When Lu Qingshan opened his eyes again, the River of Forgetfulness had already pierced deeply into Yuan Cang's forehead.
Between the eyebrows was the Sea of Consciousness. Within the Sea of Consciousness was the cultivator's Nascent Spirit.
The River of Forgetfulness had already passed through Yuan Cang's Nascent Spirit.
He could make 24 mistakes, but Yuan Cang could not afford to make even a single one.
This time, Yuan Cang made a mistake.
Today, he used 600 years of his life in exchange for the Heaven-Suppressing Three Swords, in exchange for a Realm Four defeating a Realm Six.
Lu Qingshan did not pull out the sword. Instead, he loosened his grip on the hilt of the River of Forgetfulness.
Then, with a whoosh, Lu Qingshan held a jade-green peach blossom in his hand.
Lu Qingshan, whose consciousness was already a little blurry, forced his trembling legs to stand up straight.
"Splat."
Yuan Cang, whose forehead had been pierced by a sword, slowly lowered his head. He saw a jade-green sword piercing through his chest and coming out of his back.
All the power in the human body had to be commanded by the mind.
His Nascent Spirit had been pierced by the River of Forgetfulness. As a powerful Realm Six sword cultivator, even if Yuan Cang still had boundless Origin Power in his body, it was like drawing water with a sieve. He could not use it at all.
Lu Qingshan's gaze was as cold as an icy blade. His blood-stained face, however, showed a calm smile to Yuan Cang. "I'll return it all to you, heh …"
He pulled out the peach blossom from Yuan Cang's body, changed its position, and pierced it through Yuan Cang's heart. Then, he pulled it out and pierced it again.
"Splat, splat, splat …"
The world was silent. Only the sound of the sword piercing through the body could be heard.
One sword, another sword, and another sword. Over and over again, the peach blossom pierced Yuan Cang's body again and again.
It was only when 24 horrifying bloody holes appeared on Yuan Cang's body and blood flowed out of them that Lu Qingshan nodded in satisfaction.
Old man, you cut me 24 times, so I'll return the favor with 24 times.
I won't be stingy.
Finally, Lu Qingshan put away the peach blossom in his hand.
"Splat!"
There was another sound of a sword piercing through the body.
The corner of Yuan Cang's eye twitched.
It was clear that an inch-red sword tip was piercing through his heart.
The Dragon Sparrow that pierced through Yuan Cang's back was slowly pulled out by someone.
Qin Yitian's sword had been stabbed by a furious Ye Futian.
It took Young Master only 21 years to reach the Nascent Soul stage, but he lost 600 years of his lifespan to this old man.
Qin Yitian's eyes reddened as she considered the implications of the situation.
"Sir …" Qin Yitian put away the Dragon Sparrow and apologized for her impulsiveness.
Lu Qingshan grinned and comforted Qin Yitian. "That's good too. I never do business at a loss. Let's just take it that I earned from him."
"It still hurts a little." After thinking about it, Lu Qingshan muttered again, "600 years … should be enough for me to cultivate to the Mahayana level."
Yuan Cang, who was close by, clearly heard Lu Qingshan's words. Normally, if he heard a Nascent Soul cultivator say such words, he would only laugh at him for boasting shamelessly.
But now, he wouldn't.
"Master, you're wrong. Compared to the Sutra of the Da Xia Kingdom, Lu Qingshan's life is much more valuable …" Yuan Cang suddenly thought of this as he was about to die.
This was the judgment of a Sword Cultivator.
In terms of cultivation, Lu Qingshan was inferior to him. But in terms of Sword Cultivation, he was far from Lu Qingshan's level.
His carelessness earlier aside, even at the end, when Lu Qingshan was risking his life, he still had a chance to kill Lu Qingshan.
As a Realm Six cultivator, how could he not have the means to change his life?
But he didn't do it.
Because in that moment, he felt that he still had a chance.
If he used the means to change his life, it would be equivalent to giving up his life.
He couldn't bear to give up his life!
As for Lu Qingshan, from the moment he attacked, he gave up everything except for the sword in his hand.
At the moment of life and death, Lu Qingshan, as a Sword Cultivator, chose to press forward, while he, as a Sword Cultivator, chose to stop.
That was why he suffered a crushing defeat.
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Although Lu Qingshan had sheathed his sword, his sword wasn't finished yet.
He slowly raised his hand and gripped the hilt of the River of Forgetfulness once more. Inch by inch, he slowly pulled the sword out.
As the River of Forgetfulness left his body, Yuan Cang's sea of consciousness began to churn.
When the sword was completely pulled out of his Primordial Spirit, his Primordial Spirit had already disintegrated uncontrollably. His Qi was leaking everywhere.
This was like a sword entering the body. If he didn't pull it out, he could still hang on, but once he pulled it out, he would bleed profusely.
His Primordial Spirit collapsed.
With a swipe of the River of Forgetfulness, Lu Qingshan completely cut off Yuan Cang's head.
A bit of formless spiritual light flew out of Yuan Cang's body and returned to the River of Forgetfulness.
"That hurts," Lu Qingshan muttered, and the sword fell on his body.
River of Forgetfulness: Bi Luo.
After the death of his great enemy, he finally breathed a sigh of relief. Feeling weak, he sat weakly on the bumpy ground, panting heavily. He didn't even want to move a finger.
He took out healing pills from his storage ring and poured them all into his mouth.
Qin Yitian took a few steps forward and gently wiped away the dark bloodstains on Lu Qingshan's face.
The sticky feeling of blood coagulating on one's face was unpleasant.
.....
Outside Secret River Peak.
Led by Xi Xiang, close to ten sword cultivators from the Sword Sect formed a rainbow of sword light that swept across the sky.
When Xi Xiang saw the desolate scene of Secret River Peak from afar, his heart couldn't help but tremble. "Are we too late?"
He didn't dare to think about it anymore. He sped up to the peak of Secret River Peak.
A level-seven sword cultivator was extremely fast.
The distance of dozens of miles was covered in a few breaths.
The peak of Secret River Peak, which used to be beautiful, was now filled with ravines that spread out like spider webs. There were countless potholes.
In the center, beside the decapitated corpse of Yuan Cang, Lu Qingshan sat on the ground and rested.
There were still bloodstains on his face, and his clothes were soaked in blood.
Lu Qingshan just sat there, extremely weak. However, his body exuded an indescribable and awe-inspiring aura.
"Oh, it's Master Uncle." Lu Qingshan looked at Xi Xiang who rushed over and smiled.
In his pitch-black eyes, there seemed to be a blazing fire burning within.
These old sword cultivators who had lived for thousands of years and had gone through countless trials and tribulations were also slightly stunned by this scene.
What did they see?
"This is … a Soul Formation cultivator?" Xi Xiang felt that his voice was a little muffled. He pointed at Yuan Cang's corpse and asked.
Actually, there was no need to ask.
Just like the traces left by a wild goose, there were still remnants of Yuan Cang's vitality on the battlefield. It was clear at a glance.
This was also the reason why high-level cultivators of the Hades did not attack easily. If they did, there would be traces of the head and tail.
And the cultivator who used vitality was at least a Soul Formation cultivator.
But Xi Xiang still asked.
Because, he really couldn't believe that a Soul Formation cultivator died under Lu Qingshan's sword.
Lu Qingshan wanted to stand up and reply, but his trembling legs couldn't support him to complete this movement.
He tried for a while and could only give up. He smiled bitterly at Xi Xiang and sighed. "A Soul Formation cultivator is really amazing. This disciple has been tortured badly this time."
The sun set in the west. The yellow afterglow sprinkled on Lu Qingshan's body, reflecting the scarlet blood. It was blurred and magnificent.
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