When the power of the Mountains and Seas surged, Qing Ge subconsciously narrowed his eyes, just like how ordinary people would look at the sun.
His Highness Qing Ge, who thought that victory was in his hands, finally felt a trace of threat from Lu Qingshan.
With the Dragon Sparrow in hand, the River of Forgetfulness and Peach Blossoms swayed and circled around Lu Qingshan.
Rise!
Lu Qingshan's heart stirred.
The River of Forgetfulness and Peach Blossoms, with a whoosh, turned into two sword lights, one blue like ice, the other green like jade, and rushed out.
The two flying swords swam in the air like snakes and fishes.
Lu Qingshan did not say a word, exhaled a breath of clear air, and followed up with sword qi rolling all over his body.
"Insignificant skill." Qing Ge mocked, but his heart was in awe.
In the previous battle, he had already felt the power of Lu Qingshan's flying swords, so he naturally did not dare to underestimate them.
In terms of battle, his attainment was still very high.
Qing Ge twisted his sword, raised his hand, and with a ghostly speed, blocked the two flying swords.
With two clangs, there were waves of ripples, and the River of Forgetfulness and Peach Blossoms returned without any effect.
At this time, Lu Qingshan had already followed up.
He divided his attention, holding the sword with one qi, and controlling the sword with the other.
The sword and the person's attacks were linked together, like a continuous tide, one wave after another.
The Dragon Sparrow flashed with flames, and slashed at Qing Ge's head, the explosive power was extremely shocking.
The sword qi exploded on the Dragon Sparrow, mixed with the flames, like adding oil to the fire, ferocious beyond imagination.
Qing Ge's expression changed slightly, and his mind was shocked.
Immediately, several dark golden threads swam out from the black blood in his hand, turning into several strands of golden light, and connected to form the word "well", blocking Lu Qingshan's sword.
Chi!
The word "well" was shaking, and ripples were unceasing.
The sword qi on the Dragon Sparrow constantly overflowed behind Lu Qingshan, and the dazzling spiritual light made Lu Qingshan's face shine.
"Wind Slayer." Lu Qingshan said softly.
He didn't even need to use the second sword. This sword was the Birth of Two Swords. His attacks rose again, shocking the earth.
It was dazzling.
The two horizontal strokes of the "Jing" character were finally unable to withstand the terrifying power of the three overlapping swords. It turned into specks of golden light and dispersed.
Lu Qingshan took advantage of this opening to press down on his Dragon Sparrow Sword.
Caught off guard, Qing Ge, who was not mentally prepared, could only raise his left hand and block the sword with his palm.
Bang!
The clash between the palm and the sword did not result in a one-sided situation as expected. Instead, it was a strange stalemate.
This was the strength of Demons' physical bodies.
Qing Ge ignored the condition of his palm and took advantage of the situation to lift his leg.
A rich black light flashed from his leg, and he swept his leg toward Lu Qingshan's body. In the next instant, there was a loud thump. Even though Lu Qingshan had summoned his sword armor in time to protect himself, he was still sent flying.
His movements were agile, so even though he was knocked back, he did not fall back in a straight line. Instead, he quickly adjusted his position in the air and stabilized himself after sliding in an elegant arc. His posture was indescribably elegant and graceful.
The two energies intertwined. Just as he was knocked back, the River of Forgetfulness and the peach blossom immediately took over, and their speed suddenly increased. They flew in a semi-circle and pierced toward the back of Qing Ge's head.
The situation was extremely dangerous, hanging by a thread.
Qing Ge sensed that something was amiss, and he no longer cared about pursuing Lu Qingshan.
At this moment, a red line suddenly appeared on his left hand, and blood was seeping out from it.
In the face of the sharpness of the Dragon Sparrow Sword, he used his palm to block it. No matter how powerful his physical body was, it was still not at the level of a Fiendgod Body, so he was inevitably wounded.
"Recruit troops." The slightly pale Qing Ge's gaze sharpened. He did not look at the shocking wound on his palm, and the dark golden inscriptions on his body shone brightly.
Invisible ripples that could not be seen by the naked eye and Divine Sense spread out and wrapped around the River of Forgetfulness peach blossom. Then, they turned into an indescribable force that interfered with the movements of the River of Forgetfulness peach blossom.
In front of this force, the raging flying sword suddenly froze, as if it was being played with by a pair of invisible hands. The attack came to an abrupt halt.
Seeing this, Qing Ge cried out fiercely, "You are indeed much stronger than the average sword cultivator, and you are also very cunning. Even among us Demons, you are a stunning talent.
However, the person you met was me! "
"An ordinary man is innocent, but treasuring a jade ring becomes a crime. If not for the fact that you have a treasured sword and have provoked me several times earlier, I might have spared your life today and taken you in as a slave." Qing Ge lowered his head and glanced at his bloody left palm. He gritted his teeth until they creaked, "If I don't kill you, I'm not human!"
Lu Qingshan did not take Qing Ge's vicious words to heart.
In reality, Qing Ge's "Recruit troops" ability to imprison the peach blossom and the River of Forgetfulness was not as easy as it seemed.
After all, the connection between a sword cultivator and his Natal Sword had always been very close. There was no room for a third party.
Qing Ge was only able to suppress Lu Qingshan's flying sword by relying on his strength as a sixth-grade cultivator.
However, even so, one could clearly see that the River of Forgetfulness and the peach blossom were sizzling under Qing Ge's grip. They were trying to break free from Qing Ge's restraint, but they were still lacking a bit of strength.
"Wake up, wake up," Lu Qingshan said in his heart.
"Hey, hey." In the next instant, a slightly dazed and sleepy voice suddenly sounded. "Why are you calling me …"
The will of the River of Forgetfulness Sword, Gu Yiyi.
Ever since they entered the Mogao Desert, Gu Yiyi had fallen into a deep slumber with the excuse that she did not like Mogao. Even after Lu Qingshan left, she still did not wake up.
Lu Qingshan decided to let Gu Yiyi be. After all, an awake Gu Yiyi was a little troublesome.
However, now was the time for her to show her might.
In a daze, Gu Yiyi, who had just woken up from her deep slumber, felt a huge hand that had appeared out of nowhere and was trying to control her.
Gu Yiyi, who had yet to make sense of the situation, did not care about anything else. She immediately exploded. Other than the Sword Master Lu Qingshan, she could not accept anyone else touching her!
The smug Qing Ge's expression changed drastically.
He suddenly realized that the River of Forgetfulness, which had been controlled by his "Recruit troops" ability, was rising abruptly. A huge force surged out of it.
Qing Ge's heart sank. He activated his ability with all his might, but he still could not suppress the River of Forgetfulness's resistance.
After an instant, the latter broke free. It shot through the air, revealing a lofty aura. It squeezed the air, causing thunderous booms as it charged toward Qing Ge's forehead.
Qing Ge was shocked. He could not dodge in time. He could only raise his hand and block with his palm.
"I can block it, right?" Qing Ge was not sure.
Lu Qingshan's endless methods made him lose confidence in his heart.
The truth was, he could not block it!
After an instant, a withered yellow spiritual light surrounded the River of Forgetfulness.
This was the Dead Souls' Power that the River of Forgetfulness had collected and stored.
Yellow Springs Sword!
The Dead Qi ground away at Qing Ge's flesh and blood. It kept moving forward until it finally pierced through his entire left palm. Then, it passed through and struck Qing Ge's chest.
The huge force directly slashed Qing Ge's body down from the air.
At this moment, the River of Forgetfulness's attack came to an abrupt halt. It made a semicircle and turned back.
Qing Ge fell to the ground in an extremely wretched state. He was still staggering when he landed.
His feet sank an inch into the ground, and he slid back dozens of feet before he stopped and stabilized his body.
Qing Ge, whose face had turned pale, could not hold it in any longer. He could not hold back a mouthful of blood. It gushed out of his throat and sprayed out specks of blood.
At this moment, he realized that a shadow had appeared, completely enveloping his body.
Qing Ge hurriedly raised his eyelids and saw Lu Qingshan holding the Dragon Sparrow in his hand. He was rushing over from mid-air. Borrowing the momentum from above, he slashed down at his head.
At the same time, Lu Qingshan's extremely indifferent voice sounded in Qing Ge's ears.
"I wanted to tell you earlier. Swords are not for you to use!"
Everyone in the world could use swords as weapons. Even Demons were the same.
But just because you held a sword, you could not be called a sword cultivator.
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