The surroundings were silent.
Ying Jie narrowed his eyes and looked at the other side.
Lu Qingshan held the Demon Suppressing Sword in his hand. The black sword body was shining with a dark purple luster.
His eyelids were slightly lowered, so his eyes could not be seen clearly.
Finally, Lu Qingshan raised his eyes.
Their eyes met in the air. Neither of them could look away.
Ying Jie laughed. "You, a sixth-grade cultivator, want to kill me?"
He really laughed.
"In the wasteland, all energy is isolated. There's not much difference between a sixth-grade cultivator and an eighth-grade cultivator." Lu Qingshan was very calm.
They were now in the wasteland. Anyone who dared to use energy would be attacked by the wasteland.
Even the Evil Venerable Shi Wu could not resist the wasteland. To them, there was no other outcome other than death.
Whether it was an eighth-grade Devil Master or a fifth-grade Void Refinement realm cultivator, all living beings were equal in the wasteland as long as they did not want to die. They could not use the spirit force or devil qi in their bodies.
"This is your plan?" Ying Jie was disdainful, finding it ridiculous. "The wasteland is only so big. If I want to leave, do you have a way to stop me?"
Lu Qingshan nodded. "There is."
It was impossible for him not to consider such an obvious loophole.
Ying Jie was stunned, his heart full of doubts.
"Turn around and take a look." Lu Qingshan never spoke without thinking.
He hurriedly turned around, and then his pupils dilated.
Amidst the haze, a fiery red silhouette floated out.
Her face was beautiful, and her temperament was extraordinary, causing ripples in one's heart.
Qin Yitian.
If he saw such a woman under normal circumstances, Ying Jie would find it pleasing to the eye.
However, at this moment, his heart was filled with endless coldness.
Because it was in Qin Yitian's hands.
The two sword talismans were shining brightly.
"The sword talisman's lethality is only at the seventh-grade. It's nothing to a Devil Master like you. You can easily block it by activating your Godfiend Body," Lu Qingshan said calmly.
"However, the premise is that you can use devil qi and have a way to activate your Godfiend Body.
"Otherwise, you won't be able to block a seventh-grade sword talisman with just your physical body."
"So, either you don't resist and die under the sword talisman, or you block the sword talisman but die under Desolation's attack because you use demonic energy," Lu Qingshan said with a smile.
Ying Jie's face was gloomy.
He had no idea how Qin Yitian had appeared.
When he came in, he had carefully observed the situation in the Waste Domain to make sure that there was no one other than Lu Qingshan.
How did this woman manage to hide from his eyes?
Ying Jie didn't notice it.
Among the weapons scattered all over the ground, the blazing red Dragon Sparrow was among them.
Releasing energy attacks from outside the Desolate Realm into the Desolate Realm would not work.
These energies would be annihilated the moment they entered the wasteland.
This was also the reason why the Demonic Cultivators had no choice but to take the risk and enter the Desolate Region to attack Desolate.
Therefore, Lu Qingshan chose to set up a foreshadowing in the Desolate Domain.
"If you dare to let her use the sword talisman to attack me, this strong energy fluctuation will also cause Desolation to attack. Then, she will have to die," Ying Jie said through gritted teeth.
His eyes were red, and his mood was extremely bitter. It was very forced.
Because, if he was Lu Qingshan, sacrificing a woman to kill himself, this exchange was definitely worth it.
"Mm, you're right." Lu Qingshan nodded.
"So, I don't want to use this move to kill you."
"However, if you want to leave the Desolate Realm, then I can only let her use the sword talisman."
"After all, I can't stop you," Lu Qingshan said helplessly.
Ying Jie heaved a sigh of relief.
So, he just wanted to force him to stay in the Desolate Realm.
Stupid, stupid!
He clearly had a way to kill him, but he didn't use it because he pitied a woman's life?
He thought to himself.
It was just a woman's life. What was it?
But it was good. If he hadn't been so stupid, he would have died today.
"Then what do you want?" Ying Jie said.
Lu Qingshan held the Demon Suppressing Sword tightly and pointed the sword at Ying Jie.
"The sword divides life and death," he said.
"Have you thought about it? I'm an eighth grade Demon Master, and you're just a beginner Demon General.
Such a big gap in cultivation is a gap that you can't cross.
My God-Demon Body has long been completed, and my physical body is incomparably strong.
Even if I can't use my cultivation, you still can't cause me any harm, "he sneered.
Even if he couldn't use his God-Demon Body, the basic defense of his physical body was absolutely terrifying.
In his opinion, a beginner Demon General might not be able to break through his physical defense even if he had all his cultivation.
Not to mention, Lu Qingshan couldn't use his cultivation now.
"I've thought about it," Lu Qingshan said.
Ying Jie's heart trembled.
Since he had thought about it, it meant that Lu Qingshan must have thought of a solution.
What means did he have to break through the defense of his physical body?
In the Desolate Realm, there were only a few methods that could be used.
Wait!
He suddenly reacted, looking at the Demon Suppression in Lu Qingshan's hand, which was shining with a cold light.
"It's a Demon Sword?" His voice became hoarse.
This was the only possibility.
Demons only knew that Demon Swords were incomparably powerful, but they didn't know what abilities they had.
He was lucky enough to experience it today.
"Yes." Lu Qingshan didn't hide it.
"Your advantage lies in the fact that your eighth-rank cultivation grants you a powerful physical body. I, on the other hand, have one more sword than you," he said.
"That's very fair."
When he entered the Desolate Realm, Ying Jie didn't summon his weapon.
And to summon a Demon Weapon, he needed to use a trace of Demon Qi.
So, he could only face Lu Qingshan with his bare hands.
"We can talk about it again." Ying Jie tried to say something.
"A battle should be like a battle. It's already been so long, and you're still thinking about scheming. That's meaningless." Lu Qingshan interrupted him.
He had calculated so much just to pull Ying Jie into a relatively fair battle with him.
As for the schemes in the battle …
Lu Qingshan didn't think so much.
Because he believed in his sword and his swordsmanship.
He pointed his sword at Ying Jie.
The battle intent in the air thickened.
There seemed to be the sound of war drums, and smoke rose.
Ying Jie stared at Lu Qingshan, his thoughts spinning.
Finally, he smiled. "Qing Ge, you're too confident."
He said, "Your idea is very good. My cultivation is higher than yours, so you chose the Desolate Realm as the battlefield to restrict me from using my cultivation.
My body is incomparably strong, and you can use your Demon Sword to solve this problem. You can even make me unable to use my weapon and erase my advantage. "
"But you missed out on one thing."
He was murderous. "You were born less than a hundred years ago, and I'm already nineteen hundred and twenty-seven years old."
"Less than a hundred years." Not far away, Qin Yitian heard Ying Jie's words and said in her mind, "Sir is only twenty-two years old."
Ying Jie was still going on. He said seriously, "The time I've spent fighting is even longer than your age."
"What makes you think that I, who have experienced hundreds of battles, will lose to a young boy like you in a battle where I can only use my physical body and moves?"
His voice became more vigorous, and his aura suddenly surged.
Sharp killing intent and high fighting spirit rose from Ying Jie's body.
Demons were originally a race that was good at fighting and fearless.
"Since you want to fight, then let's fight."
Lu Qingshan didn't waste any more words. He held his sword and moved forward.
The distance between the two wasn't too far to begin with, and at this moment, it was rapidly closing.
Ying Jie focused and moved in response. His body was as light as a swallow, and he streaked across the sky.
In terms of speed, he was faster than Lu Qingshan.
Physical defense was the most basic thing, but other than that, even if he didn't use his Demon Qi and Blood Qi, his strength and speed were actually far superior to ordinary people.
At least, he was much faster than Lu Qingshan.
Lu Qingshan didn't panic.
He had expected it.
Although Ying Jie's strength and speed were better than his, under the restrictions of the Waste Domain, he couldn't exceed a limit, which was within his tolerance range.
As long as his strength and speed didn't reach the level of crushing, he could make up for it with skill.
Ying Jie had turned into a fierce afterimage. In an instant, he had pounced in front of Lu Qingshan.
Dozens of fist shadows swung out.
Lu Qingshan also held his sword and moved forward.
Sword light flashed.
His sword was faster than Jie's fist by one step.
Because.
The sword was longer.
In a very short time, the Demon Suppressing Sword found a gap in the continuous fist shadows and slashed at Ying Jie's face.
Ying Jie's heart skipped a beat. His face tightened, and he tried to resist this attack.
Under normal circumstances, the thickness of his skin should be enough to deal with it.
However, this time was an exception.
At this moment, the three-foot sword blade was surrounded by green light. Like a hot knife cutting into butter, it directly cut into Ying Jie's face.
A slanted red mark suddenly appeared on his face that was attacked by the Demon Suppressing Sword.
It was a sword mark.
His physical body was indeed very strong.
Therefore, under the sword blade, there was almost no injury. Only a red mark appeared.
However, a moment later, fine droplets of blood began to appear within the red marks.
Supernatural power: Green Steel.
It was a "true damage" that could not be completely avoided.
Ying Jie's fist finally arrived one step later.
Lu Qingshan took the opportunity to block the fist shadow with his sword.
He withdrew his sword and played a defensive role.
Bang!
The sound of metal colliding rang out.
Even though Lu Qingshan blocked with his sword, his body still retreated. He staggered, and his blood and Qi rolled.
Ying Jie's pure physical strength was too strong. He could actually gain the upper hand against the Demon Suppressing Sword with his fist.
However, Ying Jie was not feeling good either.
"This?!" He wiped off the blood beads on his face and felt a bone-piercing pain from the wound.
Supernatural power: Demon Breaking.
The damage to Demons was 100% increased.
Therefore, the pain from the wound was particularly intense.
Demon Breaking and Green Steel were both passive.
What was passive?
That was the effect of eternal existence. Even if the Demon Suppressing Sword had restrained all its divine power, it was still the same.
Lu Qingshan did not speak and raised his sword again.
The Demon Suppressing Sword was raised, and the longsword clanged.
It was the Demon Suppressing Sword expressing its emotions.
"Cut his melon!"
The irritable little brother had suffered a small loss and became even more irritable.
It obviously still remembered the melon Ying Jie that it had despised a few days ago.
"Okay, then cut him," Lu Qingshan comforted.
Lu Qingshan attacked again. Three sword lights zigzagged down, like a bolt of lightning under thick dark clouds, as fast as the horizon.
Wind Slayer and Seven Absolutes.
Without spiritual power, it was impossible to use its power.
However, Lu Qingshan had already obtained the god of these two moves and could use them freely in his moves.
Lu Qingshan was as agile as a dragon. The Demon Suppressing Sword was powerful and heavy, passing through the fist shadows.
Ying Jie's knees were at a ninety-degree angle as he sprinted, and his fist was aimed at Lu Qingshan's head.
The Demon Suppressing Sword was raised from the bottom to the top. When the sword and fist collided, the sword trembled slightly.
Whoosh!
Lu Qingshan heard a gust of wind.
After Ying Jie took half a step back, he immediately moved forward and punched again.
Even though it had been a long time since he had fought with only moves to determine victory and defeat, Ying Jie had adapted very quickly.
After nearly two thousand years of tempering, his combat awareness had indeed reached a terrifying level. It was definitely not just for show.
On the other side, Lu Qingshan twisted his leg and dodged the fist shadows. The Demon Suppressing Sword swept up and lightly touched Ying Jie's throat.
Ying Jie seemed to have sensed it. He reached out and grabbed the sword, directly grabbing the blade.
Lu Qingshan's eyes were cold, and he spun the sword with force.
The green light reappeared.
Blood beads shot out from Ying Jie's hand.
However, Ying Jie's move was not completely meaningless.
Under the pain, he had no choice but to let go of his left hand that was holding the blade, but his other hand had already clenched into a fist and punched at Lu Qingshan.
This punch was extremely powerful, and the wind was shaking. It was as if he was ready to blow Lu Qingshan's head with one punch.
Lu Qingshan did not have time to dodge in a hurry. He raised his eyebrows, and the Demon Suppressing Sword in his hand did not stagnate at all.
This punch was extremely fierce, and it smashed onto Lu Qingshan's sword with the power to collapse a mountain.
The first one to suffer was Ying Jie.
How could he feel good when he used his fist to fight against the Demon Suppressing Sword?
A wound so deep that one could see the bone was clearly visible.
However, Lu Qingshan also suffered a small loss.
The astonishing strength of Ying Jie's fist was fed back to his body through the Demon Suppressing Sword, causing him to spit out a mouthful of blood.
The two seemed to have fought to a draw, or Lu Qingshan had a small advantage.
However, Ying Jie revealed a sinister smile.
Because his recovery ability and endurance were still stronger than Lu Qingshan's.
This exchange seemed to be a small loss, but in fact, it was definitely a gain for him.
It was like two businesses engaged in a vicious competition. He lost 1,000 yuan a day, and his opponent only lost 800 yuan a day. However, he had 10,000 yuan, and Lu Qingshan only had 5,000 yuan.
It was self-evident who would collapse first.
At this time, Ying Jie gradually relaxed.
"I was still doubting your identity before, but now I can be sure that you are not Qing Ge. Definitely not," Ying Jie suddenly said.
"How do you know?" Lu Qingshan was very calm, and even asked curiously.
"Your swordsmanship is at the peak. It is definitely not something that Qing Ge should have at his age," he said.
"Swordsmanship is the most difficult and powerful of all the combat methods. It requires the most time and energy."
Lu Qingshan shook his head.
He was not denying Ying Jie's guess about his identity, but regretting Ying Jie's knowledge.
However, he did not say much to Ying Jie.
Although his wrist was slightly numb, he had already pulled out his sword and slashed again. His feet continuously took two steps forward.
Ying Jie's vision blurred. He felt that Lu Qingshan's sword seemed to be two times faster than before.
"Was it an illusion?"
In the blink of an eye, he did not have time to think too much.
He roared like a tiger and swung his fist, causing gusts of wind to blow.
Ying Jie was not used to using fists. Or rather, it could be said that any Soldier Demon was not used to using fists.
They liked and were good at using the Soldier Demons they created.
Therefore, Ying Jie, who could not summon his weapon, only had this move. He could not do anything.
However, with his strength and speed, he still forced Lu Qingshan into a perilous situation.
Lu Qingshan did not back down in the face of this fierce attack.
The Demon Suppressor sent out sword shadows that flashed among the fist shadows. Like butterflies flying through flowers, he looked for flaws and vital points.
However, Ying Jie also defended well. When he could not block, he would put his arm in front of his body and use his arm to avoid being hit in vital points.
It was impossible to take advantage of such a dangerous fight. He had to be willing to be injured.
Ying Jie saw it very clearly.
He was really a very powerful opponent.
The sword and fist shadows overlapped, turning into impenetrable afterimages.
Lu Qingshan's face was cold and hard. He felt the waves of power coming from the Demon Suppressor Sword.
His arms gradually became numb.
There were more and more bloody marks on Ying Jie's arms. Gradually, they became bloody hands.
Although it was painful and serious, it was not fatal.
Qing Gang's real injury was more like scraping in the current situation.
It could not be said that it was useless, but it would definitely take a lot of effort to kill Ying Jie, who had an eighth-stage cultivation.
The question was whether Lu Qingshan could hold on until Ying Jie fell.
The battle seemed to have turned into a protracted battle to see who could hold on first.
But this was Ying Jie's domain.
Lu Qingshan was already at a disadvantage.
Ying Jie's eyes gradually brightened.
At this time, the Demon Suppressor Sword shook and stabbed at his throat.
However, Ying Jie had long been used to it. He was ready to block with his fist.
He could make it in time.
At most, he would be slightly injured.
He thought.
The long sword suddenly flashed.
Ying Jie's eyes widened, and his pupils dilated.
What a fast sword!
What a strange sword!
This sword was the same as before, but there was something different about it.
This sword was indomitable, as if it was folding space. It suddenly crossed a few inches of space and stabbed at his throat.
It was this few inches of space that caught him off guard.
Blood splattered from the sword. Drops of blood flew out from his throat.
This was the most serious injury he had suffered so far.
Because this time, it was a vital part of his body.
Qin Yitian stared at Lu Qingshan. She could not help but smile. A strange light flashed in her eyes.
She seemed to have understood something.
It was very strange.
She had inherited the sword master's talent, which was Lu Qingshan.
Her strength would be the same as Lu Qingshan's.
In other words, her combat level should be the same as Lu Qingshan's.
But many times, when she watched Lu Qingshan fight, she still felt ashamed of her inferiority.
This is the young master, my sword master.
She thought.
"This is?" Ying Jie seemed to have realized something.
The suffocating killing intent in the air grew thicker.
Lu Qingshan's long sword was like a cold light, and it was divided again and again.
Three at a time.
This was an even higher level of swordsmanship attainment than before.
Lu Qingshan advanced, and the three sword lights pressed down.
Ying Jie's eyes were bloodshot. His fists flashed, and he continuously punched at the sword lights.
"Disperse!" He roared.
However, something strange happened again.
The sword lights condensed, turned into sword marks, and dissipated.
Ying Jie's full-strength attack did not hit the target. It was very uncomfortable.
He staggered forward and put down his fists.
But at this time, the three sword lights that had dissipated appeared again.
But this time, Ying Jie did not have the strength to resist.
Boom!
The three sword lights merged into one and turned into a substance, showing their true form.
It was the Demon Suppressing Body!
Blood splattered!
A sword pierced the heart.
Two inches into the flesh, extremely close to Ying Jie's heart. Blood had already spurted out.
No one dared to believe that this was a sword move that did not rely on any spiritual power, but only on technique.
This kind of sword skill should not exist in the world.
It was as strange as the appearance of immortal arts in the world of martial arts.
But Ying Jie understood.
It was because he understood that he was extremely shocked.
"Bloodstain Battle Method …" Ying Jie's voice trembled.
The move Lu Qingshan used was a battle method from the Bloodstain Battle Law Stele.
Because he had also comprehended the Bloodstain Battle Law Stele, he was very familiar with it and saw the secret in it.
But, how was this possible?
He had comprehended the Bloodstain Battle Law Stele a few days earlier than Lu Qingshan.
But in his opinion, the battle method was mysterious and unpredictable. According to his estimation, it would take at least a few decades to learn from it and use the secret of the Misty Battle Method.
Those who could comprehend the Misty Battle Method, even if there was a gap in talent, it should not be too big.
He firmly believed this.
But Lu Qingshan had only comprehended the Misty Battle Method three days ago. How could he already use the moves in it?
Three days, and he was able to learn the basics of the Misty Battle Method.
Was this reasonable?
This was more than a gap. It was the difference between a sparrow and a swan.
Lu Qingshan ignored Ying Jie's shock.
The Demon Suppression Sword glowed purple, and the green light was like autumn water. The sword shadows were like silver bottles breaking water, pouring out in torrents and splashing toward Ying Jie.
Ying Jie's mind was in a mess. In his eyes, the sky was filled with sword shadows, like thousands of soldiers and horses. It made his heart tremble.
In terms of technique, this was already the most gorgeous performance.
What was rare was that on top of being gorgeous, it also had unparalleled lethality.
This was the best sword skill.
It was beautiful, and it could kill.
Since ancient times, it was also said that swordsmen were the most romantic in the mortal world.
There had never been a martial skill that could combine these two points so well like a sword skill.
Ying Jie was dazzled, and his mind was in a trance.
He kept resisting Lu Qingshan's attacks instinctively.
But the danger of Lu Qingshan's attacks was increasing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
This made Ying Jie have to accept a fact that he didn't want to believe.
Lu Qingshan was using him as a whetstone to master the Misty Battle Method in the battle with him.
This was a fact that made people desperate and lose all their fighting spirit.
At this time, Lu Qingshan withdrew his sword.
Ying Jie, who was tired of dealing with it, breathed a sigh of relief.
"Spring Breeze Returns," Lu Qingshan slowly spat out a word from his mouth.
A gust of wind blew.
Ying Jie felt a cool feeling coming from his neck.
In a flash.
A head flew up.
Ying Jie's head was separated from his body.
The cool feeling he felt was actually the blade of Lu Qingshan's sword.
The face of the head was full of disbelief.
Lu Qingshan had clearly retracted his sword, so how did the sword tip appear at his neck?
He couldn't understand. His eyes widened.
This was an incomparably abrupt sure-kill.
Of course, this was for Ying Jie.
In order to slash out this sword, Lu Qingshan had already prepared and prepared for a long time.
The vitality of an eighth-grade demonic cultivator was too strong. Even if he couldn't use the God-Demon Body, even if his head was separated from his body, he was still not completely dead.
However, it was only a matter of time.
Lu Qingshan's face was cold.
He waved his sword.
Finishing blow.
A long night was fraught with dreams.
He didn't want to wait any longer.
Facing the incoming sword light, Ying Jie knew that he was in a dead end.
Finally, his eyes flashed with resentment, and he laughed out loud.
"Amazing, amazing, amazing!" Ying Jie was incomparably crazy. "A beginner level demonic general actually killed me. I didn't expect there to be such a person in the world!"
Lu Qingshan frowned.
This line didn't seem to be anything good.
Sure enough.
"However, you've miscalculated one thing. No matter what, I can drag you down with me!"
"You can win, but it will always be a pyrrhic victory!"
As soon as his voice fell, Lu Qingshan's sword had already arrived.
The Demon Suppression Sword was extremely sharp. A green light flashed and turned into a frost line, directly splitting Ying Jie's head into two and exploding it into a bloody mist.
Ying Jie …
Dead!
In the next moment, Lu Qingshan's expression changed.
Because in the bloody mist, a blood arrow shot out.
At the same time, a huge bloody mouth appeared in the void at a speed invisible to the naked eye, swallowing the bloody mist formed by Ying Jie's head.
Lu Qingshan's vision blurred.
The bloody mist had completely disappeared.
This was Desolation being alarmed!
This was Ying Jie's final plan.
At the moment when his life was in danger, he used his demonic energy and blood as an arrow to launch a final attack on Lu Qingshan.
The attack launched by an eighth-grade Demon Master, even if it was launched while he was at death's door, was definitely not something that Lu Qingshan could easily resist.
The problem he was facing now was the same as what Ying Jie had to consider when facing the sword talisman.
If he did not use his spiritual power, he would definitely not be able to block this attack, and only death would await him.
If he used his spiritual power, although he could block this attack, he would also alarm Desolation and die at Desolation's hands.
It was a sure-death situation.
At this moment, on the ground not far from Lu Qingshan, a crystal-like mist appeared in a blue long sword.
Then, Gu Yiyi appeared.
She also held a sword talisman in her hand.
Gu Yiyi was about to activate the sword talisman to block this attack for Lu Qingshan.
It was because she was the only one who could use her methods in the wasteland region and not die.
[Soul Cleansing]: No magical ability can destroy a sword forged by the will of the world.
"Gu Yiyi, stop." Lu Qingshan stopped Gu Yiyi's action.
The River of Forgetfulness would definitely not be destroyed. He was sure of this.
But the River of Forgetfulness was the River of Forgetfulness, and Gu Yiyi was Gu Yiyi.
When using the sword talisman, Gu Yiyi had to leave the River of Forgetfulness.
Lu Qingshan was not sure if Gu Yiyi would be able to hide in the River of Forgetfulness in time when facing Desolation's attack afterwards, and if she would be safe.
He did not dare to take this risk.
It was also because of this that he did not choose to let Gu Yiyi use the sword talisman to bombard Ying Jie when he lured Ying Jie into Desolation. Instead, he faced Ying Jie head-on.
Gu Yiyi was stunned for a moment and subconsciously stopped.
Gu Yiyi, who was usually arrogant and liked to be in the limelight, listened to Lu Qingshan most of the time.
While she was stunned, the blood arrow had already approached Lu Qingshan and directly pierced through his chest.
Lu Qingshan was a sword cultivator, not a demonic cultivator. His physical body was extremely weak.
Under this attack, there was no reason for him to live.
Gu Yiyi was dumbfounded.
Her big eyes were filled with tears, and she almost cried.
The next moment, a gentle voice sounded.
"I'm fine."
Gu Yiyi stared at it in disbelief.
The body of "Lu Qingshan", who had been pierced through by the blood arrow, suddenly shrank and finally turned into a small puppet. There was a bloody hole in its chest, and it fell from the sky.
After falling to the ground, it shattered.
And in its original position, Lu Qingshan was unscathed, and there was a gentle smile on his face.
It was completely over.
This battle was really dangerous.
He sighed.
This was his final calculation and preparation.
It was a sword puppet given by the Taibai Sword Master that could die for him once and release the power of teleportation.
The death substitution was passive and did not produce any spiritual power fluctuations. The power of teleportation, however, would produce energy changes.
But it was fine as long as he chose not to teleport.
He had already expected that Ying Jie would definitely drag him down when he knew that he was going to die.
Because if it were him, he would do the same.
So, as long as he could ensure that Ying Jie was not in a good state when he attacked and could not perform moves beyond the seventh level, it would be fine.
After all, once the attack exceeded the seventh level, the death substitution might not work.
Fortunately, everything was under control.
In this battle, he had won a complete victory.
Lu Qingshan focused slightly.
In his sea of consciousness, on the origin divine text formed by the Misty Battle Method, a blood-colored symbol had been lit up.
That was the "Return" Word of the Misty Six Words, which was the mystery of the battle method on the bloodstained battle method stele.
Lighting it up meant that he had learned the "Return" Word.
Gale also had a way to return.
In the end, "Gui" Yan was actually a fast sword technique.
Its key point was to be fast, so fast that it could cross space and allow sword moves that were impossible to hit forcefully.
Ying Jie said that the time he spent fighting was longer than Lu Qingshan's life.
That was the truth.
However, what Ying Jie was wrong about was …
The improvement of sword techniques did not necessarily require too much time.
The Sword Path had always been the domain of geniuses.
And even if there were eight desolations and thousands of years, in terms of talent in the Sword Path, he was the peak.
His one year could surpass other people's one hundred years or even one thousand years.
So, Lu Qingshan was the final winner.
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