"You're courting death!" Among the hundreds of demonic cultivators, the leaders were two high-level Demon Marshals. Their figures whistled as they charged straight at Lu Qingshan.
Behind the two of them, the hundreds of seventh-grade demonic cultivators displayed all kinds of magical techniques.
Each of these seventh-grade demonic cultivators could be ignored by Lu Qingshan alone.
However, the number of demonic cultivators piled up like this was enough to make anyone fearful.
These demonic cultivators surged with boundless killing intent. Like a flood, they roared as they charged at Lu Qingshan.
Almost at the instant when the two high-level Demon Marshals arrived, a murderous intent flashed in Lu Qingshan's eyes.
A faint halo had already gushed out from his body. It was mysterious and holy, surrounding his body and enveloping him.
Dustless Small Room!
At the same time, thousands of thin strands of sword Qi swam out of his acupuncture points and circled around his body, forming a sword robe like armor.
Myriad Sword Art.
With so many demonic cultivators with different magical techniques, it was inevitable that there would be moves that were impossible to guard against.
Lu Qingshan didn't dare to take the risk, so the first thing he did was to display his defensive magical techniques.
Dustless Small Room defended against magical techniques, Myriad Sword Art defended against physical attacks, and Original Spirit attacks were protected by Abbot Sky Heart's ten-zhang domain.
Although the physical body of a sword cultivator was weak, Lu Qingshan used these three defensive magical techniques to construct his own defensive system.
"Die!!" One of the two high-level Demon Marshals, his figure black and blurry, his eyes burning like flames, said ferociously.
He threw a punch at the void of space.
A black light suddenly rose from his fist and turned into a giant python. It was incomparably terrifying and charged towards Lu Qingshan with black flames.
Dong Dong Dong!
Wherever the giant python passed, the void seemed to collapse. The scene was incomparably terrifying.
The other high-level Demon Marshal was also not simple. His body was surging with demonic Qi, and his body was glowing. His left hand emitted a cold metallic luster. He grabbed at the void, and five beams of light immediately flew out, shooting toward Lu Qingshan.
The hundreds of demonic cultivators behind them also attacked at the same time, each of them unleashing the most powerful Divine Ability they had in their lives.
At this moment, the surrounding space began to distort as the radiance of all sorts of spells began to fluctuate incessantly. It was an earth-shaking sight.
Seeing how terrifying the demonic cultivators' formation was, the eyes of the North River Pass cultivators inside the light screen turned red, and they were extremely nervous.
Xu Xi was in the crowd, biting his dry lips with an anxious look on his face.
He hated that his cultivation was insufficient and hated that his natural talent was mediocre. So, at this moment, he could only watch helplessly as such a young Junior Sect Master of the Sword Sect risked his life for North River Pass, yet he was powerless to do anything.
Around him and behind him, there were many cultivators who were watching this scene in a daze. They were looking at the Sword Sect's Junior Sect Master whom many of them could not accept and did not acknowledge.
Their fists were tightly clenched, and their veins were bulging.
"We will fight with Young Master Lu!" Wu Yan, the general of North River Pass, finally could not take it anymore. He shouted in an extremely hoarse voice, "We're not going to defend North River Pass anymore. Let's fight to the death with these demon bastards!"
As the general of North River Pass, it was his duty to defend North River Pass. It was worth it no matter how many sacrifices he made.
However, he no longer cared about that now. He only wanted to fight with Lu Qingshan.
"Cultivators of our generation never shrink from a battle!" He roared loudly and took the lead to leap out of the light screen formed by North River Pass' formation. "Killing one is not a loss, but killing two is a loss!"
"Fight with Young Master Lu!" Almost as soon as Wu Yan charged out, the other North River Pass cultivators followed closely behind. They left the city and charged towards the Demons.
Clearly, everyone had been holding back for a long time. However, they could only suppress the unwillingness in their hearts because they did not receive any orders.
Now that Wu Yan, the general of North River Pass, was the first to abandon the city, they naturally did not hesitate to follow him.
Xu Xi was one of the first batch of North River Pass cultivators to charge out of the formation's light screen.
After defending North River Pass for two days, he was not in good condition.
The Origin Energy in his body was less than 30% of his peak.
However, at least he still had the strength to fight.
He was not a prodigy. He did not have Lu Qingshan's strength and confidence to face three thousand cultivators alone. However, he did not lack the courage and decisiveness of a sword cultivator.
This was something engraved in a sword cultivator's bones.
.....
There was a rumble.
Just as the ferocious attacks were about to hit him, Lu Qingshan's eyes shone brightly. He raised the River of Forgetfulness in his hand and swung it down.
"Yellow Spring!" he muttered.
This strike shook the heavens and earth.
This was the Divine Ability of the Yellow Spring Realm's Divine Artifact.
Yellow Spring: Sword of Death.
Active: Releases the Undead Energy stored in the River of Forgetfulness and obliterates all things.
Description: The power of the Yellow Spring depends entirely on the Undead Energy released by the River of Forgetfulness.
A withered yellow mist bloomed from the River of Forgetfulness like stars.
The dense Death Energy turned into wisps of mist that burst out and rustled down.
The two high-level Demon Commanders' expressions changed. They felt their hair stand on end.
"What is that?"
The two of them felt a heart-palpitating aura from the withered yellow mist. They panicked and felt discomfort in their mouths and noses.
The River of Forgetfulness's Yellow Spring Sword released the Undead Energy stored in the sword.
And the source of the Undead Energy was from the people Lu Qingshan killed.
The more powerful the enemy was, the more Undead Energy he could absorb.
Due to the fact that his methods were becoming more and more complete, Lu Qingshan had not used the River of Forgetfulness for a long time.
Moreover, sword cultivators were good at killing. The number of Human Demons that died at his hands was uncountable. There were even Demon Masters among them.
Because of this, the Undead Energy stored in the River of Forgetfulness had reached a terrifying level.
Now, this Undead Energy was completely released by Lu Qingshan's sword. It felt like a sword that had been sharpened for ten years. Instantly, it exploded with terrifying power.
The Life Energy and Undead Energy were the highest level in the world. They were one of the most original energies.
The Death Energy rolled, withered and yellow. It was like a river that covered the sky, vast and boundless. It pressed forward, bursting out wisps of chaotic mist.
Boom!
The boundless Death Energy first came into contact with the giant python formed by the black light.
The Death Energy surged, mixed with flickering sword light and dazzling flames. In an instant, the giant python was completely dissolved.
Following that, the other high-level Demon Commander sent out five beams of light, but they were also annihilated by the boundless Death Energy.
In the next moment, the hundreds of Demon Cultivators sent out precious techniques that filled the sky, sweeping forward.
However, the amount of power Lu Qingshan used this time was really too great. The yellow deathly aura was like the Yellow River flowing down from the heavens, covering the sky and covering the earth. It completely erupted and was incomparably spectacular. It easily submerged those precious technique radiances.
The boundless Death Energy continued to flow forward. It suddenly spread out, forming a vortex of Death Energy, sucking in the two high-level Demon Commanders and at least a hundred seventh grade Demon Cultivators.
Boom! Boom!
In less than a breath of time, dozens of Demonic Cultivators were sucked into the death energy vortex. Their skin withered and their vitality drained away.
When the Death Qi hit the two high-level Devil Marshals, the threads were like metal, causing sparks to fly in all directions. It was incomparably terrifying.
The two high-level Demon Marshals were doing their best to activate their God-Devil Body. Their fleshly bodies were incomparably resplendent as they did their best to resist the attack of the death aura vortex.
This was especially true for the high rank Demon Commander whose entire body was pitch-black and whose eyes were burning like flames. His entire body seemed to be burning like his eyes.
Clang! Clang!
Death Qi continued to attack and hit this high level Devil Marshal, causing sparks to fly in all directions and tinkling sounds to ring out.
Although the scene was frightening, it seemed that he had withstood Lu Qingshan's attack.
However, the others were not so lucky.
They didn't have the battle prowess of a high-level Devil Marshal, and were only ordinary Seventh Stage Devil Cultivators. Under the attack of the Death Qi, their vitality was constantly draining away.
The weaker ones died instantly, while the stronger ones only lasted for a few breaths of time.
After five breaths of time, the Death Qi finally dissipated.
The two high-level Devil Marshals had unparalleled God-Devil Bodies. Although their faces were pale, they weren't killed.
Of course, this was also because the sword had first annihilated the attacks of many Devil Cultivators, causing its power to decrease drastically.
But even so, the hundreds of ordinary Seventh Stage Devil Cultivators weren't so lucky. Nearly a hundred of them had died.
And this was just a single sword strike.
"This … is too terrifying!" Devil Marshal Xuan Du, who was commanding the Devil Cultivators to kill Lu Qingshan, turned pale when he saw this scene. He couldn't help but tense up.
"Too powerful!" The North River Pass cultivators who had just charged out of the light barrier were even more shocked. They would never forget this scene for the rest of their lives.
Lu Qingshan hovered in the sky with his sword in hand, looking coldly at the numerous Devil Cultivators in front of him.
He knew that although his sword strike was terrifying, this battle was far from over. It was just the beginning!
"Kill him, you must kill him!" Amidst the shock, Devil Marshal Xuan Du was even angrier. He looked coldly at Lu Qingshan, his eyes filled with boundless killing intent.
He didn't admire many people in his life, but from today onwards, Lu Qingshan could be counted as one of them.
The more this was the case, the more determined he was to kill Lu Qingshan.
"You killed nearly a hundred Devil Cultivators with a single sword strike … I'd like to see how many more sword strikes you can make!" Xuan Du knew very well that Lu Qingshan's sword strike was extraordinary. If he wanted to use it, he would have to pay a high price.
This was his trump card, and he couldn't use it too much.
However, Xuan Du only dared to command the Devil Cultivators under him to attack. He didn't dare to get close to Lu Qingshan.
The power of the sword talisman was still vivid in his mind. Even Devil Marshal Withered Dragon was killed by the sword talisman in a single strike. How could he block it?
He didn't dare to bet his life that Lu Qingshan didn't have the sword talisman anymore.
Under Devil Marshal Xuan Du's command, the Devil Cultivators attacked again.
Hundreds of Devil Cultivators rushed toward Lu Qingshan. Their momentum was shocking, and they seemed to have turned into a monstrous flood. They surged forward continuously, wanting to completely drown Lu Qingshan.
Devil Marshal Xuan Du naturally couldn't just stand by and watch.
He frowned, took out a black banner, and called on the Devil Cultivators around him to activate it with all their might.
Black flames immediately erupted from the banner, turning into black firebirds. There were hundreds of them, and all of them flew towards Lu Qingshan.
The flames were scorching hot, and there was also a cold aura.
Obviously, this was another powerful Devil Weapon that the Demons had brought out.
This was originally a great killing weapon that was prepared to be used to slaughter the North River Pass cultivators after the formation was destroyed. Now, it was used to deal with Lu Qingshan.
Although this banner couldn't be compared to the Black Demon Flower's group enhancement, it was already very extraordinary.
When the North River Pass cultivators who rushed out of the light screen saw this, they were all full of fighting spirit and anger.
"Protect the Young Master, help the Young Master!" Wu Yan roared and resolutely led his group of "old, weak, sick, and disabled" subordinates to charge at the strong and powerful camp of the Devil Clan, which was far stronger than his own side.
The North River Pass cultivators were all incomparably crazy and fearless of death.
There was no need for anyone to encourage them.
Actions would always be more shocking than words.
Lu Qingshan's actions had already completely ignited the blood in their hearts.
They were like a sword that wanted to drink blood, ruthlessly stabbing at the Demons.
"It's just the final struggle of an arrow at the end of its flight." Devil Marshal Xuan Du was quite disdainful of the North River Pass cultivators' attack. It couldn't be compared to the seriousness he had for Lu Qingshan.
They worked so hard to break the formation so that they could fight the North River Pass cultivators head-on.
Now that the North River Pass cultivators had taken the initiative to abandon the formation in order to support Lu Qingshan, it was exactly what he wanted.
Devil Marshal Xuan Du waved his hand, and nearly a thousand people from the demonic cultivator camp near North River Pass immediately began to move, wanting to slaughter the North River Pass cultivators.
When Lu Qingshan saw this scene, he took a deep breath and instantly stepped forward.
"Today, we will fight to the end."
He could feel the North River Pass cultivators' determination and determination to face death with equanimity.
The disparity in strength between the two sides was too great. None of the North River Pass cultivators felt that they could win.
They were only prepared to fight to the death with the Demons. Before they died, they wanted to cut off a few taels of flesh from these demonic cultivators.
The 3,000 demonic cultivators didn't think that the human cultivators could win, and the North River Pass cultivators also didn't think that they could win. Only he didn't think so.
"Who says we can't win?" Lu Qingshan raised his head, his eyes shining brightly.
Currently, he and the North River Pass cultivators were separated by 3,000 demonic cultivators.
If one ignored the difference in strength, this situation was called a pincer attack.
Once they gained the upper hand, they would slaughter the enemy until they were utterly defeated and fled everywhere like headless flies.
But the problem was that the ones attacking the frontlines were the scattered soldiers from North River Pass, who had been fighting for two days and were almost exhausted.
There was only one person blocking the rear of the Demons, and that was Lu Qingshan himself. He wasn't enough to form an army.
"One person is enough," Lu Qingshan muttered.
One person could fight from 3,000 miles away, and one sword could fight against a million troops.
This was the case when a sword cultivator reached the pinnacle.
Lu Qingshan was currently very far from this realm.
But although he couldn't fight against a million troops, it wasn't impossible for him to fight against a hundred with one sword.
Although his cultivation was only at Realm Six, with the Weapon Character Art increasing his battle prowess by four times, his strength had even reached Realm Seven, but not yet Realm Eight.
After using the Yellow Springs Sword to kill nearly a hundred Stage Seven demonic cultivators, Lu Qingshan swung his second sword at the oncoming demonic cultivators.
This second sword was even more terrifying and powerful than the Yellow Springs Sword.
Secret Sword — Autumn Frost Condensation.
"What's that?"
The Stage Seven Demons charging at Lu Qingshan suddenly widened their eyes in horror.
A dazzling light was reflected in their eyes. Then, with a boom, their bodies were destroyed as if they had encountered something terrifying. They turned into a cloud of blood mist and exploded in the air.
Streaks of sword shadows suddenly bloomed from Lu Qingshan's sword. Dazzling sword light poured out from the tip of the sword.
The sword light was brilliant. One gave birth to two, two gave birth to four, and so on. In the end, a total of 108 sword lights were produced.
The 108 sword lights were densely packed, like a river crossing the sky. It was pleasing to the eye. It was breathtakingly beautiful, but it was also terrifying and extraordinary, causing people to be terrified.
The long river of sword light descended, accompanied by a series of horrified shouts and bursts of bloody mist.
Every sword light took the life of a Stage Seven demonic cultivator.
One hundred and eight sword lights represented the death of one hundred and eight Rank Seven Demonic Cultivators.
Lu Qingshan's sword shocked the spectating Demons and Demon Commander Xuan Du, who was attacking Lu Qingshan from afar.
However, the situation on the battlefield did not allow Demon Commander Xuan Du to think too much.
This was because in front of the Demons' camp, the cultivators of North River Pass, under the leadership of Wu Yan, had already plunged into the Demons' camp resolutely like an arrow.
Behind them, after Lu Qingshan swung his second sword, he took advantage of the fact that the Weapon Character Art's duration was not up. His figure flashed, and with invincible divine power, he confidently and domineeringly launched a strong attack on the demonic cultivators' camp, which had far more people than him.
One person challenged ten enemies, and he was not afraid of a group attack.
Although he was only one person, at this moment, one person could form an army!
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