On the green peak.
Swords hissed.
The flying swords grew sharper, and the sword essence grew more majestic. Their trajectories were like hundreds of meteors dancing in the air, beautiful and magnificent.
However, the powerful aura it exuded was enough to shock everyone.
Lin Chuyi and Lin Shiwu looked up at this scene.
They were still young and did not know much, so they did not know the meaning behind the Sword Sect's actions.
But their hearts were uncontrollably surging.
Some unspeakable yet extremely important things were quietly taking root and sprouting in the depths of their hearts.
This was a belief that only sword cultivators had.
This was the greatest benefit of joining a large sect.
Perhaps some people would choose to join an ordinary small sect and rise from insignificance. This was also a path.
But joining a great sect, standing on the shoulders of giants, would often allow one to see further.
Lu Qingshan's figure floated in the air, his body bearing the cold winter wind, but his heart was burning.
Everything before him made him deeply understand the spirit of the Sword Sect.
At the same time, he also understood why the old Sect Master Xie Qingyun had smiled meaningfully when he had told him about this matter.
Xie Qingyun had actually made a decision long ago.
Sword cultivators cultivated both the sword in their hands and the sword in their hearts.
Lu Qingshan, as the Son of Heaven's End, was the true future and hope of the Sword Sect in Xie Qingyun's eyes. Xie Qingyun had not stopped Lu Qingshan when he had wanted to follow Xie Qingyun on this expedition.
Because this was where Lu Qingshan's sword in his heart pointed.
It was better to obtain in a straight line than to seek in a straight line.
A sword cultivator's sword in their hands and the sword in their hearts had to be carefree in order to advance.
So how could Xie Qingyun not have these old sword cultivators, who were similarly full of fighting spirit, travel with the young disciples?
He had let Lu Qingshan make this trip because, more importantly, he wanted Lu Qingshan to personally experience the will of the Sword Sect.
This was a sect that made all disciples feel a sense of belonging, a place with a glorious legacy.
For thousands of years, there were occasionally some cultivators from other sects who wanted to secretly learn the techniques and sword skills of the Sword Sect.
Of course, they had all failed in the end.
However, they didn't understand that even if they succeeded, they would never be as powerful as the sword cultivators of the Sword Sect.
The truly powerful things of the Sword Sect could not be stolen.
Without ten thousand years of inheritance and nurturing, it would be difficult to even scratch the surface!
.....
A moment later, the flying swords that were emitting a tyrannical aura finally stopped. They turned into streams of light and were returned to the Dantian of the sword cultivators.
Lu Qingshan also withdrew his Dragon Sparrow.
However, that sharp sword intent was not something that could be dissipated in a short period of time.
The will in his heart did not dissipate for a long time.
At this moment.
Above the pure white sky, the white clouds suddenly rolled without warning. After a gust of unbearable cold wind blew, the white ice crystal-like objects fluttered down one after another.
Winter snow.
The snow was very dense, but also very small. It did not have that kind of crazy momentum that covered the sky and engulfed everything. It only fell slowly, seemingly somewhat reserved.
It was snowing.
This year's winter snow came especially late.
The late winter snow continued to fall.
Lu Qingshan stretched out his hand.
A sparkling and translucent snowflake spun and slowly fell into his palm.
"Late Sky Desires Snow …" Lu Qingshan lightly shook off the snowflake that had just fallen from his hand. He narrowed his eyes and looked to the west. He sighed. "Can I have a drink?"
The snowflake left his palm and drifted down.
The dazzling sun happened to shine on this little snowflake, but it was reflected and emitted a rainbow-colored mist that spread in all directions.
It was also at this moment.
The will in Lu Qingshan's heart suddenly reverberated.
A hint of understanding suddenly rose in his heart.
"Winter snow?"
"Protection?"
"Four taels to a thousand catties …"
The next moment, in his sea of consciousness, a mysterious symbol representing the word "welcome" flashed with golden light on a gorgeous-looking but already damaged Divine Source Character of Origin that was already shining on it.
Lines of lines unfolded like gray lines of grass snakes, shining with divine light and gradually taking shape.
Immediately after, this mysterious symbol broke free from the Divine Source Character of Origin and floated up, sparkling like jade.
All kinds of coincidences finally allowed Lu Qingshan to step over the threshold of the Fourth Character of Desolation and reach a higher level.
"Whoosh!"
Lu Qingshan involuntarily broke through the air and flew up several thousand feet in one breath before coming to a stop.
Here, the cold air was even colder, and the winter snow was even denser.
But at this moment, there was an invisible airflow around him, so none of this winter snow could get close to him.
Lu Qingshan looked down at the majestic Sword Sect and the vast inverted mountain range below.
The inverted mountain range was a snowy mountain range.
There were countless mountain peaks, each with an unusual number. Some were majestic, some were spiritual, some were lofty, some were strange, some were steep, and so on. They formed an extremely vivid picture.
These strange peaks pierced into the clouds.
The sky was filled with snow.
The atmosphere was vibrant.
Dense mist covered the land.
Lu Qingshan looked at this boundless mountain range, and then slowly closed his eyes.
The scenes that he had just experienced surfaced in his mind.
He was feeling the mottled sword intent that was still reverberating in the air.
His mind had already entered a strange state.
The will that lingered in his heart grew stronger and stronger, and soared into the sky.
In the end, Lu Qingshan's mind was only left with that sparkling snowflake that reflected tens of thousands of feet of light.
The mysterious symbol in his sea of consciousness began to emit specks of starlight, like a dream, like a bubble.
A moment later.
Lu Qingshan suddenly opened his eyes.
There was a strange light flowing in his pitch-black eyes.
A blazing red light flashed in his hand.
The Dragon Sparrow was in his hand.
Looking at the snowflakes falling from the sky, Lu Qingshan moved with his sword.
Whoosh ~
An ethereal trajectory suddenly appeared in midair.
It was the trajectory left by the sword edge in the void, like a dream, and had already exhausted the essence of the sword style.
Immediately after the thread, a continuous stream of sword qi spread out.
At this moment, all the snowflakes that were moving with the wind were strangely motionless, as if time had frozen. Only the boundless sword qi could be seen rampaging on the sword edge.
Winter snow began to fall again.
However, it didn't fall from the sky. Instead, it condensed on the Dragon Sparrow Sword, and it continued to spiral in clusters.
The clusters of "snowflakes" became increasingly resplendent, and their power also became more and more terrifying.
"Retreat!" At some point, Lu Qingshan solemnly said.
Boom!
Snowflakes blossomed on the sword edge, and its aura surged.
Sword projections that resembled plum blossoms and snowflakes swept through the void, sweeping up thousands of piles of snow.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
The real snowflakes collided with the fake snowflakes, and they all bounced away.
The sparkling hexagonal snowflakes spread out horizontally, and they continued to spin.
Whoosh!
Misty threads appeared in midair.
These were the shadows left behind by the rapidly spinning snowflakes in the air.
Instantly, dreamy threads appeared in the sky, and they were like mist. The threads were endless, and they possessed a power that made one's heart tremble.
Boom!
In the sky, countless streaks of sword qi rose and fell, and they were like fish and dragons. In the end, they formed a gigantic, faintly discernible sword lotus before slowly fading away.
Below, all the Sword Sect sword cultivators who witnessed this sword move felt their throats go dry. They opened their mouths, wanting to say something, but hesitated. They were extremely shocked.
It could be seen that after this sword move, the snowflakes that filled the sky suddenly disappeared, as if they had been wiped away by a rag.
The Void of Space became completely clean.
Along with the snowflakes that filled the sky, the mysterious symbol that represented the word "welcome" in his sea of consciousness also disappeared. Like a firework, it transformed into starlight that filled the sky, dissipated, and disappeared.
At this point, Lu Qingshan had completely grasped the word "welcome".
"This sword move," Lu Qingshan softly muttered, "shall be called Winter Snow Welcome."
The [Six Characters of Desolation], combined with his incomparable understanding of sword skills, as well as that little bit of inspiration that was like the finishing touch, Lu Qingshan finally comprehended his fourth Secret Sword before the expedition to the west.
After three months, a few lines of small glowing text once again flashed on the UI.
"You've created the secret sword technique: Winter Snow Welcome."
[Secret Sword – Winter Snow Welcome lvl 1: The ground is white and the wind is cold, the snowflakes are as big as your hand. Defensive and counterattacking sword technique.
Secret Sword effect: Killing thousands of enemies with a smile, the sword is for you to eat.
Description: With a strike of the sword, hundreds of millions of streaks of sword qi will condense into clusters of winter snow that swirl around the sword, materializing to receive thousands of attacks from the enemy and returning them all.
Additional description: The more attacks this sword receives, the more powerful it is, and the more mana it consumes.
Additional description: This secret sword can only block spells that have a trajectory.
Additional description: The sword owner can return attacks with the corresponding streaks of sword qi.
Current mana savings: 20%.
Note: Defense? Offense is the best defense!
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The Dragon Sparrow returned to its sheath.
Lu Qingshan's figure slowly descended.
Lin Chuyi and Lin Shiwu opened their eyes wide, only to see their Master's clothes fluttering, like an immortal descending from the sky.
The snowflakes above the Green Peak melted in an instant.
There were many swords that were rarer than Lu Qingshan's in this world.
But they were so young, how many swords could they have seen? How could they have seen such a scene in their lives?
The two little disciples were stunned on the spot, their minds rumbling.
Their master was really very, very strong.
On the Green Peak, it was unprecedentedly lively, densely packed with hundreds of Sword Sect sword cultivators.
In the Sword Sect, they may lack anything, but there was no shortage of sword experts. Any one of them could shake the outside world.
But even in such a place, everyone was still moved by Lu Qingshan's sword. The value of this sword was self-evident.
.....
The Ceaseless Region's Demons Army, in just a day, had burned the flames of war across the vast western border of the Central Spirit Region.
Under the leadership of Demon Venerable Dongqi, the Demons broke through the Envious Mountain Ridge and marched straight in. At first, they did not encounter any strong resistance.
Longcheng Pass was destroyed, and the most powerful group of cultivators in the Central Spirit Region led a part of the Demons back. Although the Demons suffered heavy losses, their battle power was still strong.
On the side of the Central Spirit Region, the Human Race did not expect the Demons Army to break through the impregnable pass of ten thousand years. Even if their reaction was very timely, they were still a little slow.
These demonic cultivators who invaded the western part of the Central Spirit Region did whatever they wanted on the territory of the Human Race, and did all kinds of evil.
The scenery of the Human Region was very beautiful, unlike the Abyss, which was shrouded under the blood moon all day long, gloomy and depressing.
But the more beautiful the scenery, the more it could arouse the tyranny in the Demons' heart.
So, every city was set on fire, black smoke rose gradually, floating in the sky, darker than the dark clouds.
There would be no more living people in the area occupied by the Demons.
Because at the beginning of the battle, the Demons did not spend too much time and effort on managing the Human Race who could cause chaos at any time.
Since that was the case, they might as well kill them all, so as not to cause trouble for themselves.
This was the most terrifying aspect of the Daoist-Demon War.
The Mang Province in the west closest to the Envious Mountain Ridge was the first to suffer the devastation of the Demons Army.
At the border of the Mang Province, the Fire Beacon Manor, connected to the Manor City, Fire Beacon City, and a hundred other small cities, a total of fifty thousand cultivators and seven million mortals were all killed by the Demons.
Then, it was the Changqi Manor, more than two hundred cities, forty thousand cultivators, all of them were sacrificed, blood splashed in the sky, smoke rising everywhere, all of them sacrificed.
Chuan Lian Manor, corpses were strewn everywhere.
But other than a very small group of cultivators, most of the Human Race cultivators died in front of the mortals.
In the eyes of the Demons, this was just a matter of a moment sooner or later, there was not much difference and meaning. They could not understand the Human Race cultivators' fearlessness at all.
They could not understand. If not for this fifteen minutes, anyone who saw the great disparity in strength between the Daoists and Demons would shake their heads, believing that the Central Spirit Region had no hope at all.
But it was precisely because of this fifteen minutes' sacrifice that the Human Race still had hope.
This fifteen minutes was like a blood-colored rose blooming in the ruins.
It was bright and glistening.
Apart from the Heaven Ravine Manor at the border of the Mang Province, the other thirteen manors in the west were all conquered by the Demons Army.
The Heaven Ravine Manor was temporarily spared from destruction.
It was not that there was anything special about the manor that prevented the Demons from taking even half a step into the minefield.
It was just that the Demons' current strategy was to forcefully carve out a battle line connecting the east and west of the Central Spirit Region in the shortest amount of time possible from the westernmost position of the Central Spirit Region. Then, with this point leading the way, they would radiate in all directions along this battle line.
As for the border of the Heaven Ravine Manor, it was designated by the Demons as an area to be radiated in the future, so they temporarily abandoned it.
This was an extremely bold and arrogant strategy.
Because if they did not advance in all directions, the Demons Army would be fighting at the front, while the human cultivators in the cities on both sides of the battle line could attack the rear at any time.
But the Demons still did it.
There was no other reason.
They were confident.
They did not believe that in front of such a great disparity in strength, the human cultivators in the small cities would not be frightened out of their wits and flee as fast as they could. Instead, they would take the initiative to come to their deaths.
Summer insects could not talk about ice.
When did the Demons understand the Human Race?
The Human Race's greatest weapon was their determination to go all out.
…
In the Heaven Ravine Manor's capital city.
The Demons Army whistled past them.
The Heaven Ravine City's City Lord gathered all the cultivators of the Da Xia Kingdom, as well as the cultivators of the major sects and families in the city.
There were more than eight thousand people.
Everyone could see the sky full of demonic aura and the black smoke rising from the burning city. They were furious and panicked.
The Heaven Ravine City's City Lord was a cultivator of the sixth realm. He was very old and had lived a peaceful life for a long time. He had long lost his spirit and was only a mediocre City Lord who did not make any mistakes. He muddled along for many years.
The Heaven Ravine City's City Lord, who was already lethargic, became serious for the first time. His body exuded a sharp and vigorous spirit that had not been seen for a long time.
He stood on the city wall and looked around at the cultivators gathered. His voice was vigorous and cold. "Cultivators of the fourth realm and above, step forward."
Among the eight thousand cultivators, less than two hundred cultivators stepped forward.
In other words, out of the eight thousand cultivators, only two hundred were Nascent Soul cultivators.
And this was in the Prefecture City, which was rich in resources.
The Heaven Ravine City's City Lord looked over. Suddenly, his face turned red from excitement. He pointed at a young cultivator and roared. "Little brat, I called for cultivators of the fourth realm and above. Why are you, a Golden Elixir Daoist, joining in the fun!"
The young cultivator who was called a little brat was also red in the face. He stubbornly raised his head and said loudly, "Father, I've already reached the peak of the Golden Elixir. In last year's semester examination, the early stage Nascent Soul Elder Lin tied with me. Since that's the case, it's not a problem for me to be considered a Nascent Soul cultivator."
Yes, this young cultivator was the only son of the Heaven Ravine City's City Lord.
"That was only because Elder Lin suppressed his own power. He only used his Golden Elixir to compete with you. Do you really think you're someone important?" The Heaven Ravine City's City Lord continued to scold.
The young cultivator was just like when he made a mistake when he was young. Although he was beaten until he cried, he refused to admit his mistake. He continued. "If you don't let me go now, after you leave, I'll go myself."
"You!" The Heaven Ravine City's City Lord raised his hand and was about to slap the young cultivator.
The young cultivator lowered his head and said softly. "Father, you're the Heaven Ravine City's City Lord. You have to fight for the people. This is your responsibility."
"But I'm your son. I'll fight with you. This is also my responsibility."
"You have to do your duty. I have to do my duty too."
"You …" The Heaven Ravine City's City Lord's hand stopped in mid-air. His expression kept changing.
Finally, that hand fell down weakly.
After a moment of silence, the Heaven Ravine City's City Lord sighed deeply. "Then let's go together."
The young cultivator carefully raised his head. He found that the Heaven Ravine City's City Lord's eyes were already red.
The Heaven Ravine City's City Lord turned around and didn't look at his son anymore. He said to the cultivators in the city. "The Demons are powerful. In front of them, we're just ants."
"But the Demons are killing and killing in our human territory. If you want me to sit back and do nothing, I won't be able to eat or sleep in peace."
"This time, I decided to go out of the city to kill the Demons. I've lived for most of my life. My lowly life doesn't matter anymore. Most of you haven't lived enough. You can choose not to go. I won't blame you. After all, even ants want to live."
"I'll be frank with you. Once you leave the city, your life will be over."
"Those who are willing to leave the city, come with me. Those who aren't, stay!" The Heaven Ravine City's City Lord roared. He leaped and left the city wall.
His son, the young cultivator, followed closely behind.
Then, a total of 187 cultivators stood out. All of them left the city. Not a single one of them stayed.
On this day, 200 cultivators of Heaven Ravine City went out of the city to seek death.
The young cultivator who was only a Golden Elixir was the first to die. However, he used his life to exchange for a Fourth Stage Demon Cultivator.
The Heaven Ravine City's City Lord was the last to die.
Before he died, he killed two Sixth Stage Demons.
"I'm still old. If I was young, I could at least kill one more Demon Bastard." This was the Heaven Ravine City's City Lord's last thought.
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