Lu Qingshan looked around.
He saw Peak Master Hao Ran, who was fighting to the death, Yi Shui, who had turned into a river of blood, and the Demonic Horde, who were fleeing like birds in the face of a single person.
There was also a terrifying aura that was even more dazzling and oppressive than the sun, even though it was invisible to the naked eye.
It was terrifying, but to Lu Qingshan, it was very familiar.
Because it was the aura of a sword.
A Dao Artifact.
There were a total of three Dao Swords in the Human Clan.
They were controlled by three Sword Immortals.
Niu Er had disappeared with Li Qiubai's death.
At this moment, the only Dao Sword that could appear in this place was …
Fuyao.
"Has the Sect Master arrived?" Lu Qingshan thought.
When the sword arrived, the person would arrive.
Xie Qingyun had arrived at the Central Spirit Region before him.
However, he did not see her.
This was not strange.
Even though Lin Yao had disguised herself as Xie Qingyun in the Jade Gate Pass with the help of the body-changing divine meridians, if she didn't want her identity to be exposed, she had to make sure her disguise was flawless in the Jade Gate Pass. In the Middle Spirit Region, Xie Qingyun couldn't easily reveal himself.
Otherwise, once the Mental Demon Clan knew that Xie Qingyun had appeared in the Central Spirit Region, they would pass the news to the Soldier Demon Clan, and the Burning Moon Domain would immediately know that the Qingyun Sword Immortal in Jade Gate Pass was just a "ghost". They would probably launch a siege immediately.
These thoughts only flashed through Lu Qingshan's mind for a moment.
Because at this moment, he had more important things to do.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
In the next moment, a series of ear-piercing sonic booms resounded between heaven and earth.
When these sonic booms resounded, hundreds of sword lights rose into the sky. They pierced through the sky at an indescribable speed and chased after the Demonic Beasts that were fleeing in all directions.
There seemed to be a monstrous ruthlessness and piercing killing intent sweeping out from the sword lights.
Lu Qingshan and the old sword cultivators of the Sword Sect did not communicate. They attacked at the same time with great tacit understanding.
Although these old sword cultivators were nearing the end of their lifespans and their condition was not as good as before, since they were able to stay in the Sword Sect, their cultivation would at least be at least realm seven when their lifespans came to an end.
The flying sword of a level-seven swordsman was unimaginably powerful and contained terrifying speed.
Puff! Puff!
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Those demonic beasts that were fleeing in all directions were unable to escape the pursuit of the flying swords.
Some of the Demonic Beasts were directly pierced through by the sharp flying swords, while some of the Demonic Beasts were directly blasted into a bloody mist.
Some of the stronger beasts fared better. They were only sent flying hundreds of meters away with a bang before crashing into the ground. Their bodies were deeply embedded in the ground, and huge cracks spread out.
Although he was injured, he was still alive.
However, just as they were struggling to get up, before they could recover their strength, there was a boom. An even more powerful and swift flying sword from another sword cultivator arrived and pierced through their foreheads, leaving behind a bloody hole.
"Finishing blow."
However, no matter how fast and fierce the flying swords of the sword cultivators were, the force sent by the Spirit Huan Sect to attack the Water Changing Platform was still too great. It was not something they could wipe out in a short period of time.
Therefore, after killing nearly a hundred demonic beasts, the remaining demonic beasts and Devil Cultivators of the Spirit Huan Sect had already escaped from their attack range.
"Young Master, should we give chase?" Seeing this, Hope Xiang, who was standing beside Lu Qingshan, asked.
The others also cast their gazes over, waiting for his decision.
The meaning in everyone's eyes was self-evident.
Lu Qingshan was silent for a moment, then nodded solemnly and said, "At least form a team of two and give chase!"
Due to their orthodoxy, the Sword Sect's composition was extremely pure and cohesive.
Therefore, even though the sword cultivators present rarely fought in teams and were not familiar with each other, if they formed a team to kill the enemy in a short period of time, they could still achieve the effect of one plus one greater than two.
Lu Qingshan also understood that the Devil Cultivators and demonic beasts of the Spirit Huan Sect attacking the Water Changing Platform were basically at Grade Seven, with many Grade Eight existences among them.
The sword cultivators he brought this time were the oldest, weakest, and youngest in the Sword Sect. Even if they formed a team, the risk factor was still not small.
It could even be foreseen that there would definitely be people who would fall in the process of being chased.
However, Lu Qingshan still chose to go along with their wishes.
Even those young disciples with insufficient cultivation, Lu Qingshan allowed them to chase after and kill them.
It was not for anything else, but for their hearts as sword cultivators.
His own cultivation and combat strength were mostly honed and cultivated in the midst of life and death.
In eight years, Lu Qingshan had already experienced several life-and-death battles.
He was not afraid of death, but when had the other sword cultivators ever been afraid?
Since they wanted to charge in and kill, then they would charge in and kill together.
Without killing, how could they talk about the sword?
As for dying …
This was war.
Death was inevitable in war.
When everyone came, they were already mentally prepared to die.
Even Lu Qingshan was the same.
Hence, not only did Lu Qingshan agree to the sword cultivators' pursuit, he even took the lead. He was the first to fly out on his sword and pursue those demonic beasts.
Swoosh swoosh swoosh!
In just a moment, hundreds of sword cultivators turned into flowing lights and chased after the scattered Devil Cultivators and demonic beasts of the Spirit Huan Sect.
"Lu Qingshan …"
Peak Master Hao Ran raised his head and looked at the figures that were gradually shrinking in his field of vision. Finally, his gaze fell on the figure that he was most familiar with. His slightly tired eyes immediately lit up, and at the same time, surprise flashed in his heart.
He knew that the Sword Sect would definitely send reinforcements to Middle Spirit.
However, he did not expect that it would be the grand lineup of the sect master and the young master.
.....
Above Water Changing.
Sword whistles rose and fell, and sword light flashed.
Regardless of whether it was the young disciples with low cultivation bases or the old sword cultivators who had decent cultivation bases but were nearing the end of their lives, they were all controlling their flying swords and doing their best to kill their enemies.
The heavens swayed, and light shone from time to time. Intense Origin Power fluctuations rose and fell as spells clashed one after another.
They had just arrived at the Middle Spirit region, and they did not even have time to catch their breath before they were greeted with a tough battle.
For the disciples of other sects, they would more or less find it difficult to adapt.
However, for sword cultivator sects, it was as simple as eating and drinking.
This was because as a group of sword cultivators, they were either fighting, preparing for battle, or on their way to battle.
This was a skill that made a living. It was as natural as drinking water, and had long turned into blood flowing in their bodies.
The expedition to the west sounded quite heroic.
However, for the sword cultivators of the Sword Sect, it was just a battle that lasted longer than before, with a bigger battlefield and stronger opponents.
That was all!
What was there to fear?
What was there to worry about?
After hundreds of thousands of years of inheritance and countless battles, which time did the Sword Sect not emerge victorious?
It was the same this time.
Their beliefs were extremely firm.
Hence, they pressed forward with indomitable will.
.....
In the pursuit, Lu Qingshan seemed to be the boldest.
That was because with the support of the Mind's Eye, his flying sword could shoot at a shocking distance of three thousand miles.
Range was the truth.
In addition to Demon Suppression, Lu Qingshan attacked with three swords, covering an area of three thousand miles.
Like the other Taoist sects, the Spirit Huan Sect had placed most of their cultivators in Longcheng Pass.
Even if they had urgently mobilized a large number of Longcheng Pass cultivators to destroy the Inter-domain Transportation Formation, there were not many people left after they were distributed to the various Inter-domain Transportation Formation points.
Hence, the second batch of cultivators who had rushed over to attack the Water Changing Platform was not too powerful, except for the Black Tortoise Ruler.
In addition, Li Shiyi had already killed a large number of them. At this time, the strength of the Demons was just at the level that the sword cultivators brought by Lu Qingshan could handle.
As for the Demon Tide brought by the Spirit Huan Sect, it was mainly composed of horned dragons.
The horned dragons had extremely thin dragon blood in their bodies. They were tall and burly, and had terrifying heads like crocodiles. Their sharp and cold teeth were exposed, and their eyes were blood-red.
The most important reason why they were chosen as the main force by the demonic cultivators of the Spirit Huan Sect was that the horned dragons had black scales on their bodies. They were like pieces of iron, and their defensive power was extremely shocking.
The attacks of ordinary sword cultivators could hardly cause much damage to the horned dragons when faced with the defense of these scales.
From another perspective, the horned dragons could be considered the natural enemy of sword cultivators.
However, the so-called natural enemy was just a common saying.
The sword cultivators of the Sword Sect could not be reasoned with.
…
Lu Qingshan's gaze was cold and sharp. The Dragon Sparrow, Peach Blossom, and River of Forgetfulness all turned into sword light and flashed out.
Puff! Puff! Puff!
Three flowers of blood immediately bloomed from the heads of the three seventh-grade horned dragons.
The horned dragons, who had lost their heads, maintained their fleeing posture and flew forward hundreds of feet before falling from the sky to the ground.
When a cultivator's strength exceeded a certain limit, everyone below that limit would be nothing more than ants.
With Lu Qingshan's current combat strength, demonic beasts or Demons below the middle stage of the seventh realm were no different to him.
It was all a matter of one sword strike!
Of course, not every sword cultivator could do this.
This was the terrifying effect that Lu Qingshan's 135% increase in basic damage from his sword technique combined with the Divine Power of Dao Sword could achieve.
— A normal attack was a skill.
To put it in a more game-like, more common way of saying it was "an axe for a child."
In less than three breaths of time, Lu Qingshan's three flying swords crisscrossed, and the horned dragons within a thousand feet of him instantly exploded.
Balls of blood-colored fireworks bloomed.
His killing efficiency was like a sharp knife cutting vegetables.
At least at this moment, in terms of killing efficiency, no one could beat him.
Lu Qingshan did not waste any time. As soon as he finished cleaning up the battlefield, he chased after the horned dragons in another direction.
The prey he chose to kill were all demonic beasts below the middle stage of the seventh realm or Demon Cultivators of the Spirit Huan Sect.
It was not that he could not kill enemies above the seventh realm. The main thing was that even he would need to spend a long time to kill enemies above the seventh realm.
The time it took to kill a late-stage rank-seven demonic beast was more than enough for him to kill dozens or even hundreds of demonic beasts below the middle stage of the seventh realm.
In a large-scale battle, the efficiency of clearing up the battlefield was also very important.
Those high-ranked demonic beasts could be left to the old sword cultivators to hunt down and deal with.
Lu Qingshan was constantly moving in the sky, like a hawk searching for prey. He was sharp and accurate, swift and fierce.
In the blink of an eye, dozens of horned dragons had died under his flying swords.
The killing intent in Lu Qingshan's heart was boiling.
Ever since he learned of the news of the Middle Spirit Realm, the anger that had accumulated in his heart for a long time toward the Demons was released in this moment of killing to his heart's content.
.....
Middle Spirit Realm, Upper Sichuan Plateau.
The Cang Bu River flowed majestically from the Upper Sichuan Plateau, surging violently and stirring up layers of powerful waves.
This was where the Spirit Huan Sect was located.
At this moment, in the mysterious abyss of the southern shore of the Spirit Huan Sect.
A pair of large and narrow eyes, the moment Lu Qingshan appeared on the Water Changing Platform, seemed to have sensed something, and abruptly opened.
It was a pair of eyes that contained the sun and the moon, so deep that one could not see the bottom.
The owner of the eyes had a huge figure hidden in the shadows, making it difficult to see clearly. One could only occasionally see a ferocious expression and the flickering light in the eyes.
In front of it was a waterfall and a pool of water that fell from the sky.
The pair of eyes closed gently, and the red sun-shaped eye on the left immediately shot out a beam of red light toward the waterfall.
Then, ripples flickered above the waterfall.
After a moment, the ripples stopped, and the water surface suddenly became flat, like a mirror that appeared in front of one's eyes, incomparably clear.
The scene in the mirror was constantly changing.
In the end, the scene was completely fixed.
A young man in black clothes with black hair appeared in the water mirror.
He had handsome eyebrows and slender eyes. His expression was grave and stern, and his temperament was extraordinary.
On his back, he carried a red sandalwood sword case.
In front of him, there were three streaks of sword light crisscrossing each other.
Blazing red, dark blue, dark green.
The sword lights cut through the sky and pierced through the horizon. Everywhere they passed, the horned dragons with incomparably huge bodies and covered in scales exploded, sprinkling a rain of blood …
The Sword Sect's Young Master.
Lu Qingshan.
"Heroes are not free …"
"When the time comes, heaven and earth will work together."
"You really survived."
"I didn't misjudge you."
"I've been waiting for you to grace me with your presence."
The owner of the sun and moon eyes stared fixedly at Lu Qingshan, who was in the midst of a massacre in the water mirror, and let out an excited but suppressed murmur.
After a moment, its pale golden right eye that was like a waning moon also blinked, and shot out a cool pale golden light toward the water mirror that should be called the Dragon Wall.
"Let me see how much you've grown now …"
The ripples in the Dragon Wall immediately appeared again.
Lu Qingshan, who was originally in the water mirror, suddenly had a golden stream of air rising from his body at this moment.
These streams of air rushed out and floated above his head, constantly condensing and changing shape.
That was … Providence!
"So much … So much … There's still more!" A low, greedy, and secretly delighted voice rang out in the abyss.
The golden stream of air rose continuously from the young man's body, endless. At first, it swam like a fish, then became thicker and thicker, and gradually turned into a flood dragon.
Its long beard danced in the wind, and its eyes were golden. It was so majestic.
"It's only been two or three years, and the fish has already turned from a python into a flood dragon?!"
"Good, good, good!"
"He's indeed someone favored by the Providence of this world. I didn't misjudge him!"
"In the story of a carp leaping over the dragon's gate, turning into a python is a small matter. Although it's not easy to become a flood dragon, it's not difficult either. It's just that the final step of turning into a dragon is harder than ascending to heaven."
"There are countless great flood dragons in the world, but a true dragon is hard to find." The low voice echoed in the abyss.
"If there's no external help, none of the thousands of great flood dragons in the world can turn into a dragon."
"A flood dragon needs a great destiny to turn into a dragon."
"Now, there's a rare great destiny in the world, but it's not easy to capture this destiny. It's almost impossible without external help."
"You're very lucky … because I'm here to help you this time …"
"Then this time, let me help you turn into a dragon …" Its huge eyes revealed a hint of human-like greed and cunning at the right time, and it let out a deep and sinister laugh.
A true dragon in the world, if you see it, it's there. If you don't see it, it's not there.
It was indescribably precious.
But now …
Someone was raising a dragon!
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