The Li People, who had witnessed the entire process, were even more surprised than Zhong Ming.
When Zhong Ming and Lu Qingshan attacked the Xuanming Valley cultivator at the same time.
Because Lu Qingshan was still a newcomer, the Li People subconsciously wanted to take care of Lu Qingshan. Thus, he cast his first spell at the Xuanming Valley cultivator that Lu Qingshan had found.
It was a solid ice sword condensed from water-attribute Spirit Qi. It emitted a bone-chilling cold.
Under his control, the ice sword shot toward Lu Qingshan's opponent like a sword cultivator's flying sword.
Although the speed of the flying sword was not enough to compare to the speed of the flying sword.
The Li People was confident that its power wasn't inferior to a sword cultivator's flying sword.
But he didn't expect that Lu Qingshan's flying sword would suddenly shoot out like a bolt of lightning. Then, Lu Qingshan's figure strangely disappeared.
When he saw Lu Qingshan again, Lu Qingshan had already met the Xuanming Valley cultivator's face with his sword.
Then, the Xuanming Valley cultivator collapsed.
Taking a closer look, his frontal bone had actually been split open by Lu Qingshan's sword, and fresh red blood continuously flowed out.
Just as the Xuanming Valley cultivator collapsed, the ice sword he had cast stabbed horizontally into the Xuanming Valley cultivator's chest.
This ice sword seemed superfluous, just like his attack.
Lu Qingshan's speed had already surpassed the speed of his spell?
The Li People didn't dare to believe it.
With such speed, the Xuanming Valley cultivator had no time to react. He didn't even have time to cast a defensive spell before he died under Lu Qingshan's sword.
.....
The Formless Sword Evasion was indeed useful!
Lu Qingshan looked at the 2,000 EXP he had just obtained on his Attribute Panel, feeling satisfied.
Using the Formless Sword Evasion, not only did he instantly kill his enemy, he even had time to use his flying sword to snatch a head from Zhong Ming.
Before the Xuanming Valley's cultivators could react, he had already taken two heads in an instant!
But this was the only time such a good thing would happen.
Because the remaining two cultivators in the Domain of Ice, Wind, and Snow had already summoned layers of defensive Magic Artifacts and used all sorts of defensive spells to protect themselves when they saw the tragic state of their fellow disciples.
If he wanted to kill these cultivators, it wouldn't be so easy. He would have to face them head-on.
Lu Qingshan looked around.
On his left side, Xu Hao relied on his thick skin and flesh to take the initiative to fight against four Xuanming Valley cultivators.
Red Flame Spirit Qi had been in the Domain of Ice Clouds had been a Demon Divine Ice Ice ice ice ice ice ice.
At the same time, Xiao had summoned his third beast.
Green Scale Leopard!
It was a strange leopard demon with green scales.
Its speed was fast and its defense was astonishing.
His vigorous body leaped forward and pounced on a Xuanming Valley cultivator. His razor-sharp claws flashed with a metallic luster as he continuously slashed at the vital points of the Xuanming Valley cultivator.
Su Shu and Xiao Zhicheng stood in a corner position. While she and Xiao Zhicheng were taking care of each other, they were also constantly casting spirit spells to support the cultivators of Yin Tiger Troop in attacking and defending.
Coming back to their senses, Lu Qingshan and Zhong Ming looked at each other. Through their eyes, they assigned their respective targets. Their bodies flickered as they charged forward.
The Li People took care of them from afar while controlling the battlefield.
.....
On the other side of the battlefield not far away.
Dantai Qingrun had already found Daoist Master Xuanming.
"Zhishou Building's cultivator …" Seeing Dantai Qingrun's proud figure appear before him, Daoist Master Xuanming snickered and was about to say something ruthless.
But halfway through his trash talk, a green light burst forth from Daoist Master Xuanming's line of sight. A shocking fluctuation was also emitted.
With a flash of sword light, the Hidden Spirit Sword rushed up like a flying sword, leaving a trail of green light behind it as it shot toward the Golden Elixir in his dantian.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
A deafening explosion echoed in Daoist Master Xuanming's ears.
This was the violent sonic boom caused by Tantai Qingrun's flying sword's speed exceeding the speed of sound.
The Hidden Spirit Sword, which was flying at supersonic speed, had hundreds of fine sword lights attached to it.
In Daoist Master Xuanming's eyes, the sword light lingering on the Hidden Spirit Sword split into two, then four, and in the blink of an eye, it had turned into a hundred and twenty-eight sword lights.
As for those fine sword lights, they immediately fused into the vast river of sword lights.
Amidst the sword light division, it fused with the Dantai Clan's unique crescent sword light.
This was Dantai Qingrun's Flying Sword Secret Technique.
Just this Sword Light Division was enough to make most of the Golden Elixir sword cultivators feel inferior.
With the speed of the flying sword, if one wanted to use a defensive technique to block the attack of the flying sword, there was no other way except to use a defensive technique in advance.
It was basically impossible to use a defensive technique of a sufficiently high grade in the short time between the attack of the flying sword and the arrival of the flying sword.
As for those low-grade defensive techniques that could be instantly cast, it was clearly impossible to block the flying sword of a sword cultivator.
However, although Daoist Master Xuanming's expression was unsightly, he did not panic. He seemed to have some confidence.
Sure enough, over a hundred malevolent-looking ghosts and resentful spirits suddenly scattered from Daoist Master Xuanming's robe.
These resentful spirits let out shrill shrieks and fiercely welcomed the river of sword lights.
Sizzle!
When the two sides collided, the ghosts and resentful spirits seemed to melt. Under the sword light, they instantly burned and disintegrated, leaving behind light smoke that drifted in the air.
Dantai Qingrun's eyes were deep as she stared at Daoist Master Xuanming's black robe.
She could faintly see countless ghostly faces on the robe, all of them with malevolent and painful expressions.
"With the protection of the Ten Thousand Ghosts Robe, what can you do to me?!" Daoist Master Xuanming, who was startled by Dantai Qingrun's sudden attack, regained his senses and let out an unpleasant hoarse voice.
The Ten Thousand Ghosts Robe was an extremely famous defensive artifact among the evil cultivators, but it was also very rare.
Aside from the precious materials needed to refine the Ten Thousand Ghosts Robe, it also required the addition of human souls during the refining process.
The more human souls fused into the robe, the better the quality of the souls, and the stronger the Ten Thousand Ghosts Robe would be.
Once refined, the robe would be protected by ten thousand ghosts and would be impervious to all evil.
This was the source of Daoist Master Xuanming's confidence.
However, at this moment, Daoist Master Xuanming's heart suddenly turned cold.
The process of receiving Dantai Qingrun's flying sword seemed very simple, but the truth was that his heart ached terribly.
In just an instant, more than a hundred resentful spirits in his Ten Thousand Ghosts Robe had disappeared.
Although it was called the Ten Thousand Ghosts Robe, after many years of accumulation, the number of resentful spirits in his Ten Thousand Ghosts Robe had barely reached three thousand. It was far from ten thousand.
It should be known that under the strict supervision of the Great Xia Dynasty, in order not to be discovered that he was secretly slaughtering mortals to refine evil weapons, he had been very careful. He had spent nearly a hundred years to accumulate the number of resentful spirits on the Ten Thousand Ghosts Robe to the current number.
But this time, one-thirtieth of his hard work had gone down the drain. How could he not feel heartache?!
"Ten Thousand Ghosts Robe," Dantai Qingrun softly muttered. Then, killing intent surged in her eyes. "You deserve to die!"
Dantai Qingrun knew that with the number of resentful spirits in Daoist Master Xuanming's Ten Thousand Ghosts Robe, his hands must be stained with blood. Who knew how many innocent mortals he had slaughtered?
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