Further west of the northwest, there is a mountain range that spans three thousand miles. It is so dangerous that it is thousands of feet high. The vegetation is not lush and wild animals are even rarer.
The sudden rumble of thunder broke the silence of the mountains.
The wild beasts in the mountains, which were already few in number, all raised their heads out of awe of the thunder.
But before they could see the thunderclouds in the sky clearly, an even more violent roar was heard, so loud that it almost shattered them alive.
The entire
It was like a divine sword falling from the sky, cutting it in two.
The beasts, who were originally in the same mountain range but now separated by a narrow canyon, looked at each other in confusion and fear, and then at the same time saw clearly the "guy" that cut through the mountain range.
An unusually thin guy.
Holding two swords, an electric snake is moving in his left hand, and demonic energy is rolling in his right arm, which is strange and powerful.
Another unusually burly and huge figure followed and slammed into the man with the sword with unmatched force.
The man holding the sword smiled slightly.
There is a sword across the chest, and there is a sword moving in the wind.
It comes from nowhere.
After continuous fighting, Luo Qiantuo, who was already familiar with Lu Qingshan's tactics, was not surprised. He swung the blood whip just right, knocking down Fuyao who was rushing towards him, and at the same time, a heavy hammer fell down to prevent Fuyao from gaining momentum again. At the same time, the Shura Sword cut through the sky.
Lu Qingshan remained calm. At this moment, lightning and thunder leaped and swirled on the Lieque sword, causing thunder to spread all over the small area.
Lie Que approached and the Shura Sword fell from the sky.
They all show their talents.
The sword and the blade made a continuous loud noise, and the energy splashed everywhere, shattering the huge rocks on the cliff, which fell like blades.
Luo Qiantuo narrowed his eyes, and one of his four arms, which had transformed into weapons, remained free and turned into a heart-breaking drill.
Heart-breaking drill, heart-breaking!
Luo Qiantuo stretched out one hand, and Lu Qingshan did the same.
With his right hand, he suppressed the demon, and the demonic energy rolled up into layers of sword energy, like a tornado.
It was another head-on confrontation, and Lu Qingshan was like a kite with a broken string.
From beginning to end, King Shura had the advantage of using force to suppress others in a situation like a lion fighting a rabbit.
When Lu Qingshan flew out again, Luo Qiantuo, who was full of murderous intent, had no intention of playing around. His four arms, which had turned into strange weapons, turned into iron fists again, splitting the sky and the earth, and punched Lu Qingshan's chest again and again.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Sword lights appeared one after another, and famous swords from the Sword Washing Pool appeared, blooming with spirituality, blocking Lu Qingshan in front of him, forming a sky net that was vast and airtight, surrounding King Shura tightly and greatly restricting his punches.
The Asura King, who was jealous of killing, used his strong black armor and the powerful body of a god and demon to punch forward continuously, smashing those famous swords into pieces one by one.
Just by seeing Lu Qingshan's expression that never changed, Luo Qiantuo knew that this guy must have something scheming again.
It doesn’t matter!
Luo Qiantuo, who firmly believed that force could defeat skill, didn't believe that Lu Qingshan, who was at an absolute disadvantage and had more defenders than attackers, could have such a deadly trick.
The sword net formed by thousands of swords seems to be shaky and unable to bear the heavy burden, but in fact it is full of hidden tricks.
Just as Luo Qiantuo shattered another piece of the sword wall and was only a hundred feet away from Lu Qingshan, an incomparable ray of light swept across his head.
The famous sword in the Sword Washing Pool, Xijiangyue!
Qi flows through the human world.
Luo Qiantuo, who had no time to dodge, tilted his head, and the flying sword Xijiangyue drew a bloody mark on his face.
Threatened by Xijiangyue, Luo Qiantuo's body finally stopped, but in that instant, he changed his palm into a grip, clamped the sword edge of Xijiangyue with his tiger's mouth, his blood vessels bulged, the sound of the heavenly dragon surged, and he strangled Xijiangyue alive.
Taking advantage of the rare moment when Shura King took a break, Lu Qingshan stood firm, exhaled the old air and replaced it with new energy, allowing the magic power in his body to flow again.
Luo Qiantuo wiped the blood off his face without a care, looked at the young man who had just recovered his breath, and said coldly, "Continue."
From the beginning to the end, Luo Qiantuo carefully counted the number of flying swords and determined that Lu Qingshan should have nearly 30,000 swords, and there were seven famous swords that could pose a threat to him.
Each of these seven famous swords, when unsheathed, could buy him a moment of pause, but the price was the damage of the sword.
It just seems that such a loss is just a drop in the bucket for Lu Qingshan.
Is this the Sword Sect's method? Luo Qiantuo asked, "Did they empty your Sword Sect's assets?"
In his opinion, these endless famous swords must undoubtedly be the assets of the Sword Sect, and are now being squandered recklessly by Lu Qingshan, the prodigal sect leader.
Lu Qingshan shook his head sincerely, stopped looking, and then stood up straight. The famous sword Yu Meiren from the Sword Washing Pool was freshly out of the oven, and he stabbed it straight into Luo Qiantuo's eyebrows.
Even someone as cold-hearted as Luo Qiantuo had veins bulging on his forehead at this moment.
He hooked his five fingers, roared towards the sky, stretched out all four arms, grabbed Poppy with his bare hands, and used all his strength to break it into four pieces. The price he paid was four bloody marks on his palms.
The beauty bowed.
But when Luo Qiantuo finished all this, Lu Qingshan had already risen up on his sword and started fighting again.
Luo Qiantuo looked expressionlessly in the direction where Lu Qingshan was leaving. A powerful aura emanated from his body, and dust and gravel danced wildly, forming a tornado in the uneasy world.
Then the void where Luo Qiantuo was standing on suddenly sank, forming two huge tangible collapses. Then the power of heaven and earth rushed in quickly to repair it, causing the collapse of the space created by Luo Qiantuo's huge force to heal.
With the terrifying recoil force brought by the healing of space, Luo Qiantuo's body was ejected and disappeared in this world, leaving only the lingering sound and the falling debris.
Luo Qiantuo left this world and started "running" in the direction where Lu Qingshan left.
His feet stepped heavily on the sky, and each step caused a few inconspicuous cracks to appear in the space that should have been stable. Although they would heal in an instant under the power of heaven and earth itself, the world still began to shake, making a dull and strange thudding sound .
It was as if there were invisible giants beating war drums in the world.
The heaven and earth are the drums, and Luo Qiantuo's feet are the drumsticks.
He didn't beat the war drum very often, but each beat was so powerful.
The king of the Asura clan possesses the power of three celestial dragons, unrivaled in the world.
When he converts this extreme power into speed, it is difficult to describe in words.
Even with a lead of 20,000 feet, even if he was the fastest swordsman, even with the bonus of Fuyao , it would still be useless in the face of such speed.
Luo Qiantuo chased after him, gradually closing the distance, but whenever the distance was less than three thousand meters and within sight, a group of swords consisting of thousands of swords would shoot towards him from the front.
Among the group of swords, sometimes there were truly famous swords that could pose a threat to Luo Qiantuo, and sometimes there were not.
But Luo Qiantuo didn't dare to take the chance, so he had to choose to defend every time.
…
The sky was filled with sand and there was not a single speck of green.
A figure was flying low in the desert, as small as a mustard seed.
Lu Qingshan, who was shrouded in the sword domain, suddenly stopped, took a deep breath, and hesitated for a moment.
Since their encounter with Luo Qiantuo the day before yesterday, after three days of fighting and retreating, the two have traveled countless thousands of miles. In the beginning, they could occasionally see some small tribes, but now there is completely no one.
Another day passed, and Lu Qingshan's power of mountains and seas recovered to a usable state for the third time.
Looking up, I saw a black spot expanding rapidly.
Lu Qingshan knew that it was Luo Qiantuo.
Without any hesitation, the next moment, golden light flashed in Lu Qingshan's palm, and then the golden light turned into lines, moving like dragons and snakes, and instantly outlined a Taoist pattern.
The Dao patterns then intertwined with each other to form a Dao seal.
The power of mountains and seas.
Suddenly, the sand rolled up and the scale became bigger and bigger.
A desert made of quicksand will not crack like the earth, but it will be rolled up.
Lu Qingshan used the Shanhai Dao method to create a massive sandstorm.
The sandstorm completely submerged his figure.
Even in the barren desert, there is a strong power of mountains and seas, which is no weaker than other regions.
The power of mountains and seas flowed through the desert veins, and like rivers flowing into the sea, merged into Lu Qingshan's body.
It was like a stream of clear water, which brought new strength to his slightly dried-up meridians.
The yellow sand rolled wildly, and it was a vast expanse of yellow, so that you couldn't see anything outside at all.
Above the center of the sandstorm, there was a sudden wave, and the atmosphere of heaven and earth suddenly became chaotic.
It was as if a thunder had exploded, and the violent sand and gravel fled in all directions with a hissing sound.
Luo Qiantuo fell from a high altitude and hit the ground heavily, hitting Lu Qingshan who was in the center of the sandstorm.
Because of the continuous battles, Luo Qiantuo's fighting spirit has reached its peak, and there seems to be fire burning in his eyes.
Taking advantage of the less than a breath of time that Lu Qingshan had to perform the Shanhai Dao Fa, King Shura used his killing move - from the initial joking to the current haggling, Luo Qiantuo showed with his actions how much pressure he was under, and that the reason this battle could be dragged on for so long was not because of his arrogance, but because Lu Qingshan was indeed difficult to kill.
Like a mountain falling, like the sky collapsing.
Luo Qiantuo came with the momentum of killing.
Lu Qingshan pulled the corner of his mouth and silently said for the fourth time: "Heavenly punishment!"
Thunder exploded in the sky.
Lieque, lightning flashes.
The glory is passing by.
Facing this indescribable and extremely bright lightning, Luo Qiantuo subconsciously squinted his eyes, just like an ordinary person looking directly into the sunlight.
When Liuhua swept out, Luo Qiantuo was thrown backwards and was shaken away again.
The fourth divine punishment.
When Lieque entered the abyss, he had a total of thirteen heavenly punishments. After experiencing the massive seventy-nine-day catastrophe in Futu King City, his number of heavenly punishments was fully accumulated, increasing to twenty.
The twenty heavenly punishments are Lu Qingshan’s greatest and final confidence.
Every divine punishment that is delivered represents a death situation that Lu Qingshan faces.
In other words, if there had been no heavenly punishment, Lu Qingshan would have died four times by now.
Luo Qiantuo, who was pushed back two thousand feet for the fourth time, forcibly reversed the chaotic energy. One of his four arms drooped down, and shocking blood flowed from his nose.
Luo Qiantuo did not take the physical pain seriously.
He just stared at Lu Qingshan.
"I never thought that a cultivator in the Tribulation Realm could hold out in my hands for so long. I still underestimated you."
Lu Qingshan didn't say anything.
If his various methods were not used against the Shura King, even an ordinary top-level demon lord might have been able to kill him. However, using secret techniques and heavenly punishment to kill Luo Qiantuo was far from enough.
Everything he had done in the past three days seemed to be just a futile delay of time, and he would eventually die.
but……
Is it really just a pointless delay?
…
The vast and boundless lake stretches for countless miles, like a sea.
A stream was flowing in the lake and a huge shadow was rushing across the sky.
Fight, fight, and fight again.
I don’t know how many battlefields have been changed.
The land of the Northwest is tens of thousands of miles deep and is not just wilderness, it encompasses all kinds of terrain in the world.
More importantly, it is desolate, barren, sparsely populated, and almost never disturbed by outsiders.
There is no better battlefield than this.
With the help of Wangchuan's sea-calming power, Lu Qingshan, who was walking on the bottom of the lake and had the rare advantage of the terrain, could finally breathe a sigh of relief.
Hiding at the bottom of the lake, Luo Qiantuo would no longer be able to locate his position as easily as before.
He could only punch the lake surface continuously, smashing the water with one punch after another. Even with the resistance of the water, the powerful fist force could still hit the bottom of the lake directly, as if he wanted to kill Lu Qingshan at the bottom of the lake by hitting the cow from behind the mountain.
Of course, Lu Qingshan didn't just take the beating. He was like an assassin lurking under the water. From time to time, he would seize the opportunity when Luo Qiantuo took a breath, break out of the water and launch a surprise attack.
The two of them walked along the lake, heading deeper into the northwest.
The battle had dragged on until now, and Luo Qiantuo no longer expected to decide life or death with one move.
Whether it was the endless stream of swords or the inevitable divine punishment when faced with a fatal situation, this battle would inevitably lead to a stalemate.
…
After half a month of chasing and fighting, the two sides traveled an unknown number of thousands of miles and encountered an extremely rare thunderstorm.
Heavy rain fell, dark clouds rolled in, and thunderstorms rose and fell.
But this thunderstorm seemed particularly different.
Not just spring thunder, but also sky thunder.
Lie Que's Guinan magical power has been brewing until now, and whenever it is triggered, it will be a sea of ​​thunder and lightning.
For example, now.
The thunder in the sky rolled like a huge rock in the clouds that looked like black silk brocade.
Thunder roared, purple lightning intertwined, and it seemed as if countless immortals were scolding in the sky.
There were lightning and thunder, and the sky seemed to have exploded with a hole.
Hundreds of purple thunders fell with a loud bang, descending directly towards Luo Qiantuo.
Even though Luo Qiantuo was moving at an incredibly fast speed, the thunder tribulation seemed to have a navigation system, turning around and coming towards him.
Luo Qiantuo squatted slightly on his knees, then took a step forward and raised his four arms to draw a circle, as if he was going to shake Kunlun Mountain. Relying on his own strength, he forcibly lifted up the sea of ​​thunder and lightning.
His figure suddenly fell thousands of feet, but the purple thunder also exploded, like water flowing out after a broken water tank, flowing on Luo Qiantuo's body.
The violent sea of ​​thunder and lightning attacked his powerful divine and demonic body countless times, but it was never able to leave any injuries on him, only cutting off his hair.
His silvery-white hair, as thick as a python, was draped behind his terrifying body that was as big as a mountain. With his cold black armor and ferocious green face, he looked like a demon god in a Buddhist scroll.
Luo Qiantuo let out a breath slowly.
The tiny figure of Lu Qingshan in front was still as slippery as ever, and it separated at the touch and ran thousands of miles away again.
But his breath was obviously weakening.
Since the battle began, Luo Qiantuo has been increasing his chances of winning.
…
The snowy ground at dusk seemed to have fallen into an eternal night, with thick snow clouds obscuring the starlight and moonlight in the sky.
The northwest was pitch black.
The sword light that cut through the sky turned into a meteor that passed through the human world.
The battlefield has changed from the wilderness at the beginning to the extremely cold place now.
The heavy snow is lonelier than fireworks.
The pursuit that lasted for twenty days was finally coming to an end in this rare polar night.
Twenty days.
Twenty times the power of mountains and seas.
Two hundred thousand swords.
Twenty heavenly punishments.
There are seven more times to break the law.
Lu Qingshan exhausted everything he had and reached the end of his rope before he could buy these precious twenty days.
Looking at Lu Qingshan, who was obviously at the end of his strength, Luo Qiantuo did not feel the slightest bit of pride that victory was in sight. He only felt a sense of relief that it was finally over.
After twenty days of high-intensity life-and-death pursuit, even he couldn't help feeling deeply exhausted.
Luo Qian was wearing an icy black armor, standing still in the freezing wind that engulfed the entire night.
"You, Lu Qingshan, can be said to have died with honor." Luo Qiantuo said deeply.
For the past twenty days, Lu Qingshan, who had refused to give up and was unwilling to see the King of Hell, seemed to have given up the struggle at this moment. He stopped escaping and stopped.
The Lieque on his left hand has disappeared.
The purple-gold light of the sword domain has disappeared.
With his magic power exhausted, Lu Qingshan could no longer support the Dao Realm.
After twenty days of fierce fighting, Lu Qingshan's blood had already soaked his clothes and then solidified, so that the clothes became heavy and stuck to his body, and were not blown away by the cold wind.
Only his hair fluttered in the snow.
Lu Qingshan had disheveled hair, and a purple-gold lotus mark on his forehead shone like a candle in the wind, shining its last glimmer of light in the polar night.
He looked up at the night sky which was obscured by snowy clouds and without a trace of moonlight, then his gaze dropped down to Dao Luo Qiantuo.
Lu Qingshan, who had been silent for twenty days, spoke for the first time.
"How can I live without a sword?"
clang!
Zhenmo seemed to understand what was going to happen next and let out a long, resounding roar in response.
The sound is like the sound of flowing water in a mountain stream, tinkling and pleasant to the ear, and also like the gentle breeze blowing against the moon, clear and bright.
Then Lu Qingshan asked again.
"How can there be no moon?"