In the snow.
The Shura King of the Black Armor Domain and the new leader of the Sword Sect lay there motionless.
"That last sword... where did it come from?" Luo Qiantuo, who was almost unrecognizable as a human and looked like a corpse being eaten by vultures, spoke hoarsely.
Even the peerless sword that was truly invincible in the world was still unable to kill Luo Qiantuo directly.
Of course, the only difference between Luo Qiantuo and a dead person at this time was that he could still speak.
Lu Qingshan was not surprised.
Because when he found that he did not receive any experience point gain prompt, he knew that Luo Qiantuo was still alive.
Lu Qingshan, whose consciousness had already begun to blur, did not respond to Luo Qiantuo's question.
One is that I don’t want to, and the other is that I can’t.
His situation was not much better than Luo Qiantuo's.
Lu Qingshan didn't intend to use the little energy he had left to argue with Luo Qiantuo.
Where did this sword come from?
This sword, a peerless sword used when one is at the end of one's rope, burned an unimaginable amount of life essence in an instant. Lu Qingshan, who possessed the power of indestructibility, weighed it briefly and found that just one sword had taken away about 30% of his life essence.
Whether it is a short moment or a huge number, both represent an absolute cost.
If Lu Qingshan had not been young and his life force was extremely vigorous, he might even have died on the spot - just like if an adult donated 1,000 milliliters of blood in batches within a year, it might not be painful, but if 1,000 milliliters of blood were drawn out in one breath, it would definitely be life-threatening.
And you have to know that blood can at least regenerate...but the loss of the source of life is irreversible.
You've paid such a huge price, so...how can you not die?
Lu Qingshan grinned.
"The rest is up to you," he said in his mind.
"Okay." A muffled voice responded.
The next moment, a red light filled the air.
A woman in a red dress and a red sword appeared in the snow, like a fire lotus blooming in the ice and snow.
Luo Qiantuo suddenly raised his eyelids, stunned, then suddenly came to his senses, and then his face was full of bitterness.
The reason why he spoke was not because he was really curious about how Lu Qingshan got that sword, although he was indeed a little curious.
The main purpose is just to test and delay time.
There is no doubt that Luo Qiantuo's injuries were much more serious than Lu Qingshan's, and he only survived.
Even if he managed to escape this disaster and return to Futu King City, with the supply of resources in the area, it would still take at least a hundred years for his injuries to heal.
But he was the Shura King, a demon cultivator famous for his strong physique. Even if he was seriously injured, as long as he was given half a quarter of an hour, he would be able to recover some strength, barely stand up, and then deal with the young man.
Luo Qiantuo couldn't help but sigh.
Because, no more.
Not even a quarter of an hour.
Not to mention half a quarter of an hour, Lu Qingshan wouldn't even give Luo Qiantuo half a breath of time.
After experiencing so many life-and-death situations, Lu Qingshan’s biggest lesson is that he must never give the enemy any time to breathe.
In fact, every powerful enemy he defeated lost because of this.
The same is true for Luo Qiantuo.
In the twenty-day-long fierce battle, if Luo Qiantuo was willing to pay the price of burning his essence and suffering serious injuries, and forced himself to fight Lu Qingshan in exchange for injuries under the power of heavenly punishment during the cooling time of Lu Qingshan's law-breaking ability, it would be Lu Qingshan who died.
But he couldn't bear to do so.
Luo Qiantuo believed that he was a top-level demon lord and the Asura King. If he had to pay such a huge price to kill a cultivator , how could he tolerate it?
Does it make sense?
That seems to make sense.
But the truth will always be in the hands of the final winner.
"Is King Shura so great? He just wants to pay no price? Young master is willing to sacrifice his life for this sword. If you don't die, who will?" Qin Yitian, who suddenly appeared, murmured while biting his silver teeth.
In fact, Lu Qingshan's current condition is only slightly better than dying on the spot.
How could Qin Yitian not hate this?
Qin Yitian's fighting power was too insignificant in this invincible battle, but it was the insignificant Qin Yitian who would put an end to everything.
At this moment, Luo Qiantuo thought of the suggestion made by his entourage before departure to notify Luo Jia and ask Luo Jia to bring people here.
If he had followed this advice at that time, it would be Lu Qingshan who would be dead now, right?
Unfortunately, there is no if.
Do you regret it?
A little, but not too much.
The gap in combat power between him and Lu Qingshan could almost be called overwhelming, but he eventually ended up in a situation where he had to rely on others for his hopes. Luo Qiantuo felt more frustrated and humiliated.
Luo Qiantuo closed his eyes and waited for death to come.
Qin Yitian did not hesitate at all. The dragon bird suddenly shot out, cutting through the snowy night and shooting towards Luo Qiantuo's forehead which was covered with black blood.
Sudden.
A tall figure appeared in front of Luo Qiantuo, stretched out two fingers, and easily clamped the Dragon Bird.
The dragon bird trapped in the hands of others made a buzzing sound and struggled constantly, but could not break free.
The man's fingers were like a pair of pliers.
Lying in the snow, Lu Qingshan, who retained the last bit of consciousness, looked at the person coming with difficulty.
It has four eyes and four arms, its complexion is dark and extremely ugly, and there are many dense evil marks on its face.
Rahu...incarnation.
A familiar yet strange enemy.
The reason for his familiarity is that the incarnation of Luohou is the first truly powerful enemy that Lu Qingshan has encountered since he came to this world.
It feels strange because it happened so long ago.
At the end of Chang'an , unrest began.
The first encounter with the incarnation of Rāhu can be traced back to the Chang'an period, and the last meeting was in the desolate land in the first year of Tianyuan.
After this, the incarnation of Luohou completely disappeared from the sky, and coupled with his own cultivation growing so fast, Lu Qingshan had already forgotten this once powerful enemy.
It was not until thirty years later that he reappeared.
As soon as he appeared, he brought Lu Qingshan even deeper despair than the last time in Chang'an.
Although Qin Yitian's fighting power is not as good as his, his cultivation is equal to his.
The flying sword sacrificed with the cultivation base of the Seventh Tribulation Realm was so easily trapped between the two fingers of the incarnation of Luohou... We can get a glimpse of the combat power of this incarnation of Luohou. Not to mention that he is seriously injured and dying now, even if he is in his prime, Lu Qingshan would not dare to say that he can deal with it.
The incarnation of Luohou looked at Lu Qingshan with a smile.
I don’t know if it’s because his face is too ferocious or for some other reason, but he is clearly smiling, but it gives people an eerie chill.
"It's been many years since we last met. You've grown up so fast." Luohou acted as if he was familiar with Lu Qingshan, and even started to greet him.
If Lu Qingshan had not been lying on the snow, the scene would have looked neither hot nor cold and quite harmonious.
"To be honest, I have contributed a lot to your success today," Luohou's incarnation continued, "I didn't want to show up so soon, but you are so rebellious. If I hadn't arrived in time, Luo Qiantuo would have been killed by you."
Although he praised Lu Qingshan generously, the incarnation of Luohou showed no mercy. After lightly snapping his fingers to knock out the dragon bird, he put his fingers together and a visible spear of demonic energy cut through the sky.
Wherever the demonic spear went, the vacuum ripples were distorted.
It passed by like a comet, heading straight for Lu Qingshan's chest, intent on blowing Lu Qingshan to pieces.
Lu Qingshan had no time to think about how the incarnation of Luohou could become so strong. He tried to gather the energy in his chest and try to resist, but he couldn't muster any strength, let alone draw his sword.
No more cards.
Facing a Shura King, by now he had played all his cards and had nothing left except the half of his life that was left.
Qin Yitian almost instinctively stood in front of Lu Qingshan, blocking the trajectory of the demonic spear, trying to protect Lu Qingshan.
Lu Qingshan moved his lips slightly, wanting to say something, but in the end he said nothing.
This time it really is over.
The demons surrounded the isolated foreign land, and he had no strength left. He was facing a powerful enemy that he might not be able to defeat even in his prime. Even with a will as strong as Lu Qingshan, he could not find any chance of survival.
The already hazy consciousness became even more hazy.
He no longer had any energy or strength left, so he should have died lying down. However, perhaps he was unwilling to do so and wanted to die standing up, so he inexplicably took a breath and stood up shakily with the help of the Demon-Suppressing Tool.
Looking at the red dress blocking his way, his vision gradually blurred. His mind raced through the scene at this moment, and he inexplicably recalled many things.
He thought of Xu Hao who stood in front of him in the stone chamber of Zhenjiang City, thought of holding hands with his lover and coexisting with him in the small world, thought of the days on Qingyaping of the Sword Sect, thought of the promise he made to Gu Yiyi on Mount Dai, thought of the sword that opened the gate of heaven in Chang'an City, thought of the old sect master's sword coming from here and going elsewhere, thought of the hardships he had encountered in the Daoyuan Realm...
His life was short, but he experienced too many people and too many things, and too many ups and downs, which now flashed through his mind.
Now that it's over, looking back on everything, it seems to be perfect. In addition to Xie Qingyun who handed Fuyao to me, there is also Jian Zong...
Sword Sect, although there is no Lu Qingshan in Sword Sect anymore, there is still Yu Canghai, Xue Wushao, and...
Finally, Lu Qingshan thought of that woman, the woman who was extremely special to him.
It seems that he is really a sword cultivator who only cares about the sword. He has met many extraordinary women. It cannot be said that they do not interest him, but it seems that none of them can compare to the sword. Only she is different.
The astonishment at the first sight at Jian Laifeng, the protection of the Demon King who exterminated the Source with one sword, the determination of "If you want me to win, I will definitely win him" twice, the intention of willingly accepting his sending him out as a master... the tacit understanding and mutual contacts over a long period of time can no longer be simply described as "master and apprentice".
At the very end, Lu Qingshan thought of what she said when they saw each other for the last time.
Time flies so fast, some things need to be said earlier.
Lu Qingshan thought of her eyes and eyebrows that were as beautiful as mountains and rivers, and suddenly felt deeply regretful.
"I should have told you that at the time," he murmured.
Luohou's incarnation still maintained a strange smile, looking at the crumbling Lu Qingshan with an unusually cold expression, "You died in my hands in the end. Lu Qingshan, your death is a worthy one."
However, he could no longer laugh the next moment.
A flash of sword light crushed the demonic spear that was about to pierce Qin Yitian's chest.
A woman stood on a long sword and fell from the sky, landing in front of Lu Qingshan who was in a deadly situation.
Then, Lu Qingshan heard two sentences.
A word to myself.
"It's not too late now."
A sentence to the incarnation of Rahu.
"With me, Xia Daoyun, here, no one can kill him!"