The pain feels like burning fire.

This feeling was not pleasant, but it woke him up.

"I'm also a swordsman..." he murmured.

He finally understood what he was doing.

I am bowing my head and avoiding.

A strong sense of shame arose, which was worse than the physical pain and made him almost crazy.

A burning thought filled my heart.

He raised his head proudly and looked directly at the abyss-like Rahu, with a faint red glow in his eyes.

He roared angrily: "Fuck you!"

Of course, he didn't know whether Luo Hu's mother was still alive.

But that doesn't matter.

What's important is that his fear suddenly weakened, although it didn't disappear completely.

"Without Jian Zong, I would have been dead for decades!"

He rose into the sky and rushed towards Luo Hu.

boom!

Without even letting Luo Hu take a second look, a cloud of blood mist exploded in the sky outside Tianhe City.

Blood spilled into the sea water.

Obviously, a Nanjiange monk cannot stop Luo Hu's progress.

You can't blame him.

In fact, even the entire Nanjian Pavilion couldn't stop Luo Hu in the slightest.

However, the blood, as rich as fire, set everyone's hearts on fire.

The square-faced man with curly cheeks and beard who was standing next to Luo Tong stared at the blood with wide eyes.

He is a native cultivator of Tianhe. He and Luo Tong are not from the same sect, and their cultivation levels are obviously different. Therefore, the two of them are not familiar with each other, but they just happen to stand next to each other.

However, on the battlefield, we are all brothers.

His comrade was stained with blood, but what about him?

He had already answered.

He also flew out and charged forward to stop Luo Hu.

Another cloud of blood mist.

Then, another monk flew up.

More than one monk.

They are countless Tianhe monks.

The world that was silent a moment ago suddenly became noisy.

A moment ago, the Tianhe cultivator who had lowered his head to avoid suddenly raised his head, with flames burning in his eyes.

They were afraid, they were afraid, so they waited with all hope for the outcome of the battle between Lu Qingshan and Luo Hu.

When Lu Qingshan failed, they chose to lower their heads and did not dare to look directly into the abyss.

But now, at this moment.

Everyone raised their heads.

They want to protect the human race, they want to protect Tianhe City, and they also want to protect Lu Qingshan.

As a result, the Tianhe monks, one after another, regardless of their level of cultivation, rushed out one after another and blocked Luo Hu's path.

They were afraid, but they still chose to go forward.

Because, they have a spirit in their hearts.

Probably, it is difficult for them to figure out what that energy is.

But they knew that if they did not stand in front of Lu Qingshan at this time, they would look down on them, and even if they survived, they would be ashamed for the rest of their lives.

Shame is the source of courage.

Facing death, cultivator Tianhe seemed so impatient.

There is nothing to be afraid of when your soul is gone.

Comrades are waiting for them!

The blood flowed freely, and unknowingly, it dyed the sea red.

...........

The ant's struggle will not move the lion in any way.

For Rahu, trampling these ants to death is just the difference between one foot and two feet, which is extremely boring.

In Luo Hu's eyes, this was just like Lu Qingshan's persistence before, which was the most meaningless thing in the world.

Is it really meaningless?

Even if they are just ants to Rahu, he can crush a large number of them with one foot.

However, as long as he can lift his foot one more time, isn't that the point?

........

Lu Qingshan, who was nailed to the Tianhe city wall by thirty-six lightning spears and unable to move, underwent a very slight change at this moment.

His fingers moved slightly.

Everything that happened in front of him, including the people rushing one after another and the blood mist that continued to explode, all fell into his dark eyes.

The blood mist fell into the Tianhe Sea like blood rain, creating ripples, just like his mood at the moment.

The sea water is cold, but the blood is hot.

As the master of the Wangchuan Sword, Lu Qingshan can feel the temperature of the blood through the Tianhe Sea.

To be honest, Lu Qingshan never felt that he had done any great favor to the human race, and he never expected that everything he did would be rewarded.

What a sword cultivator does is just what his heart desires.

Therefore, he never expected what others could do for him when he failed.

After all, the enemy is the Demon Saint, invincible in the world, and a strong man that ordinary monks cannot imagine.

In front of the powerful Rahu, human monks are as weak as ants. They should be like ants, feel despair and then give up.

to be honest.

He never asked others to be like "Lu Qingshan".

There is only one Lu Qingshan.

However, everything was different from what he expected.

Between him and Luo Hu, there appeared a vast ocean of human monks.

Luo Hu walked forward calmly, while Monk Tianhe kept throwing himself at him, and then died.

Then more Tianhe monks will rush out.

More people will die.

They couldn't even touch the hem of Rahu's clothes.

This can't even be called a mantis trying to trick a car - the mantis somehow touched the wheel.

It would be more appropriate to call a moth into a flame.

This picture looks ridiculous.

But it's not ridiculous.

Faced with this insurmountable gap, all the human monks did was to die.

Of course, dying is a bit unpleasant, so people created a word for it with a much nicer image.

Go to death.

Monk Tianhe is going to die.

The human race has reached its most dangerous time.

They wanted to stop Rahu.

So they chose to die in front of Lu Qingshan and use their own flesh and blood to build a new Great Wall for Lu Qingshan.

"So arrogant." Lu Qingshan thought to himself, laughing at his own arrogance and feeling happy at the same time.
To be continued...