When Lu Qingshan opened his eyes again, Wangchuan had already pierced Yuan Cang's eyebrows deeply.

Between the eyebrows is the sea of ​​consciousness, and within the sea of ​​consciousness is the monk’s soul.

The River of Forgetfulness has already passed through Yuancang's soul.

He could make twenty-four mistakes, but Yuan Cang could not make a single mistake.

This time, Yuan Cang made a mistake.

Today, he exchanged his six hundred years of life for the Three Heaven-Suppressing Swords, and for the four realms to defeat the six realms.

Lu Qingshan did not draw his sword, but released his right hand that tightly grasped the hilt of Wangchuan's sword.

Then, with a swish sound, Lu Qingshan held a green peach blossom in his hand.

Lu Qingshan, whose consciousness was already somewhat blurred, managed to control his slightly trembling legs and stand up straight.

Pfft.

Yuan Cang, who had a long sword pierced between his eyebrows, slowly lowered his head, only to see a green long sword piercing his chest and then emerging from his back.

All the power of the human body must be directed by consciousness if it is to be used.

The Yuan Shen was pierced by Wangchuan's sword. As a powerful sword cultivator in the sixth realm, Yuan Cang still had majestic Yuan Power in his body, but he could only draw water from a bamboo basket and could not be used at all.

Lu Qingshan's eyes were as cold as ice knives, and his blood-stained face showed a calm smile to Yuan Cang, "I'll give it all back to you..."

He pulled out the peach blossom from Yuan Cang's body, changed his position, and thrust it into Yuan Cang's heart, then pulled it out and thrust it in again.

Puff, puff, puff...

The world was silent, except for the sound of the long sword entering the body.

One sword, another sword, another sword, repeated repeatedly, the peach blossom stabbed into Yuan Cang's body again and again.

It wasn't until twenty-four terrifying blood holes appeared on Yuan Cang's body, with blood flowing out of them, that Lu Qingshan nodded with satisfaction.

Old man, if you kill me with twenty-four swords, I will return twenty-four swords to you.

Never short of anything.

Finally, Lu Qingshan put away the peach blossoms in his hands.

Poof!

Another sound of a long sword entering the body was heard.

The corners of Yuan Cang's eyes twitched.

It can be seen that there is a blazing red sword tip peeking out from his heart.

The dragon bird was stabbed into Yuan Cang's back with a sword, and then slowly pulled out.

This sword was thrust out by Qin Yitian who was out of breath.

Young Master, it only takes twenty-one years to cultivate to the Nascent Soul, but this old man has lost six hundred years of life.

Qin Yitian's eyes turned red after weighing the relationship.

"Sir..." Qin Yitian, who put away the dragon bird, felt sorry for his impulsiveness.

Lu Qingshan grinned and comforted Qin Yitian: "That's fine, I never do business at a loss, so I'll just treat him as a sword."

"I'm still a little heartbroken," after thinking about it, Lu Qingshan murmured again: "Six hundred years... is enough for me to cultivate to the Mahayana."

Yuan Cang, who was so close, could clearly hear Lu Qingshan's self-talk. If he normally heard a Nascent Soul monk say such words, he would just laugh at his arrogance.

But now, he won't.

"Master, you are wrong. Compared to Daxia Jing, Lu Qingshan's life is much more valuable..." Before he was about to die, Yuan Cang suddenly thought of these words.

This is the sword cultivator’s judgment on the sword cultivator.

In terms of cultivation, Lu Qingshan is not as good as him now, but in terms of sword cultivation, he is far inferior to Lu Qingshan.

Regardless of his previous carelessness, even in the end, when Lu Qingshan exploded with his life, he still had a chance to kill Lu Qingshan.

As a monk in the Sixth Realm, how could he not have the means to change his life?

But, he didn't.

Because in that moment of thought, he felt that he was still alive.

If you use the method of exchanging lives, it is tantamount to a glimmer of hope for self-determination.

He is not willing to change this life!

But Lu Qingshan, from the moment he drew his sword, gave up everything except the sword moves in his hand.

At the critical moment of life and death, as a sword cultivator, Lu Qingshan chose to move forward, but as a sword cultivator, he chose to stop.

So he failed miserably.

...

Although Lu Qingshan sheathed his sword, his sword was not finished yet.

He slowly raised his hand, grasped the hilt of Wangchuan's sword again, and slowly drew out the Dao sword inch by inch.

As Wangchuan left his body, Yuan Cang's sea of ​​consciousness began to tumble.

When the long sword was completely withdrawn from his soul, his soul had completely disintegrated out of control, and his energy was leaking out.

It's like a sword entering the body. If you don't draw the sword, you can temporarily hang on to your life, but if you draw the sword, you will collapse.

His spirit collapsed.

Lu Qingshan wiped the river of forgetfulness and completely cut off Yuan Cang's head.

A bit of invisible and vague spiritual light flew out of Yuan Cang's body and returned to the Wangchuan sword body.

"It really hurts." Lu Qingshan muttered and fell with the sword on his body.

Forgotten River: Blue Fall.

With a sound of exhaustion and even extreme overdraft, after the death of his enemy, he finally let out a sigh of relief, weakness emerged, and he sat helplessly on the bumpy ground, gasping for breath, not wanting to move a finger.

He took out the healing elixir from the storage ring and poured it into his mouth.

Qin Yitian took a few steps forward and gently wiped away the blood stains on Lu Qingshan's face that were as black as thick ink.

The sticky feeling of coagulated blood clinging to the face is not pleasant.

.......

Outside Mihe Peak.

The rainbow of sword light formed by nearly ten sword cultivators from the Sword Sect led by Xi Xiang was passing across the sky.

When Xixiang saw the apocalyptic desolate scene of Mihe Peak from a distance, he couldn't help but trembled in his heart, "Is it too late?"

He didn't dare to think about it anymore, his speed reached the extreme, and he went straight to the top of Mihe Peak.

The speed of Seven Realm Sword Cultivators is extremely fast.

The distance of tens of miles is covered in a few breaths.

In the past, the scenic top of Mihe Peak was full of ravines, spreading like a spider web, with countless pits and pits.

In the center, next to Yuan Cang's separated body, Lu Qingshan was sitting on the ground resting.

There was still blood stains on his face, and all his clothes were soaked in blood.

Lu Qingshan just sat there, extremely weak, but exuding an indescribable and awe-inspiring aura.

"It's uncle." Lu Qingshan looked at Xi Xiang who hurried over and smiled.

In his dark eyes, there was a blazing bright fire that seemed to be burning from them.

These old sword cultivators, who were thousands of years old and had experienced countless trials and hardships, were slightly startled under the impact of this situation.

What did they see?

"Is this...the cultivator of the gods?" Xixiang felt that his voice was interfering, and pointed at Yuancang's body and asked.

Actually, no need to ask.

Just like the traces left by the passing geese, Yuan Cang's energy aura still remains on the battlefield at this moment, which is clearly visible at a glance.

This is also the reason why high-level monks in the underworld do not take action easily. As long as they take action, there must be some leftovers.

The monks who use Yuanli are at least god-transforming monks.

But Xixiang asked anyway.

Because, he really couldn't believe that a god-forming monk actually died under Lu Qingshan's sword.

Lu Qingshan wanted to stand up and reply, but his trembling legs were unable to support him to complete this action.

After trying for a while, he could only give up. He smiled bitterly at Xi Xiang and sighed: "The cultivator of the Transformation of God is really amazing, but this disciple has been put through a lot of trouble."

As the sun sets in the west, the dim afterglow shines on Lu Qingshan, complementing the scarlet blood, making it blurry and magnificent.

.............

This swordsmanship is a bit stable
Chapter completed!