"It's too strong!" The Beiheguan monks who had just burst out of the light shield were all shocked. They will never forget this scene in their lives.

Above the sky, Lu Qingshan was hanging in the air, standing with a sword in his hand, looking coldly at the many demon cultivators in front of him.

He knew that although his sword was terrifying, this battle was far from over, it had just begun!

"Kill him, must kill him!" In shock, Demon Commander Xuandu became even more angry. He looked at Lu Qingshan coldly, with endless murderous intent in his eyes.

There are not many people he admires in his life, but from today on, Lu Qingshan can be counted as one.

The more this happens, the more determined he is to kill Lu Qingshan.

"Kill nearly a hundred demon cultivators of our clan with one sword... I want to see how many more swords you can kill!" Xuandu knew very well that Lu Qingshan's sword was so magical that it would cost a lot to kill him.

.

This is a trick to keep the bottom of the box and cannot be used more than once.

However, Xuan Du only dared to command his demon cultivators to attack at this time and did not dare to approach Lu Qingshan easily.

——The power of the previous sword talisman was still vivid in his mind. Even the Withered Dragon Demon Commander was killed by the sword talisman in one blow. How could he withstand it?

He didn't dare to gamble with his life that Lu Qingshan no longer had the sword talisman in his hand.

Under the command of Demon Commander Xuandu, the offensive within the demon cultivator camp resumed.

Hundreds of demon cultivators rushed towards Lu Qingshan again, with a shocking momentum, as if they had turned into a torrential flood, pouring in continuously and trying to completely submerge Lu Qingshan.

Naturally, Demon Commander Xuandu cannot completely stand by and watch.

He frowned, took out a black flag, and called on all the magic cultivators around him to mobilize it with all their strength.

Black flames immediately erupted from the flags, turning into black firebirds, hundreds of them, all flying towards Lu Qingshan.

The flames were scorching hot, and a cold aura flashed out.

Obviously, this is another powerful magic weapon brought out by the demon clan.

This was originally a weapon used to kill the monks in Beiheguan after the Beiheguan Formation was destroyed, but now it was used to deal with Lu Qingshan.

Although the magic of this banner cannot be compared with the group gain of the Black Demon Flower, it is already very extraordinary.

The Beiheguan monks who rushed out of the light curtain were filled with fighting spirit and rage when they saw this situation.

"Protect the young sect, help the young sect!" Wu Yan roared, resolutely leading a group of "old, weak, sick and disabled" under his command, and launched a charge towards the demon camp, which had strong soldiers and horses, and was far more powerful than its own.

All the Beiheguan monks behaved extremely crazy and fearless of death.

No one needs to encourage anything.

Actions are always more impressive than words.

What Lu Qingshan did had already caused the blood in their hearts to completely burn.

They seemed like a sword that wanted to drink blood, stabbing the demons fiercely.

"It's just a desperate struggle at the end of a strong crossbow." Demon Commander Xuandu was quite dismissive of the attack launched by the Beiheguan monks, which could not be compared with the seriousness he showed towards Lu Qingshan.

They worked so hard to break the formation just so they could fight head-on with the Beiheguan monks.

Now, in order to support Lu Qingshan, the Beiheguan monks took the initiative to abandon their formation and fight, which was exactly what he wanted.

Demon Commander Xuandu waved his hand, and nearly a thousand people in the demon cultivator camp near Beihe Pass immediately began to take action, intending to slaughter all these Beihe Pass monks.

When Lu Qingshan saw this scene, he took a deep breath and stepped forward in an instant.

"Today, we will fight to the end."

He could feel the firmness and determination of the monks at Beiheguan and their belief in death.

There was a huge disparity in strength between the two sides, and none of the Beiheguan monks felt that their side could win.

They were just preparing to fight to the death against the demons and chop off a few pieces of these demon cultivators before they died.

The Three Thousand Demonic Cultivators didn't think the human monks could win, and the Beiheguan monks also didn't think they could win, but he was the only one who didn't think so.

"Who says he can't win?" Lu Qingshan raised his head, his eyes shining brightly.

Currently, he and the Beiheguan monks were facing each other from afar across three thousand demonic cultivators.

If the comparison of strength is ignored, this situation is called a pincer attack.

Once you gain an advantage, you will kill the enemy until they are completely defeated, running around like headless flies.

But the problem is that the ones currently attacking from the front are Beiheguan "stragglers" who have been almost exhausted due to two days of fierce fighting.

There is only one person blocking the back of the demon clan, that is, Lu Qingshan himself, who is not enough to form an army.

"One person is enough." Lu Qingshan murmured.

One body can travel three thousand miles, and one sword can serve as a million warriors.

This is what you should do if you have mastered your sword practice to the extreme.

Lu Qingshan is far away from this realm now.

But although he currently cannot be a million-swordsman, it is not impossible to become a hundred masters with one sword.

Although his cultivation level is only at the sixth level, with the four-fold increase in combat power from Bing Zi Jue, his strength has even reached the level above the seventh level and not yet at the eighth level.

After killing nearly a hundred and seventh-level demon cultivators with his sword, Lu Qingshan swung his second sword at the demon cultivators who were charging at him again.

The second sword is more terrifying and powerful than Huang Quan's sword.

Secret Sword·Autumn Frost.

"what is that?"

The seventh-grade demons who rushed towards Lu Qingshan suddenly widened their eyes in horror.

A dazzling light was reflected in their pupils, and then there was a bang. When their bodies encountered something terrifying, they collapsed and annihilated, turning into a ball of blood mist and exploding in the air.

I saw sword shadows suddenly blooming from Lu Qingshan's sword, and dazzling sword light poured out from the sword's edge.

The sword light was brilliant, from one to two, to two to four, so superimposed, in the end, a full 108 sword lights were produced.

One hundred and eight sword lights are densely packed, hanging across the sky like a river. It is pleasing to the eye, thrillingly beautiful, but terrifying and terrifying.

The river of sword light fell, followed by waves of frightened shouts, and clouds of blood mist exploded.

Every sword light will take away the life of a seventh-grade demon cultivator.

One hundred and eight sword lights represent the death of one hundred and eight seventh-level demon cultivators.

Lu Qingshan's sword shocked the demon cultivators who were watching and the Xuandu Demon Commander who launched a remote attack on Lu Qingshan.

However, the situation on the field did not allow Demon Commander Xuandu to think too much.

Because in front of the demon camp, the Beiheguan monks, led by Wu Yan, had already penetrated into their demon camp like arrows with decisive force.

Behind them, after Lu Qingshan slashed out the terrifying second sword, he had already taken advantage of the Bing Zi Jue's duration before he flashed, and with invincible power, he faced the crowd confidently and domineeringly.

The demon cultivator camp, who was far superior to him, launched a strong attack.

If one person wants to challenge enemies from ten directions, he will not be afraid of group attacks.
Chapter completed!