The sword light transformed by Long Que went straight towards Yan Qing, who had the most distinguished status among all the demon cultivators present.

At the moment when the flying sword was about to approach, two small transparent swords with flashing light patterns jumped out suddenly, one step ahead of the dragon bird.

Heart Sword: Fetal Light.

Heart Sword: Shuangling.

It's in the center of the courtyard, and others haven't reacted yet.

The confusion and pain in Yan Qing's eyes flashed away, and she soon regained her clarity.

The Heart Sword Kills God. Lu Qingshan was able to recover so quickly from the Heart Sword attack under the stimulation of his soul in the middle stage of the Soul Realm. This shows that although this Yan Qing is arrogant and unruly, he does have some abilities of his own.

He was only in the seventh-level realm, but he was able to recover from Lu Qingshan's Heart Sword in an instant. This strength was far beyond the comparison of ordinary seventh-level demon cultivators, and he definitely had the combat power of a demon commander.

However, if he is really just an ordinary seventh-level demon cultivator, to Lu Qingshan it is just a matter of one sword, so why bother using the Heart Sword?

But even if Yan Qing regains Qingming, what's the use?

Although the confusion and pain in his eyes disappeared, the look of panic followed closely behind.

Because Feijian has arrived.

boom!

In a hurry, Yan Qing could only block with his hands.

His arm was cut off directly.

This was not enough. The moment Yan Qing's arm fell, the sword light continued forward, directly piercing Yan Qing's head.

With a bang, just like the Tianyu before, Yan Qing's whole head exploded, and his red and white brains spilled onto the ground.

This is a sword cultivator, an extremely powerful human sword cultivator.

This can be known from the fact that His Highness Yan Qing was accurately shot in the head without even being able to resist a single move.

Seeing the blazing red sword light swaying like a spiritual snake in the other courtyard, all the demon cultivators present felt an inexplicable chill in their hearts.

Lu Qingshan had a cold expression on his face. Behind him was a collapsed high wall, and the smoke and dust had not completely dissipated.

In the ruins, he slowly moved forward, just like those "real men" in the movies of his previous life who never looked back to see the explosion.

Then, he took one step at a time with his sword.

Each sword blow will explode the head of a demon cultivator in another courtyard.

Every sword light brought by Longque is like a blazing red life-killing bullet.

The clumps of plasma and brain matter bloomed like bloody fireworks, bloody and gorgeous.

Lu Qingshan let go and killed.

The strongest person in the other courtyard is only Yan Qing, who has the combat power of a junior demon commander. With the combined use of his heart sword and flying sword, he can easily kill him in the head. The remaining demon nobles are even more vulnerable to a blow.

By the time Lu Qingshan walked to Yan Qing's body, all the demon cultivators in the other courtyard were gone.

The thick smell of blood filled the city lord's palace.

There were dozens of corpses scattered on the ground.

It seems like a reenactment of the scene that happened when the demons occupied the city lord's mansion not long ago.

Lu Qingshan's eyes swept over Yan Qing's headless corpse, and finally settled on the mustard seeds on his fingers.

Since he can take out a section of Heart Lotus to reward his subordinates, Yan Qing should have at least ten sections of Heart Lotus in his hands.

This is not some intelligent speculation, but an understanding of the human nature of these demons.

Lu Qingshan pointed casually, and sword energy burst out from his fingertips, cutting off Yan Qing's fingers, and then he took his hand, and the mustard seeds fell into his palm.

He poked his consciousness into the mustard seeds, and the next moment, he showed a satisfied smile.

There are many treasures in Yanqing's mustard seeds.

The point is, just as he expected, the twelve so-called heart lotuses were lying quietly in it.

With so many heart lotuses, Yan Qing just took out a section of them to reward his subordinates, as if he had made a great sacrifice, and his subordinates should repay the kindness and dedicate his life, which reminded Lu Qingshan inexplicably.

Some unscrupulous capitalists from previous lives.

Shaking his head to dispel these unnecessary associations, Lu Qingshan started walking in the courtyard, or in other words, collecting the loot.

Although the demon cultivators present are not particularly powerful, they are considered high-ranking among the demon clan, and the collection in Mustard Seed is far better than that of ordinary demon cultivators.

Lu Qingshan accepted everyone who came, whether he knew it or not, whether it was useful to him or not, he picked up all the things in the magic cultivator's mustard seeds and incorporated them into his own mustard seeds.

After cleaning up the mess in the other courtyard, Lu Qingshan started wandering around the city lord's mansion again.

In just a moment, he had bloodbathed the entire city lord's mansion.

Under the cover of his powerful consciousness, no one can escape from his hands.

After dealing with all this, Lu Qingshan stood up in the air and looked around.

At this time, figures were rising from the buildings in various areas of the city and rushing towards the city lord's palace.

Lu Qingshan's flying sword has already exceeded a thousand times the speed of sound, and the sound of the sonic boom when the sword is drawn is like thunder. It is completely impossible not to attract anyone's attention.

Therefore, the demon masters in Shanwei City noticed the abnormal sounds coming from the city lord's mansion and prepared to rush to check the situation.

Lu Qingshan was floating in the sky above the city lord's mansion like a night owl.

In the night wind, his black robes rustled, his long black hair flew in the wind, and his black eyes were extremely cold and full of evil energy.

Facing the numerous demonic cultivators who were gathering around the city lord's mansion where he was, there was no trace of fear on his face, and he didn't even move at all.

This is the time he has been waiting for.

In the cold night wind, Lu Qingshan fluttered his sleeves slightly.

Three rays of sword light cut through the dark night sky, like three rays of lightning, trailing long tail lights, like a giant dragon, with a terrifying momentum and a deafening sound of sonic boom, revealing its ferocious fangs, approaching the sky

ejaculate.

The fastest demon cultivators flying at the front didn't even realize what was going on. Their bodies were shattered into pieces and turned into blood-colored fireworks that bloomed in the night sky.

Blood rained down.

"Enemy attack!"

"Enemy attack!"

"There is an enemy attack!"

The next moment, a series of frightened voices sounded, and the demon cultivators who had just been preparing to come to the City Lord's Mansion to check the situation stopped their movements and shouted one after another.

While they were drinking, they still felt a bit unbelievable in their hearts.

Enemy attack, where did the enemy come from?

If we really want to count, their enemies are also the human race.

But their mountain acropolis is located in the hinterland of the Demonic Zone, how could they be attacked by human monks?

Before the demon cultivators could figure out the situation, Lu Qingshan had already controlled the flying sword to chase the demon cultivators who had stopped moving.

The chaos in Shanwei City officially kicked off tonight.

Lu Qingshan's three natal swords were like three shooting stars, criss-crossing in the sky above Shanwei City.

The night was broken, and the brilliant sword light illuminated the entire black void.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The huge roar shook the whole city slightly.

One after another, the demon cultivators in the city finally realized what had happened. After a moment of silence, under the orders of high-quality demon cultivators, they quickly gathered and rushed towards Lu Qingshan's location.

Even though many of them were only fifth-level demon cultivators, they did not dare to hesitate at all.

Because their commander had given an order, even if they were told to die, they could only do it.

........

Outside Shanwei City.

When Lu Qingshan's three sword lights cut through the night, Mo Yan's expression changed slightly, "Has it started yet?"

After waiting quietly for a while, until continuous roars came from the city, Mo Yan finally confirmed that the massacre had begun.

The next moment, Mo Yan stretched out his hands.

In the palms of his left and right hands, two groups of flames of different colors emerged.

Even though this was not the first time he had performed this kind of operation, Mo Yan's expression was still extremely solemn.

Facing a strange fire comparable to a "nuclear bomb", no one can relax.

Mo Yan slowly brought his hands closer. As the distance got closer, there was a faint resistance coming out of the two balls of strange fire in his hands.

The two strange fires have recognized their masters and have merged many times. They are already familiar with each other, but there is still some resistance between them instinctively.

...........
To be continued...