When have monks ever considered such down-to-earth issues as killing too many enemies, staining the hilt of the sword with blood, and making it difficult to exert force?

So even though Lu Qingshan's swordsmanship is extraordinary, as a monk who has never experienced this, he is indeed confused.

Just as he was thinking this, Longque seemed to know his thoughts, and a gentle flame flashed from the hilt of the sword. It did not cause any harm to Lu Qingshan, but it vaporized the blood from the White Walkers.

Before he had time to marvel at the magic of the dragon and bird, at this moment, a white light with thick death energy fell towards him.

Lu Qingshan, who had no time to dodge, quickly turned over and dismounted.

White light falls on the horse's back.

The horse immediately let out a hysterical neigh of pain, and then was cut in half by the waist.

A burly White Walker who was taller than the other White Walkers appeared, staring coldly at Lu Qingshan, kicking his knees to the ground at a 90-degree angle, sprinting quickly, and struck Lu Qingshan's forehead with the ice crystal sword again.

Lu Qingshan raised the Dragon Bird Sword from bottom to top, and the two swords clashed, making a harsh sound.

laugh!

Lu Qingshan trapped his feet in the snow and slid backwards.

The power of the White Walkers in front of him far exceeds his!

Here, the strange ghost took half a step back, then stepped forward and slashed down again.

Lu Qingshan twisted his legs and stepped back again. Seeing this, a White Walker next to him felt malicious and took the opportunity to hold out his long sword, hoping to complete a cooperation with the burly White Walker and kill Lu Qingshan.

Lu Qingshan's eyes turned cold, and the Dragon Bird Sword took advantage of the situation to cling to the long sword of the White Walker, and then twisted it with force, and the long sword was thrown away.

Then the tip of the Dragon Bird sword swept upwards and touched the White Walker's throat lightly.

The White Walker clutched his throat and fell to his knees.

The burly white ghost's eyes were still cold, and he didn't even look at his fallen companion, and then rushed towards Lu Qingshan.

The battlefield is so chaotic that there is not much room to move.

Lu Qingshan had no choice but to retreat and he had no intention of retreating.

The ice sword in the hand of the White Walker struck again, and Lu Qingshan knocked the dragon bird.

clang!

Under the sudden exertion, the two fought evenly.

But Lu Qingshan could clearly feel the numbness in his wrist.

The power of the White Walkers in front of me is indeed terrifying, almost reaching the limit within the rules of the Principle Source Realm.

"Just reaching the limit is not enough," Lu Qingshan said softly.

The physical strength of the White Walker has not exceeded the limit, but his swordsmanship has surpassed the limit of the source world.

The next moment, Lu Qingshan let out a low shout, and the dragon bird that was in contact with the ice sword trembled. As dexterously as a python, it bit the burly White Walker between the brows cunningly.

The burly white ghost retreated continuously.

Lu Qingshan's sword kept up with him like Yama demanding his life.

The former roared angrily, and the ice sword came forward again.

The confrontation between the two was as dizzying as a violent storm.

A strange ghost who tried to get closer was stabbed in the throat by Lu Qingshan's dragon bird, and fell to the ground into a pool of liquid.

The burly White Walker was like a mad dog, and the ice sword in his hand was like a hammer, constantly hitting Lu Qingshan.

Lu Qingshan seemed to be struggling to cope.

But after dozens of breaths, the burly White Walker suddenly noticed a faint smile rising from the corner of Lu Qingshan's mouth.

Immediately, he seemed to hear the sound of glass breaking.

What was broken was his armor.

The armor made of ice crystals showed cracks like spider silk.

With a loud scraping sound, the ice crystal exploded like a blooming snow lotus.

At the same time as it exploded, ice crystal fragments also scratched the body of the burly White Walker.

At least a dozen blood arrows shot out from his body and sprinkled on the snow, as blue as lake water.

Then, the burly White Walker plopped and fell to the ground helplessly.

puff!

Lu Qingshan showed no mercy and chopped off the head of the burly White Walker with one sword.

"Finding last hits" is a good habit he has developed long ago.

Not to mention this kind of "elite monster" that is not simple at first glance. Who knows what other ways there are?

The fighting in the snowfield is in full swing.

The blue blood of the White Walkers and the scarlet blood of the humans bloomed into beautiful flowers on the white snow.

Looking down from the sky, it looks like two groups of flowers that were originally distinct are mingling and devouring each other.

Flags stirred, killing sounds boiled, blood and snowflakes splashed.

This chaos lasted for a whole day.

When it got dark, a trumpet sounded again.
Chapter completed!