Luo Qiantuo came with the power to kill.

Lu Qingshan twitched the corner of his mouth and silently muttered for the fourth time: "God's punishment!"

Thunder exploded.

When the columns are missing, the thunder shines.

Flowing beauty passed by.

In front of this indescribably brilliant lightning, Luo Qituo subconsciously narrowed his eyes just like an ordinary person looking directly at the sun.

When Liu Hua swept out, Luo Qiantuo's figure jumped up and was knocked away again.

The fourth heavenly punishment.

When entering the abyss, Lieqi had a total of thirteen Heavenly Punishments. After the huge seven-nine Heavenly Tribulation in the King's City of Buddha, it was directly filled up, and the number of Heavenly Punishments increased to twenty.

Twenty heavenly punishments are Lu Qingshan’s greatest and final confidence.

Each of the heavenly punishments represents a death situation faced by Lu Qingshan.

In other words, if there was no divine punishment, Lu Qingshan would have died four times now.

Luo Qiantuo, who was pushed back 20,000 feet for the fourth time, forcibly reversed the chaotic Qi movement. One of his four arms drooped, and shocking blood flowed from his nose.

Physical pain was not taken seriously by Luo Qiantuo.

He just stared at Lu Qingshan.

"I never thought that a cultivator in the Tribulation Realm could delay in my hands for such a long time. I still underestimated you."

Lu Qingshan said nothing.

If his various methods were not used to deal with King Shura, even an ordinary top demon lord would be able to kill Luo Qiantuo. However, it is far from enough to use secret methods and natural punishment to kill Luo Qiantuo.

Everything he has done in the past three days seems to be just a waste of time, and he will inevitably die in the end.

but.

Is it really just a waste of time?

The huge lake stretches as far as the eye can see for countless miles, like a sea.

A stream surged in the lake, and a giant shadow flew across the sky.

Fight, fight, fight again.

I don’t know how many battlefields have been changed.

The land in the northwest is countless miles deep. It is not only a wilderness, but also encompasses all kinds of terrain in the world.

More importantly, it is deserted, barren, and inaccessible, with almost no outsiders disturbing it.

There is no better battlefield than this.

With the help of Wangchuan's power to suppress the sea, Lu Qingshan, who had a rare advantage in walking on the bottom of the lake, could finally breathe a little easier.

Hiding at the bottom of the lake, Luo Qiantuo could no longer lock his position as easily as before.

He could only keep punching on the lake, hitting the lake with one punch. Even with the resistance of the water, the majestic fist could still hit the bottom of the lake, as if he wanted to beat a cow across the mountain and shake Lu Qingshan alive.

The posture of dying at the bottom of the lake.

Of course, Lu Qingshan didn't just take beatings. He was like an assassin hiding under the water. From time to time, he would seize Luo Qiantuo's opportunity to breathe and break out of the water to launch a surprise attack.

The two of them walked along the lake and headed deeper into the northwest.

This battle has dragged on until now, and Luo Qiantuo no longer expects to be able to determine life or death with one move.

Whether it's the endless swarms of swords or the natural punishment that will inevitably appear in death, this battle will inevitably lead to a tug-of-war.

After a full half month of chasing and fighting, the two sides traveled thousands of miles, and an extremely rare thunderstorm ushered in.

Heavy rain fell, dark clouds rolled in, and thunderstorms ebbed and flowed.

But this thunderstorm seemed extraordinarily different.

Not just spring thunder, but also sky thunder.

Lie Que's magical power of returning to disaster has been brewing for a long time. Whenever it is triggered, it will be a sea of ​​thunder and calamity.

Such as now.

The thunder from the sky rolled away like a huge boulder in the clouds that looked like black silk brocade.

Thunder roared, purple lightning intertwined, and countless immortals seemed to be angrily scolding above the nine heavens.

There was lightning and thunder, and it was like a hole had exploded in the sky.

Hundreds of purple thunder suddenly fell down and hit Luo Qituo.

Even though Luo Qiantuo was moving extremely fast, the thunder calamity was like a navigation system, turning around and shooting out.

Luo Qiantuo squatted slightly with his knees, then stepped out with one foot, raised his four arms, and drew a circle. He had the power to shake Kunlun with his hands. He used his own strength to lift the sea of ​​thunder and calamity.

His figure suddenly fell thousands of feet, but the purple thunder also exploded into pieces. It was like water flowing out after a water tank burst, swimming on Luo Qiantuo's body.

The violent sea of ​​thunder and calamity attacked his powerful god-demonic body countless times, but it was never able to leave any injuries on his body, only cutting off his hair.

Silver-white hair as thick as a python is spread behind his terrifying body as tall as a mountain. Coupled with the cold black armor and the ferocious green face, he looks like a demon god in a Buddhist scroll.

Luo Qiantuo slowly exhaled.

The tiny figure of Lu Qingshan in front was still so slippery, breaking apart at the first touch and running thousands of miles away again.

But his breath was obviously weakening.

Since the beginning of the war, Luo Qiantuo has been increasing his chances of winning.

The snowy field at dusk is like falling into an eternal night, with thick snow clouds covering the sky full of stars and moonlight.

The northwest is pitch dark.

The sword light that cut through the sky shone like a shooting star, as if it were passing through the human world.

The battlefield has changed from a wilderness at the beginning to an extremely cold place today.

The heavy snow is falling, which is more lonely than the fireworks.

The pursuit that lasted for twenty days was finally coming to an end on this rare polar night.

Twenty days.

Twenty times the power of mountains and seas.

Two hundred thousand swords.

Twenty heavenly punishments.

There are seven more ways to break the law.

Lu Qingshan spent all his money and reached the end of his rope in exchange for these precious twenty days.

Looking at Lu Qingshan, who could see that he was at the end of his battle, Luo Qiantuo didn't feel the slightest bit proud that victory was in sight. He only felt relieved that it was finally over.

After twenty days of high-intensity life-and-death pursuit, even he could not help but feel deeply exhausted.

Luo Qiantuo, dressed in cold black armor, remained motionless in the cold wind, swallowing up all the night.

"You, Lu Qingshan, can be said to have died gloriously." Luo Qiantuo said deeply.

For twenty days, Lu Qingshan, who had never given up and never wanted to see the King of Hell, seemed to have given up the struggle at this moment. He stopped running away and stopped.

The leg on his left hand has disappeared.

The purple-gold light of the sword domain has disappeared.

Lu Qingshan, whose mana was exhausted, could no longer support the Dao realm.

After twenty days of fierce fighting, Lu Qingshan's blood had already soaked into the skirt of his clothes, and then solidified, so that the clothes became heavy and stuck to his body, not being blown by the cold wind.

Only his hair was dancing in the snow.

Lu Qingshan's hair was disheveled, and a purple-gold lotus mark between his eyebrows was like a candle in the wind, shining with its last glimmer in the polar night.

He looked up at the night sky, which was obscured by snowy clouds and could not see any moonlight, and then his eyes dropped and landed on Dao Luo Qiantuo.

Lu Qingshan, who had been silent for twenty days, took the initiative to speak for the first time.

"How can it be without a sword?"

Clang!

Zhenmo seemed to understand what was going to happen next, and responded with a sonorous chant.

Its sound is like the flowing water in a mountain stream, its tinkling sound is pleasant to the ears, and it is also like the breeze blowing the moon, the clearer it is, the brighter it is.

Then, Lu Qingshan asked again.

"How can there be no moon?"

(End of chapter)


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