Chapter 28: Awakening the Bright Moon, Shining on Me Full of Ice and Snow (Part 1)

To the west of the northwest, there is a mountain range that spans three thousand miles. It is indescribably dangerous and is a thousand feet high. The vegetation is not strong, and the wild animals are even rarer.

The sudden roar of thunder broke the silence of this mountain range.

The few wild beasts in the mountains raised their heads out of awe of the thunder.

But before the thunderclouds in the sky could be seen clearly, a more violent roar sounded, the sound was so loud that it almost shattered them alive.

The entire mountain range, the airtight mountain range, was cut into a huge crack by a rainbow light, forming a canyon that could be called a line of sky.

It was like a divine sword descending from heaven, cutting one of them into two.

The beasts who were originally in the same mountain range, but now separated by a line of sky canyon, looked at each other in confusion and fear, and then at the same time saw clearly the "guy" who cut open the mountain range.

An unusually thin guy.

Holding two swords, the electric snake swam in his left hand, and the demonic energy billowed in his right arm, which was strange and powerful.

Another unusually burly figure followed, slamming into the man holding the sword with unparalleled strength.

The man holding the sword smiled slightly.

There is a sword across the chest, and there is a sword flying in the wind.

Swinging came invisibly.

After the continuous battle, Luo Qiantuo, who was already familiar with Lu Qingshan's methods, was not surprised. With a just-in-time roll of blood whip, he knocked down Fuyao who was coming towards him. At the same time, the heavy hammer fell, preventing Fuyao from rising again. At the same time, the Shura knife cut through the sky.

Lu Qingshan's expression did not change. At this moment, thunder and lightning leaped and whirled on the body of Lieque Sword, causing thunder to spread across a small area.

Lie Que came closer, and the Shura Sword fell from the sky.

All are sharp-edged.

The sword blade and blade made a continuous loud sound, and the energy splashed out, shattering the boulders on the cliff, and falling like a blade.

Luo Qiantuo narrowed his eyes, and one of the four arms turned into weapons was turned into a heart-breaking diamond.

Broken Heart Diamond, Broken Heart!

Luo Qiantuo had one hand free, and so did Lu Qingshan.

The right hand suppresses the demon, and the demonic energy rolls up layers of sword energy, like a tornado.

Another head-to-head confrontation, Lu Qingshan was like a kite with its string cut off.

From the beginning to the end, King Shura had the advantage of overpowering others in the situation of lion fighting rabbit.

When Lu Qingshan's figure flew out again, Luo Qiantuo, who was filled with murderous intent, had no intention of playing around. The four arms that had turned into strange weapons returned to iron fists, splitting the world and punching Lu Qingshan's chest.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Sword lights appeared one after another, and the famous swords of the Sword Washing Pool appeared. Their spirituality blossomed and stood in front of Lu Qingshan. They formed a sky net that was not leaking, surrounding King Shura tightly and greatly restricting his power. Punch.

King Shura, who was jealous of the killing, then wore the strength of his black armor and the strength of his divine and demonic body, and continued to swing his fists forward, blasting the handles of those famous swords into pieces.

Just seeing Lu Qingshan's unchanging expression, Luo Qiantuo knew that this guy must have another agenda.

It doesn't matter!

Luo Qiantuo, who firmly believed in defeating ten societies with one force, did not believe that Lu Qingshan, who was at an absolute disadvantage and had more defense than attack, could use such a deadly trick.

The sword network formed by thousands of swords seems to be shaky and unable to bear the heavy load, but in fact it contains hidden dangers.

Just when Luo Qiantuo smashed a sword wall again and was only a hundred feet away from Lu Qingshan, an unparalleled brilliant stream flew above his head.

The famous sword of Xijiangchi, Xijiang Moon!

Qi circulates in the world.

Luo Qiantuo, who had no time to dodge, tilted his head, and the flying sword Xi Jiangyue drew a blood mark on his face.

Threatened by Xijiang Yue, Luo Qiantuo's figure finally stagnated, but in that moment, he also changed his palm into a grasp, clamped the blade of Xijiang Yue's sword in the tiger's mouth, his blood vessels bulged, and the sound of the heavenly dragon stirred, pulling Xijiang Yue away. Choke him alive.

Seizing King Shura's rare pause, Lu Qingshan stood firm, exhaled the old energy and replaced it with the inner energy, and the magic power in his body began to flow again.

Luo Qiantuo wiped away the blood on his face nonchalantly, looked at the young man who had regained his breath again, and looked at this young man whose various methods seemed to have no end, and said coldly: "Continue."

From the beginning to the end, Luo Qiantuo carefully counted the number of flying swords and determined that Lu Qingshan should have produced nearly 30,000 swords one after another, and seven famous swords that were worthy enough to pose a threat to him.

The unsheathing of each of these seven famous swords can buy him a moment of stagnation, but the price is the damage of the famous sword.

It just seemed like this kind of loss was nothing more than a drop in the bucket to Lu Qingshan.

Is this the method of Jian Zong? Luo Qiantuo clicked his tongue and asked, "Have you emptied your Jianzong family's fortune?"

In his opinion, these endless famous swords must undoubtedly belong to the Sword Sect's family, and are now being squandered unscrupulously by Lu Qingshan, the prodigal sect leader.

Lu Qingshan shook his head sincerely, stopped looking, and then stood up straight. The famous sword poppy in the sword-washing pool had been freshly baked, and it pierced Luo Qiantuo's eyebrows.

Even if he is as cold-hearted as Luo Qiantuo, veins are sprouting on his forehead at this moment.

He formed a hook with five fingers, raised his head to the sky and roared, stretched out his four arms, grabbed the poppy with his bare hands, and used force together to break it into four pieces. The price he paid was not enough for the four bloody marks on his palm.

The beauty bends her waist.

But when Luo Qiantuo finished all this, Lu Qingshan had already risen with his sword and turned to fight again.

Luo Qiantuo looked expressionlessly in the direction in which Lu Qingshan was going. A powerful aura was released from his body, and dust and gravel danced wildly, forming a tornado in the restless world.

Then the void where Luo Qiantuo's feet were standing suddenly sank, forming two huge tangible collapses. Then the power of heaven and earth quickly surged in to repair, causing the space that Luo Qiantuo stepped out with great force to collapse and heal.

With the terrifying backlash brought by space healing, Luo Qiantuo's body ejected and disappeared into the world, leaving only a few lingering sounds and falling gravel.

Luo Qiantuo left this world and started "running" in the direction Lu Qingshan left.

His feet stepped heavily on the sky, and each foot would cause a few inconspicuous cracks to appear in the space that should be stable. Although it would heal instantly under the power of the heaven and earth itself, the heaven and earth still became vibrating and made a dull sound. And a weird thumping sound.

It's like there are invisible giants beating war drums in the heaven and earth.

Heaven and earth are drums, and Luo Qiantuo's feet are drumsticks.

He didn't hit the war drum very often, but every blow was so powerful.

The king of the Asura tribe possesses the power of three heavenly dragons and is unparalleled in the world.

When he converts this extreme power into speed, it's hard to describe in words.

Even if he has a lead of twenty thousand feet, even if he is the fastest swordsman in escape skills, even if he has the Fuyao bonus, it is still useless in the face of this speed.

Luo Qiantuo pursued in tandem, gradually closing the distance. However, whenever the distance was less than 3,000 swords and within sight, a cluster of thousands of swords would shoot from the front.

Among the swords, sometimes there are real famous swords that can pose a threat to Luo Qiantuo, and sometimes there are not.

But Luo Qiantuo didn't dare to try his luck, so he had to choose to resist every time.

The sky is filled with wind and sand, and there is not a trace of green in sight.

A figure swept low in the desert, as small as a mustard seed.

Lu Qingshan, enveloped by the sword domain, suddenly stopped, took a deep breath, and hesitated for a moment.

After encountering Luo Qiantuo the day before yesterday, after three days of fighting and retreating, the two of them had traveled countless thousands of miles. At the beginning, they could occasionally see some small tribes, but now they are completely deserted.

And another day passed, and Lu Qingshan's power of mountains and seas returned to usable state for the third time.

Looking up, a black spot is rapidly expanding.

Lu Qingshan knew that it was Luo Qiantuo.

No longer hesitating, the next moment, golden light shone in Lu Qingshan's palm, and then the golden light turned into lines, swimming around dragons and snakes, and instantly outlined a pattern.

The Dao patterns are then intertwined with each other to form a Dao seal.

The power of mountains and seas.

Suddenly, the violent sand rolled up and became larger and larger.

A desert made of quicksand will not crack like the earth, but it will be rolled up.

Lu Qingshan created a massive sandstorm using Shanhaidao.

The sandstorm completely submerged his figure.

Even in the barren desert, there is still a strong power of mountains and seas, which is not weaker than other regions.

The power of mountains and seas flows through the desert veins, and merges into Lu Qingshan's body like hundreds of rivers returning to the sea.

It was like a stream of clear water, filling his slightly dry meridians with strength and beginning to surge back to life.

The yellow sand rolled wildly, and it was so yellow that it was impossible to see anything outside.

Above the center of the sandstorm, there was a sudden fluctuation, and the atmosphere of the world was suddenly chaotic.

As if a thunder exploded, the violent gravel fled in all directions.

Luo Qiantuo fell from a high altitude and hit the ground heavily, hitting Lu Qingshan in the center of the sandstorm.

Because of the continuous fighting, Luo Qiantuo's fighting spirit had reached its peak, and there seemed to be fire burning in his eyes.

Taking advantage of less than a breath of time before Lu Qingshan performed the Shanhai Dao Technique, King Shura launched his killer move - from the initial joking to the current compulsion, Luo Qiantuo used his actions to show how much pressure he was under, and how much pressure he was under. The reason why this battle lasted so long was not because of his arrogance, but because Lu Qingshan was really difficult to kill.

Like a mountain falling, like a collapse of the sky.

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.

Liuhua swayed by.

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

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

The fourth heavenly punishment.

When entering the abyss, Lieque had a total of thirteen heavenly punishments. After the huge seven-nine heavenly tribulation in the King's City of Buddha, it was directly full, and the number of heavenly punishments increased to twenty.

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

Every act of heavenly punishment represented a fatal 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 noisy 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 practitioner in the Tribulation Realm could be delayed 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 him. However, it is far from enough to kill Luo Qituo with secret methods and natural punishment.

Everything he had done in the past three days seemed to be just a waste of time, and he could not escape his final death after all.

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

What's more, it is deserted, barren, and sparsely populated, 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 death at the bottom of the lake.

Of course, Lu Qingshan didn't just take beatings. He was like an assassin lurking under the water. From time to time, he would seize Luo Qiantuo's chance 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 ushered in an extremely rare thunderstorm.

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, but whenever it is triggered, it will be the sea of ​​thunder and calamity.

Such as now.

The sky thunder 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.

Lightning and thunder roared, and a hole seemed to have exploded in the sky.

Hundreds of purple thunder crashed down, falling straight towards Luo Qiantuo.

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 on his knees, then stepped out with one foot, raised his arms, and drew a circle. He had the power to shake Kunlun with his hands. With his own strength, he forcibly lifted 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 Qituo'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 breathed out slowly.

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 aura 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 lonelier 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 point of depletion 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 lie que 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 his clothes and solidified, so that his clothes became heavy and stuck to his body, not being moved by the cold wind.

Only his hair was dancing in the snow.

Lu Qingshan's hair was disheveled, and a purple 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 snow clouds and could not see any moonlight, and then his eyes dropped and landed on 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 groan.

Its sound is like the sound of running water in a mountain stream, its tinkling sound is pleasant to the ear, 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?"