Chapter 96 Return Your 24 Swords

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When Lu Qingshan opened his eyes again, Wang Chuan had already pierced deeply between Yuan Cang's eyebrows.

Between the eyebrows is the sea of ​​consciousness, and in the sea of ​​consciousness is the soul of a monk.

Wang Chuan has already passed through Yuan Cang's Yuanshen.

He could make twenty-four mistakes, but Yuan Cang couldn't even make one mistake.

This time, Yuan Cang made a mistake.

Today, he exchanged six hundred years of life for the three swords that suppress the sky, and in exchange for the four realms against the six realms.

Lu Qingshan didn't draw his sword, but let go of his right hand that was gripping the hilt of Wang Chuan's sword.

Then, with a whoosh, Lu Qingshan held a green peach blossom in his hand.

Lu Qingshan, whose consciousness was already a little fuzzy, managed to control his trembling legs and stood up straight.

Pooh.

Yuan Cang, who was pierced by a long sword between his eyebrows, slowly lowered his head, only to see a green long sword piercing his chest, and then protruding from his back.

All the power of the human body has to be directed by the consciousness in order to use it.

Yuanshen was pierced by Wang Chuan's sword. As a powerful sword cultivator in the sixth realm, even though Yuan Cang still had a majestic Yuanli in his body, it was just a bamboo basket to fetch water and could not be mobilized at all.

Lu Qingshan's eyes were as cold as ice knives, and on his blood-stained face, he showed a calm smile at Yuan Cang, "I'll give it all back to you..."

He pulled out the peach blossom from Yuan Cang's body, changed its position, pierced it from Yuan Cang's heart, then pulled it out, and pierced it again.

Puchi, puchi, puchi......

The world was silent, only the sound of the long sword entering the body was left.

One sword, one sword, another sword, repeated repeatedly, the peach blossom pierced Yuan Cang's body again and again.

It wasn't until twenty-four terrifying blood holes appeared on Yuan Cang's body, and blood flowed out of them, that Lu Qingshan nodded in satisfaction.

Old man, if you cut me twenty-four swords, I will return you twenty-four swords.

Never short of catties.

Finally, Lu Qingshan put away the peach blossoms in his hands.

Pooh!

There was another sound of a long sword entering his body.

The corners of Yuan Cang's eyes twitched.

It can be seen that there is an inch of red sword tip protruding from his heart.

The dragon bird pierced from Yuan Cang's back was slowly pulled out again.

This sword was pierced by Qin Yitian who couldn't get angry.

Young master, it only took him 21 years to cultivate Yuanying, but he lost 600 years of life on this old man.

Qin Yitian weighed the relationship, his eyes were red.

"Young Master..." Qin Yitian, who put away the dragon sparrow, felt sorry for his impulsiveness.

Lu Qingshan grinned, comforted Qin Yitian and said: "That's fine, I never do business at a loss, so I just treat him as a sword."

"It still hurts a bit." After thinking for a while, Lu Qingshan murmured again: "Six hundred years...is enough for me to practice Mahayana."

Yuan Cang, who was close at hand, could hear Lu Qingshan's self-talk clearly, if he heard a Yuanying monk say such things in normal times, he would only laugh at his boastful words.

But now, he won't.

"Palace Master, you are wrong. Compared with the "Great Summer Classic", Lu Qingshan's life is much more valuable..." Yuan Cang suddenly thought of these words when he was about to die.

This is Jianxiu's judgment on Jianxiu.

In terms of cultivation, Lu Qingshan is not as good as him now, but in terms of sword cultivation, he is far inferior to Lu Qingshan.

Leaving aside previous sloppiness, even in the end, when Lu Qingshan broke out with his life, he still had a chance to kill Lu Qingshan.

As a six-level cultivator, how could he not have the means to change his life?

However, he didn't change it.

Because in that thought, he felt that he was still alive.

If the method of life-changing is used, it is tantamount to the chance of self-determination.

This life, he is not willing to change!

And Lu Qingshan, since he took out his sword, he gave up everything, only the sword moves in his hand remained.

At the juncture of life and death, as a sword cultivator, Lu Qingshan chose to go forward, but as a sword cultivator, he chose to stop.

So he fell flat.

 …

Although Lu Qingshan withdrew his sword, he hadn't finished confiscating his sword yet.

He slowly raised his hand, grasped Wang Chuan's hilt again, and slowly pulled out the Dao sword inch by inch.

As Wang Chuan left his body, Yuan Cang's sea of ​​consciousness began to tumbling.

When the long sword was completely withdrawn from his soul, his soul had completely disintegrated uncontrollably, and his energy was leaking everywhere.

This is like a sword entering the body. If you don't draw the sword, you can temporarily hang your life. Once you draw the sword, you will collapse.

His primordial spirit collapsed.

With a touch of Wangchuan, Lu Qingshan completely cut off Yuan Cang's head.

A faint invisible aura flew out of Yuan Cang's body and returned to Wang Chuan's sword.

"It really hurts." Lu Qingshan muttered, and a sword landed on him.

Wang Chuan: Bi Luo.

With a sound of exhaustion and even extreme overdraw, he finally let out his breath after the death of the enemy, and his weakness emerged. He sat powerlessly on the potholed ground and gasped for breath, not wanting to move a finger.

He took out the healing elixir from the storage ring and poured it into his mouth.

Qin Yitian took a few steps forward, and gently wiped away the blood that was as black as thick ink on Lu Qingshan's face.

The sticky feeling of blood clots sticking to the face is not pleasant.

 …

Outside Mihe Peak.

Nearly ten Jianzong Jianxiu led by Xixiang, formed a sword light and Changhong, passing across the sky.

When Xixiang saw the desolate scene of Mihe Peak from a distance, which seemed like the end of the world, he couldn't help but trembled in his heart, "Could it be too late?"

He didn't dare to think anymore, his speed reached the limit, and he went straight to the top of Mihe Peak.

Seventh Realm Sword Cultivator's speed is extremely fast.

The distance of tens of miles is counted.

In the past, the beautiful Mihe Peak was covered with gullies, spreading everywhere like spider webs, with countless potholes.

In the center, next to Yuan Cang's body with his body and head separated, Lu Qingshan sat on the ground to rest.

There was still blood stains on his face, and his whole body was soaked in blood.

Lu Qingshan just sat there, extremely weak, but exuded an indescribable and awe-inspiring aura.

"It's uncle." Lu Qingshan smiled as he looked at Xixiang who had rushed over.

In his dark eyes, there seemed to be a blazing and bright fire burning from it.

These old sword cultivators who are thousands of years old and have experienced countless winds and rains are also slightly dazed under the impact of this situation.

What did they see?

"This is... cultivator of Huashen?" Xi Xiang felt that his voice was interfering and asked, pointing to Yuan Cang's corpse.

In fact, there is no need to ask.

Just like the geese leaving traces, Yuan Cang's energy aura still remained on the battlefield at this moment, and it was clear at a glance.

This is also the reason why high-level monks in the underworld don't take action easily. As long as they do, there must be residues from the beginning and the end.

And the monks who use Yuanli are at least the monks who transform the gods.

But Xixiang still asked.

Because, he really couldn't believe that a cultivator who transformed himself into a god died under Lu Qingshan's sword.

Lu Qingshan wanted to stand up and answer, but his trembling legs couldn't support him to complete this action.

He tried for a while but gave up, and sighed to Xi Xiang with a wry smile: "The cultivator of Huashen is really amazing, this disciple has been tossed miserably this time."

As the sun set in the west, the dim afterglow sprinkled on Lu Qingshan's body, reflecting each other with the scarlet blood, blurred and magnificent.

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