Chapter 54 Winter Snow Greets

Chapter 698 Winter Snow Welcomes

Above Qingfeng.

Jianming hissed.

The flying sword became sharper and its sword intent became more majestic. Its trajectory was as if hundreds of meteor rays were flying, beautiful and magnificent.

It's just that the powerful power revealed in it is enough to shock everyone.

Lin Chuyi and Lin Shiwu looked up at this scene.

They are still young and don't know much, so they don't know the meaning behind Jianzong's move.

But their hearts surged uncontrollably.

There are some indescribable but extremely important things that quietly take root and sprout deep in their hearts.

That is the belief that only sword repairers have.

This is the biggest benefit of joining a large group.

Maybe some people will choose to join an ordinary small sect and rise from the humble beginnings, which is not a road.

But joining a great sect, standing on the shoulders of giants, often sees further.

Lu Qingshan's figure was suspended in the air, his body was exposed to the harsh winter wind, but his heart was full of fire.

All this in front of him made him deeply understand the spirit of Jianzong.

At the same time, he also understood the meaning of the meaningful and inexplicable smile when the old suzerain Xie Qingyun handed over this matter to him.

Xie Qingyun had already made a decision in his heart.

A swordsman cultivates both the sword in his hand and the sword in his heart.

Lu Qingshan, as the son of Xie Qingyun, fell to Tianyuan, the future and hope of the true sword sect in his eyes, when Lu Qingshan wanted to follow the sect to go west, Xie Qingyun did not stop him.

Because this is what Lu Qingshan's heart sword is pointing at.

It is better to seek in the straight than in the melody.

The sword in the hand and the sword in the heart of a swordsman must be smooth in order to forge ahead

Then how could Xie Qingyun not let these old sword cultivators, who were also full of fighting spirit, go with the young disciples?

The reason why he let Lu Qingshan take this trip, more importantly, let Lu Qingshan personally feel the will of Jianzong.

This is a sect where all disciples have a sense of belonging, a place with a glorious inheritance.

For thousands of years, from time to time, there have been monks from other sects who wanted to steal the skills and sword skills of Jianzong.

Of course, they all failed in the end.

But they don't understand,

Even if they succeed, they will never be as strong as Jianzong Jianxiu.

What is truly powerful about Jianzong cannot be learned by stealing.

Without the inheritance and influence of thousands of years, it would be difficult to scratch the surface!

After a while, the flying sword that released the tyrannical aura finally stopped, turned into a streamer and was taken back into the dantian by the sword cultivators.

Lu Qingshan also took back his dragon bird.

But that sharp sword intent could not dissipate in a short while.

The spirit born in his chest also lingered for a long time.

At this time.

Above the white sky, white clouds suddenly rolled without warning, and after a gust of unbearable cold wind blew by, white ice crystals like fluff fell down one after another.

winter snow.

The snow is very dense and small, without that kind of overwhelming madness that sweeps everything, it just falls slowly, and it seems a bit reserved.

Snowing.

The winter snow came very late this year.

The winter snow that came late.

Lu Qingshan stretched out his hand.

A crystal snowflake twirled and slowly landed in his palm.

"It's snowing in the sky tonight" Lu Qingshan gently shook off the snowflakes that had just fallen in his hand, squinted his eyes and looked to the west, and said with emotion: "Can I have a drink?"

The snowflake left his palm and then fell down.

The radiant rising sun just happened to shine on this small snowflake, but it was reflected and emitted colorful mist, which spread out in all directions.

It is also in an instant.

The spirit in Lu Qingshan's chest suddenly reverberated.

Suddenly, a little enlightenment rose in his heart.

"Winter Snow?"

"guard?"

"Four or two pull a thousand catties"

The next moment, in his sea of ​​consciousness, on a gorgeous but incomplete original divine script, a mysterious symbol representing the word "welcome" shone with golden light.

The lines are painted with silver hooks painted on iron, spreading out like grass snakes and gray lines, shining with divine light, and gradually taking shape.

Immediately afterwards, this mysterious symbol broke free from the original divine script and floated up, shining like jade.

All sorts of chance and coincidence factors finally allowed Lu Qingshan to step over the threshold of the fourth chapter of Manghuang and enter the room.

Whoosh!

Lu Qingshan involuntarily flew high through the air, flew up thousands of feet in one breath, and then stopped.

Here, the cold is even worse, and the winter snow is more dense.

It's just that there is an invisible air current reverberating around him at this moment, so all the winter snow can't get close to him.

Lu Qingshan overlooked the magnificent Jianzong below, the vast upside-down mountains.

The overhanging mountains are a group of snowy peaks.

There are countless peaks, each of which has its own unique number, some majestic, some spiritual, some majestic, some weird, some steep and dangerous, all of which form a very vivid picture.

These strange peaks go straight into the clouds.

It was snowing all over the sky.

Vibrant.

Dense everywhere.

Lu Qingshan looked at the boundless mountains, and then slowly closed his eyes.

The scene he had just experienced floated in his mind.

He was feeling the mottled sword intent still reverberating in the air.

His mind has already entered a strange state.

The spirit lingering in his chest continued to grow, and it went straight to the sky.

In the end, Lu Qingshan's mind was only left with the crystal snowflake that reflected the light.

The mysterious symbols in his sea of ​​consciousness began to emit a little bit of starlight, like a dream, like bubbles.

for a moment.

Lu Qingshan suddenly opened his eyes.

In the dark eyes, there is a strange light flowing.

A red light flashed in his hand.

Dragonfinch in hand.

Looking at the snowflakes falling all around, Lu Qingshan moved with his sword.

Wow~

Suddenly, an ethereal trajectory appeared in midair.

That is the trajectory left by the sword edge in the void when the long sword is cut down. It is like a dream and an illusion, which is already the essence of the sword style.

Immediately after the silk thread, continuous sword energy spread out.

All the snowflakes moving with the wind in the surroundings were surprisingly still at this moment, as if time had frozen, only the majestic sword energy was wantonly criss-crossing on the blade.

The winter snow is falling again.

But it didn't fall from the sky, but condensed out of the Dragon Sparrow's sword, cluster after cluster, constantly circling.

Clusters of "snowflakes" became brighter and brighter, and their power became more terrifying.

"Back!" At a certain moment, Lu Qingshan said in a deep voice.

boom!

There are blossoming snowflakes on the blade, and they are angry with the bullfighting.

Sword glows like plum blossoms and snowflakes swept across the void, rolling up thousands of piles of snow.

Whoosh whoosh!

The real snowflakes bounced off the fake snowflakes.

The crystal clear hexagonal snowflakes opened horizontally and rotated continuously.

Wow!

Misty silk threads appeared in midair.

That is the light and shadow left by the rapid rotation of snowflakes in the air.

In an instant, dreamy silk threads appeared in the sky, one after another like fog, the silk threads were endless, and they had the power to make people tremble.

boom!

In the sky, countless sword qi emerged one after another, like a fish like a dragon, and finally formed a looming huge sword lotus before slowly disappearing.

Down below, all the Jianzong Jianxiu who witnessed this sword with their own eyes felt their throats dry up unconsciously. They opened their mouths, hesitated to speak, and their hearts were extremely shocked.

It can be seen that after this sword strike, the snowflakes all over the sky disappeared suddenly as if they had been wiped with a rag.

The void becomes clean.

Disappeared together with the snowflakes all over the sky, and the mysterious symbol representing the word "Welcome" in his sea of ​​consciousness, like a ball of fireworks, it turned into a sky full of stars and scattered, annihilated, and disappeared.

So far, Lu Qingshan has completely mastered the word "welcome".

"This sword," Lu Qingshan muttered softly, "let's call it Dong Xueying."

Combining the inheritance of Mang Huang's six words, combined with his unparalleled understanding of sword skills, and the finishing touch, before the Western Expedition, Lu Qingshan finally comprehended his fourth secret sword.

After a lapse of three months, several lines of luminous characters flickered on the panel again.

"You comprehend the secret sword art of creation: Dong Xueying."

[Secret Sword Winter Snow Greeting] lv1: The ground is white, the wind is cold, and the snowflakes are as big as hands. Defensive counterattack swordsmanship.

The effect of the secret sword: kill thousands of enemies with a smile, and eat the long sword.

Explanation: Slashing out with a sword, the void attracts hundreds of millions of sword energy, condensed into clusters of winter snow hovering around the long sword, appearing to meet thousands of attacks from the enemy, and return them all.

Additional explanation: The more attacks this sword receives, the more powerful it will be, and the more mana it will consume.

Additional explanation: This secret sword can only parry spells with trajectory.

Supplementary explanation: The sword master can carry the corresponding sword energy attack in the returned attack.

Current mana savings: 20%.

Remarks: Defense? Attack is the best defense!

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The dragon finch returns to its sheath.

Lu Qingshan's figure slowly descended.

Lin Chuyi and Lin Shiwu's eyes widened, only to see the master's clothes fluttering, like a banished fairy falling from the sky.

The snowflakes in the sky above Qingfeng melted away in an instant.

There are many swords that are rarer than Lu Qingshan in this world.

But they are so small, how many swords can they see? Where have you seen such a scene in your life?

The two young apprentices froze on the spot, their minds buzzing.

Their master is really very strong.

On the hilltop of Qingfeng, there was unprecedented excitement, densely packed with hundreds of Jianzong Jianxiu.

Among the sword sects, everything may be lacking, that is, there is no shortage of experts in the use of swords. If you just take one out, it will make the outside world tremble.

But even in such a place, everyone is still moved by Lu Qingshan's sword, the gold content of this sword is self-evident.

In just one day, the demon army of Wujianyu burned the flames of war all over the vast and boundless western border of Zhonglingyu.

Under the leadership of Demon Lord Dongqi, the demon clan broke through Xiantian Ridge and drove straight in without any strong resistance at the beginning.

Longchengguan was destroyed, and the most powerful group of monks in the Central Spiritual Realm returned with some demons. Although the losses of the demons were heavy, their combat power was still strong.

As for the human race in Zhonglingyu, they never expected that the demon army would break through the Wannianxiong Pass so unexpectedly and enter the country. Even if the response was very timely, it still seemed a little slow.

These demon cultivators who invaded the western part of the Central Spiritual Domain act recklessly on the territory of the human race and do all kinds of evil.

The scenery of the human domain is very beautiful, unlike the abyss, which is shrouded in a blood moon all day long, gloomy and depressing.

But the more beautiful the scenery, the more it can arouse the tyranny deep in the hearts of the demons.

Therefore, every city was ignited by fire, and black smoke gradually rose, floating in the sky, darker than dark clouds.

There will be no more living people in the demon-occupied area.

Because in the first battle, the demons didn't have much thought and energy to spend on managing those human races that may cause chaos at any time.

Since this is the case, it is better to simply kill him, so as not to cause trouble for himself with long nights and dreams.

This is the most terrifying aspect of the battle between dao and demons.

Mangzhou, which is closest to Xiantian Mountain in the west, was the first to bear the ravages of the demon army.

The Fengsui Mansion on the farthest edge of Mangzhou is connected to the Fusui City and more than 100 other small cities. A total of more than 50,000 monks and more than 7 million mortals died under the demon's butcher knife.

Afterwards, Changqi Mansion, more than 200 cities, and more than 40,000 monks, all sacrificed without blood splashing in the sky and without gunpowder smoke.

In Chuanlian Mansion, dead bodies were strewn all over the place.

But except for a very small group of monks, most of the human monks died before mortals.

In the eyes of the demons, this is just a matter of a moment sooner or later, there is no big difference and significance, and it is completely impossible to understand the fearlessness of human monks.

They didn't understand that without this quarter of an hour, anyone who saw such a disparity in strength between Daomo would shake his head, thinking that there was no hope for Zhonglingyu.

But precisely because of this quarter of an hour of sacrifice, the human race still has hope.

This quarter of an hour is like bloody roses blooming from the ruins.

Vibrant.

The thirteen mansions in the west of Mangzhou, except Tiangou Mansion in the outermost area, were all broken by the demon army.

Tiangou Mansion was temporarily saved from destruction.

It's not that there is any special place in this mansion that makes the demons dare not cross the threshold.

It's just that the current strategy of the demons is to cut out a battle line from the westernmost position of the Central Spiritual Realm in the shortest possible time, which runs through the east and west of the Central Spiritual Realm, and then radiate all around along this front from point to area.

The edge of Tiangou Mansion was designated by the demons as an area for radiation in the future, so it was temporarily abandoned.

This is an extremely bold and arrogant strategy.

Because if it is not fully advanced, it will be unexpected that the demon army is fighting in the front, but the rear may face surprise attacks by human monks in the cities at both ends of the front at any time.

But the demons still did it.

without it.

confidence.

They didn't believe that before such a disparity in strength, the human monks in those small towns were not frightened by the news and ran away as soon as possible, but dared to come to die on their own initiative.

Summer insects are beyond words.

When did the demons understand the human race?

The greatest weapon of the human race is the determination to go all out.

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Tiangoufu Fucheng.

The demon army roared past them "beside".

The lord of Tiangou City summoned all the Daxia monks in the city, as well as the monks from the major sects and family forces.

There are more than 8,000 people.

Everyone could see the demonic energy filling the sky and the black smoke rising from the city's burning, and they felt angry and flustered.

The Tiangou City Lord is a sixth-level monk, already very old, and has lost his temper for a long time. He just muddled along for many years as a mediocre and infallible City Lord.

The Tiangou City Lord, who had already given birth to twilight, became serious for the first time, exuding the only vigor and vigor that he had had for a long time.

Standing on the city wall, he looked around at the summoned monks, and said in a majestic and cold tone: "The monks of the four realms and above come out."

Among the more than 8,000 monks, only less than 200 monks took a step forward.

In other words, out of more than 8,000 monks, there were only 200 Nascent Soul monks.

This is still in Fucheng, which is rich in resources.

The Tiangou City Lord raised his eyes and suddenly his face turned red due to excitement. He pointed at a young monk and shouted angrily: "Little bastard, I am calling for monks above the four realms. Why are you a golden core monk joining in the fun!"

The young monk who was pointed at by him and scolded the little bastard also blushed, raised his neck stubbornly, and said loudly: "Father, I have already completed the golden core. In the last year's test, Mr. Lin in the early Yuanying period was It's a tie with me, and since that's the case, I don't have any problem counting as a Nascent Soul cultivator."

Yes, this young monk is the only son of the Tiangou City Lord.

"That's just Mr. Lin suppressing his own strength, and only using his golden core cultivation base to compete with you. Do you really think of yourself as a character?" Tiangou City Lord continued to curse.

The young monk was just like when he made a mistake when he was a child. Although he was beaten to the point of crying, he refused to admit his mistake, and continued: "You won't let me go now. When you leave, I will go by myself."

"You!" The Tiangou City Lord raised his hand, making a gesture to slap the young monk.

The young monk lowered his head and whispered, "Father, you are the Lord of Tiangou City. It is your responsibility to fight for the people."

"But I am your son, and I will fight with you. This is also my responsibility."

"You have to do your duty, and I have to do it too."

"You..." Tiangou City Lord paused with his hands raised in mid-air, his face constantly changing.

Finally, the hand dropped feebly.

After a moment of silence, Tiangou City Lord sighed deeply and said, "Then let's go together."

The young monk raised his head cautiously, and found that the eyes of the Tiangou City Lord were already red and bloodshot.

The Tiangou City Lord turned around, stopped looking at his son, and said in a deep voice to the monks all over the city: "The demons are powerful, and we are nothing but ants in front of them."

"But the demons are burning and slaughtering in the territory of my human race at the moment. If I sit idly by, I can't sleep or eat."

"This time I went out to kill demons in the city. I made my own decision. I have lived most of my life. I don't care about a cheap life. Most of you probably haven't lived enough, so you don't have to go. I won't blame you, after all, ants steal their lives .”

"I also tell you bluntly, once everyone leaves the city, this life will be confessed."

"Whoever is willing to leave the city, come with me, and whoever is unwilling, stay!" The Tiangou City Lord roared, and leaped away from the city wall.

His son, the young monk, followed closely behind.

Immediately afterwards, a total of one hundred and eighty-seven major repairs stood up, all of them left the city, and no one stayed behind.

On this day, two hundred monks in Tiangou City took the initiative to leave the city to seek death.

The young cultivator whose cultivation level was lower than the Golden Core was the first to die in battle, but he replaced a fourth-rank demon cultivator with his own life.

The Tiangou City Lord was finally killed in battle.

Before dying, he fought off two sixth-rank demons.

"I'm still old. If I was young, I could at least kill one more devil boy." This was the last thought of Tiangou City Lord before his death.