If even one sword is difficult to withstand, how can they discuss encirclent?
They wanted to escape, but their speed was far inferior to Lu Qingshan’s.
For a mont, they found themselves in a predicant where they could neither advance nor retreat.
"What should we do? What should we do?" The remaining Seventh Grade Demon Cultivators had long lost their initial ferocity and were flustered like headless flies.
"We can’t block his sword, this Sword Cultivator’s sword is terrifying!"
"But why does his sword manifest our race’s Demonic Qi? This is clearly a Demon Soldier?" So Demon Cultivators were confused, but in such a situation, they had no mind to dwell on it.
Facing death, they had no ti to think about such trivial things!
"Human Sword Cultivator, don’t go too far!" Yuan Lie saw the people he brought instantly reduced to half, once again nocked an arrow on his bowstring, his eyes wide with rage.
Whoosh!
He drew the bow and shot the arrow in one breath; a black arrow shrouded in Demonic Qi and purple lightning instantly beca a streak of radiance, piercing through the sky straight towards Lu Qingshan.
Both the Demon Race and Human Race have few experts who use bows and arrows.
Because using bows and arrows is often less flexible and fierce than wielding Magic Artifacts for attacks.
Nevertheless, those who do utilize bows and arrows are certainly "masters of unique skills."
Without a doubt, Yuan Lie was such a "master of unique skills."
After shooting the arrow, Yuan Lie’s face suddenly turned pale by three degrees.
This arrow was his forbidden technique, consuming a great deal from him, burning up thirty percent of the Demonic Qi within him.
The Heaven and Earth fell silent montarily, where the arrow passed, the air was suddenly evacuated, forming a black vacuum trajectory zone.
The extre concentration of arrow power was incredibly alarming.
"Lord Yuan Lie, I’ll assist you!" At this mont, another Demon Cultivator shouted.
This was a peculiar Demon Race, with white skin and a lower body similar to a crawling beast.
His face was densely covered with golden lines, his na was Gu Ban.
"I’ll interfere with him!" Gu Ban shouted.
He stared at Lu Qingshan from afar, his eyes bluer than ever, suddenly dazzling at this mont, as if they turned into two ice crystals, captivating.
An invisible Primordial Spirit impact shot out from his eyes, transforming into two spiraling blue columns, rapidly impacting towards Lu Qingshan’s glabella sea of consciousness.
Gu Ban was the Demon Race skilled in Primordial Spirit attacks, a talent of his bloodline, he didn’t dare claim instant success, but it would at least disrupt the Sword Cultivator significantly.
This was what he thought, full of confidence.
Primordial Spirit attack interference, combined with Lord Yuan Lie’s forbidden technique, was bound to achieve sothing.
Having stood off against the Human Race for ten thousand years, they also understand Human Sword Cultivators well.
No one can deny the Sword Cultivator’s unparalleled offensive capability.
However, the Sword Cultivator’s physical body is utterly fragile, unable to withstand attacks, this is also a consensus.
The blue column, sparkling with crystalline light temporarily, unbelievably fast, almost in the blink of an eye, directly penetrated into Lu Qingshan’s body.
Seeing this, Gu Ban couldn’t help feeling reassured.
"Got him!" he thought to himself.
But the attack Gu Ban believed was successful, in fact, upon entering Lu Qingshan’s glabella sea of consciousness, fell into the ten feet domain of the Heavenly Heart Abbot instantly.
Sizzle!
On a warm day in the bluish field, jade smoke rises.
The blue crystals flashing with crystalline light, under the golden light of the Heavenly Heart Abbot, instantly lted, transford into faint smoke, and dissipated swiftly.
Lu Qingshan remained unaffected, his expression unchanged.
Based on stats, his power and speed aren’t just both A, his Primordial Spirit is also A.
"Well done!" He squinted at the constantly rotating arrow, a low voice in his heart, "You only have this one chance to strike."
In the next mont, an unstoppable volcanic montum erupted from him.
The Demon Suppressing swung down towards the arrow.
Boom!
The arrow instantly shattered into powder.
Yet, the mont the arrow exploded, it erupted with a torrent of Demonic Qi, rushing towards Lu Qingshan.
In the distance, Yuan Lie’s eyes flashed with icy murderous intent.
This was the most profound aspect, the strongest part of his arrow!
However, Yuan Lie’s face suddenly froze.
Because the boundless Demonic Qi, upon eruption, dimd sharply as if drawn by sothing, becoming notably sparse.
"What is happening?"
Before he could react, a dazzling red light broke through the sky, charging directly to him.
Afterward, the Sword Light dispersed, a figure appeared abruptly.
It was Lu Qingshan, having used the Formless Sword Escape to reach close range.
In Yuan Lie’s pupils, a blazing black light shone, dazzlingly sharp and cold.
That was Sword Light!
Boom!
He reacted imdiately, the Demonic Qi surged up, scattering to protect his body.
Yet, he felt an extrely strange suction from Lu Qingshan’s sword, inexplicably drawing three-tenths of the swirling Demonic Qi from his surface.
"Is this the reason the Demonic Qi around my arrow dimd suddenly?"
"What technique is this?" he wondered, confusion turning into fear, "Not good!"
In the next instant, Yuan Lie’s body was flung directly into the air, like a torn sandbag with no resistance.
His Divine Demon Body trembled slightly in mid-air.
"It’s over, I’m really going to die!" Yuan Lie cried out in his heart, seemingly sensing sothing.
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