"What an incredible young sword cultivator, if I had half his skill, I could have killed this demon brat today." He murmured to himself, then recalled that dirty little face.
"Girl, live well..."
It had to be said, there was still so regret and reluctance.
On the other side, the Red Scale Demon steadied its swaying body, but the anger in its heart could no longer be contained.
Anger surged from within, raising its fist to strike at Li Si.
Li Si calmly closed his eyes.
Li Si did not die.
Because of a thunderous sound that exploded by his ear.
He hurriedly opened his eyes.
It was a rare, fierce sword strike in Li Si's life, the sword light was domineering and extraordinary.
The Red Scale Demon showed a flustered expression, shaking its fist, attempting to block this flying sword.
But it was futile.
Its massive fist exploded instantly under the sword light as fine as starry radiance.
The sword light continued forward along the Red Scale Demon's arm, ignoring the tough, thick scale armor, advancing inch by inch.
The physical body of the Red Scale Demon was destroyed inch by inch.
In an instant.
A cloud of blood mist exploded.
That Red Scale Demon, nearly unbeatable for Li Si, was annihilated by a single sword strike.
The "warrior" clad in fla-like red armor had disappeared, leaving only a scorching red, flickering sword light wandering around.
Li Si steadied himself, and in the blink of an eye, two n appeared before him.
One incredibly handso, the other much more ordinary but both with extraordinary bearing.
Lu Qingshan, Mo Yan.
Lu Qingshan, focused on traveling, tracing the source of the fluctuation sensed by Green Snake, felt a distant sensation here, and arrived by sound, just in ti to witness the final scene.
"What is the na of that last sword strike, from which sect and taught where?" Lu Qingshan, consolidating Dragon Sparrow within, glanced at Li Si still bleeding from the corner of his mouth and couldn't help but ask.
Having seen the swords of Li Qiubai, Xia Daoyun, and the battle style of Mangcang Demon Venerable, by this day, rarely any sword skill could make Lu Qingshan look differently.
Even Lu Qingshan himself didn't expect that he would be so impressed by a sword technique employed by a sword cultivator whose cultivation was lower than his.
"Thank you both for saving my life, Li Si will rember it in my heart." Li Si hesitated briefly and first clasped his hands towards Lu Qingshan in gratitude, speaking hoarsely.
The sword cultivator's temperant was so distinctive that he imdiately recognized the sa kind of aura, knowing it was Lu Qingshan who struck.
"As for this sword... this sword is called Moon Slash, where was it learned? Old Li has no sect or school, just an unaffiliated cultivator, the sword wasn't learned anywhere, rely practiced casually by the old ." Subsequently, Li Si began seriously responding to Lu Qingshan's earlier inquiry.
This is Moon Slash, Li Si's sword.
"Good sword." Lu Qingshan praised sincerely.
"Not at all, a sword skill that can't kill the enemy dare not claim to be a good sword... cough cough..." Li Si waved his hand, coughing violently, uncontrollably spitting blood onto the ground.
Left a form like a plum blossom on the white snowy ground.
After spitting out this mouthful of blood, Li Si's face was bloodless, his steps staggered, breath chaotic.
Lu Qingshan frowned slightly, contemplating for a mont.
Whoa~
In the instant before Li Si could react, a faint blue sword light flashed and disappeared, striking towards him.
His heart was horrified.
Then the sword light constricted.
A warm airflow sprouted from within, rapidly healing his injuries.
Li Si raised his head in astonishnt to look at Lu Qingshan.
Lu Qingshan rely slowly sheathed his sword.
Oblivion: Azure Fall Sword.
"Why are you here?" Lu Qingshan asked again.
Li Si hesitated for a mont, then decided to reveal the whole situation.
In the Demon Occupied Zone, every human cultivator encountered was a comrade, so there was no need to hide anything.
"So it's like this again..." Lu Qingshan's gaze slightly sparkled.
On this journey, Li Si was neither the first nor would he be the last human cultivator he encountered.
Most of these people were "old soldiers" who retreated from Dragon City Pass.
Their cultivation is not high, unable to fundantally change anything.
They are few in number, unable to combat the main demon force head-on, and can only fight separately.
However, without them, the situation would be much more tragic.
In fact, Lu Qingshan didn't know that according to later statistics, during the Central Spirit Path battle against demons, sword cultivators who left their holand and spontaneously went to the frontline numbered over fifty thousand.
This group of sword cultivators, whose cultivation was not outstanding, and whose age was no longer young, should have been enjoying their old age at ho, teaching disciples, but less than half could return ho for a peaceful old age.
The remaining ones were forever buried in this land.
Without grave or tombstone, only a long sword accompanies them in eternal slumber.
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