Even just once, it would be enough to leave Lu Qingshan with no place for burial.
He silently recited the word "Gather" in his heart.
Another twelve hundred swords appeared, hovering in the air, forming a Sword Pool, all their tips pointing forward, directly at Luo Qiantuo.
Additionally, seven hundred swords, seemingly endowed with a spiritual connection, appeared behind Luo Qiantuo, crashing toward his back.
Luo Qiantuo disregarded it all, continuously delivering punches from start to finish.
The space between the two was like a tumultuous sea, like a collapsing mountain, gathering and dispersing unpredictably.
Within a re inch, heaven and earth overturned.
The twelve hundred swords, like exquisite porcelain, cracked thread by thread, terrifying to the extre.
Amidst this, the sharp tips of seven hundred swords constantly collided with Luo Qiantuo's back.
The clanging sound of Flying Swords hitting was like the sound of big bells and drums, echoing through heaven and earth, followed by the shattering sound of famous swords, the sound as grand as mountains crumbling and earth splitting.
In just a few exchanges, twenty thousand swords had already lost three thousand.
Thus, it seed that in this indescribable cross-boundary battle, twenty thousand swords seed hardly anything.
Luo Qiantuo shattered the incoming Sword Pool with punch after punch, simultaneously swept a leg toward Lu Qingshan.
It couldn't be called a leg, more like a mountain pillar, smashing towards Lu Qingshan.
Even though Lu Qingshan leaned on twenty thousand swords, he dared not to completely withstand this leg sweep, silently reciting the word "Return" in his mouth, employing the Return Secret Technique, his silhouette flickered as he moved sideways.
Luo Qiantuo's sharpness was evident, his aura spread over a hundred miles, and among the weaponized arms, the longest Blood Whip swung out like a dazzling rainbow, striking towards Lu Qingshan.
Lu Qingshan crossed his twin swords in defense.
The Blood Whip smashed onto Lu Qingshan's twin swords, the force transmitted through the sword body to Lu Qingshan, causing his body to whirl backwards in the air, his steps staggering and then his lips slightly parting, blood flowing out.
Luo Qiantuo sneered coldly, not intending to give Lu Qingshan a chance to breathe, stepping forward, the Asura Blade already hacking towards Lu Qingshan's celestial cover.
Lu Qingshan couldn't catch his breath, his mana circulation halted for a brief mont—this breath was different from a mortal's breathing, yet equally essential.
Each breath is life's most significant article.
Just like running, without breath, after only a few steps, one would be exhausted and collapse.
The sa applies to fighting; if without the chance to catch one's breath, mana cannot flow smoothly.
It was the most perilous exchange in Lu Qingshan's confrontation with Luo Qiantuo thus far.
Even defending against Luo Qiantuo's offensive with full force, Lu Qingshan would be injured; now, with his stifled breath and unable to summon his mana, how could he remain unhard against Luo Qiantuo's fierce assault?
Seeing the imminent danger, Lu Qingshan straightened his back.
"Heavenly Punishnt!" he murmured quietly the next mont.
Without reason, the sword in Lu Qingshan's left hand erupted with a fierce glow at the column, in an instant blasting forth.
It was lightning, it was Heavenly Punishnt, the brilliance infinitely approaching forty tis Ninth Grade combat power, shaking the ancient and modern world, reaching its mighty peak.
Luo Qiantuo had not reached forty tis Ninth Grade combat power either!
At this instant, his expression changed, sensing an unprecedented taste of life and death.
Thus, his determined killing move suddenly ceased, transforming into a fully committed defensive posture.
The heavens and earth seed to halt for a mont.
Followed by continuous explosions, then Luo Qiantuo's steps retreated repeatedly.
It wasn't a hundred yards of retreat, nor a thousand yards, but ten thousand!
After consecutively retreating twenty thousand yards, the Heavenly Punishnt finally dissipated all its divine might.
But even blocking such Heavenly Punishnt, Luo Qiantuo was not feeling good at all,
His steps were light and unsteady, nearly toppling, countless tiny wounds appeared on the Divine Demon Body, droplets of blood slowly seeping out.
The extre power of Heavenly Punishnt taught Luo Qiantuo a profound lesson.
Luo Qiantuo himself hadn't expected that as the Asura King, incarnation of extre strength, he could also be overwheld by sheer force.
He raised his head to look at Lu Qingshan twenty thousand yards away, opened his mouth intending to say sothing, only to be held in freeze.
Because, from start to finish, the resolute Lu Qingshan, who seed bent on an endless struggle with him, showed an uncanny smile, suddenly rose up on his sword, transford into a rainbow light, turning towards the depths of the wilderness.
Is this... an escape?!
"Where are you fleeing!" Luo Qiantuo roared angrily, leaping after him without hesitation.
"Escape?" Lu Qingshan heard Luo Qiantuo's angry roar, slightly pursing his lips.
No.
It's a strategic retreat.
The cultivation gap between him and Luo Qiantuo is not only in quality but also in quantity.
Just now, during the fierce battle, the Power of the Mountains and Seas Lu Qingshan had previously acquired through the Mountains and Seas Taoist Spell had been completely exhausted, and his own mana had also been depleted by one-tenth.
If this continued, he would inevitably be defeated due to mana exhaustion.
To break the deadlock, the only solution is to continuously replenish his strength through the Mountains and Seas Taoist Spell.
But this area, having been plundered by the previous Mountains and Seas Taoist Spell, was already desolate, unable to provide Lu Qingshan with the Power of the Mountains and Seas.
He must find another battlefield.
The heavens like a vast do, cover all around.
One body fighting across three thousand miles.
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