Lu Qingshan, holding his sword, walked to the front of the fierce bird, which had no more strength to struggle or resist, pointed the tip of his sword at its brow, his voice very cold, his tone murderous, "Where do you co from?"
"You smug pretty boy, don’t be too pleased with yourself. Aside from , there are countless demon beasts eyeing the Gengjin Tiger King’s inheritance with covetous eyes, and they will soon arrive.
The inheritance of the Demon Spirit, how could it be sothing a re mouse demon is worthy of enjoying!
What would it matter if you slay ? Can you alone stand at the pass and wipe out all the other demon beasts?" The fierce bird was at death’s door, weak to the extre.
It did not directly answer Lu Qingshan’s question but instead sneered with bitterness and spite.
"Countless demon beasts?" Lu Qingshan frowned.
Seeing the serious look on Lu Qingshan’s face, the fierce bird laughed viciously with satisfaction, "Scared now, huh?
Being a Void Refining practitioner is strong, but how can you stop all of our demon beast kin?
Who wouldn’t be moved by the inheritance left by the Gengjin Tiger King? With so many demon beasts charging forward, even if only ten percent gets through, they will definitely be beyond your ability to stop."
A heavy feeling settled in Lu Qingshan’s heart.
Indeed, the worst scenario had happened.
Pu!
Having learned what he wanted to know, Lu Qingshan did not waste more words on the fierce bird and, without a trace of rcy, stabbed it in the brow with his sword.
.........
The situation had developed far beyond Lu Qingshan’s expectations.
The unexpected strategy of the Gengjin Tiger King turned the journey to the Demon Spirit Tomb, which was completely under control, into the current predicant, truly proving the unpredictability of life.
Lu Qingshan fell silent for a long while.
If he wanted the Western Rat King to safely receive the Demon Spirit inheritance, he had to face an unknown number of demon beasts, among which there would be many comparable to Third Grade Golden Core Cultivators.
There was only one way forward, with no other strategy to break the situation.
Was it a sure thing? Not at all.
Lu Qingshan also understood that the odds were not in his favor, but would he leave the Western Rat King to his fate?
The answer was obvious.
Moreover, as a Sword Cultivator, if at this mont, he faltered,
Then there would be no sword for him to cultivate.
"I cannot retreat from this battle," Lu Qingshan said as he turned to apologize to Qin Yitian.
"My lord, what is there for you to be sorry about? Rember, I am your sword," Qin Yitian said calmly, looking at Lu Qingshan with a gentle smile, "To battle for the Sword Master is the duty of the sword."
As her voice fell, Qin Yitian’s figure flashed, turning into a streak of red light, rging into the Dragon Sparrow Sword in Lu Qingshan’s hand.
A streak of Radiance briefly flashed above the Dragon Sparrow Sword.
The voice of Qin Yitian ca from the sword, "As a Sword Spirit, the mont I unify with the Dragon Sparrow Sword, its power will increase by another thirty percent. That is one of the abilities of a Sword Spirit..."
Lu Qingshan was taken aback, suddenly realizing what was happening.
Because Qin Yitian’s every frown and smile were no different from a real person, many tis, he subconsciously overlooked the fact that Qin Yitian was the Dragon Sparrow Sword Spirit.
He held the sword tightly in his hand, feeling his affinity with the Dragon Sparrow Sword increase a notch at the mont Qin Yitian hid in the sword.
The Dragon Sparrow Sword felt warm in his hand, as gentle as a woman’s touch, and wielded as if it were an extension of his arm.
He did not put away the Dragon Sparrow Sword but instead held the sword as he walked into the passageway leading to the plaza.
This place was restricted from flying, which ans this passageway was the only entrance.
If he could hold this place, then no one would be able to enter the plaza and disturb the Western Rat King’s inheritance.
From this mont on, he had to be as the fierce bird had said.
One man holding the pass!
......
Dong Dong Dong!
Not long after, two giant wolves with black backs and white bellies appeared within Lu Qingshan’s sight.
"They’ve arrived," Lu Qingshan whispered.
The two giant wolves were massive, their wide-open jaws revealing long, white, fearso fangs that glinted with a cold light. Their scarlet tongues hung out, dripping with stinking wolf saliva, giving them a ferociously nacing appearance.
These were two Third Grade realm demon wolves, and considering their nearly identical appearances, it indicated they were likely born from the sa litter.
The eyes of the giant wolves brimd with fierceness as they locked onto Lu Qingshan.
"Awooo!"
Without a word of nonsense, two wolf howls rang out.
Like two bolts of lightning, the giant wolves lunged towards Lu Qingshan simultaneously, their sinister claws flashing coldly as they aid for Lu Qingshan’s neck.
Two streaks of cold light danced out like ribbons, the demon wolves baring their grueso grins.
In the blink of an eye, two layers of fierce Sword Qi surged from within Lu Qingshan, forming a shimring Sword Armor that shielded him.
Clang!
The demon wolves’ claws struck the Sword Armor as if they had hit an iron plate, causing them imnse pain.
Hisss!
Lu Qingshan’s eyes turned fierce as he seized a tiny flaw during the left wolf’s attack, and the Dragon Sparrow Sword, surging with hot waves of fla, beca a sword shadow that sliced through the belly of the giant wolf.
The Phoenix Fla effortlessly scorched and penetrated the layer of skin that should have been extrely tough.
A cloud of blood mist rose into the air.
The demon wolf was sent flying backward, emitting a painful howl.
This sword strike had inflicted severe injuries on it.
Seeing the pitiful state of its companion, the other demon wolf quickly took several steps back and looked at Lu Qingshan with inevitable wariness in its eyes.
"Co again."
Lu Qingshan slanted his sword and pointed it at the two demon wolves, saying coldly.
At this mont, all the distractions in his heart had faded away, leaving only a sky-high killing intent.
Within his pitch-black pupils, a faint scarlet hue quietly appeared.
The two demon wolves, looking at Lu Qingshan whose killing aura was boiling over, unconsciously stepped back even further.
Although demon beasts are ferociously brutal and wildly untad, there is a limit to this, and even wild beasts know fear—not to ntion these creatures with spiritual intelligence.
However, the constant calls for help coming from behind the man prevented them from simply giving up and escaping.
But, the demon wolves also understood that they were rely the faster group that had entered the Demon Spirit Tomb; many other demon beasts had also crashed into the tomb.
If this sword cultivator was so difficult to deal with, they would wait for the other demon beasts to arrive before taking action. No matter how strong a man was, ultimately he could not fight off multiple attackers.
They decided to lie in wait for an opportunity.
But if the demon wolves understood this logic, how could Lu Qingshan not?
His strategy was clear: defeat them one by one!
Since these demon beasts had entered the tomb at different tis, he intended to take out the waves of incoming beasts one by one before the next group erged, to avoid being surrounded and attacked.
The next mont, Lu Qingshan moved.
He leaned forward, gripping his sword tightly as he sprinted forward.
Clang, clang, clang!
Sword armor encircled him, providing excellent protection.
His sword emitted a Sword Qi like a gust of wind, condensing into fine filants that quietly vanished into the void.
At the sa ti, he slashed down with the sword in his hand at the uninjured demon wolf’s spine.
Seeing Lu Qingshan’s reckless attack, the demon wolf’s luminescent green eyes flashed with savagery.
Arrogant sword cultivator!
Its back was normally covered with thick fur, which instantly bristled, becoming hard and coarse with a tallic texture.
This was the toughest part of its body, and the demon wolf did not believe that the sword cultivator could break through its defenses with just one strike.
anwhile, it opened its sharp fangs wide, aiming to bite down on Lu Qingshan’s head.
It intended to tear off the head of this sword cultivator!
Lu Qingshan faced the demon wolf’s attack without dodging or flinching, not even blinking an eye.
Because his sword had already reached its target!
Spiritual Power surged from Lu Qingshan’s dantian like a rushing tide, flowing into the Dragon Sparrow Sword in his hand.
The sword was wreathed in rampant flas, and beyond that, two mysterious and intricate sword technique silhouettes erged.
Secret Sword, Wind Slash.
The fiery long sword pierced through the tough skin of the demon wolf as easily as puncturing a sheet of paper, maintaining its speed as it cut straight through, cleaving the beast in two.
That wasn’t all; as Lu Qingshan launched his attack, the other injured demon wolf also seized the opportunity to pounce fiercely toward him.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
Just as the demon wolf leaped, it seed to hit so bizarre object in midair, letting out a mournful wolf howl.
Its torso was covered with countless tiny cuts, with blood spurting from them.
The stomach was riddled with gaping wounds, and by the end, its intestines and innards had fallen out, filling the air with a stench that churned the stomach.
The demon wolf’s body fell from the sky, on its last breath, its luminescent green eyes still carrying a look of reluctance as it swept across the sky with a glance.
There, countless almost invisible filants flickered, darting from all directions like agile fishes toward Lu Qingshan, disappearing into the sword in his hands.
"This...." The demon wolf found the scene sohow familiar, as if, long ago, it had the fortune to witness it.
It was an imnsely powerful Nascent Soul sword cultivator breaking into the Spirit Mountain Range, waving his long sword and releasing Sword Qi Silks like rain, instantly killing a large swath of demon beasts.
But why would such a terrifying technique appear in the hands of a Foundation Establishnt Stage cultivator?
The demon wolf couldn’t figure it out, and it didn’t have the ti to think about it any longer; the next mont, its head tilted, eyes closed, and it breathed no more.
Within three breaths, one sword strike claid the lives of two Third-Grade Initial Stage demon wolves on the spot.
Lu Qingshan did not revel in his success.
The power of the Secret Sword was imnse, and, correspondingly, the consumption was also enormous.
In order to quickly slay these two Third-Grade demon wolves, he had executed the Wind-Cutting Secret Sword once and had depleted nearly twenty percent of his Spiritual Power.
From this mont on, he would have to be doubly careful using his Spiritual Power.
Because here, there would be no downti for him to restore Spiritual Power, and even if he could take Spirit Pills to rapidly Restore Spiritual Power, compared to the huge consumption, it was destined to be just a drop in the bucket.
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