Chapter 496

When Lu Qingshan opened his eyes again, forgetting Sichuan had deeply pierced Yuancang's eyebrows.

In the center of the eyebrow is the understanding of the sea, and in the understanding of the sea is the monk Yuanshen.

Forgetting the river has always passed through the yuan God of Yuan Cang.

He can make 24 mistakes, but yuan Cang can't have a chance to make a mistake.

This time, Yuan Cang made a mistake.

Today, he exchanged 600 years of life yuan for the three swords of Zhentian and the four frontiers for the six frontiers.

Lu Qingshan didn't pull out his sword, but loosened his right hand holding the handle of the sword.

Then, with a whoosh, Lu Qingshan held a green peach blossom in his hand.

Lu Qingshan, who was already a little confused, tried to control his trembling legs and stand straight.

Pooh.

Yuan Cang, whose eyebrows were pierced by a long sword, slowly lowered his head, but saw a green long sword stabbing into his chest and then out from behind him.

All the forces of the human body must be commanded by consciousness.

Yuan Shen was pierced by a sword of forgetting Sichuan. As a powerful sword repair in the sixth realm, Yuan Cang only drew water with a bamboo basket, even though he still had a magnificent yuan force in his body.

Lu Qingshan's eyes were as cold as ice skates. On his bloodstained face, he showed a calm smile to Yuan Cang, "give it all back to you..."

He took out the peach blossom from Yuancang's body, changed its position, stabbed it into Yuancang's heart, then pulled it out and stabbed it again.

Pooh, Pooh, Pooh

The world was silent, leaving only the sound of the long sword entering the body.

A sword, a sword, another sword, repeated, peach blossom stabbed into yuan Cang's body again and again.

Lu Qingshan nodded with satisfaction until twenty-four terrible blood holes appeared on Yuan Cang's body, and the blood flowed out of them.

Old man, if you cut me twenty-four swords, I will return you twenty-four swords.

Never be short of weight.

Finally, Lu Qingshan put away the peach blossom in his hand.

Pooh!

Another long sword came into the body.

Yuan Cang twitched in the corners of his eyes.

It can be seen that there was an inch of red sword tip in his heart.

The Dragon finch stabbed from the back of Yuan Cang was slowly pulled out.

This sword was stabbed by Qin Yitian, who couldn't breathe.

Childe, it only took him 21 years to fix Yuanying, but he lost 600 years of life on this old man.

After weighing the relationship between them, Qin Yitian's eyes were red.

"Childe......" Qin Yitian, who put away the Dragon Finch, felt sorry for his impulse.

Lu Qingshan grinned and comforted Qin Yitian: "well, I never do business at a loss, so I should earn him a sword."

"Still a little heartache," thought Lu Qingshan and murmured, "six hundred years... Enough for me to build Mahayana."

Yuan Cang, who was close at hand, listened to Lu Qingshan's soliloquies. If he heard a monk Yuan Ying say such words at ordinary times, he would only laugh at his boasting.

But now, he won't.

"Master, you are wrong. Lu Qingshan's life is much more valuable than the Da Xia Jing..." when he was about to die, Yuan Cang suddenly felt this sentence.

This is Jian Xiu's judgment on Jian Xiu.

In terms of cultivation, Lu Qingshan is not as good as him now, but in terms of sword cultivation, he is far less than Lu Qingshan.

Regardless of the previous general idea, even in the end, when Lu Qingshan broke out with his life, he still had a chance to kill Lu Qingshan.

As a monk in the six realms, how could he not change his life?

But he didn't change it.

Because in that thought, he felt that he still had vitality.

If we use the means of changing lives, it is tantamount to the vitality of self-determination.

He is not willing to change his life!

Lu Qingshan gave up everything since he came out of the sword, leaving only his sword moves.

At the critical moment of life and death, Lu Qingshan, as a sword repairman, chose to move forward, but he chose to stop.

So he failed.

......

Although Lu Qingshan collected his sword, his sword was still confiscated.

He slowly raised his hand, held the handle of the sword again, and slowly pulled out the sword inch by inch.

With forgetting the river and leaving the body, Yuan Cang's knowledge of the sea began to roll.

When the long sword was completely extracted from his Yuanshen, his Yuanshen had disintegrated completely out of control, and the Qi machine was exhausted.

This is like a sword into the body. You can hang your life temporarily without pulling out the sword. Pulling out the sword is a blood avalanche.

His meta God collapsed.

Lu Qingshan forgot the river and completely cut off Yuancang's head.

A little invisible and faint aura flew out of Yuan Cang's body and came back to the body of qiechuan sword.

"It really hurts." Lu Qingshan muttered, and a sword fell on himself.

Forget the river: blue.

He was exhausted and even overdrawn. After the death of the great enemy, he finally vented at one breath. His weakness emerged. He sat powerlessly on the bumpy ground, gasping for breath, and didn't want to move a finger.

He took out the healing pill from the storage ring and poured it into his mouth.

Qin Yitian stepped forward and gently wiped the black blood on Lu Qingshan's face.

The sticky feeling of blood coagulation attached to the face is not good.

.......

Outside Mihe peak.

The sword light rainbow formed by the sword cultivation of nearly ten sword schools led by Xi Xiang is wiping across the sky.

When he saw the desolate scene of Mihe peak from a distance, he couldn't help trembling in his heart, "is it too late?"

He didn't dare to think any more. His speed soared to the extreme and went straight to the top of Mihe peak.

The speed of Qijing sword cultivation is very fast.

Tens of miles away.

In the past, there were many gullies on the top of the scenic Mihe peak, which spread everywhere like a cobweb.

In the center, beside Yuancang's body with his head separated, Lu Qingshan sat on the ground to rest.

There was still blood on his face, and his clothes had been soaked with blood.

Lu Qingshan sat there, very weak, but he exuded an indescribable and awe inspiring momentum.

"It's martial uncle." Lu Qingshan smiled at the hurried hope elephant.

In his dark eyes, there was a fiery and bright fire burning from it.

Under the impact of this situation, these thousands of old sword practitioners who have experienced countless storms are also slightly stunned.

What did they see?

"Is this... Friar of God?" Xi Xiang felt his voice interfere and pointed to Yuancang's body.

You don't have to ask.

Just as the wild goose left a mark, there was still Yuancang's Yuanli breath on the battlefield. It was clear at a glance.

This is also the reason why the high boundary friars in the hell don't make moves easily. As long as they make moves, there must be head and tail residues.

The friars who use yuan force are at least God changing friars.

But the hope elephant asked.

Because he couldn't believe that a god turning friar died under Lu Qingshan's sword.

Lu Qingshan wanted to stand up and answer, but his trembling legs were really unable to support him to complete this action.

He tried, but he could only give up. He smiled bitterly at Xi Xiang and sighed, "friar Huashen is really great. The disciple can be tossed and miserable this time."

As the sun sets, the Yellow afterglow sprinkles on Lu Qingshan, which shines with the scarlet blood, blurred and magnificent.

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