Chapter 698

Above the green peak.

The sword hissed.

The more sharp the flying sword is, the more majestic the meaning of the sword is. The track is like hundreds of meteors flying and beautiful.

But the powerful power revealed in it is enough to shock everyone.

Lin Chuyi and Lin Shiwu looked up at the scene.

They are still young and don't know much, so they don't know the meaning behind the move of Jianzong.

But their hearts surged uncontrollably.

There are some unspeakable but extremely important things that take root and sprout quietly in their hearts.

That is the belief of sword cultivation.

This is the biggest advantage of joining a large group.

Maybe some people will choose to join an ordinary small sect and rise in the micro. This is also a road.

But if you join a great sect and stand on the shoulders of giants, you will often see farther.

Lu Qingshan's body is hanging in the air. His body is against the cold wind in winter, but his heart is hot.

All this made him deeply understand the spirit of Jianzong.

At the same time, he also understood the meaning of the meaningful and inexplicable smile when the old patriarch Xie Qingyun handed it over to him.

Xie Qingyun has already made a decision in his heart.

Sword cultivation not only cultivates the sword in the hand, but also cultivates the sword in the heart.

Lu Qingshan, as the son of Xie Qingyun who fell to Tianyuan, saw the future and hope of the real sword sect in his eyes. When Lu Qingshan wanted to follow the sect to the west, Xie Qingyun did not stop him.

Because this is what Lu Qingshan's heart sword refers to.

It is better to take in straightness than seek in melody.

Sword repair, both the sword in his hand and the sword in his heart must be happy to move forward

How could Xie Qingyun not let these old sword practitioners with the same fighting spirit go with the young disciples?

The reason why he let Lu Qingshan take this trip, more importantly, let Lu Qingshan personally feel the will of the sword sect.

This is a sect that makes all disciples have a sense of belonging and a place with glorious inheritance.

For thousands of years, from time to time, some friars from other religions want to steal the martial arts and skills of Jianzong.

Of course, they all failed in the end.

But they don't understand that even if they succeed, they will never be as powerful as Jianxiu of Jianzong.

The really powerful thing of the sword sect can't be learned by stealing.

Without ten thousand years of inheritance and edification, it is difficult to get some fur!

.......

A moment later, the flying sword that released the tyrannical breath finally stopped, turned into streamer, and was taken back into the Dantian by the sword practitioners.

Lu Qingshan also took back his dragon finch.

But the sharp sword idea can't dissipate in a moment and a half.

The same spirit that came out of his mind persisted for a long time.

Right now.

On the white sky, white clouds suddenly rolled without warning. After an unbearable cold wind, white ice crystal objects like flocs fell down one after another.

Winter snow.

The snow is very dense and small. There is no crazy momentum sweeping everything. It just falls slowly and seems to be a little reserved.

It's snowing.

This year's winter snow came especially late.

Late winter snow.

Lu Qingshan stretched out his hand.

A glittering snowflake whirled and slowly fell into his palm.

"It's too late for snow..." Lu Qingshan gently shook off the falling snow in his hand, squinted to the West and said with emotion: "can you drink a cup of tea?"

The snowflake left his palm and fell down.

The bright rising sun just shines on this small snowflake, but it is reflected, emitting colorful dense, spreading in all directions.

It's also a moment.

Lu Qingshan's mind suddenly echoed.

His heart is suddenly a glimmer of enlightenment.

"Winter snow?"

"Guard?"

"Four or two thousand catties..."

The next moment, in his knowledge of the sea, there is a magnificent but incomplete original divine text, in which the mysterious symbol representing the word "Ying" shines with gold.

The Taoist patterns are iron painted and silver hooked, unfolding like grass snake and gray line, shining and gradually taking shape.

Then, the mysterious symbol broke away from the original divine text and floated like jade.

Touched by various opportunistic and coincidental factors, Lu Qingshan finally stepped through the threshold of the fourth word of manghuang again and entered the house.

Whoosh!

Lu Qingshan couldn't help flying high into the air. He flew up thousands of feet in one breath, and then stopped.

Here, the cold is even worse, and the winter snow is more dense.

But there was an invisible air flow around him at the moment, so these winter snow couldn't get close to him.

Lu Qingshan overlooks the magnificent Jianzong and the vast upside down mountains below.

The overhanging mountains are a group of snowy peaks.

There are countless peaks, each with an extraordinary number, either majestic, or spiritual, or towering, or strange, or steep, among others, forming an extremely vivid picture.

These strange peaks plunge straight into the clouds.

It snowed all over the sky.

The weather is full of vitality.

Dense everywhere.

Lu Qingshan looked at the boundless mountains and slowly closed his eyes.

The scene he had just experienced floated in his mind.

He was feeling the mottled sword that still echoed in the air.

His mind has entered a strange state.

The spirit that lingered in his mind grew stronger and stronger, and went straight to the sky.

Finally, Lu Qingshan's mind was only a glittering snowflake reflecting thousands of feet of light.

He recognized the mysterious symbols in the sea and began to emit light stars, such as dreams, such as bubbles.

For a moment.

Lu Qingshan suddenly opened his eyes.

In the dark eyes, there is a strange light flowing.

His hands glowed red.

Dragonfly in hand.

Looking at the snowflakes falling all over the sky, Lu Qingshan moved with a sword.

WOW~

An ethereal track suddenly appeared in mid air.

That is the track left by the sword blade in the void when the long sword is cut off. It is like a dream and fantasy. It is already the essence of the extremely poor sword style.

Following the silk thread, the continuous sword Qi grew and dispersed.

At this moment, all the snowflakes moving with the wind around are strangely still, as if time had solidified, and only the majestic sword Qi is running freely on the blade.

The winter snow began to fall again.

But it didn't fall from the sky, but condensed from the dragon and finch sword, cluster after cluster, circling constantly.

"Snowflakes" become more and more bright, and the power is more and more terrible.

"Retreat!" Lu Qingshan said in a deep voice at a certain moment.

Boom!

Snowflakes are falling on the blade of the sword, which makes you angry.

The sword like plum blossoms and snowflakes swept through the void and rolled up thousands of piles of snow.

Whoosh!

Real snowflakes bounce off when they encounter fake snowflakes.

The glittering and translucent hexagonal snowflakes run horizontally and rotate continuously.

WOW!

In the middle of the air, there were misty silk threads.

It was the light and shadow left by the rapid rotation of snowflakes in the air.

In an instant, the sky was covered with dreamy silk threads, which were like fog. The silk threads were continuous and had a thrilling power.

Boom!

In the sky, countless sword Qi rose one after another, like fish and dragon, and finally formed a looming huge sword lotus, which slowly disappeared.

Below, all Jianzong Jianxiu who witnessed this sword with their own eyes felt dry in their throat. They opened their mouth and stopped talking. They were shocked.

It can be seen that after this sword, the snowflakes all over the sky seemed to have been wiped by a rag and suddenly disappeared.

Become clean in the void.

What disappeared with the snowflakes in the sky was the mysterious symbol representing the word "Ying" in his knowledge of the sea, which was like a group of fireworks and turned into scattered, annihilated and eliminated stars in the sky.

So far, Lu Qingshan has completely mastered the word "Ying".

"This sword," Lu Qingshan whispered, "let's call Dongxue welcome."

Mang Huang's six character inheritance, combined with his unparalleled understanding of sword skills and the finishing touch, Lu Qingshan finally realized his fourth type secret sword before the western expedition.

After a lapse of three months, several lines of Yinghuo small characters flickered on the panel again.

"You understand the secret swordsmanship of creation: welcome the winter snow."

[secret sword · winter snow welcome] LV1: the ground is white, the wind is cold, and the snowflakes are as big as hands. Defensive counterattack sword.

Secret sword effect: kill thousands of enemies with laughter. Please eat the long sword.

Description: when you cut out a sword, it will attract hundreds of millions of sword Qi in the void and form clusters of winter snow. It hovers around the long sword and appears. It will meet the thousands of attacks of the enemy and return all of it.

Supplementary note: the more attacks this sword meets, the more powerful it is, and the more mana it consumes.

Supplementary note: this secret sword can only parry spells with tracks.

Supplementary note: the sword owner can carry the corresponding sword Qi attack in the returned attack.

Current mana savings: 20%.

Note: Defense? Attack is the best defense!

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Dragon and finch return to their scabbard.

Lu Qingshan fell slowly.

Lin Chuyi and Lin Shiwu widened their eyes. They only saw the master's clothes floating, like a relegated fairy falling from the sky.

The snowflakes over Qingfeng have melted away in an instant.

There are many swords that are more rare than Lu Qingshan.

But how many swords can they see when they are so small? Never seen such a scene in your life?

The two little disciples were dull on the spot, and their brains roared.

Their master is really strong.

On the top of Qingfeng mountain, there was an unprecedented excitement, crowded with hundreds of sword practitioners.

In the sword sect, everything may be lacking, but there is no shortage of experts in using swords. Carrying one out can make the outside world shake.

But in such a place, everyone is still moved by Lu Qingshan's sword. The gold content of this sword is self-evident.

......

In just one day, the infernal demon family army burned the flames of war all over the broad and boundless western border of Zhongling domain.

Under the leadership of Dongqi devil, the demons broke through Xiantian mountain and marched straight into it. At the beginning, they were not subjected to any strong resistance.

After the collapse of Longcheng pass, the most powerful friars in the spirit domain returned home with some demons. Although the losses of the demons were heavy, their combat power was still strong.

On the side of the Terrans in the middle spirit domain, I didn't expect that the demon army would break through the ten thousand year pass so suddenly. Even if the response was very timely, it still seemed a little slow.

These evil practitioners who invaded the western part of the spiritual realm acted recklessly and did all kinds of evil in the territory of the Terran.

The scenery of the human domain is very beautiful. Unlike the abyss, it is shrouded in the blood moon all day, gloomy and depressed.

But the more beautiful the scenery is, the more it can stimulate the tyranny in the heart of the demon family.

Therefore, every city is lit by fire, and black smoke rises gradually, floating in the sky, darker than dark clouds.

There will be no more living people in the demon occupied area.

Because at the beginning of the war, the demon clan didn't spend much thought and energy on managing the Terrans that could cause chaos at any time.

In that case, it's better to simply kill a clean, so as not to dream too much at night and add trouble to yourself.

This is the most terrible side of the battle of Taoism and demons.

Mangzhou, which is closest to Xiantian mountain in the west, was the first to bear the havoc of the demon army.

The beacon tower mansion at the edge of mangzhou connects the city, including beacon tower city and more than 100 other small cities. A total of more than 50000 friars and more than 7 million mortals died under the demon family butcher's knife.

Then came the Changqi mansion, with more than 200 cities and more than 40000 monks, all of whom died without blood splashing in the sky and smoke of gunpowder.

There are corpses everywhere in Chuanlian mansion.

But except for a few monks, most of the Terran monks died before mortals.

In the view of the demon family, this is just a moment earlier and a moment later. It doesn't make much difference and significance. It's completely impossible to understand the fierce and fearless death of the human friars.

They didn't understand that without this quarter of an hour, anyone would shake his head and think that there was no hope in the middle spirit domain.

But it is precisely because of this quarter of an hour of sacrifice that the Terran still has hope.

This quarter of an hour is like a bloody rose in the ruins.

Bright and dripping.

The thirteen houses in the west of mangzhou, except the Tiangou house in the most marginal area, were conquered by the demon army.

Tiangou mansion is temporarily protected from destruction.

It's not that there is anything special in this mansion that makes the demon family dare not cross the thunder pool.

However, the current strategy of the demon family is to chisel a front through the East and west of the middle spirit domain in the shortest time, and then radiate around along this front.

The edge of Tiangou mansion is the area designated by the demon clan as the future radiation, so it will be abandoned for the time being.

This is an extremely bold and arrogant strategy.

Because if it is not comprehensively promoted, it will be unexpected that the demon army is fighting in the front, but the latter may face the raid of Terran friars in cities at both ends of the front at any time.

But the demon clan did it anyway.

Without it.

Confidence.

They don't believe that before such a great disparity in strength, those Terran friars in the small town are not frightened and hurry to flee, but dare to take the initiative to die.

Summer insects cannot speak ice.

When did the demon family understand the Terran?

The biggest weapon of Terran is the determination to go out.

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Tiangou mansion.

The demon army roared past them.

The leader of Tiangou City summoned all the great Xia friars in the city, as well as the friars in the major sects and family forces.

There are more than 8000 people.

Everyone can see the magic gas in the sky and the black smoke rising from the burning of the city. They are angry and flustered.

The leader of Tiangou city is a monk in six realms. He is very old. He has lived a comfortable life for a long time and has lost his heart for a long time. He just muddled along for many years as a mediocre and error free city leader.

The Tiangou city master, who has been in twilight, is serious for the first time. He exudes the only vigor and vitality for a long time.

Standing on the city wall, he looked around at the friars summoned. His voice was vigorous and his tone was very cold. He said, "friars in the four borders and above should be listed."

Of the more than 8000 monks, less than 200 took a step forward.

In other words, more than 8000 friars, only 200 Yuan Ying friars.

This is still in Fucheng, which is rich in resources.

The leader of Tiangou raised his eyes and suddenly his face was red with excitement. He pointed to a young Friar and roared, "little rabbit, I'm calling friars from all over the world. Why are you a Jindan friar!"

The young friar who was pointed at and scolded by him also blushed, stubbornly raised his neck and said in a loud voice: "Dad, I have completed the golden pill. In the year-old test last year, old Lin in the early days of Yuanying tied with me. In this case, I have no problem as a Yuanying friar."

Yes, this young friar is the only son of the Tiangou City Lord.

"That's just old Lin's power to suppress himself. He only uses the golden elixir cultivation to compete with you. You really think of yourself as a character?" the Tiangou City Lord then scolded.

The young monk was like when he made a mistake when he was a child. Although he was beaten to tears, he just refused to admit his mistake. Then he said, "you won't let me go now. When you leave, I'll go by myself."

"You!" the Tiangou city master raised his hand and threatened to slap the young friar.

The young friar lowered his head and muttered in a low voice, "Dad, you are the leader of Tiangou city. It's your responsibility to fight for the people."

"But I'm your son. It's my responsibility to fight with you."

"You have to do your duty, and so do I."

"You..." the Tiangou City Lord raised his hand in the air, and his face changed constantly.

Finally, the hand lay down feebly.

After a moment of silence, the leader of Tiangou City sighed deeply and said, "let's go together."

The young friar carefully raised his head and found that the eyes of the Tiangou city master had already turned red and bloodshot.

The leader of Tiangou city turned away, no longer looked at his son, and said in a deep voice to the friars in the city: "the demon clan is powerful. We are just mole ants in front of them."

"But the demon clan is burning and killing in our Terran territory at the moment. If you want me to sit back and watch, I can't sleep and eat."

"It's my own opinion to go out of the city to kill demons this time. I've lived most of my life. It doesn't matter if I have a cheap life. Most of you should not have lived enough. I won't blame you. After all, mole ants are still alive."

"I also speak frankly with you. Once you leave the city, your life will be confessed."

"Those who are willing to go out of the city, go with me, and those who are not willing to stay!" the Tiangou city master roared, jumped and left the city wall.

His son, the young friar, followed.

Immediately afterwards, a total of 187 people came out of the city, and none of them remained.

On this day, 200 monks in Tiangou city took the initiative to go out of the city to die.

The young friar whose accomplishments were no more than the golden elixir was the first to die in the war, but he replaced a fourth grade demon monk with his own life.

The leader of Tiangou city died in the war.

Before he died, he spelled out two six grade demons.

"I'm still old. If I were young, I could at least kill one more devil cub." this was the last thought of Tiangou city master before he died.