Chapter 539 (1/2)

Seeing Lu Qingshan spitting blood, Qingge smiled with satisfaction.

In the Terran cultivation system, powerful Yuan Ying friars can easily challenge and practice virtual friars.

When Lu Qingshan was in the later stage of Yuanying, he was already able to reverse the attack and refine the monks in the later stage of emptiness.

However, even in the most common early stage of transforming God, the situation of refining virtual friars against God friars rarely occurs.

This is because once a friar advances from refining emptiness to God, he will have a qualitative transformation.

It is this transformation that makes it almost impossible for the God turning friar to be defeated by the virtual friar.

Although the cultivation system of the demon family is quite different from that of the human family, there is no big gap in the intensity of each realm.

Therefore, the six grade demon clan, like the God turning friar, should be able to crush and refine the virtual friar.

And he, as a primary demon general who is much stronger than the ordinary six level demon cultivation, is a virtual monk. It is no exaggeration to say that under normal circumstances, he must kill instantly.

But who could have thought that such a man would finally risk death and life against Lu Qingshan in the upper five territories?

If he had not mastered the ”Bing” formula, the highest secret law of the family, and had the combat power of high magic generals with the blessing of the ”Bing” formula, he would be buried here today!

The physical injury is still second, and the humiliation in the heart is really lingering.

Moreover, Qingge was alarmed to realize that as the son of Yu blade devil, he had always regarded himself highly, and his heart was uncontrollably jealous of Lu Qingshan.

It shamed him.

This shame can not be removed simply by killing Lu Qingshan.

He must feel pain and regret!

For sword cultivation, what means can be more cruel than destroying his life sword in person?

Seeing Lu Qingshan's ferocious expression and Qingge's successful plot, he had an unspeakable distorted pleasure in his heart.

Comfortable!

…………

Although Lu Qingshan was anxious, he did not lose his mind.

In his mind, he thought about the method of breaking moves in the current situation. ”In today's situation, as long as you use the sword, you will be robbed, unless you use the means that don't need the sword...”

However, ninety-nine percent of the martial arts of sword cultivation are on the sword. Without the sword, isn't it equal to practicing iron sand palm?

”I can only have a try...” Lu Qingshan moved in his heart. In the next moment, thousands of sword Qi hairsprings came out of his body.

Ten thousand sword formula!

This technique is one of Lu Qingshan's few group attack methods.

However, the sword Qi of wanjian Jue is not displayed with the help of sword tools, but condensed out of thin air. In terms of power, it is much different from other moves.

So Lu Qingshan seldom uses this technique now.

The ten thousand sword formula can only be used in some special situations.

Today, it is this special situation.

When the three life swords were released, the ten thousand sword formula became his only attack means.

Every sword breath contains an incomparably mysterious edge.

The original fine hairspring, like taking drugs, has become thick.

This is because Lu Qingshan blessed every sword breath with the true meaning of destruction and extinction.

It's an unimaginable terrible spiritual power consumption to bless the true meaning of the source in the spring of thousands of sword Qi.

Even though Tao seed can greatly reduce the loss of spiritual power of monks using artistic conception, this move still almost consumes the remaining mountain and sea power in Lu Qingshan's body.

Thousands of sword Qi, like thousands of small flying swords, form a sword rain and shoot at Qingge.

Qingge's face coagulated.

He didn't expect that Lu Qingshan could use such means without Benming sword.

”This guy, it's like there's no end...” Qingge smacked his tongue in his heart, and his jealousy for Lu Qingshan was a little more serious.

But on his face, he showed no weakness, laughed and sneered, ”ha ha... Still have the strength to resist?”

After so many losses, Qingge didn't dare to be careless. A powerful force quickly overflowed his body.

Thousands of sword Qi came in a flash like light and electricity, but it stopped in front of Qingge and didn't fall. It seemed to encounter some obstacles.

With the clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang.

”That's it?” Qingge was satisfied, and his eyes were full of provocation.

Lu Qingshan's eyes condensed on Qingge and said to himself, ”coming!”

Another sword burst in front of Qingge.

However, the sword Qi was not twisted into powder like the hairspring of the previous sword Qi, but a cry came out after it burst.

In the light of the sword, suddenly a strange * e of the first born was born.

He ignored the invisible barrier and stepped directly into the body of * Qingge.

——This sword Qi was not the hairspring of sword Qi condensed by Lu Qingshan, but was emitted from his pupils.

* this is the best way left for Lu Qingshan.

Pupil: the initial manifestation of * is a sword gas, which is mixed in the sky of the sword gas gossamer, by the shield of the sword breath, let the green Ge not perceive the slightest anomaly, also has no preparedness, instant strokes.

Under the attack of this pupil technique, Qingge felt unbearable pain in his head. It was as if an awl had pierced into his head and was stirring constantly. It was like his soul had been cut off.

”Ah ah!” Qingge screamed, and the dark golden secret patterns all over his body were not dimmed at this time.

Lu Qingshan's face was also pale.

After performing this pupil technique, most of his divine consciousness was evacuated in an instant.

Pupil: * the heart and the sword are the means of Yuan Shen attack.

* * both the advantages and disadvantages, the power, the pupil: the Zhi is far superior to the heart sword, but on the consumption, pupil: the Zhi is also far superior to the heart sword.

The divine sense consumes such a large pupil skill. If it fails or the enemy has been prevented long ago, it will be like the mage's great cheering before the battle. It is to increase the difficulty of his subsequent battle.

Therefore, Lu Qingshan doesn't have a certain assurance until he has to. Generally, he won't use this pupil technique easily.

Fortunately, Lu Qingshan has always been the top in his grasp of opportunity and his ability to smell.

He stubbornly created a glimmer of life for himself in extreme difficulties.

Qingge, whose soul has been fatally attacked, is powerless to stop Lu Qingshan's remaining sword Qi.

Hundreds of swords with a roaring sound pierced Qingge's body in an instant.

Qingge's body trembled and stood still. Hundreds of invisible tiny blood holes appeared on his body.

Blood burst out from these holes, making Qingge look like a sieve.

He felt pain in his body as if he had been cut by thousands of knives.

Qingge's body was pierced by sword and spirit, and the soul was torn by the Tun tat, plus the former hard * against the first sword of Lu Qingshan town.

If it had not been for the powerful power of the word ”Bing” that hung his last chance of life, he might have fallen now.

At this time, Qingge could no longer maintain the magic power of ”recruiting troops”. Forgetting Sichuan and peach blossom, he got out of trouble and returned to Lu Qingshan's control.

Kill you while you're sick!

Lu Qingshan won't have the slightest chance, and he doesn't want to repeat Qingge's mistakes. He takes a strong breath, exhausts the last trace of strength, and manipulates two Benming flying swords to attack the dying Qingge again. He wants to make up for the last blow.

Boom!

With rolling thunder and thunder fire, forget the river and peach blossom to kill.

Looking at the two flying swords attacked with terror, Qingge pulled the corners of his mouth and showed a sad smile, ”you're cruel...”

This is his first time to admit Lu Qingshan's strength.

But that doesn't mean he's ready to die.

At the moment when the voice fell, there was a drop of bright golden blood in Qingge's body. At this moment, it suddenly dissolved and turned into endless vitality and blood gas, which broke out in his flesh.

Soon, Qingge's flesh was full of black light, and there was a great evil spirit blooming.