This Sword Cultivator is Somewhat Dependable

"Seeking death!" Among the several hundred demonic cultivators charging forward, the leaders were two high-ranking Demon Marshals, their figures whistling as they rushed straight towards Lu Qingshan.

Behind them, several hundred Seventh Grade Demon Cultivators displayed various divine ability techniques.

Each of these Seventh Grade Demon Cultivators could be ignored by Lu Qingshan individually.

But with such numbers piled together, it was enough to make anyone wary.

These demonic cultivators carried a surging killing intent, like a flood tide, roaring as they charged at Lu Qingshan.

Almost at the moment the two leading high-ranking Demon Marshals arrived, a flash of killing intent appeared in Lu Qingshan's eyes.

A faint halo had already surged from his body, mysterious and sacred, surrounding his physical form, enveloping him within.

Dustless Fighting Chamber!

At the same time, a thousand thread-like Sword Qi filaments emerged from the apertures around his body, swirling on his surface, forming a sword clothing like armor.

Myriad Swords Art.

With so many demonic cultivators, possessing varied divine skills, there would inevitably be attacks one could not guard against.

Lu Qingshan dared not take risks, so he immediately used his defensive spells.

Dustless Fighting Chamber to defend against technique attacks, Myriad Swords Art for physical attacks, and for Primordial Spirit attacks, he relied on the Heavenly Heart Abbot's ten-yard domain.

Although the Sword Cultivator's physical body was weak, Lu Qingshan built his defensive system through these three defensive spells.

"Die!!" One of the high-ranking Demon Marshals, his figure pitch black and blurry, his eyes burning like flames, spoke grimly.

He punched towards the void.

A black light suddenly rose from his fist, transforming into a giant serpent, terrifying and monstrous, carrying black flares, rushing towards Lu Qingshan.

Bang, bang, bang!

Wherever the giant serpent passed, the void seemed to collapse, the sight extremely daunting.

The other high-ranking Demon Marshal was equally formidable, demonic qi surging on his body, his flesh radiating, his left hand exuding a metallic cold luster, reaching into the void, instantly releasing five beams of light, shooting towards Lu Qingshan in an instant.

Behind them, hundreds of demon cultivators simultaneously acted, each unleashing their strongest lifelong divine skills.

At this moment, the surrounding void twisted, various spell glows endlessly changing, earth-shaking.

Watching this terrifying demonic formation, the cultivators within the light screen at the Northern River Border had their eyes turn red, filled with tension.

Xu Xi among the crowd bit his dry lips, his expression revealing anxiety.

He hated his insufficient cultivation, hated his mediocre aptitude, and could only watch helplessly as the young Sword Sect Young Leader fought desperately for the Northern River Border, unable to assist.

Around him, behind him, many cultivators also watched this scene in a daze, looking at the Sword Sect Young Leader they had not acknowledged earlier.

Their fists were already clenched, veins bulging.

"We'll fight with Young Sect Master Lu!" Northern River Border General Wu Yan finally couldn't endure, shouting hoarsely, "We will not defend this Northern River Border, we will fight these demon bastards to the death!"

As the Northern River Border General, defending was his duty, and any sacrifice was worth it.

But now, he no longer cared, only wanting to battle alongside Lu Qingshan.

"As cultivators, why fear one battle!" He roared, his figure first leaping out from the formation's protective light screen at the Northern River Border, "If I kill one, I'm not losing; kill two, and I've made it!"

"Fight with Young Sect Master Lu!" As Wu Yan charged out, other Northern River Border cultivators immediately followed, joining him, charging towards the Demon Race.

Obviously, everyone had held their resentment for a long time, only refraining due to lack of orders.

Now with General Wu Yan, the commander, abandoning the city first, they naturally followed without hesitation.

Xu Xi was among the first Northern River Border cultivators to rush out from the formation light shield.

After defending the Northern River Border for two days, his current state wasn't good.

His Element Force was less than thirty percent of its peak.

But at least he still had some fighting capacity.

He was not a prodigy, did not possess Lu Qingshan's strength and confidence to face three thousand cultivators alone, but he was not lacking in the courage and resolve of a Sword Cultivator.

This was something engraved in the bones of Sword Cultivators.

.....

Roaring was heard.

As the relentless wave of attacks descended, Lu Qingshan's eyes flashed brilliantly, holding the Oblivion River Sword, raising it, then powerfully slashing forward.

"Netherworld!" he murmured.

With this sword, heaven and earth trembled.

This was a divine skill sword strike of the Netherworld Artifacts.

Netherworld: The sword of death.

Active: Releases the Power of the Dead Spirits stored within the Oblivion River Sword, annihilating all things.

Explanation: The power of Netherworld directly relies on the Power of the Dead Spirits released from the Oblivion River Sword.

A withered yellow mist burst out from the Oblivion River Sword like stars.

The dense death aura became misty wisps, exploding and falling, whispering.

The two high-ranking Demon Marshals' faces changed dramatically, their hearts gripped with fear.

"What is that?"

They both felt a disturbing aura from the withered yellow mist wisps, panic-stricken, their mouths and noses uncomfortable.

The Netherworld Sword of the Oblivion River releases the Power of the Dead Spirits stored in the sword.

The source of the Power of the Dead Spirits comes from those Lu Qingshan slays.

The stronger the enemy, the more abundant the Power of the Dead Spirits that can be absorbed.

And due to the increasingly refined and comprehensive methods, Lu Qingshan hadn't used this divine skill of Oblivion River for a long time.