This Sword Cultivator is Somewhat Dependable

As the Power of the Mountains and Seas surged, Qing Ge instinctively squinted, as if he were a commoner staring directly at the blazing sun.

Can it really be played this way?

Just when it seemed like an arduous task to completely exhaust Lu Qingshan, in the blink of an eye, he was fully rejuvenated, even bigger and tougher than before, more exaggerated than if he had taken some drugs.

Is this reasonable?

Lord Qing Ge, who had thought he held the winning ticket, finally sensed a trace of threat from Lu Qingshan.

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With the Dragon Sparrow Sword in hand, the Oblivion River Sword and the Peach Blossom Sword were swaying and circling around Lu Qingshan.

Rise!

Lu Qingshan's thoughts moved.

The Oblivion River Sword and the Peach Blossom Sword, with a whoosh, transformed into two streaks of Sword Light, one a ghostly blue like ice, the other a verdant green like jade, swiftly darting out.

The two flying swords moved through the air like serpents or fish.

Without saying a word, Lu Qingshan exhaled a breath of clear air, his body surging with Sword Qi, following them closely.

"Trivial tricks," scoffed Qing Ge, though his heart was filled with a chilling alertness.

He had already experienced the power of Lu Qingshan's flying swords in the previous chase, naturally, he wouldn't underestimate them.

In matters of battle, his cultivation was indeed high.

Qing Ge twisted his sword, gathering strength, then swung his hand with a speed as fast as a specter, forcefully intercepting the two flying swords.

Clang clang, ripples undulated, as Oblivion and Peach Blossom were both repelled without success.

At that moment, however, Lu Qingshan had already pressed in close.

He multitasked, holding one sword in hand while controlling the other.

The attacks of both sword and wielder, connected together, were like unending tides, one wave subsiding just as the next arose.

The Dragon Sparrow Sword glittered with flames, slashing toward Qing Ge's head with explosive power that was terrifying to the extreme.

Sword Qi burst forth on the Dragon Sparrow Sword, mixed with the flames, like fuel on fire, fierceness beyond imagination.

Qing Ge's face changed slightly, his soul shaking.

Immediately, several strands of dark golden threads emerged from the Black Blood in his hand, transforming into streaks of golden light, connected to form the pattern of a grid, blocking in front of Lu Qingshan's sword strike.

Hisss!

The grid pattern wavered, ripples continued nonstop.

The Sword Qi from the Dragon Sparrow Sword spilled over behind Lu Qingshan, its bright Spiritual Light casting his face in a radiant glow.

"Wind Slash," said Lu Qingshan softly.

There wasn't even a need for a second sword strike, as this one gave birth to two successive attacks, like thunder out of a clear sky.

Dizzying to the eyes.

The two horizontal lines of the grid could no longer withstand the terrifying power of the stacked three swords, dissolving into specks of golden light and scattering.

And through that gap, Lu Qingshan seized the opportunity, pressing the Dragon Sparrow Sword blade down.

Caught off guard, the unprepared Qing Ge could only hastily raise his empty left hand to block the sword with his palm.

Bang!

As flesh met sword blade, the encounter did not result in the one-sided situation one might expect, but instead, eerily held at a stalemate.

This was the strength of the Demon Race's physical body.

Ignoring the condition of his palm, Qing Ge took the opportunity to swiftly raise a leg.

Rich black light flared on his leg as he swept it towards Lu Qingshan's body; the next moment, with a bang, even though he managed to summon the Sword Armor for protection, Lu Qingshan's figure was still sent flying backward.

His movements were agile, so even though he was repelled, it wasn't without the ability to counter; he quickly adjusted his position in mid-air, sliding into an elegant half-arc before stabilizing himself, an air of graceful ease about him.

The two energies nourished each other, as Lu Qingshan had barely retreated, Oblivion River Sword and Peach Blossom Sword immediately took over, drastically accelerating; they curved back in a swan return, drawing a half-circle and thrusting directly at the back of Qing Ge's head.

The situation was extremely dangerous, hanging by a thread.

Feeling the anomaly, Qing Ge could no longer chase after Lu Qingshan.

At this moment, a glaring red line appeared on his left hand, from which blood was seeping out.

In the face of the razor-sharp Dragon Sparrow, he countered with his palm, and although his physical body was strong, it had not yet reached the realm of the Divine Demon Body, so he inevitably suffered injuries.

"Summon soldiers." Qing Ge's face paled slightly, his gaze fierce. He did not look at the ghastly wound in his palm as all the dark golden secret patterns on his body shimmered.

Invisible ripples, unseen by both the naked eye and Divine Sense, scattered in strands, enveloping the Peach Blossom of Oblivion, turning instantly into an unnamed strength, which interfered with and tugged at the movement of the Oblivion Peach Blossom.

In front of this force, the rampaging Flying Sword suddenly stiffened, as if it were being constantly toyed with, flipped over between clapping hands by an invisible set of large hands, and its offensive halted abruptly.

Seeing this, Qing Ge uttered through clenched teeth, "You are indeed much stronger than the average Sword Cultivator, and very cunning. Even among our Demon Race, you would be considered a prodigy.

"But, your opponent is me!"

"An innocent man is blameless, but he who carries a gem invites trouble! Had it not been for that treasured sword you possess, and the fact that you've provoked me several times before, I might have spared your life today and taken you as a slave," Qing Ge glanced at his bleeding left palm, grinding his teeth, "If I don't kill you, I swear I am not human!"

Lu Qingshan paid no mind to Qing Ge's ruthless words.

In fact, Qing Ge, by using his "Summon Soldiers" Divine Skill to bind the Oblivion and Peach Blossom, was not as easy and effortless as it appeared on the surface.

After all, the connection between a Sword Cultivator and his Life-bound Sword has always been intimate, allowing no third party.

Qing Ge was relying on his own Sixth Grade realm, with the suppression of his strength, to barely suppress Lu Qingshan's Flying Sword.

But even so, it was clearly visible that under Qing Ge's coercion, the Oblivion and the Peach Blossom were hissing, straining to break free from Qing Ge's bind, yet just lacking that bit of strength.

"Wake up, wake up," Lu Qingshan murmurred in his mind.

"Hmm, hmm," the next instant, a somewhat puzzled voice, seeming to carry a bit of drowsiness, suddenly sounded, "What are you calling me for..."

The sword will of the Oblivion River Sword, Gu Yiyi.

Since entering the Mogao Desert, Gu Yiyi, using her dislike of the environment as a reason, had fallen into deep sleep, and even after Lu Qingshan left, she had still not awakened.

Lu Qingshan simply let Gu Yiyi be, after all, a lucid Gu Yiyi was indeed troublesome.

But now, it was time for her to show her might.

Drowsy, having just awakened from deep sleep, Gu Yiyi sensed an unknown large hand from somewhere trying to manipulate and control her.

Gu Yiyi, still unclear about the situation, did not hesitate to bristle up—apart from Sword Master Lu Qingshan, she could not accept anyone else touching her!

Qing Ge, who was smug a moment ago, had a drastic change in expression.

He suddenly realized that the previously "Summon Soldiers" controlled Oblivion was surging upward with immense force.

Qing Ge's spirit sank, he exerted his full strength to activate his Divine Skill, but still could not suppress the resisting power of Oblivion.

The latter, after a moment, broke free, gliding close to the ground, revealing a majestic momentum, compressing the air, bursting out bursts of thunder, and charged directly at Qing Ge's forehead.

Qing Ge was taken aback, too late to dodge, he could only raise his hand to counter with his palm again.

"Can it be blocked?" Qing Ge was not sure himself.

The endless tricks of Lu Qingshan had left him feeling unsure.

The fact was, he could not block it!

A dull yellow spiritual light coiled around the sword body of Oblivion in an instant.

This was the Power of the Dead Spirits collected and stored by Oblivion.

The Netherworld Sword!

The aura of death eroded every inch of Qing Ge's flesh and blood, moving forward, and finally pierced through his entire left palm, proceeding by changing direction, and then violently striking Qing Ge in the chest.

The immense force directly cleaved Qing Ge's figure from the air.

Only then did the attack of Oblivion halt, making half a circle, and returned.

Qing Ge fell towards the ground in a very sorry state, stumbling upon landing.

His feet sank an inch into the earth, sliding back dozens of yards before coming to a stop and stabilizing his figure.

Qing Ge's complexion turned several shades paler, and only at this moment did he utterly lose control, unable to suppress the blood gushing from his throat, spewing it out in specks.

At this time, he noticed a shadow appearing, completely enveloping his figure.

Qing Ge hurriedly lifted his eyelids slightly, only to see Lu Qingshan holding the Dragon Sparrow, quickly descending from mid-air, taking advantage of the high ground, and slashing down at him.

At the same time, Qing Ge heard Lu Qingshan's voice, indifferent to the extreme.

"I wanted to tell you earlier, this is not how one uses a sword."

Every man can wield a sword as a weapon, even members of the Demon Race as well.

But simply holding a sword does not qualify one to be called a Sword Cultivator.