This Sword Cultivator is Somewhat Dependable

Witnessing the entire process, the Li Zu's shock surpassed even that of Zhong Ming.

At the moment when Zhong Ming and Lu Qingshan simultaneously launched attacks toward the cultivators of Xuan Ming Valley.

Considering that Lu Qingshan was still a newcomer, the Li Zu instinctively wanted to take care of him and thus directed his first spell toward the Xuan Ming Valley cultivator that Lu Qingshan was facing.

It was an ice sword formed from concentrated Water Attribute Spiritual Power, emitting a bone-chilling coldness.

Under his control, the ice sword shot straight at Lu Qingshan's opponent, much like a Sword Cultivator's flying sword.

Although its speed wasn't quite on par with the flying sword.

But Li Zu was confident that its power was no less than that of a Sword Cultivator's flying sword.

However, what he hadn't anticipated was that in an instant, Lu Qingshan's flying sword burst out like a streak of lightning, and Lu Qingshan's figure mysteriously vanished.

When Lu Qingshan appeared again, he had already confronted the Xuan Ming Valley Dharma Cultivation right in the face with his sword.

Immediately afterward, the Xuan Ming Valley Dharma Cultivator collapsed.

Upon closer inspection, his forehead had been split open by one of Lu Qingshan's slashes, with fresh blood continuously streaming out.

It was at this moment when the Xuan Ming Valley Dharma Cultivator fell that his ice sword finally whooshed through the air and horizontal impaled itself into the chest of the now-dead Xuan Ming Valley cultivator.

This ice sword appeared quite superfluous, just like his own interference.

Lu Qingshan's escape speed had already surpassed the velocity of his own spell's trajectory?

Li Zu found it hard to believe in his heart.

With such incredible speed, the Dharma Cultivation in the icy, snowy terrain had no time to react and couldn't even cast a defensive spell before falling to Lu Qingshan's sword.

...

The Formless Sword Escape was indeed useful!

Lu Qingshan, looking at the freshly gained two thousand experience points on his attribute panel, felt thoroughly satisfied.

Using the Formless Sword Escape, he not only killed his opponent instantly but even managed to steal a kill from Zhong Ming using his Flying Sword Technique.

Taking advantage of the momentary lapse of the Xuan Ming Valley cultivators, he had already taken down two of them in an instant!

But such good fortune was only once.

Because at this moment, the remaining two cultivators within the icy, snowy terrain, witnessing the tragic state of their fellow sect member, had already deployed multiple layers of Defensive Artifacts and cast various Defensive Spells around themselves.

The task of killing these cultivators wasn't going to be as easy as before and would require actual contact.

Lu Qingshan scanned the area.

On the left, Xu Hao, relying on his thick skin, was single-handedly engaging four Foundation Establishment cultivators from Xuan Ming Valley in combat.

Xiao Zhi's beast pet, the Red Rock Goose, was assisting Xu Hao in the battle.

Meanwhile, Xiao Zhi summoned his third beast pet.

The Green Scaled Leopard!

An exotic leopard demon covered in green scales.

Fast and with amazing defensive power.

Its agile form immediately leaped out, lunging at a Xuan Ming Valley cultivator. Its claws, sharp as blades, gleamed with a metallic luster, continuously slashing at the critical areas of the Xuan Ming Valley cultivator.

Su Shu and Xiao Zhi took positions in a V-formation, supporting each other while casting Spirit Techniques to aid the cultivators of Tiger Squad in their offense and defense.

Coming back to their senses, Lu Qingshan and Zhong Ming exchanged glances, and with a shared look, they assigned their targets and, with a flicker of their forms, charged into action.

Li Zu was supporting them from a distance, at the same time controlling the battlefield.

...

Not far from the battlefield at another location.

Dantai Qingrun had already approached the Xuan Ming Master.

"The Cultivator of the Tower of Guarding...." Seeing Dantai Qingrun's proud stance appear before him, Xuan Ming Master cackled and was about to utter some harsh words.

But before he could finish his trash talk, a burst of azure light erupted within Xuan Ming Master's line of sight, sending out an astonishing wave of energy.

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Sword light flickered, and the Spirit Hidden Sword, in its Flying Sword pose, surged forward, tracing a cyan trail as it shot towards the location of his dantian's Golden Core.

Pop! Pop! Pop!

A deafening blast resonated by Xuan Ming Master's ear.

This was the sound of a sonic boom created by Dantai Qingrun's Flying Sword Speed, which had already exceeded supersonic speed.

On the supersonic Flying Spirit Hidden Sword, hundreds of fine strands of sword light attached themselves.

Within Xuan Ming Master's pupils, a hint of sword light coiling around the Spirit Hidden Sword quickly split in two, which then split into four, and in the blink of an eye, turned into one hundred twenty-eight sword lights.

Those shards of sword light immediately merged into this vast river of sword light.

In the differentiation of sword light, they integrated Dantai House's unique Crescent Moon Sword Light.

This was Dantai Qingrun's secret Flying Sword Technique.

With just this technique of Sword Light Differentiation, it was enough to make most Golden Core Sword Cultivators feel inferior.

With the speed of the Flying Sword, if one wants to block the attack through Defensive Techniques, aside from deploying Defensive Techniques in advance, there was no other way.

For Cultivators, casting a sufficiently high-level Defensive Technique in the brief moment between the Flying Sword launching an attack and reaching the targets was virtually impossible.

And those instantly castable lower-grade Defensive Tactics obviously could not withstand the Flying Sword of a Sword Cultivator.

However, although Xuan Ming Master's expression was unsightly, he did not show much panic, seemingly having some confidence.

Sure enough, more than a hundred ferocious-faced resentful spirits suddenly scattered from Xuan Ming Master's robe.

These resentful spirits, emitting piercing screams, viciously met the long river of sword light.

Sizzle!

The two collided, and the resentful spirits melted away under the sword light, immediately burning and disintegrating, leaving only wisps of light smoke floating in the air.

Dantai Qingrun's eyes were deep and intense as he stared fixedly at the black Taoist robe on Xuan Ming Master.

Vaguely visible on the robe were numerous ghostly faces, all ferocious and tormented.

"With the Myriad Ghosts Robe protecting my body, what can you do to me!" Scared by Dantai Qingrun's sudden attack, Xuan Ming Master regained his composure, his voice coming out hoarse and unpleasant.

The Myriad Ghosts Robe, an infamous defensive artifact within the Evil Cultivation Faction, yet also quite rare.

Because in addition to the extremely precious materials required to forge it, it also required the incorporation of human spirits during the forging process.

The more human spirits merged into the robe, the higher the quality of the souls, the stronger the Myriad Ghosts Robe.

Once completed, the robe protected one from myriad evils, impervious to all malevolent forces.

This was Xuan Ming Master's confidence.

But at this moment, a chill suddenly rose in Xuan Ming Master's heart.

Having taken Dantai Qingrun's Flying Sword, the encounter seemed effortless, but the truth was—he was in considerable pain.

In just that instant, more than a hundred of the resentful spirits in his Myriad Ghosts Robe had been annihilated.

Although called the Myriad Ghosts Robe, through years of accumulation, he had barely managed to gather about three thousand souls, far from ten thousand.

In a situation where the surveillance in Great Xia was so strict, the effort he had taken nearly a hundred years to carefully accumulate the number of resentful spirits on his robe to what it was today—to not let his massacre of common people for forging evil artifacts be discovered.

Just this one encounter had cost him one-thirtieth of his effort, equating to several years of arduous work gone up in flames; how could he not feel heartache!

"Myriad Ghosts Robe." Dantai Qingrun muttered quietly, then a murderous intent surged in his eyes: "You deserve to die!"

Dantai Qingrun was well aware that given the number of resentful spirits on Xuan Ming Master's Myriad Ghosts Robe, Xuan Ming Master's hands must be covered in blood, having slaughtered countless innocent commoners.