Chapter 95: Ning to advance at 1 and not to stop at 1

Jianzong.
Xixiang the old sat comfortably in the temple.
Recently, he has been in a very good mood.
Suddenly, the old Jianxiu's expression changed, and his eyes swept towards the gate.
A monk was hurriedly coming in through the outer door.
"Li Zixu, could it be that the interrogation has made any major gains, and the behavior is so rushed?" Xixiang got up quickly, looked at the young monk who walked in, realized something, and frowned.
The young man who came in was the monk Zhishoulou who was sent by Daxia to assist Jianzong in interrogating the monks in the underworld, the prison secretary Li Zixu.
This person is proficient in interrogation. In recent decades, his "performance" has been sturdy, and he has pried out a lot of information from those underground monks who can't get in with oil and salt. Therefore, he has risen to fame and knows that the guards are highly regarded.
Li Zixu arched his hand and said eagerly, "I don't know where Lu Qingshan is now?
The news I just got here is that this time the underground monks dispatched two batches of monks to kill him, and the imaginary monks that Guizong won this time were just one of them! "
"What, the thirty-two cultivating monks are just one of the underworld monks?!" Xixiang's face changed suddenly, and she immediately realized the seriousness of the matter, "ask when the second batch of underworld monks are going to do it, and where? Do it, how do you do it?"
Li Zixu's face was embarrassed, "A real man, you also know that the monks of the underground palace have done a good job of keeping secrets. I also used some special methods to learn the news from the head of Yindu. As for the details, This person also doesn't know.
As for the remaining 31 underworld monks, they don’t even know that there are two batches of monks...."
One of the important reasons why the underworld monks have accumulated so much for so many years is that they have done a good job of confidentiality.
In terms of information confidentiality, the prefecture is a double insurance method.
First, set up various methods for the subordinates, so that once they reveal information about the underworld, they will gather and disperse.
But you have Zhang Liangji, I have a wall ladder, no matter how powerful the method is, it is inevitable that the human monk will find a way to crack it.
Therefore, the Jifu has set up a second insurance method, which is to keep the classified information confidential-as long as their subordinates don't know anything, even if they want to leak the secrets, what can they disclose?
For example, this time, two groups of underground monks were responsible for the same task, but apart from the fact that Yin Du and Yuan Cang, who were the head, knew a little bit of inside information, the remaining thirty-one cultivating monks were all asking three questions.
Xixiang took a few steps in the hall and immediately responded.
He hurriedly sent a sword letter to Lu Qingshan first, informing him of this horrifying news.
In the end, Jianxin was completely dead.
A bad premonition flooded my mind.
Xixiang did not hesitate, and apologized to Li Zixu before leaving the peak to find Lu Qingshan in person.
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A quarter of an hour later, Jianzong was in charge of the post peak of Lingxin turnover.
"What, Lu Qingshan left the sect a day ago?!" Xixiang's face suddenly darkened, "Do you know why he left the sect?"
"It's a letter from the Southern Territory's family of Senior Brother Qingshan. I don't know the specific situation.
But after receiving the Lingxin, Senior Brother Qingshan hurriedly left the sect, thinking what happened to his family? That's why he hurried back..." The Yi Chuanfeng disciple saw that his uncle's expression was wrong, and quickly recalled the specific situation and gave his own judgment.
"Under this situation, there is a letter from the family..." Xixiang's face grew gloomy.
He was 90% sure in his heart, this must be the second batch of monks in the underworld.
To be honest, he really couldn't understand why the monks of the underground palace value Lu Qingshan so much?
Even if this Lu Qingshan is a disciple of his sect that he valued extremely, he already felt that it was too exaggerated for the underworld to dispatch thirty-two cultivators to encircle Lu Qingshan.
But who could have thought that such a big battle would be only half of the manpower dispatched by the underworld?
Thirty-two cultivators will come again. Without him, how would Lu Qingshan survive?
Jianzong has never had a so-called protectorate because of its own "Zongmen culture" and the number of people.
After all, the young eagle will never learn to fly under the protection of the eagle.
But the situation that Lu Qingshan encountered was clearly beyond the scope of his control, and as a senior of the Sword Sect, he had to help him.
Xixiang didn't dare to think about it any more, and immediately sent a letter to summon nearly ten meditation monks, and rushed to the southern region.
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Finally, in Yuan Cang's indifferent eyes, Lu Qingshan moved.
With twenty-four sword wounds, he unrelentingly launched the twenty-fifth attack.
Lu Qingshan strode forward, he even staggered due to excessive blood loss.
Wang Chuan was cold in his hands, but the blood in his body was getting hotter and hotter, and the murderous intent in his chest was boiling, and it was gushing out.
Lu Qingshan's footsteps are getting faster and faster, stepping on the ground full of gullies, like a war drum, banging.
The power of one person is like a torrent of iron and steel charging.
Lu Qingshan's gaze was a sword, and he shot Yuan Cang who was standing still, motionless like a mountain, so he could wait for his attack.
In the first twenty-four times, Lu Qingshan's injuries had been so severe that he was hanging on to his life with one breath, but Yuan Cang was unharmed, and he had not even moved an inch in his footsteps.
He did have the confidence and capital not to put Lu Qingshan in his eyes.
Yuan Cang was already in front of him.
Lu Qingshan's face was expressionless, and his Qi flow reached its peak state.
His mind quickly moved to the true spirit of the green snake in the sea of ​​consciousness.
A sword gas swam above Wangchuan and exploded.
Full of Jian Qing Qi was born, and the Jian Qi layered on top of each other.
A green snake turned out.
This was not enough. The long-standing killing intent in Lu Qingshan's body rushed out like a wild horse like a wild horse.
One air overwhelmed one air, murderous overwhelming silence.
One intention overlaps one intention, twenty-four levels of killing intent overlap each other.
This time, the name of this killing intent is called...
The true meaning of destruction!
Between life and death, the Sword Intent of Killing, who was only close to being promoted, finally advanced to the true meaning of destruction at this moment.
The true meaning of destruction is the ultimate "damage increase", and it instantly melts into the green snake sword aura rising against the storm.
The charm of the green snake skyrocketed, and there were scales on the snake's body.
Yuan Cang, who had been sitting steadily on Mount Tai, could not help frowning when he saw this scene, and said to himself: "It's really beyond my expectation..."
In this green snake sword aura that fused the sword aura, the true meaning of destruction, and the power of the mountains and seas, he felt a faint threat for the first time.
This feeling made him lose the superiority of the cat opera mouse and also made him lose patience.
He is not going to play with Lu Qingshan anymore.
Anyway, he's so cool.
This time, it will be the last offensive launched by Lu Qingshan.
He has made up his mind to end this kid's play.
However, for now, let's stop this green snake sword energy first.
With a movement in Yuan Cang's heart, the black sword in his hand suddenly smashed down, and a huge sword beam burst out like a rainbow.
The Jian Gang formed by Yuanli has the irresistible power to break the momentum. Even if it faces the green snake sword energy released by Shanglu Qingshan, it is not afraid of the green snake sword energy that can be called the gods in technical terms.
It is still the easiest one to drop ten meetings.
The sword green snake in Wangchuan is approaching.
The blue energy is overwhelming, and the power may not be earth-shattering, but the boldness is rare in the world.
When the two sword auras were about to confront, in the corner of Lu Qingshan's eyes, there was a wonderful red figure.
Lu Qingshan twitched at the corner of his mouth.
Since the first confrontation, after Longque's hands were released, Lu Qingshan changed his sword to Wangchuan, but he has never recovered the Longque.
That's because the dragon sparrow has spirit, and he needs the dragon sparrow's help at critical times.
To deal with Yuan Cang, there is no need to think about distracting and communicating with Qin Yitian, because his mind has to concentrate on his own swordsmanship, not daring to be distracted, so that he has a little chance to complete the comeback.
However, he believed that Qin Yitian would definitely show up when he needed it.
This is the trust and tacit understanding cultivated by the sword master and the natal sword in countless battles side by side.
Yitian...
We have a clear heart, don't we?
Qin Yitian waved the dragon bird in his hand.
Break the law!
The sword gang formed by Yuan Cang's Yuan power dissipated out of thin air under Qin Yitian's sword.
No matter how obstructed the green snake is, its sword tongue can't wait to lick Yuan Cang's face.
Yuan Cang's face suddenly changed, and he was caught off guard by the sudden appearance of the stunning sword-holding woman and the collapse of his own sword gang.
But even so, Yuan Cang is still confident.
Because he is a cultivator of God.
For the first time, a solemn expression flashed in his eyes.
He is really serious.
Whoosh!
A second sword appeared in Yuan Cang's left hand which had been emptied.
His natal sword is actually two handles!
Yuan Cang picked up his left hand slightly, and a strong killing sword intention blessed his left sword, piercing the head of the oncoming green snake.
The ferocious green snake was pressed against his forehead by the point of the sword stabbed by Yuan Cang, and his whole body was shaking constantly, trying to move forward, swallowing Yuan Cang into his abdomen.
Compared with the huge green snake sword aura, Yuan Cang's sword looked extremely small.
But it was such a small sword, but it happened to be like a Dinghai divine needle, blocking the green snake three feet in front of him.
At the same time, Yuan Cang poured out a layer of Yuanli shield, protecting himself in it.
This is to prevent Qin Yitian from appearing suddenly.
The elemental power shield is not a clever defense method, and the spiritual power shield is a nature thing, but the most basic way of using mana, it is the simplest means of protection.
However, due to the momentum of Yuanli's crushing of spiritual power, even the simplest Yuanli shield can not be broken by the Yuan Ying monks who have not yet cultivated the original power.
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The place in front of Yuan Cang was windy and rainy, and the strong wind brought by the green snake stirred up dust in the sky.
The huge strength above the green snake sword aura pushed Yuan Cang back several feet, his legs sunk deep into the ground, mud and gravel splashing under his feet.
But even so, the green snake sword aura is still the left-hand sword that has been unable to break through Yuan Cang.
Moreover, the sword energy that constitutes the green snake-shaped body is constantly dissipating, and its power is constantly weakening.
Finally, Yuan Cang's left sword tore the green snake.
But at the moment when the green snake disintegrated, Lu Qingshan didn't breathe a single breath, he actually bullied himself again, and pierced his forehead with a biting sword.
"Where does his power come from?!" Yuan Cang felt a little panic for the first time.
He clearly felt that Lu Qingshan had exhausted his whole body's strength in the last sword.
In the sword handed out again, the power seemed to be born out of thin air, which was totally unreasonable.
Yuan Cang was horrified and surprised, but Lu Qingshan was almost deadly calm.
At this moment, his body was burning like a volcano, and the pain was unspeakable.
Secret Sword, Zhentian!
Because, in such a bad state, he chose to overload the secret sword of the heavens.
This behavior is no different from seeking a dead end.
But Lu Qingshan can't care about these now.
If you leave the town, you may die.
Nothing... will definitely die.
He has no choice.
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The son of a thousand gold does not sit in the hall. In this situation, Yuan Cang still retains the superiority and pride of the cultivator.
Lu Qingshan desperately, he is not ready to risk himself.
He could see that Lu Qingshan's sword was the last struggle.
That being the case, why would he fight against him?
If it's a careless move, maybe I will suffer a little injury, why bother?
Just stop it.
As long as he stopped his offensive and supported Lu Qingshan with a sigh of relief, he would collapse, and he didn't need to make another move.
Yuan Cang thought so in his heart, and did so.
He had two swords in his hand that could block with one sword and attack with one sword, but in the end he chose the two swords to cross in front of him, showing a full defense.
the other side.
Desperately?
Lu Qingshan is more than desperate, he is completely swinging the sword with his life.
At the beginning, after practicing Dragon Elephant Profound Art in Jitang Temple, and opening the three hundred and sixty Yuan Apertures, even though he was only practicing Qi cultivation at that time, he already vaguely felt the life wheel hidden deep in his body.
Now, his cultivation has reached the perfection of the Nascent Soul, and his response to the life wheel is definitely far better than when he is refining Qi.
What is the chakra of life is actually the chakra of human life.
The life wheel keeps turning, and people are endless.
But once the life wheel stops running, this person will die.
Yuan Cang didn't understand where Lu Qingshan gave birth to an extremely powerful divine power when he exhausted his entire body.
This power was not born out of thin air, it was because Lu Qingshan used the magical powers of the Dragon Elephant Profound Art, and seeing the gods is not bad!
The sight of the gods who broke the three hundred and sixty yuan-apertures is not bad, allowing Lu Qingshan to dominate the power in his body and gain insight.
This time, what he used was the power of the life wheel that he had seen.
That round of invisible, hidden deep, golden life wheel, began to spin fast.
It looks like a fast-forward clock and a grinding disc that rotates fast.
With the rotation of the life wheel, a burst of blood suddenly overflowed from it, turning into an extremely powerful force, supporting him to cut out this sword.
The first sword in Zhentian was bought by Lu Qingshan for his hundred years of life~EbookFREE.me~ Clang!
Under the sword of Lu Qingshan, the two swords in Yuan Cang's hand were immediately bounced off.
A mouthful of blood spurted from both populations at the same time.
Yuan Cang looked mad, and looked at Lu Qingshan's pale face, even though it was full of blood, and smiled.
No matter how hard you are, so what?
Am I still blocking it?
Lu Qingshan twitched the corner of his mouth, as if he had understood the sarcasm in Yuan Cang's eyes.
So, his right hand holding the sword stab forward again.
Zhentian, the second sword.
This time, he exchanged his two hundred years of life for the second sword.
With this sword, only one sword left in Yuan Cang's hand also flew.
But this was not over yet, Zhentian's second sword pierced forward and pierced Yuan Cang's last defense method, Yuanli protection.
A sunken point appeared at the junction of the Wangchuan sword tip in Lu Qingshan's hand and Yuan Cang's eyebrows.
On the Yuanli shield, Yuanli overflows to the surroundings centered on the tip of the sword, gradually becoming thinner.
At the same time, the power in Lu Qingshan's sword was quickly fading.
After Yixi's confrontation, Wang Chuan finally exhausted himself three inches from Yuan Cang's forehead.
At this moment of life and death, there was only blood on his face. The bloodless Lu Qingshan slowly closed his eyes and swung his sword again.
Zhentian, the third sword.
He traded the third sword with a three-hundred-year life.
Since the first sword was swung...
In Lu Qingshan's heart, there is only thinking about progress, no thinking about storage, and no thinking about retreat.
If one sword fails, then the second sword, the third sword, and even the fourth sword, the fifth sword...
Yuan Ying has a thousand years of life, Lu Qingshan is 21 this year, and he has 979 years of life.
In the line between life and death, no longer consider life and death.
Today, either I, Lu Qingshan, killed my life and died, or I was beheaded to death.
Ning is thinking about progress, not thinking about stopping!