This Sword Cultivator is Somewhat Dependable-Chapter 1326 - 102: Eyes_3

Green tinged with purple, with a hint of gold.

The Green Snake whistled forward along the direction pointed by the sword tip, with a whoosh, sweeping across two First Tribulation Realm Demonic Cultivators.

"Ah..." The two also screamed miserably, eyes filled with terror, unable to believe this scene.

Their vitality was being obliterated, their physical bodies bloodied, destroyed under the onslaught of Lu Qingshan's Sword Qi Spirit.

Just one Sword Qi Spirit killed two First Tribulation Realm Demonic Cultivators.

"Whoosh!"

Meanwhile, Lu Qingshan swung his sword again.

Amidst the flames of Dragon Sparrow, Primordial Spirit Fire ignited once more at this moment.

This was the Primordial Spirit Power drawn by the Sword Domain's secret 'Sight.'

An incomparable sword light blossomed, like a blazing sun, fiercely radiant, bursting forth from Dragon Sparrow to engulf another First Tribulation Realm Demonic Cultivator.

In a hysterical scream, he plummeted straight from the sky.

Although his body seemed incredibly intact compared to his fallen companions, it was actually more miserable.

Because his Primordial Spirit was completely shattered, leaving only an empty shell.

Lu Qingshan displayed great power, sweeping in all directions.

Blood rain continuously fell in his purple-gold Sword Domain, appearing both tragically beautiful and splendid.

This left everyone utterly frightened, their hearts chilled.

How could it be like this?

The combat power Lu Qingshan displayed at this moment was worlds apart from that shown in the recent battle against Tian Mang, completely overturning expectations.

The Demonic Cultivators fled in a panic.

Lu Qingshan snorted coldly, striking continuously, the sword light crossing and sweeping with unmatched sharpness, quelling enemies in all directions, fully showcasing the power of the Integration Perfection Realm.

Puff, puff, puff!

The Flying Sword continuously pierced through the shells of the Demonic Cultivators, causing heavy casualties.

Lu Qingshan chased after them alone, practically sweeping through, with nothing able to stop him.

The Demonic Cultivators were in full retreat, and after the deaths of nearly ten of their companions, the remaining ones finally escaped from the range of Lu Qingshan's Sword Domain.

That suffocating oppression immediately disappeared.

They no longer hesitated, flying rapidly along their chosen direction, completely disheveled.

But escaping Lu Qingshan's Sword Domain did not mean escaping his pursuit.

He had spent two hundred million Experience Points enhancing Heart Eye for this moment.

The thirty-thousand-mile Flying Sword Range Amplification, even restricted by Element Force supply, diminishing the sword's power during flight, and considering factors like endurance, could not truly make thirty thousand miles the Flying Sword's effective range.

But with Lu Qingshan's current abundant cultivation and strong Primordial Spirit, he could maintain the sword's power at no less than eighty percent within five thousand miles.

This led to the happening of the absurd scene before their eyes.

Normally, the incredibly proud First Tribulation Realm Cultivators were now being chased by a Flying Sword, all in a rout, blood splattering, in utter panic, extraordinarily miserable.

Occasionally, a Demonic Cultivator succumbed to the sword's might, exploding on Heaven's Vault, blood flowers blossoming.

This scene lasted nearly ten breaths before it ended.

Nearly twenty First Tribulation Realm Demonic Cultivators, in the end, only three managed to escape with their lives.

Lu Qingshan stood in the Void, watching the direction of the retreating surviving Demonic Cultivators, his expression calm and indifferent, a faint, almost imperceptible smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

After standing still for a moment, it seemed Lu Qingshan had discovered something, suddenly raising his head to stare intently at a spot in the empty Heaven's Vault.

Once he calmed down from battle, the powerful Primordial Spirit of Soul Realm Perfection made him vaguely feel as if a pair of eyes had been watching him from there.

"There's nothing... did I sense wrong?" But after looking for a long time, Lu Qingshan found nothing abnormal, so he shook his head and withdrew his gaze.

Afterwards, Lu Qingshan rose up with sword control again, flying towards a certain direction in the Great Wilderness.

The purpose was incredibly clear.