This Sword Cultivator is Somewhat Dependable-Chapter 1334 - 108: Drinking Like a Whale Without Swallowing the Sea, Sword Qi Already Spanning Autumn

The demonic cultivators obeyed the commands of the Demon Lords without question, not daring to defy them, yet the emotion of fear was something no living being could avoid.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

The attack of the sword cultivators did not let up.

A thousand sword shadows transformed into sword rainbows in the sky, dispersing in all directions, launching a grand massacre.

Though the speed of the swords was fast and the sword edges were sharp, what truly sent chills down one's spine was the icy killing intent contained within.

Gu Qiu gripped the Ant Sword, slashing out yet another strike.

The sword qi surged immensely, vast and boundless, appearing above the azure sky like the waters of a great river.

He was a sword cultivator adept in external swords, and external swords are for close-range combat.

But in Gu Qiu's hands, his prowess with external swords in long-range attacks was even fiercer than internal swords.

The Great Way leads to the same destination.

Once sword cultivators reach a certain realm, the distinction between external and internal swords is no longer as clear as before, instead, they can verify each other.

In the allied camp of the Demon Race.

Demon Lord Tai Xuan watched his subordinates continually fall under the flying swords, yet his expression remained extremely calm, as if it wasn't his people who were dying.

He slightly narrowed his eyes and furrowed his brow slightly.

"Clearly, the highest among them is no more than the Eighth Realm... Everyone knows that aside from Xie Qingyun, the others in the Sword Sect are only in the Eighth Realm... yet why are their Eighth Realm cultivators so formidable?"

The world knew that the Eighth Realm of the Sword Sect was unparalleled in the world.

But up to this moment, Demon Lord Tai Xuan realized that the Eighth Realm of the Sword Sect was even stronger than the rumors, even higher.

Previously, the world, including the Demon Race, focused their attention on sword cultivators mostly on the Sword Immortals, Xie Qingyun, Chu Mushen, and Li Qiubai.

Because in the span of ten thousand years, it was confirmed that only these three sword cultivators had ascended to the Ninth Realm, and besides them, no new Sword Immortal emerged; the others lingered in the Eighth Realm for years.

Is the Eighth Realm weak?

It's not weak.

But in the context of the battle between Tao and demon, the Eighth Realm seemed to be merely stronger cannon fodder.

The War Demon Clan and the Sword Sect had been confronting each other for years, holding considerable fear towards the Eighth Realm sword cultivators.

However, other demon races truly hadn't paid much attention to Eighth Realm cultivators.

Until today, until the Sword Sect ascended to the Central Spirit, until seven hundred sword cultivators guarded one man, until thousands of flying swords crushed everything, displaying their fierce power without restraint, Demon Lord Tai Xuan realized he was mistaken.

The Sword Sect was not just any place.

Sword cultivators were not just any other cultivators.

Hence, no Eighth Realm cultivator could be compared to Sword Sect's Eighth Realm sword cultivators.

"We cannot waste too much time on these sword cultivators."

Demon Lord Tai Xuan raised his head, his gaze piercing through the dense army ahead, landing on the sparse sword cultivators.

He said, "Xie Qingyun's whereabouts are unknown, whether Soul Venerable and Yu Venerable can find him and kill him is still uncertain; therefore, the outcome of the frontline battlefield is exceptionally crucial."

"And this battle, is pivotal.

If we can't take advantage of the aftermath of the Spirit Sea Tide, with the human race's retreat blocked, to annihilate them in one go, letting them safely retreat to the Evernight Mountains to use Heart City as a base to confront us, then it would lead to a tug-of-war of unimaginable duration."

He left one sentence unsaid: that their Heart Demon tribe's "Soul Snatching" this time aimed for a blitzkrieg, a strike catching both sides off-guard.

If it turned into a tug-of-war with an unknown end date, not to mention the variables from the human side, they might also face threats from other demon tribes from the rear.

There was no concept of solidarity among the demon races.

Nor was there the notion that if you fight the human race at the frontline, I will provide support from the rear.

The other Seven Great Holy Demon Clans not only wouldn't provide support, but might also seize the opportunity to make a move on their Incessant Domain, and incidentally snatch away the "peach" they had planned for ten thousand years.

Therefore, the Soul Snatching Battle must end swiftly.

Demon Lord Tai Xuan looked towards Tigerhead City, expressionless: "Continue, even if it's a deity, a Sword Immortal, there will always be a time they tire."

......

The sound of wailing spread, sweeping across the entire battlefield.

Commands were transmitted from Demon Lord Tai Xuan to the demon army.

The demon army advanced towards Tigerhead City like countless clusters of dark clouds.

Blood mist exploded in bursts, creating an exceedingly bloody scene.

Yet the demon army advanced like a cold, emotionless machine, mechanically pushing forward.

As Demon Lord Tai Xuan said, as long as they were human, there would always be a time when strength was exhausted.

The demon army of millions, even if they stood still and let the sword cultivators kill them, would wear them out.

The sound of the charging horn continued without stop.

The charge of the demon army was continuous; they were a force of a million, requiring no rest.

Yet sword cultivators, when striking and retracting their swords, always needed moments to catch their breath.

Every time sword cultivators needed a breather, the demon army could advance a significant distance.

The dense mass of demonic cultivators surged like dark tides, wave after wave, as if before a firm dike.

These tides crashed against the dike, instantly shattering into droplets of water, scattering despondently, falling silently.

The previously overcast sky was stained with a dark, unerasable red.

But regardless of how brutal the battle was, the rear demon army kept advancing recklessly uninhibited.

Their mission was to die, to use their flesh and blood, to keep the advance of the demon forces uninterrupted.

.......

.......

Gu Qiu didn't know how many swords he had swung.

His energy flow had begun to become chaotic.

But he had no time to worry about these; he just focused on swinging his sword, and swinging it again, letting his black hair wildly flutter behind him.

He was indeed a bit tired.

But he never stopped his motions.

At that moment, Gu Qiu's sword-swinging hand suddenly stopped.

He lifted his head and looked ahead.

A green-faced, sharp-toothed Eighth Grade Demon Cultivator was rushing at him from several dozen feet away.

Gu Qiu pulled at the corner of his mouth and casually raised the Ant Sword in his hand.

This distance was already the range for close combat.

It was also the distance where his sword technique could exert the most power.

Therefore, that Eighth Grade Demon Cultivator's physical body instantly shattered, torn apart by the Sword Qi.

However, just like a siege battle, when one person climbs onto the wall, although immediately killed by the defending soldiers, it indicates that the second, third, fourth... countless enemy troops will climb the walls.

And indeed, that's how it was.

The Demon Race paved the road with flesh and blood, finally battling their way into Tigerhead City.

Gu Qiu looked at the endless stream of Demon Race army rushing towards him from several dozen feet away and laughed merrily.

Then he let out a clear roar.

"Sword Sect disciples, carry the Sword Box!"

Immediately, Gu Qiu waved his wrist, and a sandalwood Sword Box was carried on his back.

The Sword Sect's sandalwood Sword Box.

The reason they carried the Sword Box at this moment was because, with the battle reaching this stage, their casualties would be unavoidable.

No matter how strong the Sword Cultivators of Sword Sect were, they were ultimately human, mortal bodies, not an Immortal Body.

In such a war, even having an intact corpse at the end might be impossible for them.

However, what did that matter. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

Having embarked on the western campaign, they were prepared for the resolve of death.

The Sword Box was used to collect swords.

People couldn't return, but living comrades could bring back their swords.

In the next moment, Gu Qiu stood the Ant Sword upright, his movement was extremely graceful.

His eyes reflected the Demon Race army like dark clouds, his expression was cold and filled with vast Element Force pouring into the sword.

"Secret Sword: Myriad Whales!"

The Ant Sword cut across the void, as if opening a portal.

An ancient, vast whale's song, accompanied by the sound of springs, emanated forth.

In the next moment, countless enormous ancient whales emerged from the Ant Sword, shattering the void and swimming forward.

These ancient whales were all formed from Sword Qi.

The ancient whales were Gu Qiu's Sword Qi Spirits.

For the Demon Race army charging ahead, this whale's song was like the soul-reaping melody of the King of Hell.

This was a semi-circular vacuum area.

Gu Qiu stood within it.

Beyond the semicircle.

The Demon Race coalition army, densely packed, like tides crashing against a dam, emitting wails and cries of pain.

It was unknown how many Demon Cultivators were engulfed by the surge of Myriad Whales.

This was truly a scene of unparalleled grandeur.

Standing at the forefront, Gu Qiu was a dam unto himself, yet there was no expression of pride on his face; his eyebrows straight, his demeanor calm.

He did not pay attention to his battle achievements, only quietly watching ahead.

Because the Demon Race army's charge continued.

He held the Ant Sword, advancing rather than retreating, stepping forward.

The sharp and clear sound of sword ringing, like the flow of a spring, resounded.

The hissing Sword Qi sprang forth, like rainbows stretching across.

When Lu Qingshan first joined the Sword Sect, Ji Chuan introduced Autumn Horizon Peak's Peak Master Gu Qiu with these words:

Known for the Ant Sword Token, famed for Sword Qi, and excelling in Secret Sword.

Today, Gu Qiu showed exactly this.

Secret Sword.

Ant Sword.

Whales drink, yet have not swallowed the sea; Sword Qi traverses the Autumn Horizon.