This Sword Cultivator is Somewhat Dependable-Chapter 1697 - 47: Lu Qingshan, Hair as White as Snow

Above the Nine Heavens.

The vast Element Force surged, and Demonic Qi swept open.

Lu Qingshan stood on the void, surrounded by Flying Swords, with the Demon Suppressing Sword in hand exuding an astonishing sharpness, closely watching Chi Venerable.

The latter, holding a Red Halberd, had overwhelming Demonic Qi erupting upwards from behind.

Chi Venerable's senses were astonishing, able to detect the violent loss of Lu Qingshan's life force while dueling.

"So you know you can't escape death, hence you're going all out?" he taunted.

Lu Qingshan merely grinned, though that grin harbored a few traces of coldness.

He did not respond, instead gripping the Demon Suppressing Sword tightly, while the Purple Gold Lotus between his eyebrows suddenly blossomed with brilliant light.

Subsequently, the Sword Domain seemed to burn brighter than before.

In an instant.

A Taoist Seal flickered in Lu Qingshan's palm, followed by a Heaven and Earth-shattering sound spreading forth.

The earth cracked, became barren, and simultaneously, a tremendous power roared up from the ground like Azure Dragons, pouring into Lu Qingshan's body.

Power of the Mountains and Seas.

As Lu Qingshan's cultivation improved, his Mountains and Seas Taoist Spell achieved mastery. Even high above the Nine Heavens, he could seize the power of the mountains and seas across space.

Lu Qingshan's aura expanded, the Demon Suppressing Sword glowed darkly, the previously invisible sword teeth emerged boldly, emanating a chilling light that made one shiver.

"Cultivating evil arts, wielding a Demonic Sword of your sect, the Sword Sect master, truly more demonic than the Demon Race!" Chi Venerable looked at the battle-ready Lu Qingshan, snorting coldly, "But to fight against me, pass through two more Heavenly Tribulations first!"

To Chi Venerable, a Seventh Tribulation Realm Sword Cultivator was still nothing!

A cold light flashed in Chi Venerable's eyes, and with a movement, he ripped through space like a phantom, striking at Lu Qingshan with indescribable speed.

The Red Halberd imbued with Demonic Qi smashed Lu Qingshan's body, but no blood appeared.

Because he hit only Lu Qingshan's afterimage.

Lu Qingshan's true form had already evaded in an instant.

As the assault missed, Chi Venerable's pupils contracted slightly, but he wasn't panicked. He swiftly turned around, lifting the Red Halberd upwards.

Clang!

The profound black Demon Suppressing Sword arrived with imposing power, clashing with Chi Venerable's rising Red Halberd, erupting in visible powerful energy waves.

As Lu Qingshan slightly retracted his arm, he shook his wrist again, the sword teeth of the Demon Suppressing Sword gleaming brilliantly, spitting out countless Demonic Qi, transforming into numerous Demonic Qi Flying Swords, wildly bombarding Chi Venerable.

Each Demonic Qi Flying Sword held terrifying power.

Facing the overwhelming oncoming Demonic Qi Flying Swords, Chi Venerable let out a sinister laugh, as Demonic Qi erupted from his body.

Boom boom boom!

The ferocious Demonic Qi Flying Swords clashed with the erupting Demonic Qi on Chi Venerable's body, all dissipating.

"As expected of the Demon Soldier of the Wilderness Sacred Ancestor," Chi Venerable looked at the Demon Suppressing Sword in Lu Qingshan's hand, frowning slightly, "Though I don't know how it fell into your hands, it's time for it to return to its owner."

"Die for me!"

The next moment, Chi Venerable roared fiercely, his body flashing with black light, appearing directly above Lu Qingshan, striking downwards with the Red Halberd.

There wasn't much skill, nor any profound insights, only incredibly overwhelming force.

Where the halberd passed, a visible black fissure remained.

It was as if this strike could slash the world itself.

"Qingshan?" Xia Daoyun, facing two foes simultaneously, kept a part of her mind constantly aware of Lu Qingshan's situation, and couldn't help but change color seeing Lu Qingshan not retreating from such a strike.

Lu Qingshan didn't retreat because even if he retreated now, it would be hard to dodge this strike.

This strike seemed slow visually, but in reality, it locked onto him, sealing the surrounding space, with endless Demonic Qi, it was an attack that had to be resisted head-on.

Boom!

Endless Demonic Qi crushed from all directions, applying tremendous pressure on Lu Qingshan.

The explosive power of a top-tier Demon Lord was extremely terrifying, capable of obliterating one's form and spirit at any time.

Yet, Lu Qingshan was still Lu Qingshan, possessing the ability to defy fate.

He and Luo Qiantuo had fought for nearly a month, amassing incredibly rich experience.

Lu Qingshan let out a low shout, embodying the Dustless Fighting Chamber, where a Sword Qi Lotus bloomed, shining with purple-gold brilliance.

It was an extremely rare Purple Gold Lotus, reflecting the glowing purple-gold lotus mark on Lu Qingshan's forehead.

This was his pinnacle sword technique, where every thought and move was an absolute sword, a marvelous sword.

But even so, after this clash, Lu Qingshan's form was sent flying horizontally, covered in blood in an instant, with cracks appearing on his physical body.

His Primordial Spirit was also shaken, but far stronger than his cultivation and physical body, it quickly stabilized.

Still, it was extremely difficult.

Not only was he injured, but to withstand this attack, Lu Qingshan sacrificed a large portion of his life force.

With the previous consumption, his life force was reduced by another 5%.

Originally only 70% of his life force remained, now another 5% was gone!

....

Chi Venerable had no intention to stop there, his eyes filled with a surge of killing intent that chilled the heart.

His Red Halberd evolved into day and night again, flying forward, aiming at Lu Qingshan.

Unrelated to the stars and moon, even heaven and earth dimmed, only terrifying, ocean-like aura spread around.

Chi Venerable wanted to suppress Lu Qingshan with one strike.

Lu Qingshan's ire boiled, his white hair danced wildly without wind, as if it was set ablaze.