This Sword Cultivator is Somewhat Dependable Chapter 1771 - 12: She Is the Moon_4

But Lu Qingshan did not think so.

Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!

Seven consecutive metal clashing sounds like thunder, seven Taoist Swords advance in succession, forcibly blocking Luohu's fist.

Even so, Lu Qingshan still spewed a mouthful of blood in the end, flying backwards, and when he stabilized his body, all the bones in his body were trembling, with many already shattered.

Even after being weakened by seven layers, the punch hitting his body was still terrifying.

But in the next moment, right before everyone's eyes, Lu Qingshan's injuries healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Wounds healed, flesh regenerated, broken bones reformed.

In just an instant, Lu Qingshan returned to his original state, as if the injury had never happened.

The mockery on Luohu's face instantly froze.

"You can't kill me." Lu Qingshan said with a smile.

"Heavenly River Sea's force?!" Luohu's frozen expression quickly returned to normal.

How sharp are the Demon Holy's eyes? With just one glance, he saw through the source of Lu Qingshan's current anomaly, "So this is your trump card."

"Although it surprises me, but if I directly annihilate you, can you still resurrect?"

What Luohu said was precisely the only flaw in Lu Qingshan's current "Immortal and Indestructible".

Only if he's still alive can he be indestructible.

"That punch of mine just now, was only five parts strength." His sneer spread to Lu Qingshan's ears.

This was no brag—so far, Luohu's moves had been the simplest and most direct punches thrown, not to mention using battle tactics and methods, he hadn't even moved his steps.

"And by relying on this, at most you have some self-preservation strength when facing me, but to defeat me, this is far from enough." Luohu laughed as he looked at Lu Qingshan, seemingly treating Lu Qingshan's tactics as petty tricks.

"Collecting seven Dragon Balls can summon the Dragon God, now I've gathered seven Taoist Swords, killing a Demon Holy isn't too much, is it?" Lu Qingshan said softly.

Although now isn't the time for jokes, he doesn't care about these.

Seven Life-bound Swords, swirling around his body like seven Youlongs.

Luohu naturally couldn't understand the "joke" in Lu Qingshan's words, but that didn't affect his understanding of Lu Qingshan's meaning.

Then, he laughed, a cheerful laugh.

"Interesting, interesting!"

"Lu Qingshan, I've changed my mind. I don't want to kill you anymore."

"Join our Demon Race! Territory? Beauties? Whatever you want, I can give you, even this Human Realm, I can let you govern, as long as you are willing to submit to me, let me plant the Demonic Seal, how about it?"

Luohu's proposition changed very suddenly.

Before achieving sanctity, his plan was to make Lu Qingshan pay blood debts, but now he wants Lu Qingshan to submit to him.

Because just now, when Luohu thought Lu Qingshan was dead under his fist, the emotion back in his mind was not entirely satisfaction, instead, more was lackluster.

What do the strongest fear most?

Loneliness.

For Luohu, after achieving sanctity, lifespan is endless, living will become an eternal thing.

Such eternal life needs a companion, or an opponent.

Luohu feels his current everything, future achievements, should have an audience.

Who is qualified to be this audience?

Naturally, only Lu Qingshan.

The person most unwilling to kill the second strongest in the world, is the first strongest.

But there is a premise.

The second strongest in the world must never have the possibility of surpassing the first strongest.

If this point cannot be guaranteed.

The first strongest can only "painfully" kill the second strongest.

So, Luohu is now giving Lu Qingshan such a choice.

To be the eternal second strongest, or to die.

"Submit to you, join the Demon Race?" Lu Qingshan looked at Luohu and laughed too.

"My Sect is the world's best Sect."

Unyielding Qingyun's ambition, not slaying nameless ones; a point of Vast Righteousness Qi, a thousand miles of delightful breeze; dissatisfaction of the heart can dissipate with wine, whereas the world's discontent only a sword can disperse....

There will never be a second Sect like this in the world.

"My sword is the world's best sword."

Demon Suppressing Peach Blossom Oblivion Dragon Sparrow Heaven and Earth Fuyou Lieque.

Seven Taoist Swords circle around, perfect without flaw.

"My Dao Companion is the world's most beautiful woman." Lu Qingshan gazed at Xia Daoyun, smiling slightly.

No need for shallow blue and light red color, naturally the first class flower.

"So, I ask you, on what basis do you want me to submit to you?"

"Your best Sect will no longer exist after today, your sword is still your sword, I only believe in my own Strength, not interested in these external things, as for Dao Companion..."

"Our Demon Race has countless beauties, all at your disposal."

"You are a Human Race's radiance, so you need to know...."

"Around the sun, it's impossible to have just one star." Luohu said calmly.

"No," Lu Qingshan shook his head, "She's not a star, she's the moon, her light outshines the stars and is unique."

Before the sound faded, the young Sword Immortal in a black and gold Sect Master's robe, silently mouthed one word in his heart, "Kill!"

In the next moment, Lu Qingshan's figure disappeared from the spot.

And along with that, his seven swords also vanished.

(Oh my, February actually only has 28 days!)