This Sword Cultivator is Somewhat Dependable Chapter 1773 - 13: As Light as a Feather, As Wild as Grass_2

Another loud bang.

The next moment, Lu Qingshan's body shot upward like a celestial ascension in broad daylight, breaking through the water and disappearing into the sea of clouds.

The Demon Dragon followed closely, soaring upward, like a hunter pursuing its prey, fierce and savage.

Within the sea of clouds.

Lu Qingshan had not given up the fight.

But his arm was completely twisted, accompanied by unprecedented intense pain.

The spiritual power of Oblivion was continuously healing his injuries, yet the Demon Dragon was constantly destroying his physical body.

Healing and destruction occurred simultaneously, countless times every breath.

"Immortal and Indestructible" at this moment became the source of his pain instead.

Under such pain, even a determined cultivator might develop a yearning for death and willingly abandon the spiritual energy of Oblivion.

Lu Qingshan's eyes were wide with a splitting gaze, no exception.

Suffering this unimaginable pain, he truly comprehended the weight of the phrase "wish to die."

Each time the thought of giving up crossed his mind, Lu Qingshan couldn't help but find it amusing.

Laughing at himself, though called a Sword Immortal, in essence, he was still a mortal.

Yet, under such pain, he couldn't laugh; his lips merely twitched.

Not just his lips, pain caused his entire body to twitch violently, but he made no sound, just gritted his teeth, silently enduring the pain, drawing spiritual power from the boundless Heavenly River Sea, injecting it into his ravaged body.

Crack... Snap...

His bones were continuously smashed, yet constantly regrouped, emitting a sound that made one's scalp crawl.

This was a torture unheard of in the world.

Yet Lu Qingshan persisted, his pitch-black eyes contained no hatred or anger, only a raging fire.

Though trapped in hellish pain, the flame in his heart burned hotter than ever.

As long as he was alive, the flame would not extinguish.

Like a silent volcano, calm on the surface, but the magma boiled within.

Either it erupts in silence, or dies out in silence.

The flame fears only not burning fiercely enough, not burning out.

Huff!

The bright and intense flame burned not only in Lu Qingshan's heart but also surged on the Dragon Sparrow.

Dragon Sparrow, forward, slash down.

Then, the Demon Dragon was beheaded.

Spell Breaking!

Lu Qingshan used the Spell Breaking Divine Ability to decisively break through the Demon Dragon, regaining his stance.

With both hands gripping his sword, the tip pointed downward, he roared and pressed down fiercely.

Hence, with his sword, the point aimed at Luohu's neck, he descended from the heavens.

Above wasn't just the Damocles Sword, it could also be the Sword of Lu Qingshan.

Where the sword point fell, all the cloud qi shattered instantly, then chased by Lu Qingshan's aura, followed the sword to stab towards Luohu.

Luohu sneered.

With fingers hooked and legs kicked in mid-air, he leaped.

This was his first move.

It meant this was his first real strike.

Formidable Fist Aura erupted from his right fist, like a Heavenly Dragon, tearing the sky, directly targeting the young Sword Immortal descending from above.

Lu Qingshan watched as Luohu brought Fist Aura from below, knowing the final result of this collision, yet he did not evade.

Let's see what happens!

The shredded cloud qi gathered around the sword, extending the Demon Suppressing from its original three feet to become an unprecedentedly long sword.

The sword point aimed directly at Luohu below.

Xia Daoyun watched this sword across the sea, awe-struck.

Lu Qingshan's sword, no matter from which angle it's viewed, already reached the pinnacle of Sword Cultivation.

Considering it alongside history, there was none that could compare.

Even if ultimately defeated, it still captured her heart completely.

....

The sword and fist collided with no avoidance.

The great sword abruptly halted, ceasing its descent.

A magnificent sword flower exploded in front, then the Sword Qi fell down like torrential rain.

Yet Luohu remained unmoved, allowing the Sword Qi to pour down, with all the Sword Qi dissipating inches from his skin.

He made no moves, relying solely on the vigorous aura contained within the Demon Holy's physical body to withstand the leaked Sword Qi from Lu Qingshan's ultimate move.

Not just the breaking Sword Qi.

Luohu punched through the Sword Qi, striking the sword point, powerful force once more blasted Lu Qingshan away.

Unsatisfied, he unexpectedly pulled out a lightning spear from the sky with bare hands.

This lightning was magnificent, spreading infinite divine might.

Then, Luohu hurled the lightning spear at the retreating Lu Qingshan.

Before standing upright, Lu Qingshan was pierced by the lightning spear.

A scarlet blood flower bloomed on his chest, flesh and blood blurred, then the lightning shot through his body, nailing Lu Qingshan in the void.

Sizzle sizzle sizzle!

The lightning emanated power, along the way destroying Lu Qingshan's physical body.

"Thunder Beast..." Lu Qingshan's eyes widened, glaring at Luohu.

Luohu's method of tearing out lightning from the void was the unique bloodline talent of the Thunder Beast Demon Clan, one of the Eight Great Holy Demon Clans.

At this moment, Luohu's blood qi surged like the open sea, and another lightning spear appeared in his hand.

Looking down at Lu Qingshan, his gaze nearly pitying, "What is the point?"

Repeated attacks, repeated injuries, yet this cycle brought him not even a hint of threat.

So, what was exactly the meaning of such persistence?

He looked melancholy.

The present Lu Qingshan, although capable of bringing moments of surprise, was far inferior in comparison, despite his tricks, ultimately futile.

This battle, to him, was outright domination, devoid of stimulation.

Perhaps reaching this realm made craving a thrilling fight a luxury, Luohu reflected.

....

Lu Qingshan's face was somewhat pale, lifting his head, gazing at Luohu's location.

Purple gold brilliance lingered around his brows, a Purple Gold Lotus blooming with radiant splendor.

Slowly seeping from his pores, then cascading down, soaking the Purple Gold Lotus, further staining his clothes red.

Throughout the battle, Lu Qingshan had lacked any ability to counter.

Yet, persisting until now against the Demon Holy alone was an exceptionally laudable feat.

At present, Luohu represented absolute strength and rules.

Even with an entire Heavenly River Sea as his backup, Lu Qingshan could only hold on, incapable of mounting even a token retaliation.

For the Heavenly River Sea was mighty strength, not absolute strength.

Only absolute power could contend with another absolute power.

It's a straightforward principle.