Chapter 30 It’s Not Too Late

In the snow.

King Shura of the Black Armor Domain and the new leader of the Sword Sect lay motionless.

"Where did that last sword come from?" Luo Qituo, whose human form was almost invisible and looked like a corpse eaten by vultures, spoke hoarsely.

Even the peerless sword, which can be said to be truly invincible in the world, still could not directly kill Luo Qiantuo.

Of course, the only difference between Luo Qituo and the dead at this time is that he can still speak.

Lu Qingshan was not surprised.

Because when he found out that he had not received the experience point acquisition prompt, he knew that Luo Qiantuo was still alive.

Lu Qingshan, who had begun to lose consciousness, did not reply when faced with Luo Qiantuo's question.

One is that I don’t want to, and the other is that I can’t.

His situation is not much better than that of Luo Qiantuo.

Lu Qingshan was not prepared to use the remaining strength to argue with Luo Qiantuo.

Where did this sword come from?

This sword was an unparalleled sword that burned away the source of life in an instant. It was unimaginable. Lu Qingshan, who had mastered the indestructibility of seeing the gods, thought about it a little. With just one sword, about 30% of his life source was taken away.

Whether it is as short as an instant or as large as 30%, it represents an absolute price.

If Lu Qingshan were not young and his life source was extremely strong, he might even die on the spot - just like if an adult donates a thousand milliliters of blood in batches within a year, it may not hurt, but if he takes away a thousand milliliters of blood in one go It will definitely endanger lives.

And you must know that blood can be regenerated after all... but the loss of the origin of life is irreversible.

You paid such a high price, so...what if you don't die?

Lu Qingshan grinned.

"I'll leave the rest to you." He said in his heart.

"Okay." A muffled voice responded.

The next moment, there was a dense red light.

A woman in a red dress and a red sword appeared in the snow, like a fire lotus blooming in the ice and snow.

Luo Qiantuo suddenly raised his eyelids, stunned, then suddenly realized, and then his face was full of bitterness.

The reason why he spoke was not because he was really curious about where Lu Qingshan's sword came from, although he was indeed a little curious.

The main purpose is just to test and delay time.

There is no doubt that Luo Qiantuo's injuries were much more serious than Lu Qingshan's, and he just breathed a sigh of relief.

Even if he was lucky enough to escape this disaster and return to the King's City of Pagoda with a supply of resources from the region, it would still take at least a hundred years for him to recover from his injuries.

But he is King Shura, a demon cultivator known for his physical strength. Even if the injury is serious, as long as he is given half a quarter of an hour, he can regain some strength, barely stand up, and then deal with the young man.

Luo Qiantuo couldn't help but sigh.

Because, there is no more.

Not half an hour.

Not to mention half an hour, Lu Qingshan would not even give Luo Qiantuo even half a breath.

After experiencing so many life-and-death dangers, Lu Qingshan's biggest lesson is that he must never give his enemies any time to breathe.

In fact, every powerful enemy he defeated lost at this point.

The same is true for Luo Qiantuo.

In the twenty-day fierce battle, Fan Luo Qiantuo was willing to pay the price of burning his origin and suffering serious injuries. During the cooling time of Lu Qingshan's breaking spell, he forcibly faced the power of heaven's punishment and exchanged injuries with him. , the one who died was Lu Qingshan.

But he was reluctant.

Luo Qiantuo thinks that he is the top demon lord and King Shura. If he has to pay such a high price to kill a monk who has transcended the tribulation realm, then what's the point?

Does it make sense?

It seems reasonable.

But the truth is always only in the hands of the final winner.

"Is King Shura so great? You can think of not paying any price? Young Master can risk his life for this sword. If you don't die, who will die?" Qin Yitian suddenly appeared and murmured while biting his silver teeth.

In fact, Lu Qingshan's current situation is only slightly better than if he died on the spot.

How could Qin Yitian not hate this?

Qin Yitian's combat power was too insignificant in this invincible battle, but it was the insignificant Qin Yitian who was going to put an end to everything.

At this moment, Luo Qiantuo thought of the suggestion made by his subordinates before leaving to inform Luo Jia and ask Luo Jia to bring people.

If he had followed this advice at that time, it would have been Lu Qingshan who died now, right?

Unfortunately there is no if.

Do you regret it?

A little, but not too much.

The gap in combat power between him and Lu Qingshan was almost crushing, but they were finally reduced to a situation where they needed to place their hopes on others. Luo Qiantuo felt even more frustrated and humiliated.

Luo Qiantuo closed his eyes and waited for death to come.

Qin Yitian didn't hesitate at all. The dragon bird suddenly shot out, piercing the snowy night, and shot towards Luo Qiantuo's eyebrows, which were full of black blood.

Sudden.

A tall figure appeared in front of Luo Qiantuo, stretched out two fingers, and easily caught the dragon bird.

The dragon bird trapped in the hands of others made a buzzing sound and kept struggling, but could never break free.

The man's fingers were like a pair of iron pliers.

Lying in the snow, Lu Qingshan, who retained his last bit of consciousness, looked at the visitor with difficulty.

He has four eyes and four arms, his complexion is black and extremely ugly, and there are many dense evil marks on his face.

Rahu….incarnation.

A familiar yet unfamiliar enemy.

They are familiar because the incarnation of Luo Hu is the first truly powerful enemy Lu Qingshan has encountered since he came to this world.

Strange because it was a long time ago.

In the last years of Chang'an, Yin Shi was in turmoil.

The first meeting with the incarnation of Rahu can be traced back to the Chang'an year, and the last meeting was in the desolate land of the first year of Tianyuan.

Since then, the incarnation of Luo Hu has completely disappeared from the sky. In addition, his own cultivation has grown so fast that Lu Qingshan has forgotten this once powerful enemy.

Thirty years later, he showed up again.

As soon as he appeared, Lu Qingshan was brought to a deeper despair than the last time in Chang'an.

Although Qin Yitian's combat power is not comparable to his, his cultivation level is equal to his.

The flying sword that was sacrificed with the cultivation level of Seven Tribulations was so easily trapped between two fingers by the incarnation of Rahu... The combat power of this incarnation of Rahu can be seen, not to mention that it is now seriously injured and dying. Even in peak condition, Lu Qingshan didn't dare to say he could handle it.

The incarnation of Luo Hu looked at Lu Qingshan with a smile.

I don't know if it's because his face is too ferocious or for other reasons, but it's clearly a smile, but it gives people a strange chill.

"I haven't seen you for so many years. You've grown up so fast." Luo Hu transformed into a familiar gesture as if he had known Lu Qingshan for many years, and even started to chat.

If Lu Qingshan hadn't been lying on the snow, this scene would have seemed tepid and harmonious.

"Speaking of which, I have some credit for your achievements today," Luo Hu's incarnation continued, "I didn't want to show up so soon, but who made you be so defiant? If I hadn't arrived in time, Luo Qituo would have It’s just going to fall into your hands.”

Although he praised Lu Qingshan unstintingly on his lips, Luohu's incarnation showed no mercy on his hands. After flicking his fingers to take away the dragon bird, he put his fingers together, and a spear of demonic energy visible to the naked eye was cut through. Long sky.

Wherever the demonic spear reaches, the vacuum ripples twist.

It was like a comet passing by, hitting Lu Qingshan's chest, and was about to blow Lu Qingshan to pieces.

Lu Qingshan had no time to think about how the incarnation of Luo Hu could become so strong. He forced the energy in his chest and tried to resist, but he couldn't even muster the slightest strength, let alone draw a sword.

No more cards.

Facing a Shura King, after fighting so far, all his cards have been exhausted, and except for the remaining half of his life, there is nothing left.

Qin Yitian stood in front of Lu Qingshan almost instinctively, blocking the path of the demonic spear, trying to protect Lu Qingshan.

Lu Qingshan's lips moved slightly, wanting to say something, but in the end he said nothing.

This time it's really over.

A group of demons surround an isolated and helpless foreign land. There is no strength left, and the enemy may not be able to defeat it in its heyday. Even if the will is as strong as Lu Qingshan's, he can no longer find any hope of survival.

The already hazy consciousness became even more hazy.

He no longer had any energy or strength, so he should have died lying down. He was probably unwilling to do so and wanted to die standing up. He breathed inexplicably and stood up unsteadily with Zhenmo on his back.

Looking at the red dress in front of him, his eyes gradually blurred. His mind was racing at this moment, and he remembered many things inexplicably.

He thought of Xu Hao who stood in front of him in the stone chamber of Zhenjiang City, of holding his hand and living with him in the small world, of the days on the Qingyaping of the Jianzong, and of his love for Gu Yiyi on Daishan Mountain. The promise I made reminds me of the sword that opened the Tianmen in Chang'an City. I think of the old sect leader's sword coming here and going elsewhere. I think of the hard experiences in the Daoyuan world...

His life was short, but he experienced too many people, too many things, and too many ups and downs, and now they all flashed by in his mind.

Now that it's here, looking back on everything, it seems to be complete, except Xie Qingyun who handed Fuyao to him, and Jian Zong...

Sword Sect, although Sword Sect no longer has Lu Qingshan, Sword Sect still has Yu Canghai, Xue Wushao, and...

Finally, Lu Qingshan thought of that woman, that woman who was extremely special to him.

Maybe he is really a swordsman, Wei Jian. He has met many strange women. It cannot be said that he doesn't care about them, but they all seem to be inferior to Jian. She is the only one who is different.

The first sight of Jianlai Peak, the protector who wiped out the source demon king with one sword, the determination of "If you want me to win, I will win him" twice, the willingness to admit his intention to send him to become a master...for a long time... The tacit understanding and long-term exchanges between each other can no longer be summed up by the simple words "master and apprentice".

At the end, Lu Qingshan thought of what she said when he met her for the last time.

Time flies so fast, there are some things that need to be said earlier.

Lu Qingshan suddenly felt deeply regretful as he thought about her facial features that were as beautiful as mountains and rivers.

"I should have said that to you then." He murmured.

The incarnation of Luo Hu still maintained a weird smile, looking at Lu Qingshan whose body was crumbling, with unusual indifference, "You died in my hands in the end. You, Lu Qingshan, deserved your death in this life."

However, in the next breath, he could no longer laugh.

A flash of sword light crushed the demonic spear that was about to shoot through Qin Yitian's chest.

A woman stood on the sword, fell from the sky, and landed in front of Lu Qingshan, who was in a certain death situation.

Then, Lu Qingshan heard two sentences.

A word to myself.

"It's not too late."

One sentence for the incarnation of Rahu.

"As long as I, Xia Daoyun, am here, no one can kill him!"