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"How can this be?!"

Everyone was shocked.

"This, this is a cultivator in the late Jindan stage!"

"One sword... just one sword?!"

It’s not that the Sword of Life-Breaking doesn’t have such power, but most divine swords follow the cultivation level of their masters and exert corresponding strength.

Can……

That girl is in the foundation building stage!!!

The master of the foundation-building stage can actually make the magic sword actively use the power of no less than the golden elixir stage?

Is this reasonable?

"If she reaches the Nascent Soul stage... no, even if it's just the Golden Core stage, wouldn't this sword be able to..."

They didn't even dare to think further.

powerful!

too strong!

Li Qingshan's mouth remained open for a long time, and he scratched his head before mumbling, "Master's Wife... this sword is more eager to show off than I am!"

Su Qian was also stunned. She didn't expect that this sword had such a strong sense of protecting its master?

"Sister, this Life-Severing Sword is so cool!"

Xiao Liu jumped up to Su Qian excitedly and said, "If I had known earlier, I would have tried pulling it out."

The Sword of Life-Severing was used after killing the bronze-masked monk.

It fell steadily back into Su Qian's hands.

The sword intent around Lu Yao slowly converged, but when he landed, he protected Su Qian behind him.

He glanced at the monks who had not yet recovered from their shock.

"Leave no one behind!"

Although the voice was soft, it carried a heart-pounding pressure.

There was no need for Lu Yao to spare the lives of those who wanted to interrupt Sheng Jian and take Su Qian's life.

"Yes, Master!"

Li Qingshan, Xia Mengmeng and Lao Si shouted in unison, as excited as three wild cats with their fur standing on end.

Li Qingshan danced his sword with great vigor, shouting as he charged forward: "Haha! Finally, I can have a good fight!"

Xia Mengmeng thrust the scabbard into her waist and pulled out two palm bombs. Her eyes sparkled as she shouted, "I have to create fireworks today!"

The fourth brother rarely smiled, and the green light of the cedar sword suddenly increased, and he casually chopped off the hidden weapon flying towards him:

"Don't even think about running away!"

Xiaoliu was so excited that his metal joints creaked. The energy cannon behind him deployed, creating a gust of air. "Look, sister! I'm going to kill them all with one blast!"

He said without waiting for anyone else's reaction.

"Boom" a shot was fired.

A blue energy cannon flew past Su Qian's ear and blasted a deep pit with a diameter of three meters in the distant ice wall.

Several monks who were about to flee were so frightened that their legs went limp and they collapsed to the ground.

Those monks who were still immersed in shock finally woke up from their dreams.

Someone yelled, "Run!!!"

The crowd suddenly dispersed.

The scarred cultivator ran the fastest, and even dropped his sword while crawling.

The gray-robed old man trembled as he crushed the teleportation talisman, but was shattered in mid-air by a flash of sword from Li Qingshan.

Lu Yao stood there without moving an inch.

An invisible barrier was deployed to protect Su Qian, fearing that the flashing swords and sabers would hurt her.

He looked at the people in the melee, a cold smile on his lips.

Dare to touch the person he wants to protect.

No one can leave this sword tomb today!

"You dare to kill me? I am a disciple of Jin Tingshan and Lu Yao's apprentice!"

A gray-robed monk was forced into the corner of the ice wall by Li Qingshan's sword light. His neck was pressed against the sharp blade and he shouted loudly with his neck stiff.

The melee froze instantly.

Li Qingshan: “???”

"What the hell?"

Li Qingshan's sword clanged against the ice, his eyes widening as he asked, "A disciple of Jinting Mountain?"

Xia Mengmeng almost dropped the palm thunder she was holding at her feet, and turned her gaze over here in surprise.

The cedar sword in the fourth brother's hand shook.

The three of them looked at each other immediately, and their eyes became a little subtle.

No, buddy, you are Lu Yao’s apprentice, then who are we?

Su Qian was also stunned for a moment and subconsciously looked at Lu Yao.

She only saw Lu Yao shrug helplessly at her.

There's no way around it. His reputation is too great, and there are many people who pretend to be his disciples and cause trouble.

This is also the reason why Jinting Mountain has a bad reputation.

"Haha! Are you scared?"

Seeing everyone stunned, the gray-robed monk mistakenly thought that his identity had intimidated them, and his back straightened instantly. "My master, Lu Yao, is well-known for his protectiveness! If you offend me, all of you will die!"

"Are you really the disciple of Pavilion Master Lu...Lu?"

Li Qingshan was in a playful mood and deliberately reduced the strength of his sword. "Then tell me, what is your rank among Pavilion Master Lu's disciples?"

The gray-robed monk suddenly straightened his back, stiffened his neck, and shouted, "I am Li Qingshan, the third disciple of Pavilion Master Lu! Who in the entire cultivation world doesn't know this?!"

As soon as these words came out, the whole place fell silent.

Li Qingshan's hand trembled, and the long sword made a clear "hum" sound, and the sword tip almost directly passed through the opponent's throat.

His eyes widened, and the corners of his mouth twitched uncontrollably: "What's your name?"

Good guy!

The counterfeit danced directly in front of the real owner?

"What? Are you scared?"

Seeing his shocked expression, the gray-robed monk thought he had frightened them, and puffed out his chest even higher. "I advise you to let me go immediately, otherwise when Master comes..."

"and many more!"

Li Qingshan suddenly burst into laughter. "Brother, did you not look in the mirror before going out? With your small body, you are not worthy of being called Li Qingshan?"

"you……!"

The other party glared at Li Qingshan fiercely.

"Brother, next time you pretend to be me, please do your homework. You're as skinny as a bamboo pole, and you still want to pretend to be me?"

Li Qingshan paced around the gray-robed monk, sword in hand, the tip of his sword lifting the man's crooked collar. "I, Li Qingshan, was able to split a mountain with one hand back at Jinting Mountain! You can't even learn half of my aura!"

"Third Brother, there's no need to waste time talking to him. Just kill him."

The monks who were watching retreated one after another.

Those who recognized Lu Yao's identity began to whisper.

"Imagining Pavilion Master Lu as his disciple is really too bold, isn't it?"

"That's right, isn't this courting death?"

"Young people are really stubborn."

"They say that several disciples of Jinting Mountain have done all kinds of bad things. It turns out that someone is impersonating them."

The discussion came like a tide.

The gray-robed monk looked bewildered and struggled to shout, "Pavilion Master Lu, which Pavilion Master Lu? Don't try to scare me with your title! My master is..."

"laugh--"

The gray-robed monk was interrupted by someone sneer before he could finish. "In the entire world of immortal cultivation, who else but Lu Yao can be the Pavilion Master Lu who can walk sideways?"

"You don't even know this, and yet you dare to come out and cheat people?"

In the crowd, the one-eyed monk folded his arms and sneered.

The gray-robed monk's pupils suddenly shrank.

Finally, he turned to look at Lu Yao, who had remained silent the entire time.

"You...you said he is Lu, Lu Yao?!"

Cold sweat slid down the back of his neck into his collar, and his Adam's apple trembled and he couldn't utter a complete syllable: "No..., no way?"

"Noisy."

Lu Yao raised his hand and waved it lightly. The invisible sword intent penetrated the void like a chain and instantly entangled the limbs of the gray-robed monk.

"Do not--!"

The man watched in horror as the spiritual power around him was being drained away like a tide.

"How can you desecrate the reputation of Jinting Mountain like this?"

The words have not yet fallen.

The gray-robed monk exploded.