A thousand enlightenments in one night, starting from being a menial apprentice.

Chapter 294: A Lonely Sword

Not far from the ruined temple where Duan Rong was hiding, about seven or eight feet away, in the wilderness, Lu Qingzhu, dressed in light green clothes, was fighting with the blood monk Wuxiang.

A light green figure and a dark red figure flashed back and forth!

Lu Qingzhu's sword shadow seemed light and flickering, but it was profound and powerful...

Lu Qingzhu suddenly slapped the blade of the knife in Wuxiang's hand with a sword, then took advantage of the situation to leap forward, and the sword shadow flipped, slashing towards Wuxiang's right shoulder.

Wuxiang's sword was heavy and powerful, but his body was as nimble as a loach. He slumped his shoulders and avoided Lu Qingzhu's sword.

Although his shoulder avoided the attack from Lu Qingzhu, the old monk's robe he had worn for who knows how many years was torn open by the edge of Lu Qingzhu's sword and fell on his shoulder.

Although the outer layer of the monk's robe was dark red and old, the inner layer was as red as blood, bright and dazzling...

When Wuxiang saw that his monk robe was torn, a hint of anger flashed in his eyes.

Wuxiang has been practicing the Xumi sword technique for more than ten years. The sword in his hand is heavy and has two cracks, but he has always used this sword and has never changed it, because his sword technique is not known for its sharpness.

After fighting with Lu Qingzhu, Wuxiang was quite shocked. With his cultivation, if it was an ordinary second-level Qi realm warrior, he would have been smashed into mud by his Xumi sword.

But Lu Qingzhu not only blocked his attack, but also there seemed to be some strange power in his sword moves, which was slowly seeping out and had already begun to suppress him...

After all, he was in a life-and-death battle, and Wuxiang's perception was much sharper than usual.

As Lu Qingzhu's sword flickered, the strange force that slowly seeped out was the sword intent.

The sword intent was originally a realm that only those who were strong in the cyclone realm could comprehend after condensing the cyclone.

Martial artists at the Qi realm can't even touch the edge.

But the Hanmei sword technique that Lu Qingzhu practiced has its own special features.

When Lu Qingzhu chose the martial arts for the Qi realm, she originally selected several martial arts based on her own preferences and her father's advice.

These Qi-realm martial arts are quite famous in the Taiyi Sect. Many accomplished elders in the Council of Elders have chosen these martial arts when they were young.

It can be said that these martial arts have been verified by countless sages.

But when Lu Qingzhu showed these martial arts to Grandpa, Grandpa said that these martial arts were not suitable for her.

At that time, Lu Qingzhu was only thirteen or fourteen years old, at the age of innocence and loveliness.

She grabbed Aung's beard and refused to let go, asking Aung, if these martial arts were not suitable, then what should she practice?
The old man told her to come back in a few days, but she refused to do so. The old man had to persuade her to leave after much persuasion.

A few days later, she went to see Aweng again, and Aweng really taught her a martial art, which is the Hanmei sword technique she is practicing now.

This Hanmei sword technique was a martial art that Aong created specifically for her.

Aung lives alone in a secluded valley. On the cliff opposite the cave where he lives, there is a winter plum tree growing in the cracks of the rocks!
Although this thin plum tree tolerates bitter cold, it will bloom as scheduled in the twelfth lunar month every year, with a few small flowers blooming on the cliff amidst the flying snow.

A Weng used the artistic conception of the winter plum blossom and combined it with Lu Qingzhu's personality to create this martial art.

Because this martial art was created by Aweng and it is very suitable for Lu Qingzhu's personality.

Originally, with Lu Qingzhu's level of true Qi, it was impossible for him to touch the edge of the sword intent.

But Hanmei's lonely artistic conception was in tune with her heart, and her heart was faintly resonating with the artistic conception that Aong had deliberately infused when he created this martial art. Therefore, when Lu Qingzhu was practicing this martial art, as her comprehension deepened, she was gradually able to exude a hint of sword intent.

But this sword intent is not the real sword intent, and therefore it is not a martial arts realm.

Rather, it is a combination of mental state and strange sword moves, which achieves an effect similar to sword intent.

But just this additional effect has already brought Lu Qingzhu endless benefits.

Because this is not the true sword intent, it can only seep out slowly as Lu Qingzhu concentrates his mind.

Therefore, at the beginning, Lu Qingzhu's sword did not have such great power, but as he performed each move of the Hanmei sword technique, Lu Qingzhu gradually felt that he had transformed into the thin plum tree on the cliff.

She pursed her lips, her eyes were clear and calm, and a sense of loneliness and loneliness was flowing from her heart and the tip of her sword...

Wuxiang suddenly felt tremendous pressure!

The sword in Lu Qingzhu's hand at this time not only had lethal power at the tip of the sword, but also had strong lethal power within half an inch around the tip of the sword. Just now, he was not careful and his finger was almost cut off.

The back of Wuxiang's hand holding the knife was a bloody mess. He thought about it, and saw blood threads wriggling and interweaving on the back of his hand, and the skin instantly recovered.

Wuxiang's lips were cracked, and for the first time, a hint of fear appeared in his eyes as he looked at Lu Qingzhu.

He knew very well that he could no longer defeat Lu Qingzhu.

He has been in the martial arts world for more than ten years and has killed countless people, but he has never seen such terrifying martial arts as Lu Qingzhu's.

When they first started fighting, Lu Qingzhu was indeed at the second level of the True Qi Realm, but now, he is no longer sure?
The sword tip has strong killing power within half an inch! Isn't that the legendary sword intent and sword light?

How could such a thing appear in the hands of a warrior in the True Qi Realm?
Who is this woman?
At this moment, Lu Qingzhu once again used his sword to knock off a piece of Wuxiang's monk's robe from his shoulder, but this time, as the robe was torn, a piece of flesh and blood flew off...

Wuxiang felt the pain and retreated violently. Lu Qingzhu followed him like a shadow, with the sword flashing.

Lu Qingzhu pursed her lips, her eyes bright and clear, without a trace of ripples or murderous intent.

But her sword is as lonely as a plum blossom!
The thin plum tree growing on the cliff fights against the barren rock wall and the snowy world. There is only a lonely shadow on the cliff, but she still stands proudly in the cold and blooms towards the flying snow!
That solitary and faint fragrance floating between heaven and earth! No one has ever smelled it, but it really existed. Isn't it?

The lonely plum blossom!

The Lonely Sword!

A lonely person!

Lu Qingzhu's sword slashed towards Wuxiang's throat!
Wuxiang leaned back. Although the sword had not yet reached him, the half-inch sword light could still pierce his throat!

At that moment of life and death, Wuxiang's scalp felt like it was electrified, and goose bumps appeared all over his body. At the same time, blood burst out of the pores next to each goose bump!
The densely squirming blood threads, like living things, gathered together in an instant and blocked Lu Qingzhu's lonely sword!
Wuxiang's face was pale and covered in cold sweat. There was a faint trace of blood on his neck, which was disappearing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Lu Qingzhu looked at Wuxiang, whose body was surrounded by floating and wriggling blood, with a slight ripple in her eyes. She had always known about the Filthy Blood Sect and was also aware of the many mystical and strange features of the Filthy Blood Divine Art, but this was the first time she had seen the Filthy Blood Divine Art with her own eyes.

Lu Qingzhu just paused for a moment, then the sword flashed again and attacked Wuxiang!
With the protection of the Divine Art of Filthy Blood, the fear in Wuxiang's eyes faded a lot, and he started fighting fiercely with Lu Qingzhu again.

The two figures suddenly appeared. Lü Qingzhu's sword shadow was like a tide, but Wuxiang's heavy sword guarded the gate carefully, like a rock, and remained motionless. Each of Lü Qingzhu's killing moves was blocked by the living blood thread transformed by the Dirty Blood Divine Art.

Both of them used up almost all their strength and consumed a lot of energy!
Lu Qingzhu consumed his true energy!
In addition to consuming his true energy, Wuxiang is also consuming all the "blood" in his body!
Lu Qingzhu's sword moves were extremely powerful, and every time the wriggling blood threads gathered to resist, a lot of energy was consumed.

Both of them began to pant, their breathing becoming erratic.

Wuxiang is now gambling on whether Lu Qingzhu's true energy will be consumed first, or the "blood" in his body used to activate the Divine Art of Filthy Blood will be consumed first.

With Lu Qingzhu's current combat power, as long as the Filthy Blood Divine Art cannot be activated, Lu Qingzhu can kill him with just one sword!

Just as the two were wasting time here, a figure suddenly walked out from the edge of the dense forest not far away!
It was the old farmer who was carrying Tao Rong’s head!

The moment the old farmer saw the battle group here, he turned around and was about to leave!
Although he didn't know Lu Qingzhu, he knew the Blood Monk Wuxiang!
Even with Wuxiang's terrifying fighting power, his monk robe on both shoulders was torn, and he was forced to use the Filthy Blood Divine Art. Looking at his pale face and sweat all over his body, it was obvious that there was not much "blood" left in his body that could activate the Filthy Blood Divine Art.

One can imagine how terrifying that woman was, as she was able to force the Blood Monk Wuxiang to this point.

The old farmer didn't want to stop for a moment and wanted to escape from here immediately.

But the moment the blood monk Wuxiang saw the old farmer, he was delighted.

Although the old farmer's martial arts level is only subtle, his Divine Art of Divine Blood has already achieved the second level, the same as himself!

The second level of the Divine Blood Art was enough to block Lu Qingzhu's attack!
Wu Xiang shouted, "Old farmer, don't go! Let's kill this woman together!"

Hearing Wuxiang's shout, the old farmer not only did not turn back, but also walked faster.

"Old farmer, are you going to let such a beautiful woman go? Look, she is much prettier than Ge Qingchuan!"

"Ge Qingchuan?" The old farmer's heart skipped a beat and his steps paused slightly. The lust ignited by the killing just now was still burning in his body, and he simply didn't believe that there could be a woman prettier than Ge Qingchuan.

The old farmer turned around and thought that he would just go over to take a look. The two were fighting fiercely, and if he took a look and then withdrew, it would not affect him.

Because he only saw the woman's back from a distance and did not see her face.

He was just curious about Wuxiang's words. He didn't believe that this woman could be more beautiful than Ge Qingchuan.

The old farmer stood there far away, waiting to see Lv Qingzhu's face. It was also a coincidence that as soon as he walked over, Wuxiang and Lv Qingzhu exchanged positions.

The old farmer saw Lu Qingzhu's face at a glance.

The world froze there in an instant!
At that moment, he seemed to be nailed to the spot!
All the girls he had seen were country girls, but he was already shocked by the beauty of a girl like Ge Qingchuan!

But Lu Qingzhu is different. She doesn’t have the pretentious attitude of Ge Qingchuan. She has a natural and extraordinary temperament that comes from within!

Wu Xiang saw the old farmer walking back and knew there was hope. He was overjoyed and shouted, "Old farmer, she doesn't have much energy left. Use the second level of the Dirty Blood Divine Art, and together we can kill her."

"As long as she uses up all her inner energy, this woman will be yours! You will never meet another beauty like her in your lifetime!"

The old farmer was moved by what Wuxiang said. He had already realized that the two were just wasting time to see who would die first!
"Are you serious? Are you really willing to give this woman to me?" the old farmer suddenly shouted.

Wu Xiang said angrily: "Although I may be cruel, I always keep my word. If you don't believe me, get out!"

The old farmer chuckled, he knew that Wuxiang was just like that.

The old farmer's eyes swept over Lu Qingzhu's fat face and waist, and the heat in his lower abdomen was even stronger than before.

He touched the collar of his chest, where there was a bottle of strong aphrodisiac in the inner pocket of his collar...

He glanced at Lu Qingzhu. Lu Qingzhu's face was pale and there was a thin layer of sweat on his forehead. It was obvious that he was extremely exhausted.

Moreover, he has the second level of the Divine Blood Art to protect him, so he can indeed fight!

The old farmer suddenly leaped up onto the big beech tree beside him. There was a bird's nest in the fork of the beech tree. The old farmer stood beside the fork, put Tao Rong's head in his hand into the bird's nest, and then floated to the ground.

The moment the old farmer landed on the ground, blood burst out all over his body. He took out an axe from his waist and rushed into the battle!

The old farmer's martial arts level is only subtle, and he is not at the same level as Lu Qingzhu and Wuxiang.

However, his Divine Art of Filthy Blood had already reached the second stage, which was in no way inferior to Wuxiang. As soon as he joined the group, he began to harass Lu Qingzhu constantly.

The old farmer looks dull and sluggish, but he is actually extremely cunning. He only swings his sword to harass Lu Qingzhu when she attacks Wuxiang. Once Lu Qingzhu turns the sword towards him, he immediately puts away his sword and only uses his dirty blood magic to block Lu Qingzhu's attack. At this time, behind Lu Qingzhu, the blood monk Wuxiang's sword comes towards her with the force of Mount Sumeru.

Lu Qingzhu was stretched thin and overwhelmed.

The old farmer and Wuxiang gradually formed a pincer attack on Lu Qingzhu, forcing Lu Qingzhu to retreat step by step!

The true energy in Lu Qingzhu's dantian was getting less and less. She looked at the two monsters in front of her with blood veins floating and wriggling all over their bodies, and a trace of fear rose in her heart.

She glanced at the official road in the distance behind the two of them, and saw that the thick smoke on the official road had dissipated...

She was wondering, where is A-Mo?
She suddenly thought that if she was stopped by someone, then Amo must have been stopped by someone as well, and Amo hadn't come to find her for such a long time, it seemed that the person who stopped Amo must be quite strong!

As Lu Qingzhu was thinking this, she suddenly realized that she had been forced by the two men to the door of a dilapidated temple not far away.

The two men obviously did it on purpose, trying to force her into the ruined temple and further reduce her space for maneuver.

Although Lu Qingzhu understood the two men's thoughts, they had now joined forces to firmly suppress her, and she had no choice but to retreat one foot into the temple gate.

As Lu Qingzhu stepped into the temple gate, he suddenly saw a body lying on the ground at the temple gate. The body was cut in half, and blood was wriggling at the broken waist...

Judging from his clothes, he is obviously the fortune teller...

Lu Qingzhu was delighted, as she had seen Duan Rong and the fortune teller enter the ruined temple one after another.

She thought that Duan Rong had killed the fortune teller and was still in the temple, so he could help her.

Lu Qingzhu took the initiative to retreat into the ruined temple, and was shocked to find that the temple was empty. There was only a piece of rag fluttering in the collapsed corner...

Apparently, after Duan Rong killed the fortune teller, he escaped through the collapsed hole...

The bloody monk Wuxiang and the old farmer were both shocked when they saw the fortune teller's corpse!
The Blood Monk Wuxiang saw with his own eyes that the fortune teller was chasing Duan Rong into the ruined temple. How come he was killed instead?

Ge Qingchuan deployed his troops and arranged his opponents, but he tried his best to arrange them in a situation where the strong would face the weak.

How could the fortune teller be killed so casually?
(End of this chapter)