Chapter 78 A Sword's Frost Chills Across Fourteen Provinces 11

Wow, what a fast sword!

This was the common thought of everyone present. As sword cultivators, they naturally knew that this sword strike was extremely fast, with a sharp, cold light that shone brightly.

Several disciples of the Giant Sword Sect stared intently at Luo Shu, their eyes filled with admiration and respect for the first time. In the world of cultivation, strength is your confidence and your calling card.

Then he looked at the two decapitated demons. Their bodies and heads were separated, but not a drop of blood flowed out. Clearly, these two were evil creatures born in this ancient battlefield, not disciples of the Hehuan Sect.

Luo Shu slowly and gracefully sheathed her sword. Sometimes she seemed less like a swordsman and more like a scholar, slow and unhurried.

Qin Fang was still immersed in the sword light he had just seen. Such a fast sword was a sight he had never experienced before. This first disciple of the Broken Mountain Sword Master was very strong, stronger than him. Qin Fang's eyes shone brightly. He thought that if he had the chance, he must fight her.

Meanwhile, Miao Qiqi was trembling with fear. She was the one who had gone to deliver the medicine; if it had been her, would she have survived? The answer was no.

Thinking of how she had almost lost her life, tears streamed down her face, quickly soaking the small patch of clothing on her chest. Wen Baiyun sighed helplessly, took out a handkerchief and handed it to her, but Miao Qiqi didn't take it. Instead, she hugged Wen Baiyun tightly and began to sob softly.

"Tsk, the Juque Sword Sect is indeed extraordinary. This young lady's sword is incredibly fast."

Several figures emerged from the black mist over there; they were the people from the Hehuan Sect. The man in the lead had a wicked air about him, a handsome face, and his eyes were filled with intense interest as he looked at Luo Shu.

Although the clothes of the people behind them were somewhat disheveled, their breathing was relatively calm, indicating that they had not suffered any injuries.

Luo Shu said gently, "Fellow Daoist, you flatter me. It's just a trivial skill."

The two stood there motionless, the man staring intently at Luo Shu with a brazen and blatant gaze that made one blush and feel hot inside.

Luo Shu remained unfazed as he scrutinized her. She wore a mask, so no one could see her expression, but she maintained a poised and graceful demeanor, showing no trace of girlish shyness.

The young sect leader of the Hehuan Sect said, "Tsk, then we'll go in first and won't accompany you. Take care, fellow Daoist."

After saying that, he left on his own. Before leaving, he glanced at the little girl in Wen Baiyun's arms. If it were any other time, he would have teased such an innocent little girl, but now, with Puyu in front of him, he naturally had no interest in that.

The group's departure caused no disturbance. After a quarter of an hour's rest, the disciples were ready to set off again. Having just experienced the incident, they were even more vigilant, as this was a place where they could lose their lives at any moment.

The closer they got to the center of the battlefield, the more and more demons they encountered, and the stronger they became. The ghostly aura was thick, and their vision was obstructed. The howls of the various ghosts around them became more and more ferocious and shrill, sending chills down their spines.

Luo Shu mobilized her divine soul, keeping a close eye on her surroundings, and occasionally took down some powerful monsters. Along the way, Luo Shu had made quite a few moves, and her strength had earned everyone's recognition and respect. No matter how powerful the monster was, it could not escape the sword in her hand. The disciples of the Giant Sword Sect looked at the tall and straight figure in front of them with deep respect in their eyes.

The world of cultivation is a place where strength speaks volumes.

Upon reaching the center of the battlefield, we found a fairly spacious place to rest for the day.

They had been traveling for twenty hours. Even though cultivators don't need to eat or sleep, they still need to replenish their spiritual energy. Constantly using their divine sense to be vigilant about their surroundings is also very tiring.

When they arrived, the members of the Hehuan Sect were already there, sitting to one side chatting and drinking, looking very relaxed and at ease, as if the environment made them feel perfectly comfortable.

After a while, disciples from the Zen Sect and the Flowing Cloud Sect also arrived. The place they chose to rest was very close to Luo Shu and the others. After all, compared to the demons outside, human cultivators were naturally more reassuring. Moreover, they had some alliance with the Giant Sword Sect, so they could help each other if anything happened.

The groups of people sat quietly in meditation, without any overly enthusiastic exchanges. Judging by the time, the moon should be high in the sky outside.

Gradually, the surroundings became quieter and quieter. Even the wailing and howling of ghosts ceased, and the wind seemed to have stopped. Some of the more alert disciples had already opened their eyes and were calling out to the people around them. For a moment, there was a sense of chaos and disorder.

The moon cast its silvery light, illuminating the land. Some people breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing the bright moonlight, for it is human nature to be drawn to light.

However, Luo Shu frowned. How could there be moonlight in this area? She secretly became more vigilant.

Then, several disciples seemed to have fallen asleep in a daze, and the others also collapsed. Even the members of the Hehuan Sect couldn't hold on and fell to the ground together. Luo Shu also fell to the ground without making a sound. She wanted to see what kind of tricks these ghosts were using.

Then, the clear moon in the sky turned into a blood moon, radiating an evil and ominous light. Six thin, bony, skeletal ghosts carried the unconscious disciples one by one to a stone platform in the distance, and Luo Shu was also transported there.

Then the six little devils began to dance around the stone platform. Bathed in the blood-red moonlight, amidst the grotesque and eerie white-boned devils, they gesticulated wildly, performing a celebratory dance for a full quarter of an hour. Then...

The little devil tore off his own head and threw it onto the stone platform, landing on several disciples. Their headless bodies continued to twitch, circling the stone platform once more before collapsing to the ground and kneeling around it in a worshipful posture.

This scene was extremely bizarre, and even Luo Shu's pupils shrank slightly as she watched it.

Then the cultivators on the stone platform woke up one by one, but their bodies were weak, their limbs were powerless, their minds were muddled, and their consciousness was blurred. Some people wanted to take out their life-saving magic treasures, but they could not mobilize their spiritual power. Everyone panicked.

Just then, the stone platform began to rotate, and these cultivators were like dead fish on a chopping board, their lives and deaths in the hands of others. How could they, who had always been the pride of heaven, tolerate this?

Everyone is struggling, searching for a glimmer of hope.

Then the black mist gathered in the sky and solidified into a winged bat-like monster. It was long and narrow with thick bones. It had no flesh and blood, only a skin covering its skeleton. Some parts of its body exposed the cold white bones. Its face was covered with a layer of skin, and its features were neither human nor inhuman. Its eyes were filled with red light, making it very evil.

This evil creature possessed immense power and hovered above the stone platform, looking down at the people on the platform below, seemingly choosing which one to start eating.

Then, by sheer coincidence, he chose a disciple of the Giant Sword Sect. The disciple was young and had an immature face. At this moment, he was forcing himself not to shed tears, but his eyes were already red. He looked very tragic. Now, no one could save him, and he was probably going to die a heroic death.

Then a bright sword light flashed, repelling the giant ghost claw and barely saving the disciple whose life was hanging by a thread.

The ghost was puzzled. How could anyone still be conscious? What had just knocked them unconscious was the bloodthirsty aura of the ancient battlefield. After being absorbed and transformed by the ghost, it could bewitch people's minds and seal their spiritual power for at least a quarter of an hour.

In the original story, the ghost did succeed, but Miao Qiqi was incredibly lucky. The male supporting characters who admired her recovered their spiritual power in a quarter of an hour. Later, they joined forces to kill the ghost, but the Giant Sword Sect also lost two disciples and many others were seriously injured.

At this moment, Luo Shu intervened, leaving it extremely puzzled.

Luo Shuxiu's supreme path, clear sword heart, and powerful divine soul, coupled with the assistance of Juntian, naturally made her unaffected by this evil aura.

Then the human and the ghost began to exchange blows. The ghost was at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage, while Luo Shu was at the early stage of the Nascent Soul stage, two minor realms lower than it. However, Luo Shu, relying on her special sword intent, managed to fight it off.

The ghost was getting increasingly anxious. The people below were about to recover their spiritual power, and if it didn't hurry, it wouldn't be able to eat any of them.

It stopped sparring with Luo Shu and unleashed its ultimate attack. Dense ghostly energy swirled around its two enormous ghostly claws, and the blood moon in the sky added to its sinister aura as it charged menacingly towards Luo Shu.

The cultivators on the stone platform were extremely worried. This move had already reached the half-step Nascent Soul realm, and Luo Shu was only at the early Nascent Soul stage. How could she possibly withstand it?

But that slender figure never retreated, always standing in front of them.

Luo Shu remained calm, releasing her sword intent. Her sword heart was clear and her nascent soul was pure, and a magnificent sword light leaped out.

A hall full of flowers intoxicates three thousand guests; a single sword, frosty and cold, chills fourteen provinces.

The eerie ghostly aura was annihilated by this sword strike, and even the blood moon was swiftly severed by the sword energy. The two giant claws of the ghost were also cut off by this sword strike, and it turned around and fled in panic. Luo Shu fell directly from mid-air. Fortunately, Jun Tian slowed down her fall. Luo Shu had no spiritual power left, all of which was consumed in that sword strike.

She gripped Juntian and slowly descended. Now, the surrounding ghostly mist had dissipated, and everyone could clearly see that the woman had long, flowing hair, a slender waist, delicate and supple limbs, phoenix eyes, willow eyebrows, and fair skin. Her cheeks seemed to have peach blossoms falling softly, and she was as beautiful as the moon in the clouds, so beautiful that it made people feel ashamed of themselves.

Her person and her sword were stunningly beautiful, unlike anything found in this world.