Lingxu, Sword Coffin, Blind Swordsman

The rubble peeled away, revealing the sword's scabbard...

Li Guanqi frowned slightly, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

The scabbard was actually made of countless fragments of white bone mixed together.

The shimmering jade bone was only a part of the scabbard's composition.

Faint dark red bloodstains could still be seen in the gaps between the bone fragments.

However, at that moment, Li Guanqi noticed that something was wrong with Qisha.

The immortal essence around his body surged, and his aura fluctuated extremely violently.

The veins on his neck bulged, and his face turned a purplish-red color.

His dark pupils were being eroded bit by bit, and a low, beast-like roar was squeezed from his throat.

It could be seen that Qisha's power was being slowly absorbed by the demonic sword, and even the mark of the Seven Kill Kings on his neck was becoming somewhat dim.

"Plundering the Dao!!"

"Not good!!"

Li Guanqi's feet flashed with lightning, and he instantly appeared beside Qisha.

He slashed out fiercely with his right hand covered in dragon scales, instantly tearing through the heavy barrier around Qisha!

Boom!!

Li Guanqi instantly put on the ghost mask, red light flashing in his pupils, and the Red Lotus Sword bloomed with a bang!!!

At this moment, Li Guanqi's aura climbed to the extreme peak.

Boom!!!

Swish!

Li Guanqi raised his sword high with his left hand and instantly brought it down on Qisha's arm!!

Puff!!!!

Fresh blood spurted out, and Qisha was slapped away by Li Guanqi!

Whoosh!!

The moment his body shot backward, Qisha raised his head and spat out a mouthful of blood.

His eyes were full of bloodshot veins, gradually regaining clarity.

His face was as pale as paper, and his lips, devoid of any color, trembled slightly, his eyes filled with fear.

Clutching his severed arm, Qisha looked up in the direction of Li Guanqi.

His arm had completely turned into white bones hanging on the hilt of the sword.

Qisha collapsed to the ground, and his entire aura actually fell to the third level of the Profound Immortal Realm...

Gasping for breath, Qisha clutched his severed arm, his eyes filled with lingering fear!

Li Guanqi came to Qisha's side and threw out a healing pill, saying in a deep voice.

"Are you okay?"

"What exactly is going on with that sword?"

Qisha looked at the pill in his hand, hesitated for a moment, but still swallowed it.

He closed his eyes, and the immortal essence flowed through his body, his face slightly flushed, and he lightly exhaled a breath of stale air.

He looked up at Li Guanqi and said in an extremely solemn voice.

"Inside... you need to face it yourself."

"As for what it is, you'll know when you go."

After speaking, he turned to look at Lin Wujiu.

"Don't try it, you will die!!"

Lin Wujiu was amused by his words.

"I've been wandering around Qinzhou for so many years, and I really haven't encountered anything that can take my life!!"

"I just don't believe in this evil today!"

Li Guanqi didn't stop Lin Wujiu, he knew.

This proud guy, if he doesn't let him try, he will definitely feel unwilling.

Qisha was anxious when he saw this.

"Hurry up and stop him!!"

"There is a spirit in the sword, and those who do not cultivate the Six Paths cannot resist it at all!! The price is death!"

"With his strength, he can't resist the sword spirit of that demonic sword at all!!"

Li Guanqi's heart stirred.

"There is a spirit in the sword?"

Li Guanqi flashed to Lin Wujiu's side.

However, when truly facing the imposing demonic sword, even Lin Wujiu's face was full of solemnity.

Taking a deep breath, Lin Wujiu slowly took off the fourth gilt ring on his right hand.

Boom!!!!

In an instant, the void twisted, and the altar trembled slightly.

A powerful pressure burst out!!!

Lin Wujiu's long hair danced wildly, and he forcibly calmed his mind in such a tense and fearful situation.

Slowly taking a step forward, he reached out and probed towards the demonic sword.

However, at the moment when his finger was about to touch the demonic sword, Lin Wujiu suddenly turned his head to look at Li Guanqi with a mournful face.

"Good brother, if something happens, remember to chop quickly..."

The corner of Li Guanqi's mouth twitched, and he kicked him on the butt.

Lin Wujiu's temperament changed completely, and his right hand grabbed the hilt of the sword!

Boom!!!!

The monstrous black energy instantly wanted to envelop Lin Wujiu.

Lin Wujiu's body stiffened, his pupils dilated, and his left eye was instantly eroded!!!

The essence and blood in his body disappeared at an incredible speed.

When Li Guanqi saw this, he did not hesitate to cut off his left arm with a sword!!!

Two breaths.

He only lasted for two breaths, which was not comparable to Qisha.

Qisha shook his head with a bitter smile while clutching his severed arm.

Recalling the previous scenes, a trace of fear flashed in his eyes...

The power of that demonic sword's spirit was too terrifying...

Bang!!!!

Lin Wujiu's body shot backward, his whole body was dry and shriveled, and his figure was much thinner.

Three of the gilt ancient rings on his right hand directly exploded!!

Lin Wujiu's disheveled appearance was slightly embarrassed, and he quickly put on the fourth ring.

He collapsed on the ground, panting heavily, his pupils trembling rapidly, his eyes full of fear.

"What a terrifying... spirit!"

Only after Lin Wujiu tried it himself did he finally understand that what Qisha said was true.

Lying next to Qisha, he took out a pill and stuffed it into his mouth, then turned to look at the other party and said softly.

"Thank you for persuading me, although I didn't listen..."

Qisha rolled his eyes and focused his gaze on Li Guanqi.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and for some reason.

He always had a premonition that this sword... might submit to the man in front of him.

He turned to look at Lin Wujiu and asked in a low voice.

"What's his name? Is he the son of which great clan?"

Lin Wujiu felt a little funny lying on the ground.

Lin Wujiu, with his sunken cheeks, brushed aside the strands of hair blocking his eyes and said with a playful expression.

"His name is Li Congxin."

"A few months ago, he was just an ascended cultivator from the lower realm."

Qisha's eyes widened when he heard this, and his pupils shrank suddenly!!!

"An ascended cultivator from the lower realm? A few months??"

"Impossible... this is absolutely impossible!"

Lin Wujiu smiled.

"Believe it or not, if I hadn't known him first, I wouldn't believe it either."

After speaking, Lin Wujiu took a piece of gravel and put it under his head, then looked at Li Guanqi.

"I don't know what's going on, but he seems to have a kind of magic on him that makes people want to get close to him unconsciously."

"Very down-to-earth... when you treat him sincerely, he is also very sincere."

The corners of Lin Wujiu's mouth raised slightly, Li Guanqi could be regarded as his first friend, and he cherished him very much.

Boom!!!

The sky was filled with thunder and flames, and the terrifying sword intent of the Sword Soul Realm shot straight into the sky!!!

The altar trembled, and the stone pillars began to shatter.

The terrifying sword energy crisscrossed, and a blood-colored robe fluttered in the wind.

Li Guanqi, wearing a ghost mask, had a peaceful state of mind.

The pressure actually rose again!!

"Sword Domain·Open!"

Boom!!!!

Li Guanqi stood on the stone pillar, and the aura emitted by the demonic sword was actually suppressed.

Li Guanqi's eyes narrowed slightly, and he exhaled a breath of stale air, slowly grasping the hilt of the sword with both hands.

Thump!!!

He raised his head high, and in that instant, Li Guanqi's consciousness and spirit were pulled into another space.

A dark world of corpses and blood!

Li Guanqi stood in a sea of blood, the blood under his feet mixed with viscous minced meat, and his feet felt soft.

Looking up, on a high mountain piled with corpses.

There was a skinny man like a withered tree.

The man's dry long hair was casually draped over his shoulders.

His clothes were thin, and a linen garment had long been stained purple-black by blood, and his skin-and-bone body was full of crisscrossing wounds.

The man sat on the corpse, holding the demonic sword with the purple hilt in his arms.

He turned his head to look at Li Guanqi.

Looking at him blankly, he slowly got up.

His figure was tall, but he was as thin as skin and bones.

There was a black chain around his right ankle, binding him.

Li Guanqi frowned slightly and looked down at his palm, which was actually his own sword, Red Lotus.

The man's gaze passed through the gaps in his hair and looked at Li Guanqi, slowly opening his mouth in a low voice.

"I... Blood Darkness."

"What I seek is only a duel with the strong, to show the way of life."

"If you want to leave, you must first surpass the wall of my heart, and use victory as the key to open the door of freedom."

Li Guanqi frowned tightly, this demonic sword's spirit did not know how many years it had experienced.

Now only the obsession in his heart filled his mind.

The words of this demonic sword's spirit were also very simple.

If he wanted to leave this space of consciousness, he had to defeat him.

In that instant, the fighting spirit in Li Guanqi's heart soared!

That is, the moment he revealed his aura, the man on the mountain of corpses suddenly raised his head!!