This Sword Cultivator is Somewhat Dependable-Chapter 702 - 27 Lu Qingshan’s “Good Luck”_3

Chapter 702 -27 Lu Qingshan’s “Good Luck”_3

Once the advantage of striking first was lost, what followed was a genuine bayonet fight.

How could a mere Shadow Demon compete with Lu Qingshan, who had been through a hundred battles?

In an instant, Dragon Sparrow transformed into a dazzling sword light that was blinding to the eyes, containing unstoppable power. With a swoosh, it forced the battle sabre out of the Shadow Demon’s hand.

Without reducing its momentum, Dragon Sparrow relentlessly continued towards the Shadow Demon’s neck.

In a moment of panic, the Fifth Grade Shadow Demon could only twist its body, trying to dodge this attack.

Which was faster, the sword or it?

The answer was obvious.

Boom!

Within the sword light, a dense mass of fine sword qi burst forth, forming a river of Sword Qi.

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Sword light like a rainbow!

Sword Qi forming a river!

The Shadow Demon’s body, covered in scale armor, stood no chance under this river of Sword Qi.

“No!” the Shadow Demon let out a desperate and unwilling roar, its eyes filled with madness, as it screamed out in the last moment of its life.

For how many years had it hunted on the extraterrestrial battlefield? It had fought and killed its way through, and definitely more than a hundred Human Cultivators had died at its hands, accumulating a huge amount of Battle Merits.

Just as it was about to gather enough merits to make this last kill and then return to the Abyss to exchange for Blood Spirit Crystals, and advance its Bloodline, who would have thought that it would capsized in the gutter today?

It had killed not a few Sword Cultivators in its past.

But why was this Sword Cultivator different from the others?

The sword qi was not going to answer its questions, it just mercilessly sliced across its body.

In just an instant, the Shadow Demon was disintegrated into a cloud of blood mist.

The Shadow Demon, known as a killer of the Human Race on the extraterrestrial battlefield, thus turned into dust.

“Shadow Demon,” Lu Qingshan, watching the black blood mist floating before him, murmured to himself, “is already unsuitable for this version.”

The Identity Token he carried in his chest also suddenly emitted a faint, dark glow at this moment.

Identity—-Lu Qingshan

Sect—Sword Sect

Access level—-Bing

Battle Merits—-Fifty

Slaying a Fifth Grade member of the Demon Race usually yields ten points of Battle Merits.

But the Shadow Demon, much like a genius among the Human Cultivators with extraordinary talents and extremely hard to kill abilities, naturally brought much higher Battle Merits than ordinary demons.

Thus, he directly gained five times the Battle Merits of a regular Fifth Grade Demon Race member.

“Pretty lucky.”

Having just entered the extraterrestrial battlefield, to encounter a Shadow Demon worth a “huge” fifty points in Battle Merits was quite satisfying for Lu Qingshan, who gave himself a mental thumbs up for his good fortune.

He casually picked up the battle sabre used by the Shadow Demon and threw it into his Storage Ring.

Unlike Human Cultivators, who nearly each had a Storage Ring, the raw materials needed to make Storage Rings were scarce resources in the Abyss.

Moreover, the Demon Race was already in a difficult situation with overpopulation and insufficient resources, so there was no Storage Artifact on this Fifth Grade Shadow Demon.

This battle sabre therefore became the only spoils Lu Qingshan claimed aside from the Battle Merits.

It truly was as poor as a church mouse.

Moreover, the weapons used by the Demon Race were generally unpopular among the Human Race…

Weapons of the Demon Race were always enveloped with persistent Demonic Qi, which greatly conflicted with the cultivation system of the Human Race. It was not that they couldn’t be used, but using them was definitely not smooth.

Yet for some reason, Yumen Pass regularly collected weapons of the Demon Race, so Lu Qingshan didn’t let it go to waste.

Glancing again at the panel, this Shadow Demon had also brought him an entry of 230,000 Experience Points.

“Fifty Battle Merits, which can be exchanged for five Spirit Crystals, that’s another 250,000 Experience Points.

Just one Fifth Grade Shadow Demon can thus bring in about 500,000 Experience Points total,” Lu Qingshan licked his lips excitedly, “just a single sword stroke and to get such a reward, now this is what I call farming!”

In the territories of the Human Race, where could he find such a place where he could farm so recklessly and get double rewards?

He couldn’t just kill every person he saw, right?

Wouldn’t that make him more demon-like than the Demon Race?

“Hope this good fortune lasts a bit longer,” Lu Qingshan silently hoped.

The Shadow Demon, considering Sword Cultivators as treasures, and he, considering Shadow Demons as treasures?

They were indeed valuables worth fifty Battle Merits each, but encountering just one isn’t enough, right?

It would be great to bump into ten or eight of them!