Given this situation, Lu Qingshan no longer concerned himself with the consumption of spiritual power and with a thought, unleashed his Sword Intent.
Hiss!
The sword light seemed to cleave the void itself, and in the midst of its sweeping changes, one could even faintly discern pitch-black cracks.
It was a visual illusion caused by the blistering brilliance of the sword light.
Whiz, whiz, whiz!
Each of his three life-bound swords displayed their divine skills, as Lu Qingshan executed both his external and internal sword techniques simultaneously.
In no more than four breaths' time, the ten green vines had been slashed until only four remained.
Subconsciously, Lu Qingshan glanced at his experience consumption.
Immediately, his lips twitched, revealing an expression of extreme pain.
From start to finish, he had used Oblivion for no more than ten breaths.
Yet, in just this brief period of less than ten breaths, he had already expended thirty thousand experience points.