In the early morning, the sun just peeked out from the mountainside in the distance, and the warm rays of light poured like rain on the mountains, ancient paths, streams, and houses.
Lu Jingyuan came out of the Shushan Sword Sect disciples' apartment and walked towards the back mountain. From time to time, he heard the sound of birdsong and running water in his ears.
Occasionally, when I meet a few senior brothers and sisters who get up early, I will cast envious glances at them.
"Oops! Isn't this Senior Brother Lu Jingyuan who has reached the late stage of the Xuanling Realm? I have just stepped into the Huangling Realm."
"Brothers, please work hard! Don't give up on your practice."
Stopping, he greeted his senior brothers and sisters with a smile and encouragement.
After hearing this, everyone felt excited and regained their confidence in practicing.
A while ago, the competition between the seven major martial arts sects spread the reputation of Lu Jingyuan all over the world, and also made the Shushan Sword Sect the leader of the seven sects of Western Chu.
What is even more rare is that Lu Jingyuan has the opportunity to go to Taiyi Immortal Palace for three years of further study.
Taiyi Immortal Palace is a blessed place for gods that only exists in legends.
Legend has it that those who live there are immortal. Between reaching out and lifting one's feet, mountains and seas were moved, and the sky became dark and the earth became dark.
When he came to the back mountain, he stopped in front of a piece of bluestone. The bluestone was square and quite smooth. Lu Jingyuan sat cross-legged on the bluestone, fell into concentration, and activated the Xuanmen magic. Start practicing.
As the champion of the competition, the organizer Taiyi Immortal Palace took out a scroll of superior Xuanmen magic as a prize. After being appraised by Master Daoxuan, it is an extremely powerful Immortal Cultivation Technique.
As time went by in practice, Lu Jingyuan sat on the bluestone slab like a clay or wood sculpture.
He looks haggard and lifeless on the outside, but interestingly, the Hunyuan Qi in his body is extremely active. Under the guidance of a little spiritual consciousness, it travels through the seven meridians and eight meridians of the whole body. As time goes by, it gets better. Immediately, I felt as happy as having my essence washed away. Quite magical.
"Boom-boom-boom-boom-"
The bells sounded in the distance, three long and two short. Three consecutive knocks were made.
The bell sounded suddenly, and he was horrified, and large beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. This is the Dragon Bell. It only sounds when the sect encounters a powerful enemy.
After stopping his training, Lu Jingyuan looked up at the sky. The sky was densely packed with human figures. The brothers and sisters flew towards the entrance of Shushan Mountain at the foot of Dengyun with their swords.
I heard from the older generation that eighty years ago, a man named Tang Sancai formed a gang and attacked the Shushan Sword Sect. As a result, he was beaten to death by the young hero Daoxuan.
After Daoxuan became famous in the first battle, he was favored by the old master. A hundred years later, the old leader naturally took over the position of leader.
Now, someone is attacking Shushan Sword Sect again, and I don’t know who is blind this time.
While reciting the mantra, he heard two "clang" sounds, and the second of the three swords on his back, "Ziwan", was unsheathed and landed in front of Lu Jingyuan as if it were alive. He stepped on the sword and suddenly flew into the sky.
At the foot of Dengyun, the entrance of Shushan Sword Sect. Three groups of people gathered together and were facing each other tit for tat. Under the leadership of Master Daoxuan, more than a hundred people from the Shushan Sword Sect blocked the way of the two groups of people.
Daoxuan's power is profound. He is over a hundred years old, but he is getting stronger with age. He has been practicing Taiqing Immortal Dharma all year round, and he has a childish face and a full head of energy. The disciples in Shushan all took out their steel swords from their sheaths, and the atmosphere was extremely cold. Lu Jingyuan has also arrived among the crowd.
Standing opposite the disciples from Shushan, Yi Bo on the left is wearing a long cyan coat and is dressed as a disciple from Tangjiabao. The man in the lead had eyebrows as white as snow, about eighty years old, a pair of eagle-like eyes, and a smile at the corner of his mouth. At first glance, I feel that he is cunning and not a good thing.
The group on the right is wearing a brown long coat from Perak Hall. The leader has sharp eyes and is not a kind person.
"Tang Zhiwu, Lei Wanchou, what brought you to our Shushan Sword Sect?" Dao Xuan said, hugging the leaders of both sides with a smile on his face.
"Niubi, I, Lei Hu, am a straight person. Let's speak frankly. You won this championship. I, Lei, am not convinced!" Lei Wanqiu roared, getting straight to the point.
"Oh? Didn't Lei Jie lose to my Lu Jingyuan? Why is there a stronger young master in your Perak Hall? Then how about we open a road and compete again?"
After talking for a while, Lei Wanchou's face turned red with embarrassment, his eyes were as round as copper bells with anger, and his mouth opened. Leng didn't utter a single word.
Obviously, Daoxuan's words touched the sore spot of Lei.
"Stop talking nonsense here," Tang Zhiwu shouted loudly, "To tell you the truth, we are here to ask you for a word today: hand over your quota. We will leave immediately, otherwise, hehe! Don't blame us for being unkind. La."
Master Daoxuan glanced at the two of them and said, "This is a rule set by the higher-ups. If you don't accept it, you can come to the higher-ups to argue, but why are you coming to me for bad luck?"
"The rules set by the higher-ups are correct. We can't protest. But if you hand over your quota and abstain from voting, the higher-ups will run again." Lei Wanchou got angry and shouted loudly.
"What can you do to me if I don't hand over my quota? With your little weight like Lei Hu, I haven't taken it seriously yet." Faced with Lei Wanchou's naked threat, Master Daoxuan was just dismissive.
"It seems that the rumors are correct. You have reached the peak of the late Earth Spirit Realm! Don't take me, the late Earth Spirit Realm, seriously." Lei Wanchou said in deep thought, but he couldn't help but retreat in his heart.
"But if Thunder Tiger and I join forces, what do you think is the chance of winning?" Tang Zhiwu spoke up and said in a sinister tone.
Daoxuan's face suddenly turned pale and bloodless, his eyebrows twisted into a ball involuntarily, his solemn emotion was about to come out, and his eyes flickered uncertainly.
"Shushan Sword Sect is not a vegetarian. Since the sect was established for more than a thousand years, there have been many people who went up to the mountain to challenge the sect regardless of their own abilities. In the end, without exception, they died."
Master Daoxuan calmed down and continued speaking categorically, "If you two want to kill yourself, as the leader of a sect, I have no choice but to give up this old fate and stay with you to the end! But for a quota, I will not hesitate to risk my life. Do you think it’s worth it?”
Lei Wanchou hesitated, but then he heard Tang Zhiwu loudly say, "Of course it's worth it! You have reached the peak of the late Earth Spirit Realm, and you can break through with one more step and reach the legendary Heaven Spirit Realm. If we don't take the opportunity to fight for it now, where will we be in the future?" Any chance of competing with the Shushan Sword Sect?"
Speaking of which, there seems to be no room for relaxation. The disciples on both sides unsheathed their steel swords and glared at each other, waiting for the master's order.
The atmosphere suddenly became heavy, and there was a suffocating breath in the air.
Master Daoxuan took a step forward and approached Lei Wanchou and Tang Zhiwu. He put his hand on their arms and activated Taiqing Xuan Gong. Suddenly he saw green smoke curling above his head, and his eyes were filled with divine light.
Lei Wanchou and Tang Zhiwu were put on their arms and didn't feel anything strange at first. In the blink of an eye, his eyebrows were furrowed, his face showed pain, and there was a pain like gnawing at the bottom of his heart.
Both of them are world-famous first-class martial arts masters, how could they commit such a crime so easily?
I saw that the two people's eyes were filled with divine light, and they activated their Xuan Gong at the same time, and each of them built a strong cyclone defense wall outside themselves.
A cyclone wall also appeared outside Daoxuan's body. The three cyclone walls shone with the unique properties of their respective techniques. When they hit each other, they made a deafening explosion. At the same time, the three people were shaken away.
Now that the headmaster has taken action, his disciples also rushed forward, shouting to kill Zhentian, and they joined together. Each performs their most powerful killing moves to attack the enemy coming straight ahead. In an instant, three groups of people gathered together.
Lu Jingyuan stretched out his hands, and suddenly saw two sword energy flying out from the left and right, shooting at the oncoming enemies, sending them back to the west.
Suddenly I felt wind blowing from the back of my head, as if a sharp blade was coming through the air. He did not dare to be careless and hurriedly sank his body back into the shape of a "stone arch bridge", and a sharp and sharp sword energy flew past him.
When he looked up, he saw an imposing young man. Lu Jingyuan couldn't help but said angrily, "Since you have been defeated by me, Lei Jie, you still dare to come here to provoke me. Don't you feel shameless?"
"Teacher's orders cannot be violated! I'm offended."
"Stop talking nonsense to him. If you don't kill him now, there will be endless troubles!"
A young man also rushed out from the Tangjiabao camp. He was handsome and handsome. He said a cold word and swung out a sword with his palm. The energy of the sword carried the strong wind and struck towards Lu Jingyuan.
Lu Jingyuan flew backwards, pinched his fingers with both hands, and formed a defensive barrier around his body. He rolled his eyes at the person who made the move, and couldn't help but feel angry, "Tang Yong, you are a despicable villain, you hurt people with hidden arrows, if you have the guts, let's fight!"
"You think I'm stupid! If I fight alone, I'm no match for you. However, Lei Jie and I join forces, and today next year will be your memorial day!"
As he spoke, he swung his palm sword again and encouraged Lei Jie to take action.
Lei Jie and Tang Yong teamed up to fight Lu Jingyuan. One for close combat and one for distance attack. In an instant, Lu Jingyuan was defeated steadily, and he could only parry, but had no power to fight back.
Lu Jingyuan frowned deeply. If he continued like this, once the spiritual power in his dantian was exhausted, the only thing waiting for him would be death.
The light in his eyes flashed, and in an instant, thousands of thoughts flashed through his mind. He waved a palm towards Lei and Tang, turned around and ran away into the distance.
Tang Yong originally intended to kill Lu Jingyuan, but when he saw that he was trying to escape, he was not willing to relax. He raised his flying sword and chased after him. From time to time, sharp swords were fired at him.
Lu Jingyuan relied on the solid defensive barrier to cover his sword and flew for a while, ignoring Tang Yong's attack.
Seeing that Lei Jie did not follow him, he turned around suddenly, and the three swords on his back were sacrificed in the air at the same time. Pinching his fingers with both hands and reciting the mantra, the three black iron swords formed a layer of snow-white frost amid the murderous aura constantly pouring out of Lu Jingyuan's body, exuding bursts of cold air.
"Sanqinghuayuan!"
Driven by the huge spiritual power, the three swords flew out towards Tang Yong, turning into three points of white light, carrying the power of piercing Jiuyou.
Seeing this formation, Tang Yong turned pale. He knew that with his level of cultivation, it would be impossible to resist. In this life-threatening situation, out of a little survival instinct, he still used his fingers to activate layers of defensive barriers. Fight to the death.
Three swords, one in front and two in back, greeted Tang Yong. When the leading sword hit the barrier, it vibrated violently and cracked. The second sword that followed directly broke through the thick defensive barrier.
The last sword, with endless killing intent, pierced Tang Yong's thick chest and penetrated from behind. Unstoppable.
Sitting on the ground, Tang Yong's eyes flashed with shock. Now he can only breathe out but not in. Seeing that life is coming to an end, there is still a doubt in his eyes that cannot be relieved.
He raised his head, looked at the lofty victor, and asked the doubt in his heart, "Why are you and I both at the late Xuanling realm, and I can't even take one of your moves?"
Seeing the dying Tang Yong, Lu Jingyuan was just disdainful. Seeing that the other person's life was not long, he simply answered him readily, "I am already at the peak of the late Xuanling realm."
"So that's it..." Suddenly realizing it, Tang Jie fell down and couldn't help mumbling. As life goes away, the body gradually becomes colder.
While adjusting his breath, Lu Jingyuan looked around, looking for Lei Jie's figure, with a solemn look on his face.
Now, he has consumed too much spiritual power and cannot perform his killing move in a short period of time. This is very disadvantageous on a rapidly changing battlefield.
If Lei Jie takes the opportunity to take action at this time, the consequences will be disastrous.
Finally, Lei Jie's figure was found. Lu Jingyuan's face did not show any joy, but instead became more solemn.
I saw that Lei Jie had already made preliminary preparations for the attack. With both hands pinched, spiritual energy condensed on the index and middle fingers. As time passed, it finally formed a white lightsaber more than three feet long, filled with murderous intent.
"Qi sword finger!"
After doing this, Lei Jie shouted loudly, and the giant sword was pushed out by him and shot towards Lu Jingyuan.
The murderous aura pressed forward like a scourge, and the breath of death followed closely behind, making Lu Jingyuan feel even more exhausted after the battle.
He frowned, swung his bulky body, and made his last resistance. He activated the last trace of spiritual power in his body and formed a defensive barrier outside his body.
"Shushan sword cultivator, the swordman and the swordman are one, and would rather break than bend."
This is the teaching of our ancestors. Lu Jingyuan still remembered it vividly in his heart. Now that disaster is approaching, it is time to die as a martyr.
