Aiming for the Immortal Path

Immediately afterwards, the one-armed man activated the sword technique in his hand.

Accompanied by a crisp sword roar that resounded throughout the surroundings, a flying sword shaped like a flying eagle, about seven inches long, exquisite in shape, exuding rich spirituality, appeared in the air and appeared in front of him.

The flying sword trembles erratically with the sword technique, and as the light flows, there seems to be an unruly eagle, fluttering its wings, trying to fly high.

And following the movement of the eagle, suddenly, a powerful and domineering aura emanated from the sword.

Around the one-armed man, the real energy that was flowing out of control and escaping to the quicksand below stopped for an instant.

Immediately, this part of the true energy rose instead of falling. It broke free from the shackles of the devouring power and was absorbed into the flying sword according to the sword technique.

"Buzz!"

The next moment, there was a buzzing sound from heaven and earth, and a sword light of a hundred feet appeared in the sky and earth.

The sword light appeared, and the domineering aura from all directions also reached a new level.

Under the urging of the one-armed man's sword technique, the flying sword slashed through the air with sword light.

As soon as the sword came out, Liu Hua, the Sword Master of the East China Sea who had been closing his eyes and concentrating on the sand dozens of miles away and paying no attention to everything around him, suddenly opened his eyes wide.

The eyes were like sword light, and they locked onto the hundred-foot-long sword light reflected in the distant sky with a snap.

"Huh? What a domineering and arrogant swordsman! Are you someone who is both in the out-of-body stage and can concentrate on the sword?"

"If this person is immortal, he might be the one who can certify the sword for me!"

"This trip is indeed worthwhile!"

Whispering in his mouth, Liu Hua did not make any unnecessary movements, he just squinted his eyes and silently stared at the sword light in the distance.

And between Liu Hua and the one-armed man.

At this time, Su Twelve was running in a hurry with Lin Hezhou.

"What a powerful sword move. Just the aftermath of the sword's intention can already make people feel uneasy and make them timid before fighting. Is this... the means and ability of the sword cultivator of the Xuanyuan Sword Sect?"

"Xuanyuan Sword Sect's reputation as the pinnacle of swordsmanship is truly well-deserved!"

Feeling the spread of sword intent, Lin Hezhou paused slightly and couldn't help but sigh.

Listening to the voice coming from his ears, Su Twelve didn't react at all.

He just stared, looking straight ahead.

The moment he saw a few figures in the distance, an almost forgotten memory suddenly came to mind.

Even though hundreds of years had passed, he still recognized the identity of the two familiar figures in the distance at a glance.

It was no one else, but a fellow sect member of the same peak in the Yun Ge Sect who first entered the world of immortality. The real person under the pseudonym he uses now is Han Yu, as well as his senior sister Xiao Yue who helped him a lot back then.

The road to immortality is vast, and there has been no whereabouts of the two of them for hundreds of years.

In Su Twelve's mind, the two of them might have died long ago, or they might have died due to some accident.

But I never expected that I would see it here again after hundreds of years.

Looking at what they were wearing, it was obvious that they had not only advanced in cultivation, but had also become members of the Xuanyuan Sword Sect.

At this moment, Su Twelve's inner emotions were like an overturned mixing station, with mixed flavors and he couldn't tell what kind of emotion he was feeling.

At this moment, all he saw was his old friend.

Apart from anything else, if his old friend was in trouble, he would naturally not be able to just sit back and watch.

He doesn't have much real energy left, so seeing the cooperation of several people in the distance can be regarded as a tacit understanding. Han Yu's cultivation is even more impressive, and he is now in an extremely critical situation.

Taking advantage of this gap, he ran forward relying only on his physical strength.

While running, he also accelerated the absorption of the recovery elixir in his body as quickly as possible.

When facing the enemy in battle, the more true energy you have, the more strength you will have

Quantity and odds of success.

As for Lin Hezhou's sighing voice, naturally he couldn't hear it.

Um? Looking at the seniors like this, they seem to be very nervous about these people from the Xuanyuan Sword Sect?

Could it be said that these people also have friendship with their seniors?

Hiss... Senior is a senior after all, and the number of friends he has made is really amazing. However, the senior is a man of righteousness, so it is no wonder that he can make friends all over the world.

Seeing that Su Twelve did not respond, Lin Hezhou sighed repeatedly in his heart.

Thoughts flashed through his mind, he took another step and continued to rush forward with Su Twelve.

At the same time, Taoist Xueyun, who was approaching step by step as the sword light slashed down, stopped suddenly.

"Huh? You are a very brave little guy. How dare you activate your true energy in such a big way and perform such amazing magic and sword moves in such a special place?"

"But, do you really think that this will make me afraid of you?"

Taoist Xueyun stood still, his cold gaze falling on Han Yu, the murderous intent in his eyes undiminished.

As he spoke, the demonic energy in his body moved slightly, and against the devouring power brought by the quicksand, he began to chant the incantation quickly.

The amount of demonic energy in his body wasn't too much, but he acted as he pleased.

With a 'whoosh' sound, a black command flag suddenly appeared through the air.

The flag moved automatically in the absence of wind. On the flag, a white skull pattern seemed to come alive, emitting a torrent of evil light.

The evil light spread, and in an instant, the monstrous evil energy that enveloped the quicksand area for dozens of miles gathered in front of the flag at an alarming speed as if summoned.

In the blink of an eye, a huge white skull filled with evil energy appeared in the sky and earth.

The skull opened its mouth and sucked in, and an astonishing suction force appeared. On the ground, the yellow sand on the ground trembled and suspended in the air. Affected by the suction force, it was absorbed into the skull's mouth.

Immediately after,

The skull looked at the incoming sword light and spat out.

The yellow sand all over the sky spewed out like water waves, instantly engulfing the sword light of a hundred feet.

Wrapped in the yellow sand, the sound of clashing gold and silver can be heard endlessly, and the two sides' offensives are fiercely fighting.

The violently vibrating energy continued to spread, and before it could dissipate between heaven and earth, it was swallowed up by the quicksand and absorbed into the quicksand.

There was only half a cup of tea before and after, and the fierce collision suddenly disappeared.

The yellow sand in the sky dissipated, and the evil energy gathered around the skull again.

And the sword light of a hundred feet was swallowed up by the yellow sand in the sky, and the majestic sword force disappeared invisible.

The flying sword, which was as powerful as an eagle, turned into a stream of light and flew back to Han Yu.

At this time, the flying sword's body was mottled and rusty, and the flow of brilliance was also vaguely unsmooth.

Under the invasion of evil spirits, the Feijian itself was also stained to a certain extent.

"This... what kind of magic weapon is this? Not only can it break Senior Brother Han's sword moves, but the evil energy can also deface the flying sword itself?"

Fu Yan stood aside and couldn't help but exclaimed. Watching the two fighting, she didn't even have the courage to make a move.

Hearing Fu Yan's voice, Baili Lingquan, who was trying his best to keep Xiao Yue alive, couldn't help but shrink his pupils and his heart instantly sank to the bottom.

At this moment, the idea of ​​​​running away became more and more determined.

There was still no expression on his face, "Senior Brother Han, how are you doing? This person's magic weapon is weird. You must not fight with him head-on. If you want to hold him back, you can only try to force him to use his own martial arts. This will make him weird." The devouring power left him unable to take care of himself.”

First he asked about Han Yu's condition, and then he issued reminders one after another.

As a disciple of the Xuanyuan Sword Sect, he has cultivated to the level of out-of-body cultivation, so his knowledge is naturally quite good.

In an instant, he already understood the situation in front of him.