Aiming for the Immortal Path

The sword light didn't seem to fly very fast, but it arrived in an instant.

Zhang Daochang looked through the flying sword in front of him, his pupils kept zooming, and then he realized it.

The flying sword that was swallowed up just now was actually not broken.

On the contrary, Wu Lun's sword shadow, which had not yet rushed in front of Feng Heyu, was inexplicably broken in just one breath!

The shadow of the Wulun sword was gone, and as far as the eye could see, there was only this unavoidable sword, which was like a death-seeking sword!

The flying sword in front of him was still unremarkable.

But the fierce murderous intent enveloped him, making Daoist Zhang feel short of breath, the hair all over his body stood upside down, and cold sweat broke out on his back.

The shadow of death loomed over me, and the fear in my heart was uncontrollable and arose spontaneously.

But as a sword cultivator from the Wuji Sect, his strength is second only to Xiao Muzi. In terms of courage and strength, he is definitely not comparable to ordinary cultivators.

At the critical moment of life and death, in just a moment, Daozhang Zhang suppressed the fear in his heart.

The sword finger moved again, and the flying sword flashed and appeared in his hand.

Holding the sword in his hand, Daozhang Zhang immediately raised his sword to face it, facing the sword light in front of him.

The sword tips faced each other for a moment.

Zhang Daochang's body trembled, his expression suddenly changed, and his eyes were filled with astonishment and shock.

At this moment, I felt a majestic and sharp sword intent rushing into my body through the flying sword.

Astonishing sword energy raged in the body, countless sword energy ran along the meridians, and then came out through the body.

In just an instant, Zhang Daochang's body was riddled with holes and turned into a bloody man, who was severely injured.

Even the golden elixir in his body was severely damaged and dimmed by the wash of sword intent.

He opened his mouth and spit out blood, and his bleeding body retreated violently. At this moment, his consciousness was blurred due to the serious injury.

Only the hand holding the sword kept shaking, but never let go.

He knew in his heart that this... was his chance of survival.

It all happened suddenly.

From Shen Miao

Yin and others warned, and it took only a blink of an eye for Daozhang Zhang to be seriously injured.

Many monks present stared with wide eyes in disbelief!

Everyone present knew about Zhang Daozhang's strength. He knew that he might not be his opponent, but he didn't expect that the opponent's simple move would produce results!

In fact, not only everyone, but even Taoist Zhang himself did not expect that he would be defeated so quickly and completely!

Just when Zhang Daozhang was struggling to hold on and his life was hanging by a thread, a tall and heroic figure appeared behind him.

"The sword's intention hides the sword! Taoist friend's profound knowledge of swordsmanship is really a destructive and ruthless method!"

The voice sounded, and Xiao Muzi slapped Daochang Zhang behind him.

A burst of true energy poured in, and the true energy surged magnificently.

In just an instant, the sword energy and sword intent raging in Zhang Daozhang's body were completely wiped out.

Behind the black scabbard, the flying sword is submerged in the scabbard, and the Tai Chi Yin Yang white jade inlaid in the sword's boring is gently rotating.

A shocking sword light rushed out and hit Feng Heyu's flying sword.

"Qiang!"

Electric sparks flashed, followed by a crisp sound.

Feijian fell down and sank into the ground.

Astonishing energy escaped from it, shaking the ground in the canyon and setting off billowing waves of dust.

This seemingly ordinary sword actually contains such terrifying power?

Seeing this scene, the three monks present were all shocked and inexplicable, and then they came to their senses. This is not an ordinary sword, it is clearly a very high and profound sword move.

This...is the Sword Intention Hidden Sword? !

Do you hide Wulun sword intention in the sword body? !

When facing an enemy in battle, if you don't pay attention to such a move in advance, you will definitely suffer a big loss.

Is this person... really just a golden elixir stage monk?

Su Twelve stood in front of the crowd, his pupils shrank, and he silently kept this situation in mind.

Not only Taoist Zhang did not understand the mystery of this sword, he and many monks present were also puzzled!

If Xiao Muzi hadn't mentioned it, he wouldn't even have known that after practicing swordsmanship to an advanced level, he could control his sword intention and sword energy so freely.

Seeing the flying sword fall to the ground, Feng Heyu looked indifferent, her eyes fell on Xiao Muzi, but she nodded slightly, and a strange color flashed quickly in her eyes.

"It's a bit interesting... But with your Golden Core cultivation level, you have such strength and swordsmanship skills. You little guy surprised me."

"But when facing an enemy in battle, it's either life or death. It doesn't matter what the method is!"

The melodious voice sounded, like the tinkling of a clear spring, and the eyelids were lifted slightly. Danfeng's eyes were as charming as silk, which made countless monks' hearts flutter. .??.

But before he finished speaking, another flying sword hovering in front of Feng Heyu shot out of the air like lightning, like a thunderbolt breaking through the night, and its target was still directed at Daozhang Zhang.

The sword flew out, and a raging evil wind suddenly rolled up in the canyon.

Xiao Muzi's pupils shrank, as if facing a formidable enemy, and the flying sword behind him trembled violently as if sensing the crisis.

"presumptuous!!!"

With an angry rebuke, the flying sword behind his back suddenly unsheathed for three seconds.

In an instant, a dazzling white light flashed through the dim sky and earth, dividing the darkness.

"boom!"

The next second, the sword light and the flying sword met, and the fierce explosion was so powerful that it shook the heaven and the earth, causing countless rocks on both sides of the canyon to peel off and collapse, causing billowing dust and sand to fill the sky and the earth.

However, the offensive of both sides only lasted for less than a breath. With a loud explosion, the white light across the sky disappeared, replaced by Feng Heyu's sharp flying sword.

The flying sword brings cold light, kills

The machine still enveloped Daozhang Zhang.

"What? How... is this possible?!"

Xiao Muzi exclaimed, shocked by the opponent's strength.

Before he finished speaking, his eyes became more solemn and determined than ever before. The true energy in his body was rising again, and the long sword on his back was shaking more violently.

The long sword, which was originally only three points out, was slowly pulled out of the scabbard again.

Only this time, it was extremely slow.

The sword only came out an inch, and it seemed like an evil dragon coming out of its confinement, and an extremely terrifying aura emanated from it.

On the other hand, Xiao Muzi's face was as pale as snow, and beads of sweat were falling from his forehead.

With his great strength, it takes so much effort to force the sword, which shows how extraordinary this move is.

"What kind of magic weapon is this sword? It has such an amazing aura?!"

Feeling this aura, Su Twelve and the many monks present cast their eyes on the sword behind Xiao Muzi.

Feng Heyu, who had been lazy all the time, also had a straightened expression.

"Senior brother! You can't... you can't!"

However, just when Xiao Muzi was about to make his sword move, Zhang Daozhang, who was almost unconscious, suddenly woke up.

Dragging his heavily injured body, he forced his true energy to knock Xiao Muzi back and interrupted his attack.

At this moment, his eyes were filled with fear.

That was a fear that was more terrifying to him than death.

Feeling the flying sword return to its sheath, the fear in Zhang Daozhang's eyes dissipated, and he faced the flying sword in front of him with a calm expression.

"snort!"

Before Feng Heyu's flying sword could hit Daozhang Zhang, Shen Miaoyin heard a cold snort from the fog.

The sword moves with the sound.

One red and one blue, two equally sharp sword lights flew out.

One red sword light lay between Feijian and Zhang Daozhang, and the other blue sword light was directed towards Feng Heyu in the distance.