Martial Cultivator

"Dong..."

A deep bell sounded in the mountains.

The bell sounded as if it came from the distant wilderness, traveling through time, and finally sounded in the ears of many Taoists.

The Taoists on each mountain peak all looked at the same place, where the bell sounded. All the Taoists looked solemn. At the beginning of going up the mountain, everyone would be led by their respective teachers to talk about the mountain rules. In that process, there was no doubt that the teachers would emphasize what it meant when the bell in the mountain sounded.

They had never heard such a bell sound in the mountains for many years. They thought that they would never hear such a bell sound in this life, but they didn't expect it to sound at this moment.

"Is it really... that bell sound?"

A Taoist said in disbelief. He had practiced in the mountains for many years, and he had never thought that one day he would be able to hear this bell sound in the mountains.

"Is the sky going to change?"

"How did Guangling become the master of this mountain?!"

"Qiuling Mountain should not have been handed over to him!"

"He wants to destroy Qiuling Mountain!"

A sect can last for hundreds of years, relying on generations of people making fewer mistakes or even no mistakes, but if it wants to collapse, it only takes one generation to make mistakes, and the foundation of the whole mountain will be gone.

Now, in the eyes of the Taoists on the mountain, the bell rang because the decision of the new mountain master was problematic, which led to this situation.

But such a cognition is probably terrible, especially at this moment, when the Taoists on the mountain faced a strong enemy, they did not think about how to deal with it, but blamed the mountain master Guangling Zhenren.

Whether a sect can continue to continue and whether it can continue to climb, in fact, many times, there is no need to see how many powerful cultivators are still in the mountain gate. Just look at the atmosphere of the mountain, and you can probably understand it. Now the atmosphere of Qiuling Mountain, at a glance, you can know what the situation is.

But the bell was rung after all, and many Taoists in the mountains turned into streams of light and rushed to the mountain where Chen Chao was.

But the stream of light did not fall on the mountain first, a clear sword light rose first, and a sword passed by, and a mountain was cut open by a sword at this moment.

The huge mountain rumbled towards the ground, countless rocks kept rolling down, and countless Taoists screamed miserably.

"It's Baopu Peak!"

A Taoist was in the clouds outside the peak, looking at the scene in front of him, his face was extremely ugly, and he couldn't believe it.

Baopu Peak, one of the seventy-two peaks, was actually cut open by a sword at this moment?

At this moment, they didn't want to know who was so bold, but were shocked that there was such a sword cultivator in the world, and a sword had such great power?

Before they could come to their senses, a sword light spread out again, coming out from the broken peak, drawing a long, bright and snow-white line, which seemed to divide the world into two halves in an instant.

As the sword light continued to move forward, those streams of light were directly intercepted by the sword light and could not approach the mountain where the young warrior was.

All the Taoists fell into the mountains one after another, just like the autumn wind blowing, with yellow leaves all over the ground.

In the distant mountains, the Taoist energy condensed, and the majestic Taoist energy soared into the sky, and then turned into a huge magic sword, far away in the sky, and then fell heavily.

A tall old Taoist, holding a peach wood sword, appeared in the clouds, overlooking the mountain with a solemn expression.

He was of a very high generation, and the old Taoist who had taken action before also called him a senior brother.

It was just that the huge magic sword suddenly slashed down at this moment. Although it separated the sea of ​​clouds in an instant, the majestic Dao Qi soon encountered a sword light after falling.

The sword light rushed forward with endless sharpness and hit it in an instant. There was no preparation. The two terrifying auras met here. There were no fancy means, just the simplest head-on collision.

Soon, this place became an inaccessible battlefield for the cultivators under Fuyun.

Here, the auras entangled and fought, and in an instant, a great terror occurred. Countless spaces were broken around, and there seemed to be countless cracks on the sky.

That was not the real sky curtain, but the mountain protection formation of Qiuling Mountain. This formation used the seventy-two peaks as the core of the formation. Theoretically, it could block Fuyun monks for a long time. But who would have thought that Yu Xiyi, the great swordsman, had already seen the structure of this formation clearly. He had accumulated a sword before and simply cut a mountain with one sword, destroying one of the cores of the formation. Although this did not directly break the mountain protection formation, it also made it no longer perfect.

So when the two fought, these terrifying auras hit the mountain protection formation again and again, naturally causing cracks in the formation.

And judging from the current situation, in some time, this mountain protection formation will be directly broken by these auras.

"Master, if this goes on, the formation will break sooner or later."

The Broken Tongue Taoist was worried. He looked at the cracks on the sky, speechless, with his eyes full of worry. He was the confidant of Master Guangling, the master of the mountain, and was determined to accompany his master to accomplish great things, but the current situation really made him feel extremely scared.

Will Qiu Lingshan stop here?

He was not willing to accept such a result.

Master Guangling seemed much calmer, "The formation is broken, just repair it. If we can't kill the two of them today, what's the point of not breaking the formation?"

As the master of a mountain, he looked at things much more long-term. He knew that the focus today was never how much the Qiuling Mountain lost, but whether the two people could be truly eliminated.

"I'm afraid there are not many seniors who are in seclusion in the mountain now. Even if they all come out... can they really come out?"

The Broken Tongue Taoist sighed.

The bell had already sounded. Logically, everyone in the mountain should know that this Qiuling Mountain has reached the most critical moment, but at this time, there are still Taoists who don't care about it. It has to be said that this is really a tragedy.

Guangling Zhenren remained silent, just looking at the sky again.

The majestic magic swords have begun to collapse.

After defeating the magic sword, the terrifying sword light continued to move towards the old Taoist in the clouds. The old Taoist's white hair was flying, and he was frightened by the sword light and couldn't calm down.

He waved the peach wood sword in his hand, trying to block the sword, but the sword came with great force, forcibly cutting a path and slashing directly towards his body.

The old Taoist dodged in panic, but his Taoist robe was torn to pieces in an instant.

Some strips of cloth floated in the sky.

The old Taoist was still in shock, but soon a figure appeared in front of him.

"Old pig dog, do you really think you can dodge it?"

Yu Xiyi's voice suddenly sounded, and then a sword cut across.

The old Taoist watched the sword pass by, and subconsciously raised the peach wood sword in his hand, trying to block the sword, but the two swords collided, and the peach wood sword was cut in two by the sword in an instant.

The old Taoist's peach wood sword was also unusual. It was originally a magic weapon he had been refining for many years. Although it looked like peach wood, it was much tougher than a flying sword.

But now, it is still broken.

"Puff..."

The old Taoist spat out a mouthful of blood. His mind was originally connected to his peach wood sword. At this moment, the peach wood sword was broken, and he was naturally seriously injured.

But Yu Xiyi did not intend to give him a chance to breathe. After breaking his chest with a sword, he immediately restrained the sword energy around him and continued to deliver the second sword. This sword was more fierce. With just one sword, he cut the old Taoist back hundreds of feet.

The old Taoist kept retreating. At this moment, he even wanted to escape from here, because the young sword fairy opposite was really too scary.

But this is Qiuling Mountain. The Taoists on the mountain are watching around. Even if he wants to leave, where can he escape to?

And if he really escapes, then the blow to the Taoists on Qiuling Mountain at this moment must be very huge.

So no matter what, the old Taoist can't leave at this moment.

But if he doesn't leave, he will have to pay a price.

A sword light passed by again, and the old Taoist's face became even uglier.

Under this sword, the old Taoist kept retreating, and finally a large amount of blood fell from the clouds.

"Master uncle!"

There were some exclamations from all the peaks. They all had high hopes for this old Taoist of a very high generation, hoping that he could turn the tide, but the current situation is that he has gradually lost, and I am afraid that he will die here soon.

"I don't know if there are still masters in the mountain who are practicing, it's time to take action now!"

The Taoists looked at the peaks one after another. At this moment, they also understood the horror of the two young men. They no longer wanted anything else, just hoping to kill them quickly.

The Taoists were worried, but Master Guangling kept squinting his eyes. He was waiting.

Waiting for the last trump card in the mountain, and waiting for people outside the mountain.

He understood better than everyone present that Qiuling Mountain today looked critical at the moment, but it was far from the end of the road.

But the next moment, he was actually a little absent-minded.

That master uncle, died.

Died under the sword of the young great swordsman.

Blood spilled in the sky, extremely tragic, but such a tragic thing, happening at this moment, made them feel only fear.

This great-grandmaster also died, then what will happen next...

No one dared to think about the final result.

Perhaps everyone has a worst result in their hearts.

"Are there any seniors in the mountain?"

Seeing the young swordsman slash at a mountain again with a sword, the Taoists looked at the sword light and were speechless.

Suddenly, the sky suddenly appeared with boundless colorful clouds.

There were large clouds shining.

Dozens of figures emerged in the clouds.

The leader was majestic, and the sun, moon and stars could be vaguely seen moving around.

Guangling Zhenren breathed a sigh of relief and murmured: "Here they come!"

Now, the help of Nanhua Mountain has finally arrived!

The next moment, a mass of something suddenly hit the sky.

The figure in the cloud pointed out from a distance, and a beam of light instantly hit the mass of things, which exploded in an instant and turned into a blood mist.

It was a human head!

Master Guangling had no expression on his face, which was what he expected.

But this was far from over.

After the human head shattered, a black shadow, like a black comet, directly hit the clouds over there!