Supreme Immortal Demon

Luo Chuan turned his head to look at Huang Yazi, and Qin Jiatian's voice transmission sounded in his ears.

"This Huang Yazi was once among the ten young masters four years ago, and once ranked fifth, surpassing Yue Qun and Chen Yusheng. After being defeated by the little monster of Tianhua Palace in one move, he went into seclusion in Kunting Mountain to comprehend a seventh-grade method, and has not appeared in these years."

Buzz!

Qin Jiatian's voice had just fallen, and the sound of a knife rang out again.

After the banquet, a man walked out of the ranks of more than 30 young martial artists. The man was only eighteen or nineteen years old, tall and burly, with a majestic demeanor, but his eyes were slightly narrow and his eyes were slightly gloomy.

As soon as he showed up, he immediately attracted the attention of the elders of various sects and the envoys.

"Haha, there are quite a few people who want to take advantage of the opportunity to suppress you." Qin Jiatian transmitted his voice: "This person is Pu Yang, a secular martial artist who is as famous as you. Nan Zhou Bei Pu, Dong Bai Xi Hou, and Luo Chuan Gongzi. Among them, Bei Pu is this person. The five of you are all geniuses among this year's batch of secular martial artists, and you are recommended to the inner gates of the seven major sects."

"You don't distinguish between the superior and the inferior, you don't respect the virtuous, you don't respect the elders, and you don't follow the etiquette. I, Pu Yang, am ashamed to be on the same level with you, Luo Chuan!" Pu Yang raised his knife and slowly pointed at Luo Chuan. There was a terrifying lightning flash in his eyes, like thunder, carving a reflection on the jade pillar of the palace, revealing his profound skills.

Luo Chuan shook his head. Before the night banquet, he was still looking forward to the three secular martial artists who were as famous as him and Zhou Buchen. What kind of young heroes would they be?

Seeing Pu Yang at this time, Luo Chuan felt a little disappointed.

As a secular martial artist, this person has not yet entered the sect, and what Luo Chuan has done has nothing to do with him. He jumped out and spoke nonsense, which was obviously flattering Tianhua Palace and taking the opportunity to suppress Luo Chuan.

Fortunately, Zhou Buchen had fainted, otherwise he would have felt ashamed if he saw this scene.

Seeing Luo Chuan ignore him, Pu Yang's hostility became stronger.

He secretly glanced at the ancestors of Tianhua Palace and the leaders of various forces, but saw that there was no reaction. Pu Yang smiled coldly, tapped his toes lightly, and the whole person floated up, and his body was suspended in the air.

Exclamations rang out, not only the more than 30 young martial artists showed envy, but even many sect disciples at the fourth level of foundation building also looked sideways. You know, only when the cultivation reaches the true elixir realm can you rely on your own strength to fly in a short time. Although cultivators at the foundation building realm can also use some levitation and flying techniques, they all need to practice specific methods, and most of them are methods as high as the seventh grade.

Pu Yang was secretly proud, and with a flicker of his wrist, the knife light was like a shadow on the water, moving only for a moment, and then stopped in an instant.

There were more white marks in the air, as if they were carved by the knife. Pu Yang's knife was no longer moving, but the white marks continued to appear, and in a blink of an eye, there were already seventy or eighty more.

"What a fast knife, and good knife skills. Yuangungun, this genius of your Great Zhou is indeed as strong as Brother Chuan and Zhou Buchen." Wu Juren whispered.

"If he is not so utilitarian, perhaps he will achieve greater success in the future." Sun Zhongyuan shook his head and did not comment.

The leaders and elders of each sect all admired Pu Yang. Many elders have made up their minds to win Pu Yang over. Pu Yang's reputation and achievements have secured him a place in the inner gate of the seven major immortal sects. Now that he has shown these two skills, he has shown that his strength is no less than that of a first-class fourth-level foundation-building cultivator, which adds weight to him.

"He's good at stealing the limelight." Huang Yazi of Kunting Mountain sneered, formed a spell in his hand, and slowly floated up.

Unlike Pu Yang, Huang Yazi did not float in the air. Black shadows overflowed from his feet and gradually rolled out, like a rolling black tide. Compared with Pu Yang, Huang Yazi's flying technique was obviously more stable and majestic.

The black tide continued to roll, and it was unknown whether Huang Yazi did it intentionally or unintentionally, but there was a slight impact on Pu Yang. The snow-white knife marks trembled in the air and finally broke apart.

Pu Yang looked at Huang Yazi fearfully and said nothing.

Clang!

The flying sword moved around the beam, leaving a circle of huge waves in the air, and finally stayed steadily in the air. The figure flashed like lightning, and Guan Lushan, a female disciple of Tianhua Palace, appeared on the flying sword, silent and staring at Luo Chuan coldly.

There is a sense of soaring into the sky and domineering in her breath, which makes people think of the word "Tianhua".

Although Pu Yang and Huang Yizi are both very strong, when Guan Lushan appears, he is obviously more powerful than them in terms of breath and momentum, and his strength is still above them.

These three people are undoubtedly the three strongest disciples who came to watch the ceremony. Guan Lushan is among the young disciples of Tianhua Palace, even if he is not the strongest, he is also first-class. Huang Yizi is even the leader of the younger generation of Kunting Mountain.

The three people floated in the air, fighting intent, pointing directly at Luo Chuan, and their intentions were obvious.

Luo Chuan could not pass on the fire, and was destined to have no chance of immortality, but he was not without any value. His last bit of value was to step on his position and use him to become famous!

The elders of the six major sects were indulgent, and the disciples of each sect were clamoring loudly. The monarchs and ministers of the Tang Kingdom were worried. The war seemed to be imminent, but I don’t know which of the three Luo Chuan would choose.

Or was he timid and refused to fight?

The cool breeze of the summer night blew in from outside the hall. Luo Chuan raised his head with a clear gaze.

"In that case, let's go together."

Everyone in the hall was shocked.

Without waiting for the three to react, Luo Chuan used the wind escape technique to fly up in the wind, and at the same time, punched upward.

His body movements were light and graceful, like flying across the sky with the wind, or like flying feathers. But his fists were extremely domineering, and the wind from his fists was wrapped in air waves, as if he could overturn the dome of the palace.

Five months ago in Fengqi Palace, Luo Chuan first realized the wind escape technique. In the past five months, Luo Chuan's attainments in the wind escape technique have made rapid progress, not inferior to the water and fire techniques.

His body movements were light and his fists were domineering. The two completely different artistic conceptions were rubbed together by Luo Chuan, and his fists swept through, instantly involving Guan Lushan and the other two in the battle circle.

The faces of the three people changed at the same time. They didn't expect Luo Chuan to be so domineering, fighting three with one, and fighting as soon as he said it!

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, who among the three people of Guan Lushan was willing to bear the crime of bullying the few with the majority? It was this hesitation that made the three people miss the best opportunity and handed the initiative to Luo Chuan.

In mid-air, Luo Chuan showed a mysterious smile on his face.

His body turned into flowing wind, and instantly dispersed into thousands of strands. At this time, a strange scene appeared above the hall. Thousands of winds flew back and forth, making bursts of whistles. These thousands of winds seemed to have independent consciousness, and rushed towards Guan Lushan and the other two along different trajectories and directions.

Wind is invisible and colorless, and can only be captured from the traces of air waves. Guan Lushan and the other two had lost the opportunity, and it was too late to capture the trajectory of Luo Chuan's wind escape technique.

Pu Yang waved his long sword, and the shadows of the sword were heavy and overwhelming, leaving white traces in the air, wrapping himself in it. However, the next moment, he saw a flash in front of his eyes, and a figure gradually emerged from the wind. From blur to clarity, it seemed very slow, and it seemed very fast. It was completely presented in the blink of an eye. It was Luo Chuan.

Pu Yang's face changed slightly. Although he had the skill of building a foundation, he was born in the martial arts world after all. Facing the mysterious and unpredictable immortal Taoism, he instinctively had a trace of fear.

"Don't worry, martial arts are enough for you."

Luo Chuan seemed to see Pu Yang's thoughts, smiled, and slapped him with his backhand.

Pu Yang raised his sword to meet the attack, and suddenly activated all his true energy, instantly condensing a layer of "hard ice" on the blade. This is his trump card, the fake sword energy! Often at the last moment, it is used unexpectedly to turn the tide of the battle.

"The end of being too stubborn. There are at least nine out of ten immortal disciples who have been defeated by this move of mine."

Pu Yang was ecstatic, and there was already a trace of pity in his eyes when he looked at Luo Chuan.

The sword and palm collided, but the bloody scene that Pu Yang imagined did not happen. The irresistible force surged from the other end of the sword. Pu Yang's arms trembled wildly, and he felt that he was in the top of the storm and waves, unable to resist, and felt like vomiting blood.

What a great power! How could he have such a profound skill!

Pu Yang screamed in his heart, and looked around, and saw Luo Chuan using his palm to hit the sword energy blade hard, and slapped four palms in a snap of his fingers. The angle and rhythm of each palm were different. The sword energy, which was as sharp as a magic weapon, only left a shallow white mark on his palm.

Pu Yang was so scared that his soul flew away. Among his peers, he had never met anyone who could counter his fake sword energy with his bare hands. This fake sword energy was created when he saved a cultivator in his early years. The cultivator had profound Taoism and taught him this magic. It was with this magic that he defeated many martial arts geniuses of his generation, and was almost invincible, step by step to his current position.

The fifth palm.

With a "snap", the fake sword energy shattered, and the sword broke into two pieces.

More than 200,000 pounds of force flowed out along Luo Chuan's palm.

Pu Yang didn't even groan, and was blown away thirty steps, vomiting blood in the air. After falling to the ground, he bounced twice and fainted.

In the eyes of most immortal disciples, Luo Chuan's palm strike and complete victory took only a blink of an eye, which was amazingly fast.

The most shocking were Huang Yazi and Guan Lushan. Pu Yang's strength was on the same level as them, but he was easily defeated by Luo Chuan. If it were me, how many moves could I have taken in the face of that mysterious and powerful palm?

At this moment, Huang Yazi and Guan Lushan both wanted to retreat, but the harsh words had already been spoken, so they could only bite the bullet and fight.

Huang Yazi chanted something and pressed the "Black God Technique". The black shadows under his feet became thicker and thicker, like a pile of dark clouds, densely packed, surrounding him.

Huang Yazi was also afraid of Luo Chuan's invisible wind escape technique, and wanted to use clouds to control the wind and defend against Luo Chuan's attack first.

The wind and clouds were surging in the palace hall, and suddenly there was a sound of flowing water, as if it was raining.

Huang Yazi subconsciously glanced outside the hall with his peripheral vision, but found that the sky was clear, the moon was bright and the stars were shining.

Not good!

Huang Yazi's heart tightened, and a moment later he found that the thousands of flowing winds disappeared without a trace, and were replaced by dense raindrops!

Huang Yazi saw a shadow appear five steps in front of him. The shadow was completely made of rain, but it gathered into a human shape. Looking closely, it was a young man with long hair hanging down to his waist. Who else could it be but Luo Chuan?

Seeing Luo Chuan, who turned into rain, Huang Yazi panicked.

After all, Huang Yazi was the best among the foundation-building disciples of Kunting Mountain. At the critical moment, he pinched a seal and flew back.

"Qian Kun Shield!"

Chanting a spell, Huang Yazi suddenly pushed out his arms, and a circle of light appeared in front of him, containing a huge force of nearly 200,000 pounds, as hard as gold and jade.

Clang!

The rain gathered into a wave of white waves and hit the Qian Kun Shield, only splashing a piece of water and failing to move forward.

Another figure appeared from the side, but it was Guan Lushan who came with a sword and forced towards Luo Chuan.

Seeing this, Huang Yazi's confidence suddenly soared.