Taoist Huang Ting

Under the Five Prisons Peak.

Clang!

Clang!

Two sword lights flashed away.

One of them was like a bomb blast on the mountain peak, making a roaring sound, and the energy vibrated for three hundred miles.

The other one is carrying wind and super fire. It makes no sound when it falls and makes no sound when it returns.

Qin Fan stood proudly in the void, holding a sword in one hand.

Bow.

He glanced at the 'Du'e Immortal Clothes' given to him by his master, and saw that his chest was scorched black. The opponent's sword just landed right on his chest.

Although it was blocked by the 'Du'e Immortal Clothes', it was not penetrated by the flying sword.

But his heart was shattered in an instant.

"puff!"

A mouthful of reverse blood spurted out.

Qin Fan staggered two steps, his face a little pale, but his eyes were bright, and there was even a smile on his lips, as if he didn't care about the injury.

He really didn't care.

Compared with the opponent's 'Qian Buer', what does this injury mean? !

"puff!"

"puff!"

"puff!"

But on the other side, he saw Dasheng Sect True Immortal Qian Buer, kneeling on the ground with one knee, his hair disheveled, and his face and chest covered with blood. But the really scary thing is still in the abdomen.

A flying sword penetrated his dantian, causing his magic power to rush wildly. At the same time, the sword energy and thunder contained in it raged in his body, tearing his soul apart.

The foundation is destroyed.

Life is at stake.

It made him look depressed and even more crazy——

"Xianyi!"

"Ultimate Treasure Immortal Clothes!"

"How is it possible?! How can a little three-disaster true immortal and a mere loose immortal from southern Xinjiang have such a treasure!?"

I hate money very much.

I don’t even want to believe it.

If he knew that Qin Fan had this magic weapon, he would not confront him no matter what. The Two-Disaster True Immortal is said to be stronger than the Three-Disaster True Immortal, but the difference between them is only two thousand years of Taoism.

In the small and weak water realm.

Compared with the outside world, each level is weakened to a certain extent.

mana.

physical body.

soul.

All are weakened versions.

In this case, the gap between each level is greatly narrowed, resulting in countless examples of "Qi training to fight Yuan Shen", "Yuan Shen defeating true immortals" and other cross-level battles.

Kung Fu, supernatural powers, and magic weapons are all important factors that affect victory or defeat, in addition to Taoist cultivation.

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When the skills, supernatural powers and even Taoist cultivation are not much different, the magic weapon is the most important factor!

This is also the reason why in the small and weak water realm, no matter whether they are Qi practicing monks or top true immortals, they devote all their attention to studying magical powers and techniques, and looking for treasures everywhere to refine magic weapons.

Get out of the outside world.

The level of magical powers of the monks here is generally one or two levels higher.

Qin Fan's cultivation skills are not bad.

Tianshu Sword!

Du'e Immortal Clothes!

With two treasures close to you, one for attack and one for defense, you are inherently invincible!

Not to mention that this was the first time he appeared outside Wanghai Peak.

If you are not prepared, the Four Difficulties and Five Difficulties True Immortals will suffer big losses.

As for money--

A mere two-pronged true immortal is nothing more than a way to die!

Whoops!

A figure floated over and landed in front of Qian Buer.

It is the Great Victory Patriarch.

"Master!"

Qian Buer's face was sad, his eyes were dim and filled with regret.

"Don't say too much, or you'll let your energy out in vain."

Grandmaster Dasheng’s face was as frosty as ice.

With a few flicks of his fingers, a stream of magic power entered Qian Buer's body.

However, Qian Buer's body and soul were destroyed by the 'Tianshu Sword', and his magic power was released.

Unless there is an elixir to swallow.

In the mortal world, medicine and stones have no cure!

"I'm afraid I won't be able to become a disciple." Qian Buer tried his best to raise his eyelids and look at Master Dasheng with a sad look on his face.

The magic power is gone, and the soul is torn apart.

Unless an Immortal Immortal takes action and administers the elixir, there is no chance of survival. But although Taoshan is backed by the so-called "Lingkong Immortal Realm", even if the top masters at the level of "Three Immortals and Three Elders" are in danger of life and death, they can't ask for help from the immortals.

Not to mention Qian Buer, a mere two-pronged immortal.

"well!"

Master Dasheng checked the injury and sighed.

"Uncle."

Nangong Pojun strode over and stood in front of the master and disciple.

He glanced at Qian Buer, pretended to sigh, and said to Master Dasheng, "Uncle, wait a minute. After my nephew kills Qin Fan, come and keep him company with Junior Brother Qian!"

Qian Buer was still alive. When he heard these words, his eyelids trembled.

What I wanted to say, I was speechless.

"go!"

Nangong Pojun ignored him, and without even waiting for Grandmaster Dasheng to respond, he immediately raised his sword and attacked Qin Fan.

"Dacheng Sword."

"Nangong Pojun!"

Although Qin Fan is not vulgar.

There is also the 'Du'e Immortal Clothes' to protect him, but after all, he is only the True Immortal of Three Disasters. He was injured by Qian Buer's sword before, and his injuries were not serious. Facing a famous figure like Nangong Pojun who has already entered the 'Ten Tribulations' level, how can he resist? !

"Ancestor, be careful!"

Zhang Shu and the other nine Wanghaifeng elders looked at the ancestor Qin Fan who was wearing immortal clothes and standing with a sword, and their expressions tightened.

"Ah."

But seeing Qin Fan not panicking, he didn't even care about Nangong Pojun.

"Um?"

Nangong Pojun saw something strange and was immediately moved.

Just listen to the loud laughter coming from all around——

"The dignified leader of Momoyama's 'Twelve Swordsmen' actually bullied a seriously injured junior. If it spreads, it will really damage the reputation of 'Dacheng Sword'!"

The sound stirred.

Boom boom boom!

Wind and fire swept over him, and cold light flew away, protecting Qin Fan.

"Who am I? It turns out to be the 'Fenghuo Taoist' from Feilei Ridge in Southern Xinjiang!"

Nangong Pojun held the magic sword, looked at the two Taoists walking out from behind Qin Fan, and sneered, "When did the famous 'Fenghuo Taoist' in southern Xinjiang become Zhang Yang's lackeys?!"

The visitor is not someone else.

It was the famous ‘Fenghuo Taoist’ from Feilei Ridge in Southern Xinjiang.

This 'Fenghuo Taoist' is not one person, but two brothers. The name of the 'Feng Taoist' is Wu Yuan, who is good at wind control. ‘Fire Taoist’ Li Nan is good at fire magic.

These two people have always been Meng Bu Li Jiao Bu Li Meng, so all the real immortals in the world put the two together and called them 'Fenghuo Taoist'.

"Qin Fan thanks you two seniors!"

When Qin Fan saw the two of them, he felt determined and bowed to them.

"Ha ha!"

"My brothers and your master have a life-long friendship. How can we see you being deceived?"

‘Fire Taoist’ Li Nan laughed loudly, really mocking the opposite Nangong Pojun.

Nangong Pojun was not frightened, but looked at Qin Fan, especially the fairy clothes on his body, with some regret. When Taoist Fenghuo arrives, Qin Fan's fairy clothes and even the fairy sword in his hand are no longer with him.

"That's it!"

Not forcing it.

Seeing that the Feng Taoist and the Fire Taoist were occupying the southeast and northeast directions, Nangong Pojun turned his head and looked at the remaining two directions——

"Since you two are here, why don't you show up and meet us?"

The words fell.

I saw a beautiful woman walking out from the southwest, Shi Shiran stood still.

"Wushan Gorge in southern Xinjiang, Zhao Yan'er, the 'Seven-Star Hand'."

I also saw from the northwest, a handsome man with white hair, holding a golden ring in his hand, coming on the clouds.

"Wanghai Peak in Southern Xinjiang, Zhang Yang, the 'White-haired Thunder God'."

Nangong Pojun smiled immediately when he saw the two of them, "The four of you are quite aggressive."

It is clear.

He and Master Dasheng planned to ambush Zhang Yang and kill him.

But those who count are also counted!

Zhang Yang obviously also had this plan, and even invited the 'Fenghuo Taoist' and the 'Seven Star Swordsman'. These three are all well-known figures among the Sanxian. When it comes to reputation and conduct, they are not inferior to his 'Dacheng Sword'.

Plus Zhang Yang, known as the ‘White-haired Thunder God’.

Even if he joins forces with the Great Victory Patriarch, he may not be an opponent. Moreover, this is the border of Southern Border, and no one knows if there are any masters from Southern Border ambushing them outside after the four of them.

Nangong Pojun looked at Master Dasheng.

"Zhang Yang."

"Today's revenge will definitely be repaid in the future."

Grand Master Dasheng stood up and saw that his former disciple Qian Buer had no interest in life.

He looked sad as he looked at Zhang Yang and spoke bitterly.

Hooray!

With one roll of his sleeves, he rolled up Qian Buer's body and all the elders and disciples of the Dasheng Sect.

His feet moved.

The thunder exploded, and the fire Taoist rushed towards the northeast.

When you see the situation is not going well, you have to run away.

Even Wujingfeng, which has been in business for a long time, dare not go back——

Although there is a large formation in the mountain, Grandmaster Dasheng is also worried that he will be trapped in the mountain and the sky will not respond and the earth will not work.

Don’t ignore it!

"Where to go?!"

When the Taoist Fire Master saw Grandmaster Dasheng breaking through in his direction, he immediately stared angrily. He grabbed his big hand in the void, and a fiery red mountain ax fell into his hand.

boom!

With an ax in hand, he slashed hard to stop the great master.

"Why do you want to stop me?!"

Patriarch Dasheng sneered and pointed his sword. A thunderous roar resounded, and a flash of lightning hit the Taoist Huo's mountain-opening ax.

Sparks shot out from all directions.

boom!

boom!

boom!

Peiran's powerful force came, and Taoist Huo felt a numbness in the tiger's mouth, and his whole body was shocked and took three steps back.

After all, he is one of the ‘Three Immortals of Peach Mountain’!

Grandmaster Dasheng made great achievements with one strike, and did not bother to bother him. He took advantage of the situation and passed the Taoist Fire. Nangong Pojun followed closely behind, raised his sword and struck at the Taoist Huo again.

"open!"

The fire Taoist raised his ax and struck it down horizontally.

Block a sword.

"Ha ha!"

"Go and go!"

But while Nangong Pojun was laughing, he also took advantage of the situation and jumped out, chasing Grandmaster Dasheng through the air.

All sides.

Feng Taoist Wu Yuan, Qixing Shou Zhao Yan'er, and Zhang Yang made arrangements. How could they be willing to see the two of them walking away in style?

"Chase!"

Zhao Yaner was gentle by nature, but her voice was cold.

With a loud shout, he threw out a bunch of horses and chased after Grand Master Dasheng and Nangong Pojun.

Zhang Yang and Taoist Fenghuo did not hesitate, and the wind, fire and thunder surged together.

Don't give up.

"It's a failure today!"

Nangong Pojun didn't panic when he saw the four men behind him pursuing him. He just felt aggrieved when he thought that he originally came to kill Zhang Yang today, but ended up running away.

In addition, Qin Fan had two treasures that made his heart beat, but he couldn't get them, which made him feel very regretful.

The mood is getting worse and worse.

Master Dasheng’s face was as cold as frost, “Sooner or later I will kill Master and Disciple Zhang Yang!”

The two of them were making grand remarks.

But in front of him, the space rippled like water waves, and a bearded Taoist with a wine gourd tied around his waist suddenly appeared.

Staggering, a little embarrassed.

"..."

"..."

"..."

The two parties met, and the three of them looked at each other. The atmosphere was a little strange for a moment.

"Senior Brother Gongsun?"

"Uncle Gongsun?"

Master Dasheng and Nangong Pojun were the first to react and were overjoyed when they saw the visitor.

The person in front of him was none other than the "Jiu Sword Immortal" Gongsun Xun, one of the "Three Immortals of Taoshan" who was as famous as Grandmaster Dasheng.

His conduct is not inferior to that of Yu Zhenzi or Dasheng Patriarch.

If he were there.

There’s no need to escape!

"Junior Brother Dasheng, Junior Brother Nangong, what are you—"

Gongsun Xun also had differences in his mind when he met the two of them.

Just as he was about to ask, he suddenly looked to the south, but his expression changed and he said in panic, "Run away!"

When panicked.

The voice was passionate and even slightly broken.

Anyone can feel the fear.

"..."

Master Dasheng and Nangong Pojun looked at each other and looked to the south. They saw Zhang Yang and four people coming with wind and fire, and their momentum was astonishing.

"Uncle Gongsun——"

The corners of Nangong Pojun's mouth twitched, and he wanted to say something, but stopped again.

Patriarch Dasheng also felt disgusted in his heart.

After all, he is one of the Three Immortals, but he was so frightened by four Loose Immortals. Once word spreads, not only these three Immortals, but also the entire Taoshan will be laughed at by the real immortals in the world!

But nothing can be done.

Gongsun Xun was unwilling to fight. Just the two of them were no match for Zhang and Yang.

"Walk!"

He could only continue to run away.

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The two saw each other again. Gongsun Xun first flew north and disappeared without a trace, leaving a considerable distance between them. When the two of them struggled to catch up, they saw another sword light flying back quickly——

A gourd is tied around the waist, and the hair is disheveled.

If it’s not Gongsun Xun, the ‘Wine and Sword Immortal’, then who is he? !

"..."

"..."

"..."

The three of them met again and looked at each other speechlessly.

Gongsun Xun panicked and flew back, only to see behind his junior brother and nephew, four true immortals with strong auras joined together to block the entire south side.

"Bitter!"

Gongsun Xun felt gloomy in his heart.

But Patriarch Dasheng and Nangong Pojun saw a young Taoist walking leisurely behind this senior brother and uncle.

There is no weapon in the breeze on both sleeves, and the energy of the whole body is condensed and not dispersed.

Even the victorious Patriarch was shocked——

"Nine Tribulations True Immortal?!"

Suddenly he knew why Gongsun Xun was in such a hurry. He was frightened and angry at the same time. He cursed in his heart: "What a Gongsun Xun, how dare you harm me!!!"

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