Xuantian Immortal Cultivation Record

The five people on the riverbank merely watched him coldly, without a word.

Liu Yuanjin's gaze passed over the great river, landing on the Core Formation cultivator suspended in mid-air.

"So there's a Core Formation cultivator backing you, no wonder you're so audacious! Judging by your aura, you don't seem to be without a lineage, are you from the Thousand Swords Sect?" His voice suddenly grew louder, this question directed at the Core Formation cultivator.

On the riverbank, the person in the center said proudly, "Knowing that we are from the Thousand Swords Sect, you still dare to risk your life! It seems you came prepared! How many Core Formation cultivators have you brought? At the same level, each of us from the Thousand Swords Sect can fight three opponents, bringing too few is just courting death!"

"Hahaha!" Liu Yuanjin laughed loudly, "When did the Thousand Swords Sect become so arrogant! Anyone who didn't know better would think you were the leaders of the Southern Domain!"

That person sneered, "How many Nascent Soul cultivators from your Profound Heaven Sect have died by the swords of our sect's True Persons, don't you have a count in your hearts! You few, including the Core Formation cultivators hiding in the dark, don't even think about leaving once you've come!"

With this person's order, the five people on the shore each drew their flying swords and actively attacked Liu Yuanjin's group of over ten people.

Liu Yuanjin chuckled lightly, clapped his hands together, and two jade-like long swords appeared in the air, scattering swirling smoke and enveloping the five people's flying swords.

The five cultivators were shocked, activating their magic, but felt as if a mountain was pressing down on their swords, making it impossible to move them.

At this moment, the group of cultivators behind Liu Yuanjin had all taken action, with over ten spiritual artifacts descending, their power overwhelming.

The five cultivators had no choice but to abandon their swords, taking out other spiritual artifacts from their storage bags to resist the flying swords, long sabers, short hammers, jade flutes, and other objects covering them like locusts, becoming flustered and retreating repeatedly.

The Core Formation cultivator floating above the great river snorted lightly, clearly dissatisfied with the performance of his own people.

He took a step, traversing the void, and arrived on the riverbank in an instant.

However, he did not attack Liu Yuanjin and the others, but looked up at the starless and moonless, pitch-black night sky, his expression becoming extremely solemn.

A sword pierced through the air, sweeping out of the darkness, and fell towards him. This sword was about three feet two inches long, dark red in color, with carved patterns of游龙戏水(dragons playing in water), and within the gaps, there were some peculiar restrictions that flickered in and out of sight, causing one's divine sense to feel as if it were being scorched by fire upon touching it.

"Boom!"

The long sword shook violently, and flames erupted, like a fire dragon, engulfing the person.

That person flashed and disappeared, appearing a hundred zhang away an instant later, a long sword shimmering with green light in his hand, slashing towards a certain forest under the night sky.

The dark red flying sword roared incessantly, continuously striking at the person, but he dodged them all with his ghostly escape technique.

The green sword遁入(entered) the forest, silently and invisibly, continuously绞杀(strangling) within it, felling dozens of giant trees, forcing a cultivator out. This person was wearing a black Daoist robe, carrying several sword sheaths of different lengths on his back, two sheaths already empty, a two-foot-long fiery red sword revolving around him, repeatedly engaging with the green sword, no matter how fiercely the green sword attacked, this sword never left the cultivator's half-zhang range.

"Who is it? So it's Fellow Daoist Zeng!" The Thousand Swords Sect's Core Formation cultivator snorted, saying disdainfully, "The Profound Heaven Sect has no one left, actually sending only a junior who has only formed their core for twenty or thirty years!"

"Dealing with a rat like you is more than enough!"

The sword-carrying cultivator leaped out of the dense forest, tapping his feet lightly, quickly approaching the Thousand Swords Sect's Core Formation cultivator.

Zhang Yuanjing, hiding several miles away, used the qi dynamic of the two's battle to slightly identify the identity of the Profound Heaven Sect's Core Formation cultivator—Zeng Yuanhui.

He nodded secretly, since the Profound Heaven Sect had sent out a Core Formation cultivator, it meant that they were aware of Ge Yang's actions. He just didn't know if the sect knew the strength of Ge Yang's troops, if they only sent one Zeng Yuanhui, it would be too dangerous. With True Person Tong's meticulousness and prudence, he shouldn't be so negligent.

Within the ship, there were at least ten Core Formation cultivators. Before Ge Yang entered the ship, there should have been one person steering the boat, this person must be a Core Formation cultivator, otherwise, they would not be able to control a ship of magic treasure level. After Ge Yang entered the ship, eight Core Formation cultivators came one after another. At this time, only one person has appeared, the others are still hidden in the boat, relying on the formation in the ship to conceal their qi dynamic. What exactly is Ge Yang planning?

If it was to lure the snake out of its hole, to create a diversion, then at this moment he should be leading his troops to sneak into the Ink Jade Manor, taking the opportunity to launch a surprise attack. If it was simply to lure the enemy into an encirclement, then they should use all their strength to capture Zeng Yuanhui, Liu Yuanjin, and the others in one fell swoop.

At this time, Zeng Yuanhui had already killed his way to the side of the Thousand Swords Sect's Core Formation cultivator, and released another sword, using one sword to defend against the green sword, and using two swords to besiege the person, gradually gaining the upper hand.

Although the Thousand Swords Sect's Core Formation cultivator had a unique escape technique, he could teleport and transform without warning, but as Zeng Yuanhui's two swords continued to oppress him, his space for maneuver continued to shrink, and the effect of the escape technique naturally greatly diminished.

After maneuvering several times, Zeng Yuanhui predicted the direction of the person's teleportation, and suddenly guided the two red swords to combine, blasting towards that place, seeing a fierce fire dragon roaring out, colliding with the person's back like a flood.

The person screamed miserably, fell forward, and then flipped over, disappearing. This time, he did not quickly reveal his whereabouts, but used the Sword Shadow Escape to hide.

Zeng Yuanhui sneered, not in a hurry to search, but fired all three swords, subduing the constantly entangled green sword, and then slowly dragging it closer.

Just as he was about to take the green sword, suddenly an incomparably sharp sword light emerged from his side and rear, slashing towards the back of his neck.

This was still a green sword, but its size was quite short, only just over a foot long. However, its speed was extremely fast, and it was silent and soundless, and as soon as it appeared, it was three zhang behind Zeng Yuanhui.

At the same time, the figure of the Thousand Swords Sect cultivator appeared in a certain place twenty zhang away, his clothes tattered, his body covered with blisters and scars from being burned by the flames, and his originally black and thick hair was also burned clean.

"Dang!"

A sword flew out from the sword sheath behind Zeng Yuanhui, striking the incoming one-foot green blade. This was the fourth sword controlled by Zeng Yuanhui, still accurate and sharp!

The Thousand Swords Sect cultivator was shocked and quickly flew backward. However, the three red swords that had been suppressing the green sword, two swords had already circled around from the side and attacked.

The person activated his magic and used the Sword Shadow Escape again, hiding his tracks.

Zeng Yuanhui, however, pulled the two swords and slashed together at the one-foot green blade, splitting it on the ground, its spiritual energy dissipating.

He then guided the free three swords and slashed fiercely at the three-foot green sword.

The Thousand Swords Sect cultivator appeared thirty zhang away, raising a sword and killing towards Zeng Yuanhui. His eyes were tearing apart, his anger about to erupt, wishing he could cut Zeng Yuanhui into two with one sword.

At this moment, suddenly a sword flew out from the ship, surrounded by swirling light and mist, a person standing in it, silent and unmoving, directly falling towards Zeng Yuanhui's head.

"Don't be arrogant, let me meet you!"

From the forest, a rough voice shouted, followed by a steel tower-like figure, fluttering in the night sky.

Zeng Yuanhui deflected the cultivator who attacked with his sword, and retreated dozens of zhang, standing together with the tall cultivator who came to support him.

"Brother Zhong, be careful, this is a mid-stage Core Formation cultivator!"