Xuantian Immortal Cultivation Record

Zhang Yuanjing was stunned when he saw who it was. It was actually Zhong Bixing from the Heavy Sword Sect. When did he arrive at the Profound Heaven Sect, and how did he gain such trust and a heavy responsibility?

Back then, he had advised Zhong Bixing to leave the Six Sects region and travel the world, not to be confined to one place, but this silent and taciturn strongman was unwilling to leave when the sect was in difficulty.

In the blink of an eye, nearly twenty years had passed, and he had suddenly arrived at Tianque Mountain and was serving the sect. The world was truly unpredictable.

"Who are you? Among the Core Formation cultivators of the Profound Heaven Sect, there doesn't seem to be anyone like you. Could you be a rogue cultivator who has come to join us?" the sword-wielding man asked, his voice harsh and unpleasant.

Zhong Bixing did not answer, but summoned a giant sword, his eyes fixed on the man, occasionally glancing at the flying sword under his feet.

The sword-wielding man frowned and said to the embarrassed-looking Core Formation cultivator beside him, "Junior Brother Yin, take those Foundation Establishment cultivators and bring them to the ship. I'll deal with these two."

Before the man could answer, Zhong Bixing suddenly cast a spell and pointed at the giant sword in front of him, leading the sword to slash at the sword-wielding cultivator.

"Leave this variable to me, Brother Zeng, you deal with that one!"

The sword-wielding man didn't take Zhong Bixing seriously at first, but he didn't expect this giant sword, which looked clumsy, to be unusually sharp, with little fluctuation of mana, seemingly entirely a matter of swordsmanship.

He tapped the flying sword under his feet, dodging the heavy sword's strike, and was about to counterattack, but the heavy sword spun in place and slashed horizontally again.

The man waved his hand and released a silver long sword to collide with the heavy sword. "Bang!" The silver sword was struck hard and sent flying. The heavy sword took advantage of the situation and thrust forward, the blade pointing directly at the man's neck.

A hint of annoyance flashed in the man's eyes, and he stepped on the flying sword under his feet, instantly leaping up and slashing down from the sky.

A look of surprise appeared in Zhong Bixing's eyes, and he cast a spell to retrieve the heavy sword, blocking the falling man and sword in the sky.

"Boom!"

A powerful wave of mana shot out from the man's flying sword, passed over the heavy sword as wide as a door, and slammed into Zhong Bixing.

Zhong Bixing shook his head while rotating the heavy sword to cut away the wave of mana. A mass of black iron-colored light also appeared on his stout body, resisting the leaked energy.

The sword-wielding cultivator thought Zhong Bixing was mocking him, his expression turned cold, and he successively summoned three flying swords, launching a fierce attack on Zhong Bixing.

Zhong Bixing held the heavy sword in his hand and wielded it at will, as smoothly as flowing clouds and flowing water, dissolving all the opponent's attacks into nothing.

Seeing that he could not break through Zhong Bixing's defense by controlling the flying swords alone, the sword-wielding cultivator retrieved the three swords and took the sword under his feet, using four swords as plum blossom piles, and attacked Zhong Bixing again.

"This is not swordsmanship, but the use of magic weapons!" Zhong Bixing muttered to himself, a look of relief appearing on his face.

The sword-wielding cultivator retorted sharply, "What does a wild rogue cultivator like you know about swordsmanship! I don't need swordsmanship to kill you. This Plum Blossom Slash is enough."

Under his urging, the four swords rotated at high speed, and the afterimages of the sword bodies were connected into one piece. Not to mention the naked eye, even if the divine sense fell on it, it would be impossible to distinguish between the virtual and the real!

Zhong Bixing raised the giant sword, and the mana within his body flowed slowly. A strong and resolute power of divine soul merged with the intent of the sword. His eyes stared directly at the center of the sword shadow, his eyes seemed empty and deep, without the slightest fear or self-doubt because of the opponent's powerful offensive.

Before the sword arrived, the wind rushed to his face; before the magic reached him, the energy stirred.

Zhong Bixing's clothes rustled, but in his ears, there was only the sound of the four swords cutting through the air.

The vortex formed by the four swords was getting closer and closer to him. The powerful strangling force seemed to have cut off a few strands of his black hair.

However, he still did not move, as if the person the four swords were slashing at was not him.

Until a certain moment, when the four swords seemed about to cover his head, the heavy sword tightly held in his hand suddenly stabbed upwards.

"Clang!"

This sword hit the strongest part of the Plum Blossom Slash, directly breaking the move. However, the huge force gushing out from the four flying swords hit Zhong Bixing's body without any obstruction along the heavy sword.

"Humph!" Zhong Bixing grunted heavily, blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and his whole body swayed a few times, but his hand still held the heavy sword tightly, without the slightest intention of giving up.

"Arrogant!"

The sword-wielding cultivator was quite angry, and suddenly his figure moved, disappearing suddenly and reappearing near Zhong Bixing, holding a sword and slashing down at his head.

Zhong Bixing's pupils shrank, and the mana in his body collapsed. In this moment of imminent danger, he used the heavy sword to pull himself away,遁出数丈, dodging this fatal blow.

A look of disbelief flashed in the sword-wielding cultivator's eyes, but his hand was not slow at all. He cast a spell to urge the four swords to transform into thousands of sword shadows, slashing at Zhong Bixing.

Zhong Bixing retreated twenty feet and stood on a flat lawn, waving his sword and slashing. He ignored all the phantoms, and only collided with the real sword with the heavy sword.

When all the sword shadows dissipated, Zhong Bixing stood with his sword horizontal, his sharp eyes staring straight at the sword-wielding cultivator, stern and cold.

On the other side of the battlefield, the cultivator surnamed Yin released several flying swords, but they were all defeated by Zeng Yuanhui, and the situation quickly became precarious. He barely resisted Zeng Yuanhui's three-sword attack with a rather powerful defensive magic weapon.

The sword-wielding cultivator naturally saw it, but ignored it. He was a mid-stage Core Formation cultivator, fighting a rogue cultivator who was one level lower than himself, but he had not been able to achieve success for a long time, and he was naturally very annoyed.

At this time, another Core Formation cultivator suddenly flew out of the ship, crossed the river, and landed close behind the cultivator surnamed Yin.

"Senior Brother Yin, go back to the ship to heal your wounds, and leave this person to me!"

This person was an early-stage Core Formation cultivator, and he attacked with several flying needles, like a sky full of silver light dancing and dazzling, making people dizzy.

Zeng Yuanhui sheathed two swords, and released two more swords, both short and blunt, one in front and one in back, emitting a strange red light.

Those silver needles attacked from all directions, but after approaching within three feet of him, they lost their agility, became sluggish, and were forced to gather in the front and rear directions.

This was because Zeng Yuanhui controlled the two short and blunt swords, releasing some kind of gravity silently, interfering with the silver needles' aura.

The newly arrived Thousand Swords Sect Core Formation cultivator was about to show off his skills with a unique magic weapon, but he was hit with a sap as soon as he made a move, and his expression immediately became a little gloomy. He took out a honeycomb-shaped silver plate from his storage bracelet and threw it into the sky, spreading thousands of strands of suction force, drawing out those silver needles that were restrained by gravity.

Zeng Yuanhui naturally would not let him do as he pleased, and controlled a red sword to slash at it.

This person did not dare to neglect, and summoned a dark square shield to defend first.

The cultivator surnamed Yin had already retreated to the river bank. He did not fly to the ship, but rushed towards Liu Yuanjin and others with a murderous look.

When several Core Formation cultivators were fighting fiercely, Liu Yuanjin and others, relying on their numbers, had already surrounded the five Foundation Establishment cultivators tightly, and had compressed their foothold to less than twenty feet in diameter.

The reason why they had not yet launched a killing blow was that, on the one hand, the opponents were indeed from the same sect and had their own set of joint defense methods. Once they approached each other, it would be difficult to break through suddenly. On the other hand, although their side had a large number of people, they were mainly rogue cultivators after all, and their strength varied. Not to mention that there was not much organization between them, it was difficult to succeed even when they had the upper hand. Thirdly, they had the purpose of probing the other side. Before the Core Formation cultivator battle was settled, it was not appropriate to launch a killing blow and trigger a drastic change.

At this time, the Core Formation cultivator came to kill, and Liu Yuanjin and others all changed their expressions.

"Bullying the weak, this is the Thousand Swords Sect's style! Let me, Huan Yuanlu, meet you!"