Song Xing: I am cultivating immortals in Qingcheng Mountain

Chapter 115 The opening is a thrilling battle
"Crack!"

On the trail in Sang Village, a sound of cracking resounded throughout the ten-mile radius.

"not good!!"

The expressions of the three of Su Changhe, who were more than ten miles away, suddenly changed, and their figures quickly retreated backwards.

They hadn't escaped very far when they saw a domineering and chilling sword energy coming from the mountain.

Looking at the crack on the mountain in front of them, the pupils of the three couldn't help shrinking.

"how can that be!!"

Xie Qidao couldn't believe it, a sword qi cut out ten miles away, yet it still hasn't dissipated.

"Is this the power of a sword in the Immortal Ascension Profound Realm??"

Su Changhe tightly clenched his fists hanging by his side, feeling the power of the sword up close, which made him suddenly have an urge to run away.

"No one of us can block this sword!!"

Umbrella ghost Su Muyu's expression remained the same as before, without any fluctuations, but her tone was extraordinarily serious.

Hearing these words, Su Changhe and Xie Qidao chose to remain silent at the same time. This is the truth. Simply speaking, the power of this sword has far exceeded the limit of the Xiaoyaotian Realm.

"Boom~"

In the center of the battle, the turmoil was the greatest. The dust on the trail in Sang Village rose up like a mushroom cloud, covering a radius of two or three kilometers, covering everything nearby in the dust and smoke.

"cough~cough~cough~"

There was a rapid panting sound in the dust.

A strong man wearing a bamboo hat was coughing while leaning on a huge sword, with a tinge of red at the corner of his mouth.

Yan Zhantian didn't get the slightest benefit from the attack just now.

If he flashed in time, it is estimated that his whole body would fly out.

"Mysterious Traveling Profound Realm."

But then a voice came out again, apart from some surprise in the tone, the rest was full of fanaticism.

"The difference between a line and the gap between heaven and earth!"

Luo Qingyang was standing on the highest hill near the trail in Sang Village, and he was already holding Jiuge in his arms, and his tone was filled with embarrassment.

"You want to do it??"

Nu Jian Xianyan Zhan Tian stepped a little, jumped out from the mountain path, he glanced at Luo Qingyang, and there was a bit of displeasure between his words.

"You don't think you can defeat him, do you?"

"Although I don't want to admit it, he has now surpassed all the five great sword immortals in the world, including you and me!"

"..."

Luo Qingyang didn't look at Yan Zhantian, but stared at Zhao Shouyi.

At this time, Zhao Shouyi was standing against the wind, standing in mid-air, like a god who eats the wind and drinks the dew. Of course, there is a little difference, the chill on the opponent seems to be stronger than before.

Yan Zhantian snorted softly when he heard Luo Qingyang's words.

Although I was a little reluctant, I didn't say anything else.

He can't beat it, and now he knows it.

"Friends watching the battle from a distance, come together!!"

Zhao Shou glanced at Luo Qingyang, his expression was as usual, it seemed that adding another sword fairy didn't make much difference to him, and then he yelled in another direction.

The melodious voice reverberated between heaven and earth, Su Changhe and the three of them narrowed their eyes, although Zhao Shouyi did not point out who they were.

But they knew that Zhao Shouyi was talking about them.

"Everyone, what should we do??"

Xie Qidao's voice was a little low. To be honest, if possible, he didn't want to fight Zhao Shouyi.

A sword qi swept across the land for nearly ten miles. To fight against such a person, being blocked by a sword is the best end, and it is even possible to say that there is no bones left.

When Su Muyu at the side heard this, she tightened the black umbrella in her hand.

Although he was a little shocked by what happened on the trail in Sang Village, unlike Xie Qidao, he didn't take life and death too seriously, because if they paid too much attention to life and death, it would be a psychological flaw for their killers.

"If we go together, the probability of success is pitifully small!!"

Su Muyu's tone was still very flat, as if she was talking about something that had nothing to do with her.

"As long as we are hit head-on by him, if we don't dodge or dodge, there is a [-]%, no, it should be said that the probability of [-]% will be destroyed directly!"

"That's why I don't recommend us to go there. Zhao Shouyi was obviously motivated to kill with the sword just now!!"

"In other words, he will not easily let everyone present!!"

"Only by leading people to the inn can we have a chance!!"

"If you choose to die together, I think the best place is that inn! At least our death is worth something!"

Su Muyu's voice was very soft, almost inaudible in the end.

"Hoo!! Hoo!!"

There was a gust of mountain wind blowing in the mountains, and Su Changhe and Xie Qidao nodded one after another with their eyes flickering twice.

Unlike Raging Sword Immortal Zhantian and Lone Sword Immortal Luo Qingyang, they are an underground river, a group of killers.

The goal of a killer has never been to win, but to kill the opponent, besiege, poison, assassinate, and do everything else.

"However, there is one thing that I'm not sure about right now. Whether Xianyan Zhantian of the Nujian and Luo Qingyang of the Lone Sword can take people to the inn, or whether they can insist on us going to the inn is also a question!"

While the three of them were talking, two more auras rose to the sky.

"One Anger Sword Slash!!"

This is Yan Zhantian's second sword, the great way is simple, the great sound is rare, and the elephant is invisible.

Generally speaking, the more powerful moves may last longer.

But Yan Zhantian's three swords are different. They are fierce and domineering.

If the first sword, Yan Zhantian, is still reserved, this second sword is a sword of life, a sword of exerting all his strength.

Scarlet's inner strength surged, and the sword intent began to manifest slowly.

A giant man with a vague face appeared behind him, also holding an extremely exaggerated giant sword in his hand.

"Sword Fairy."

Xie Qidao tightened the long knife in his hand, and his tone was somewhat complicated.

Originally, the Sword Immortals were the top people in the Jianghu, even if they were in the dark, if they wanted to deal with one of them, at least three people would have to surround and kill them, which might not necessarily win.

But an opponent who is so difficult for them, or someone who is invincible, will also encounter such a difficult situation today.

At the same time, another picture scroll slowly unfolded in midair.

With gold and iron horses, the setting sun is shining, and the yellow sand is blowing, human life is like a mustard. After the battle, there is only a volume of loneliness and desolation.

With the unfolding of this picture scroll, a sense of desolation and sadness began to slowly spread between the heaven and the earth.

The scope is getting bigger and bigger, and in the end it even affects the place where the three of Su Changhe are located.

"This is??"

Feeling the increasingly sluggish internal force in his body, Xie Qidao's face changed slightly.

"It's another shot."

Su Muyu's voice unknowingly caused a slight fluctuation. For Sword Immortal, he has always been the target of siege, but today the situation is reversed.

"National Martyr—Sword Dance!"

(End of this chapter)