Gao Wu: My martial arts training relies solely on hard work

"two?"

Guangcheng Immortal Lord glanced at Zhao Xuan and Dao Sansheng, pointed at Zhao Xuan, and sneered: "Don't listen to this guy's nonsense. He is not my disciple, but has a grudge against me."

"If you can kill him, I will be happy to see it happen."

He was telling the truth.

When Qingxu died at the hands of Zhao Xuan, he wanted to kill Zhao Xuan to avenge Qingxu.

But it didn't work out.

Later, due to Dao Sansheng's persuasion, Zhao Xuan was temporarily spared to serve the Dao sect.

This is the limit of what he can tolerate.

It was absolutely impossible for him to protect Zhao Xuan.

Doumu Yuanjun sneered: "Even now, you still want to cut off the relationship and protect your most outstanding disciple. Do you think I will be fooled later?"

"Today, not even one of the three, including you, will be left alive."

Guangcheng Xianzun was too lazy to continue arguing with her about whether Zhao Xuan was his disciple.

Anyway, judging from Doumu Yuanjun's tone, he would not let Zhao Xuan go, which was exactly what he wanted.

But he was dissatisfied with Doumu Yuanjun's words.

"Today is different from the past. You were indeed very prosperous back then, but once you died, most of your spiritual conduct was lost. I have been practicing hard for many years, and you are no longer what you used to be."

"Don't think that because of the large number of people, you can stay here. Judging from this seat, it may not be possible."

As his words fell, the majestic mountain in front of him magnified again, with divine power like a prison.

Everyone present, except him and Dao Sansheng, were all affected indiscriminately, as if they were carrying a huge mountain on their backs.

The members of the Dao Alliance who were weaker in cultivation were almost choked by the pressure.

Zhao Xuan raised his eyebrows.

Guangcheng Xianzun denied that he was the other party's disciple. He had nothing to say. He was not.

It doesn't matter to him that he doesn't want to help him. It makes sense that the two sides are enemies rather than friends.

But now there was a common enemy, and they all attacked him indiscriminately. He just wanted to say a curse word: "Silly."

Dao Sansheng turned away when he saw this, pretending not to see this scene, unwilling to intercede for Zhao Xuan in front of Guangcheng Immortal Lord at this moment.

In Doumu Yuanjun's eyes, it was Guangcheng Xianzun who was deliberately acting.

She sneered and said: "This guy is so young and has such cultivation, so his talent must be good. No matter how good your acting is, we won't let him go."

"Fellow disciples, follow me and take action."

More than a hundred gods immediately divided into two groups, one group of about thirty people, headed by Doumu Yuanjun, surrounded and killed Zhao Xuan.

The remaining group besieged Guangcheng Immortal Lord.

As Tai Sui God said, Zhao Xuan's Yin-Yang Mixed Cave has a limited carrying capacity and can block more than ten people of the same level who attack at the same time, but it cannot guard against No. 30 people.

He simply stopped guarding and used offense instead of defense.

It's just an incarnation. Killing one is enough to earn money, killing two is pure profit.

With a "clang" sound, the long sword was unsheathed.

Behind him appeared a scene of a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood. A long red sword, neither gold nor wood, filled with cold and murderous intent, kept moving back and forth. Immortals and Buddhas aloft fell from the clouds, letting out desperate screams.

The next moment, a clear and whistling sound of swords sounded between heaven and earth.

The long sword in Zhao Xuan's hand glowed brightly.

In an instant, the sword light shines brightly, just like the sun has descended. Under the brilliant sword light, the sword light shines for hundreds of miles.

This is an indescribable peerless sword light, like water, like wind, like mountains and rivers, like birds, beasts, insects and fish, without a trace of murderous edge.

Wherever the sword light passed, a trace of missing white was left.

The divine power, the endless rays of light, the evil spirit, miasma, and pestilence, all tangible and intangible things seemed to have been wiped away by someone, leaving only nothingness.

The moment the sword light suddenly appeared, everyone present changed their colors. Someone exclaimed: "It's the Zhuxian Sword. He didn't lie. He is really the descendant of Tao Zun."

As soon as this statement came out, there was an uproar.

The person whose mood fluctuated the most was the more than thirty people who besieged Zhao Xuan.

The many powerful Taoist and magical powers that were about to fall on Zhao Xuan were counterattacked by them and they were forcefully taken back.

A few unlucky ones were killed by Zhao Xuan with a sword because they were too anxious and in a hurry.

[You killed a third-grade priest with a ray of spiritual thought, and obtained a third-grade immortal job. 】

[You killed the wisps of divine thoughts of five fourth-grade priests and obtained the rank of fifth-grade fourth-grade immortal. 】

The expected attack came again and again, leaving Zhao Xuan confused and standing with his sword in hand.

"What kind of trick are you playing? Are you talking about porcelain?"

Doumu Yuanjun suddenly came to his senses and shouted: "Wrong, we are all wrong."

She looked at Zhao Xuan with great resentment: "Since you are Master's new successor, why didn't you tell me earlier?"

She never expected that Zhao Xuan was not only the descendant of the three Taoist masters, but also the one she was closest to.

She was frightened when she thought about almost killing her new junior brother.

Zhao Xuan's mind was exquisite and clear, and he immediately guessed some clues.

The great magical person who taught him the art of swordsmanship was not only one of the three Taoists, but was also deeply respected by the priests of the Tianshen Sect.

So they would rather lose a ray of spiritual thought than hurt him.

He was very confused at the moment.

No one knew better than him that he and the Taoist Master were not in a master-disciple relationship.

Although the other party taught him a sword skill from afar, he never said he would accept him as his disciple.

From the perspective of immediate benefits, acquiescing to this relationship and favoring the group of people in front of him can bring him a lot of benefits.

In the long run, the fact that he would offend Tao Zun by pretending to be his disciple was enough to make him give up the idea.

Maybe he is in the sight of that Taoist Master at this moment.

A huge benefit can only be obtained if you have a life.

Zhao Xuan once weighed the pros and cons and shook his head in denial: "Your Excellency, you are mistaken. I was the one who told you nonsense. I am not a descendant of Tao Zun."

Doumu Yuanjun said firmly: "It's impossible. There are only two people in the world who can kill the immortal sword."

"Elder brother was exiled to Chaos for offending his uncle. He has not returned yet. It will only be my master who teaches you the art of swordsmanship."

Zhao Xuan scratched his head: "Is there a possibility that teaching swordsmanship does not mean recruiting disciples?"

Doumu Yuanjun rolled his eyes at Zhao Xuan: "The Immortal Killing Sword is a secret that Master has not taught. Master has thousands of disciples, but only Senior Brother can practice it."

"The rest of the disciples are not qualified, let alone outsiders?"

"Stop sophistry, so what if you admit it? With senior sister's care, can you still be wronged?"

Zhao Xuan didn't know whether to laugh or cry. When he first said that he was a disciple of Dao Zun, no one believed him.

Now he says he is not, but no one believes him either.

When others think you are, it's useless even if you deny it yourself.

Zhao Xuan was too lazy to explain, and said feebly: "I've made it clear, if you think so, there's nothing I can do about it."

Doumu Yuanjun pointed at Guangcheng Immortal Lord and said: "Junior brother, this person is the disciple of our master's enemy. Don't have any contact with him in the future."

Then he suddenly realized: "Junior brother came to trouble the Tianshen Sect today, and he must have been bewitched by him."

"He knew the identity of his junior brother, but pretended not to know, and misled us into thinking that he was his disciple. He rushed to kill him. His heart is to be punished."

"Old thief Guangcheng, take your life."

(End of this chapter)