Immortality and Immortality: Liver Experience Begins in the Desert

Light and darkness intertwined, and the entire treasure room seemed to be torn apart at this moment.

The old man looked solemn and waved the whisk in his hand again. A light shield formed in front of him, blocking the guardian's attack.

The two collided with each other, making a deafening noise. The light shield trembled violently under the impact of the giant sword, as if it would collapse at any time.

The old man's disciples also tried their best, and their spiritual energy gathered into a ray of light, which together with the old man's light shield blocked the attack.

The guardian's power did not seem to weaken. The giant sword kept slashing on the light shield, making bursts of roaring sounds that hurt everyone's eardrums.

The young swordsman swung his sword vigorously, trying to share the old man's pressure. His sword light intersected with the giant sword, forming dazzling sparks that flew in all directions and illuminated the entire treasure room.

"Come again!" The guardian roared, and the giant sword chopped down again. The sword's force was like a rainbow, unstoppable.

The old man's heart tightened, knowing that if he didn't give it his all, the light shield would be broken.

He closed his eyes and silently recited the magic formula in his mind. Spiritual energy surged wildly in his body. With a low shout, the light shield instantly burst into bright light and blocked the attack of the giant sword.

"Boom!" With a loud bang, the light shield finally couldn't bear it. It made a loud noise and turned into countless light spots and flew away.

At this moment, the old man and his disciples were forced back by the powerful shock wave, but their eyes remained firm, without any thought of retreating in their hearts.

"This battle must not end here!" The old man's voice echoed in everyone's ears, as if injecting them with an invisible force.

At this moment, the young swordsman stepped forward again, pointed the sword in his hand directly at the guardian, and shouted: "We will never give up!"

The guardian raised his giant sword high again, ready to launch the final blow. The old man and his disciples were shocked and gathered their spiritual energy together, ready to face this life-and-death duel.

Light and darkness intertwined again, the entire treasure room seemed to be torn apart, spiritual energy surged in the air, creating a tense atmosphere.

At this critical moment, the old man suddenly shouted: "Stop!"

His powerful spiritual energy exploded instantly, forming a beam of light that shot straight into the sky, instantly solidifying the atmosphere of the entire treasure room.

The guardian paused slightly, the giant sword stopped in the air, and there was a hint of hesitation in his expression.

The old man's eyes were as sharp as torches, revealing determination and calmness: "We are no longer enemies. Today's battle has been fierce. Why don't you calm down for a while and listen to me?"

Realized that the guardian was too powerful.

The old man did not hesitate at all and was ready to make peace.

The air was filled with tension. Both sides stopped what they were doing and looked at each other calmly.

The old man's voice softened, and he continued, "If we continue, we will both suffer in the end. Why don't we sit down and talk about our grievances?"

The guardian's heart was stirred and he slowly put down the giant sword. Although he was still unwilling, he also realized that this meaningless fight would only bring more harm.

The disciples around him also breathed a sigh of relief, with a hint of anticipation in their eyes.

"Okay, I'm willing to listen to you." The guardian's voice was low and calm. Although he was reluctant, he understood that the only way to find a solution was to calm down.

The old man smiled slightly and secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Finally, a turning point came.

The atmosphere between the two sides eased at this moment, tense nerves relaxed, and the treasure room returned to calm again.

The atmosphere between the old man and the guardian gradually eased. The light in the treasure room was still flickering, but at this moment the light seemed no longer a prelude to a battle, but a symbol of reconciliation.

The old man took a deep breath and secretly thought about the next negotiation.

"Guardian." The old man spoke in a gentle voice, his tone full of sincerity, and he slowly said, "We have no intention of becoming your enemy."

"Our only purpose in coming here is to take away some treasures to use against hostile forces."

The guardian frowned slightly, with the giant sword still hanging high at his side, as if he had not completely let down his guard.

His voice was low and cold: "I have guarded this treasure for a long time. No one can take the things in it at will, especially outsiders like you."

"If you want to get the treasure, you must accept the test!"

"I understand your position." The old man continued, "But please believe me, if these treasures are used by our hostile forces, the consequences will be disastrous."

"We are not greedy, but we want to save more people."

The guardian was silent for a moment, his eyes moving between the old man and his disciples, as if wondering if the old man's words made sense.

At this moment, the young swordsman couldn't help but interrupt: "We don't want to fight with you. Let go of your prejudices, and maybe there will be a better result."

"Your ideals sound beautiful, but I can't trust you easily." The guardian's voice was still cold, as if warning them not to act rashly.

Seeing this, the old man felt nervous and decided to increase his efforts. He then continued to speak: "Then we can reach an agreement."

"We are willing to accept the test, and you will allow us to take away a portion of the treasure to fight against hostile forces."

"How about this?"

There was a hint of hesitation in the guardian's eyes, as if he was considering the old man's suggestion.

"I can consider your proposal, but I have one condition." The guardian finally said, his eyes sharp and revealing a hint of majesty.

The old man was delighted and asked quickly, "What are the conditions?"

"You must promise not to snatch the treasure from Jiang Qiong." The guardian's tone was firm and uncompromising.

The old man was stunned, then realized Jiang Qiong's presence.

Jiang Qiong had just entered the mausoleum with many precious treasures in his hands.

The old man was very jealous of this and thought to himself that if Jiang Qiong was unwilling to hand over the treasure, the negotiations would probably come to a deadlock.

After all, they really want the treasure.

This is acceptable even if negotiations do not continue.

"Jiang Qiong, are you willing to hand over two-thirds of the treasure in your hands?"

"If you are willing to hand it over, we are willing to let you live." The old man turned to look at Jiang Qiong, his tone full of disdain.

Jiang Qiong smiled coldly, with a provocative look in her eyes: "Why should I listen to you? This is the treasure I worked so hard to get, why should I hand it over?"

The old man was furious and couldn't help but sneered: "You are just a small character, what qualifications do you have to negotiate with us?"

"If you dare to challenge me in a duel, and if you lose, you can hand over the treasures on you, how about that?"

Jiang Qiong's expression changed slightly, and he was obviously angered by the old man's provocation. He smiled coldly, with disdain flashing in his eyes: "Who do you think you are? I'm not that easy to deal with. If you dare to come, I'm naturally not afraid."

Seeing this, the young swordsman quickly advised: "Old senior, why bother arguing with him? He is just a young boy!"

At this point, the young swordsman's eyes were cold and he said, "I want to know how capable this guy is. If he dares to accept the challenge, I will fight him."

Seeing that the situation was getting out of control, the guardian felt helpless and wanted to calm down the fight: "Calm down, Jiang Qiong. If you are willing, I can let you spar with this young man, but I hope you can all exercise restraint and not hurt the harmony."

Jiang Qiong sneered, "I'm not afraid of him. Come on, attack me!"

"But before the competition, I also have a condition. If you lose, you have to give me all the treasures on your body!"

The young swordsman smiled slightly, his eyes flashing with fighting spirit: "Very good, I want to see what you can do."

The atmosphere between the two men instantly became tense, and the disciples around them all held their breath, looking forward to the upcoming showdown.

The guardian nodded slightly, turned around and led Jiang Qiong and the young swordsman towards a hidden stone door.

This door is hidden in a corner of the treasure room, surrounded by ancient runes and emitting a faint light.

With a gentle push from the guardian's palm, the stone door slowly opened, revealing a dark passage.

The walls on both sides of the passage are inlaid with sparkling crystals, reflecting colorful light and shadows.

There is an ancient and mysterious atmosphere in the air that makes people hold their breath.

As we walked deeper, the passage became narrower and the temperature around us dropped slightly, making us feel a chill.

After a while, they reached the door of the fighting room.

The guardian pushed open the heavy stone door, and suddenly, a strong airflow hit him. The interior of the secret room was extremely spacious, and the walls were covered with ancient murals depicting countless fierce battle scenes.

In the center is a huge circular arena, surrounded by a viewing area surrounded by stone chairs, which looks particularly solemn and mysterious.

"This is where we will duel." The guardian's voice echoed in the secret room with a hint of majesty.

"You can use your power as much as you want here, but I hope you can all exercise restraint."

Jiang Qiong and the young swordsman looked at each other, their eyes flashing with fighting spirit, as if the air was filled with the smell of gunpowder.

The young swordsman smiled slightly, gripped the hilt tightly in his hand, the sword flashed, and he was ready.

Jiang Qiong smiled coldly, with a hint of disdain on the corner of his mouth, as if he didn't care about the challenge of the young swordsman.

"Come on, I'm waiting for your attack!" Jiang Qiong said provocatively, with spiritual energy already gathered in his hands, ready to launch an attack at any time.

The young swordsman nodded slightly, thinking secretly in his heart, then he let out a clear whistle, and the sword light was like a rainbow, piercing straight towards Jiang Qiong.

The sword was as powerful as a rainbow, carrying an invisible sense of oppression that instantly enveloped Jiang Qiong.

"Hmph, just in time!" Jiang Qiong snorted coldly, formed seals with his hands, and spiritual energy surged instantly, forming a light shield that blocked the attack of the young swordsman.

The light shield shook slightly under the impact of the sword light, but it blocked the attack steadily.

"Good reaction, but this is not enough!" Seeing this, the young swordsman did not reduce the momentum of his sword. He turned around quickly, and the sword light flashed like lightning, heading straight for Jiang Qiong's side.

Jiang Qiong was startled and immediately dodged to the side. Spiritual energy surrounded him and formed a protective shield.

The battle between the two men instantly became in full swing, with sword light and spiritual energy intertwined together, making bursts of roaring sounds.

Jiang Qiong dodged while looking for opportunities to counterattack, secretly calculating the young swordsman's weaknesses in his mind.

"Your move is too simple!" Jiang Qiong sneered and waved his hands. The spiritual energy turned into a huge whirlwind and rushed straight towards the young swordsman.

The whirlwind was mixed with countless pieces of gravel and dust, as if it was going to suck the young swordsman into it.

Upon seeing this, the young swordsman's face changed and he immediately used his spiritual energy. He stepped lightly and leaped up like a swallow in an instant, avoiding the attack of the whirlwind.

He flipped in the air, sword flashing, ready to launch a counterattack from the air.

"Watch out!" the young swordsman shouted angrily, and slashed down with his sword as powerful as a rainbow, as if to split Jiang Qiong in half.

Jiang Qiong's heart tightened, and he quickly used his spiritual energy, crossed his hands in front of his chest, and formed a powerful shield.

"Boom!" With a loud bang, the sword light collided with the shield, making a deafening sound. The surrounding walls trembled slightly and dust flew.

Jiang Qiong's shield was slightly deformed by the impact of the sword light, but it still held the last line of defense.

"You do have some skills, but this is not enough!" Jiang Qiong's heart was shocked, and then he pushed with both hands suddenly. The shield instantly burst out with a strong light, which repelled the young swordsman's sword force.

The young swordsman broke into the light with a look of surprise on his face. Then his mind moved, the sword light flashed, and a protective shield formed, wrapping himself in it and resisting the impact of the light.

"The battle has just begun!" The young swordsman smiled coldly, and gathered his sword energy again, preparing to launch a new attack.

Jiang Qiong was not to be outdone. He surrounded himself with spiritual energy, ready to take on the next wave of challenges.

The atmosphere between the two became increasingly tense; the air in the secret room seemed to have frozen. Only the two figures were intertwined on the ring, carrying endless murderous intent and fighting spirit, as if they were going to tear the entire secret room apart.

At this moment, the guardian stood aside, watching the fight between the two with a sharp gaze, secretly thinking about the outcome of this fight.

The young swordsman's sword was as powerful as a rainbow, and with a roar, he launched another fierce attack on Jiang Qiong.

The sword light drew a brilliant arc in the air, as if to cut off everything that stood in its way.

Jiang Qiong's heart was filled with alarm. He took a deep breath and quickly formed seals with his hands. The spiritual energy gathered at his fingertips, forming a dazzling light.

"Come on!" Jiang Qiong shouted in a low voice, with a determined light flashing in his eyes.

As his voice fell, the light suddenly surged and turned into a huge dragon of light, rushing straight towards the young swordsman.

Seeing this, the young swordsman was startled and immediately mobilized all his spiritual energy to try to resist this powerful attack.

His sword light kept flashing in the air, transforming into countless sword shadows, trying to tear the light dragon apart.

However, this light dragon seemed to contain immense power, and the sword shadow was like paper in front of it and was swallowed up in an instant.

"How is this possible!" The young swordsman was shocked, his face changed suddenly, and he quickly stepped back.

He wanted to dodge, but found that the light dragon was incredibly fast and was approaching in an instant.

At this critical moment, the young swordsman's heart hardened, and the sword in his hand suddenly turned, turning into a blade of light, trying to fight against the light dragon. (End of this chapter)