Chronicles of Ascension: The Path to Immortality

"Is it you?" Hong Yaoyue said coldly.

Unexpectedly, the person she let go under the oath of heaven would appear in front of her again.

"Senior, can you look at my thin face..."

"Go away—" Hong Yaoyue shouted coldly before the other party could finish speaking.

"Senior, these are my clan members and affiliated forces of the Qingyun Sect. Please forgive me, senior."

"Go away, or I'll kill you!" Hong Yaoyue's face remained calm and her tone was extremely cold.

"Senior, even though our cultivation levels are low, if we join forces, we may not be unable to win our lives."

"A bunch of ants, overestimating their abilities."

"If my tribe is massacred, I can only commit suicide to apologize."

"You threaten me!"

Hong Yaoyue's face became even colder at this time.

At that time, she was forced to take an oath of heaven and marry the person in front of her.

If she hadn't married him yet, the person in front of her would have died midway, her heavenly vow would have been broken, and she would never be able to enter the Nascent Soul again in this life.

"If any of your clansmen can take my sword without dying, please let us leave safely."

Hong Yaoyue's sword is the Taixuan Sword of magic weapon level.

Moreover, she is also a master of Jindan.

It's easier said than done to catch his sword without dying.

"Okay, I agree. I hope senior will keep his word."

Hong Yaoyue was shocked. She didn't expect that the other party actually agreed. She immediately said, "I will naturally keep my promise."

"Old oil man, come out."

An old man in ragged clothes came out, holding a broken sword in his hand.

"You want this old man who is at the first level of Qi Refining to take my sword?" Hong Yaoyue looked puzzled, "I'm talking about taking my sword and not dying."

When the oily old man heard people calling him old man, he immediately became unhappy.

"Girl, you old man, I am the best swordsman in the world who scared Zhang Yuhuai so much that he wet his crotch with one sword."

"The great road in the world regards swordsmanship as the most respected one. A person from the first level of Qi Refining actually claimed to be the best swordsman in the world. It sounds so arrogant. Who is Zhang Yuhuai?" Hong Yaoyue really didn't know who the Zhang Yuhuai the old oil man was talking about.

Why do you keep talking about him?

Although she is a saint of Qingyun Sect, she doesn't pay much attention to subordinate affiliated forces, especially third-level affiliated forces like Zhang Jiaji.

Henry Zhang also rolled his eyes at the old oil man: "It's okay, why do you always mention the name of the clan leader?"

Hong Yaoyue looked at the old oily man and said, "Since you, old man, want to die, don't blame me for being rude."

Sword in hand.

The Taixuan Sword emits a dazzling light.

Before the sword was drawn out, traces of sword energy began to escape from the sword body, making a "sizzling" sound in the air.

Zhang Xuan was originally refining his body to build a foundation, and had Gang Qi to protect his body. The spilled sword Qi could not cause him harm.

The other monks did not have such a strong defense, and they retreated one after another to avoid the spilled sword energy.

The old oil man was unafraid and stood tall in the sword aura, letting every trace of the sword aura cut tiny wounds on his body.

Relaxed and contented, Taixuan Sword slowly fell in Hong Yaoyue's hand.

A vast momentum, like the sky falling.

The surrounding sword energy made a "crackling" roar.

Seeing such a posture, Henry Zhang felt unsure.

I don’t know if the old oil man can take this sword.

But there is no other option right now.

The old oily man can be regarded as the strongest fighting force in the Fairy Cat Valley. If even he can't take this sword, then it is inevitable that all the clan members will die.

The wounds on the old oil man's body gradually increased, and even Henry Zhang was worried that he would suddenly break like a piece of glass.

"Possessed by the sword soul..."

The old oil man shouted loudly, and the momentum of the sword in his hand surged.

A first-level mid-grade magic weapon.

A first-class high-grade magic weapon.

A second-order low-grade spiritual weapon.

…

A third-level low-grade magic weapon.

Hong Yaoyue was shocked.

He didn't expect that a monk at the first level of Qi Refining could comprehend such a weird way of swordsmanship.

You can instantly upgrade your magic weapon to a third-level magic weapon.

The sword in the hands of the old oil man in front of him was no weaker than the Taixuan Sword.

The surrounding Kurosawa was constantly trembling in the two huge kendo auras.

"Boom..."

A hole more than a hundred feet deep formed in the black swamp, and it soon extended, seeming to divide the black swamp into two halves.

The five clan elders of Fairy Cat Valley each used their defensive magic to protect their clansmen.

Some tribesmen were just a little closer, and were directly penetrated by this trace of sword energy, and died on the spot.

"ah……"

The screams and howls are endless.

This place suddenly turned into a hell on earth.

There is just endless sword killing and death.

Fortunately, Henry Zhang took the lead, wielding the weapon-breaking hammer, and blocked the sword energy that spread out one after another, becoming the strongest combat power of the five major clan elders.

The other four clan elders were extremely surprised.

"Elder of the Ten Clan, you... have you entered the foundation building?" Zhang Xingshan, the elder of the Ninth Clan, said in surprise.

In front of him, the combat power displayed by Henry Zhang is definitely not what a Qi Refining monk should have.

"It was a fluke that I refined my body and built my foundation." Henry Zhang said bluntly.

"Refining the body and building the foundation?!" Several other clan elders were even more surprised.

Refining the body to build the foundation is sometimes more difficult than refining the energy to build the foundation.

If a monk wants to refine his body and build his foundation, he needs an absolutely enormous amount of resources.

Not to mention the Immortal Cat Valley, even the Qingyun Sect has very few monks who refine their body and build their foundation.

And the elder of the ten clans in front of him has actually entered the stage of body refining and foundation building.

"All the clan elders work together and quickly block the surrounding sword energy to prevent the clan members from being harmed!" Zhang Xuan shouted.

"Yes." Several other elders followed suit.

If at the beginning, the ten elders were the leader's instructions, then now the ten elders were the leader of everyone's recognition and respect for his strength.

At the core of the battle, the sword energy surged like a tide.

Even though Zhang Xuan's spiritual sense was strong, he could not penetrate the layers of sword energy to see the situation inside.

The sword energy made up, and the mud of the black swamp flew all over the sky.

At the edge of the black swamp, thick trees began to fall.

One sword.

Just one sword.

The surrounding area of ​​thousands of feet was almost turned into a ruin.

Zhang Xuan felt that the old oily head's swordsmanship had made a big step forward compared to the last time.

It seems that in the past year or so, the old oily head has consumed more than a thousand gold-attributed spiritual medicines, and it is not that there has been no progress at all.

One sword fell, and all things were decadent.

The sword energy shrank a little bit until it dissipated.

In the core area, everyone saw two sword monks standing in the sky.

A red-clothed man was flying, holding the Taixuan sword, with a cold look in his eyes.

An old man in ragged clothes, holding a magic sword, was not weaker than the other party.

Hong Yaoyue was in a complicated mood at this time.

The other party was just a sword cultivator at the first level of Qi Refining, but he just took her sword.

She was a Jindan master, and she had a magic weapon-level Taixuan sword in her hand.

At that time, the old man claimed to be the best swordsman in the world.

She thought the other party was just bragging.

Now, the old man's strength completely shocked her.

I didn't expect that there was such a powerful sword cultivator in Xianmao Valley!

"You took this sword, take your people and go, if you come to Mizhang Hei Ze again next time, I will exterminate your clan!" Hong Yaoyue said coldly.

"Thank you, Master."

Zhang Xuan clasped his fists towards Hong Yaoyue and pulled the old oily head over on a bloodthirsty bat.