I'm a demon cultivator

Puff! A silver light flashed, and the court sword cultivator who had spoken earlier was killed.

This was the sword cultivator from the Lijian Sect who made the move.

The Lijian Sect was not as good as Tujian Mountain, but it was also a famous sword cultivation sect in the world, especially because it had always supported Tujian Mountain, so no one dared to provoke it in Luzhou, Jiefazhou, and Chizhou.

As time went by, the disciples of the Lijian Sect developed the habit of being domineering as long as they found that there were no people from Tujian Mountain nearby.

At the moment, no one from Tujian Mountain or Tianjian Mansion, the two major sword cultivation holy places, had arrived.

This was because as long as someone made a huge gain in the sword tower, it would anger the broken immortal sword, so that the sword tower had to be sealed in advance and suppressed by the people's anger.

Therefore, in order to show its magnanimity, Tujian Mountain deliberately arrived most of the night. When Tianjian Mansion saw that Tujian Mountain was like this, it also arrived most of the day late.

However, although some people lost their heads, none of the cultivators present were surprised.

There were even many cultivators who didn't even look at this place.

Because they were used to it. A few imperial sword cultivators were killed every year. Sometimes, if the Jianjian Dao general had an ordinary background, even this imperial third-rank official might be beheaded.

And the sword cultivator of the Lijian Sect finally suppressed his anger after killing a imperial sword cultivator.

But at this time, with the arrival of a long rainbow, a blood-colored sword energy was cut directly from the air. The sword energy was as fast as lightning, as if it could connect the heaven and the earth with a single thought.

"Be careful!"

An elder cultivator of the Lijian Sect warned him, but it was too late.

Because the angry sword cultivator was directly cut into two pieces.

And the angry sword cultivator did not resist at all. He drew his sword at the first time, but his flying sword of the upper realm magic weapon level was directly knocked away by the blood-colored sword energy.

The long rainbow fell, and a figure with bright eyes, sword eyebrows and a face like warm jade appeared.

He was wearing the official uniform representing the position of Jianjian Daojiang, which made him look handsome and majestic. This person was Tan Shuchang!

Tan Shuchang looked around and saw that the people from Tujian Mountain and Tianjian Mansion had not arrived yet. He nodded and said, "It seems that I am not late. All Taoist friends have arrived quite early!"

In fact, he knew that the people from these two sects would arrive half a day later than those from other forces.

But he was just thrown out by the weird game, what can he do?

As the saying goes, life is so hard, instead of blaming yourself, it is better to find more trouble for others. So, just think that other cultivators came too early!

"Tan Shuchang!"

However, there were sword cultivators who didn't buy it, and they shouted angrily when they heard it.

And this was naturally the people from Lijian Sect.

Their own disciples were killed like this, how could they bear it?

"My fellow Taoist, you must know that those who kill will be killed. You are an old-generation cultivator and should know this truth. Why are you making such a fuss? This is too unworthy of your status!" Tan Shuchang knew what the other party was going to say, so he waved his hand and gently advised him to be calm and steady like the old generation.

"What a murderer, everyone will kill him. Lord Tan is worthy of being the top scholar of that year!" A sword cultivator snorted coldly. This is a sword cultivator in his forties with a very good appearance.

"I wonder what this fellow Taoist should call you?"

"I dare not call you a fellow Taoist, lest others misunderstand me. I am a Dan swordsman!" Zhao Chenyang said coldly.

Dan swordsman Zhao Chenyang is also a famous figure in the world of immortal cultivation.

But more people know him, not because his alchemy and swordsmanship are quite good, but because his wife Nangong Yishuang is very beautiful.

"So it's Zhao Chenyang, Fellow Daoist." Tan Shuchang had heard of this name and knew that his wife Nangong Yishuang was a rare beauty in the world, only inferior to the poet fairy of Jianxia School.

"I told you not to call me Fellow Daoist, don't you understand what I'm saying?" Zhao Chenyang said with an ugly face.

"Is that so? Then take my sword."

Tan Shuchang was not angry, nor did he get angry, he just casually cut off a blood-colored sword energy.

Even when he cut it, he didn't have a sword in his hand.

However, when this blood-colored sword energy fell, Zhao Chenyang was instantly scared. He was not locked by the Jian'e sword energy, and he didn't know the terribleness of this sword energy at all.

At this time, the sword energy locked, and he was horrified to find that his thirty years of practice skills were completely useless.

However, Zhao Chenyang was not cut into two by the sword.

Because a sword energy came over, spanning more than ten miles, but forcibly stopped Tan Shuchang's Jian'e sword energy.

Then, several figures broke through the air.

The sword light circulated, revealing several figures of old men who were old but fierce. In addition, there were two young people, one was Long Zhangyuan, who was seventeen or eighteen years old, and the other was a little girl, who was Yi Qingqing found by Long Zhangyun.

And the one who made the move was one of the old men.

"Thank you, brother, for your help!" Zhao Chenyang recovered and hurriedly thanked the old men. At the same time, Zhao Chenyang also glanced at Tan Shuchang with resentment, after all, he was almost killed.

"Tan Shuchang, I haven't seen you for many days, and you are still as ruthless as always!" When Long Zhangyuan saw Tan Shuchang, he was naturally like an enemy meeting, and he was particularly jealous. He immediately put a big hat on Tan Shuchang.

After all, Zhao Chenyang was not only a good friend of his master, but also the Taoist partner of Yi Qingqing's master.

At this time, he had to help say a few words no matter what.

"What nonsense are you talking about, Fellow Daoist Long? I am a disciple of the Saint Sect. If I don't act ruthlessly, how can I live up to the stereotype of the Saint Sect in the hearts of fellow Daoists!" Upon hearing this, Tan Shuchang immediately waved his hands, looking like you were taking off your pants to fart.

"What a disciple of the Saint Sect!"

Long Zhangyuan said this and took a step forward.

Clang!

With a sword sound, lightning flashed between heaven and earth, and then the sword energy was like a dragon, condensing into a long sword of light and shadow in Long Zhangyuan's hand.

This was his top-grade flying sword at the level of spiritual magic weapon.

In a dream, Long Zhangyuan not only digested the benefits he got in Tujian Mountain, but also acquired nearly fifty years of practice skills in one fell swoop. His sword realm also reached the level of unity between man and sword.

"Do you dare to take my sword?"

"If I don't agree to my invitation from an old friend, I will appear to be too unkind. But this is the period of the Sword-asking Secret Codex, so let's do this, Fellow Daoist Long, take my sword!" As he said this, Tan Shuchang cut off another blood-colored sword energy.

"Hmph! You underestimate me too much!" Seeing that it was just a sword energy, Long Zhangyuan was immediately a little angry. He thought that Tan Shuchang was looking down on him, and immediately slashed with a sword.

The sword energy collided with the top-grade flying sword, and naturally the sword energy was defeated, but the killing rules in the sword energy had been triggered.

However, Long Zhangyuan was still not dead.

Because another piece of jade pendant was broken on his body.

Seeing this scene, Tan Shuchang was not surprised. When he made his move, he had already expected that this damn Tujian Mountain was rich and powerful. However, although he did not die, under the backlash of the killing rules, Long Zhangyuan also fell to the ground and vomited blood.

"Fellow Daoist Long, I've always wondered why you think you're my opponent?" Tan Shuchang said in a gloomy tone, and then he took a step forward while feeling the qi that locked onto him.

Suddenly, the qi shattered.

Last time, facing the qi that locked onto him, he could only endure it. But this time, all of them will die!

Nine blood-colored sword qi emerged from behind him, and then slashed out at the same time!