Immortal Cultivating Dynasty

"Hum, what are you pretending to be? Do you think I can't see it? You dare to say such a thing to me even if you don't bow down and surrender in the later stage of the first stage?"

The big man laughed angrily at Yang Xuan's words. After a roar, the whole man jumped up high. At this moment, the long knife in his hand was white light and extended for as much as one meter. There was no move to speak of. He chopped down at the head.

Yang Xuan's face showed a strange color. Looking at the fearless man in front of him, he shook his head funny.

Because he was used to it before and was unwilling to disclose his accomplishments, he always suppressed his realm in the later stage of the first realm. Unless he was a person of the same realm, he couldn't find it at all.

The big man in front of him obviously thought so. After he felt that he was just a friar in the first stage, he was always aggressive and refused to give in.

"I was careless."

Isn't this the cruelty of the immortal world? Yang Xuan shook his head reluctantly. He didn't dare to neglect it at the moment. His mind moved slightly. A green awn suddenly appeared on the green immortal sword, and then quickly condensed a tiny light spot at the tip of the sword.

At this time, he also opened his breath without reservation. The huge spiritual power fluctuation of the third realm took him as the center and spread in all directions, and the immortal sword in his hand also stabbed directly at the tip of the big man's knife.

The knives and swords collided with each other, and the green light suddenly came out in the field.

The big man reacted at this time. His face showed a look of horror. It was a little late to withdraw his strength and avoid.

Yang Xuan didn't show mercy at this moment. In that green awn, killing opportunity and vitality were mixed together. In an instant, he cut the long knife from it, but he came to the big man in an instant. The speed was very terrible.

The fear on the big man's face became more and more intense. The strength gap between the two opponents was already large. In addition, he despised the enemy and didn't try his best. At this time, where could he stop Yang Xuan's sword.

"Taoist friend, show mercy!"

At the moment when the green awn was about to pierce into the big man's throat, an urgent voice suddenly came.

Yang Xuan showed a sneer at the corners of his mouth. His wrist moved. The Changsheng sword immediately shifted a little to the side, wiped the man's neck and flew over. The green awn flashed, leaving several detailed scars on his face, but did not hurt his life.

The big man stood in place with a frightened face, looked at the long knife almost divided into two in his hand, swallowed his saliva hard, and his feet trembled slightly.

At this time, a shadow suddenly flashed in the distance. In the blink of an eye, an old man who looked 60 or 70 years old appeared next to the big man.

Seeing that the man had no hindsight, the old man immediately breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the cold sweat on his forehead.

"Tut Tut, are you a monk in the third territory? The state of Jiang is really chaotic."

Yang Xuan came over, looked at the old man and said with a smile: "since you are also in the third realm, you want to fight with Yang? It's just that a great monk is really unbearable for these worldly possessions!"

The irony of his words was very obvious. The immortal sword was held in his hand, flashing blue light, and the pure aura filled it, emitting a touch of pressure.

The old man turned around. Although his face was a little old, there was no silver in his hair and beard. His eyes were even brighter. The whole man looked quite refined.

After listening to Yang Xuan's words, he not only didn't get angry, but smiled bitterly, waved his hand and said, "since he is a fellow Taoist, how can old people easily find trouble with Taoist friends."

"Oh? So you're not with this man?"

"This..."

The old man hesitated and hesitated for a long time. He didn't know what to say.

"Hey, since you are not with this man, please wait a moment and kill these gangsters. It's not too late to say anything."

Yang Xuan sneered. The immortal sword was raised high, and the majestic aura gathered on it, as if it was going straight through the sky.

The old man was so surprised that he ran over and stopped in front of him. He said in a hurry, "Taoist friend, wait a minute!"

Yang Xuan snorted coldly and ignored it. His aura kept pouring out of his hands. The green awn on the immortal sword puffed and split at the big man.

The old man didn't expect him to be so decisive. His face changed for a while. Finally, he had to bite his teeth and quickly took out a gourd from his sleeve. Then his lips moved slightly. The gourd immediately rose to meet the storm. In the blink of an eye, it turned into a person so big and crossed in front of the immortal sword.

The whole body of the gourd is orange and looks simple. There are many traces on the surface, deep and shallow. It seems that it has been cut by countless swords. However, no trace can penetrate the gourd.

Yang Xuan's immortal sword can't.

After the green awn sword body was cut on the gourd, it suddenly made a sound of metal attack, as if the gourd was made of refined iron.

"Sir, do you want to protect him? Then don't blame me for turning my face ruthlessly."

Yang Xuan snorted coldly and stretched out his hand. There was a white light condensing in the palm of his hand. It was like life.

The old man exuded a cold sweat on his forehead. When he saw the white light, he quickly shouted, "Taoist friends, please show mercy. It's all a misunderstanding! Zhang Yong! What are you waiting for? Explain quickly!"

The second half of his words was said to the man from the capital. There was no surprise in Yang Xuan's eyes, but slowed down the speed of white light condensation.

After hearing this, the man called Zhang Yong hurriedly ran over and said, "immortal master, please show mercy. This is really just a misunderstanding. Please listen to me."

His face was a little uneasy, and he didn't even dare to look directly at Yang Xuan. However, at this time, the situation was critical, but he could only harden his scalp.

"Misunderstanding?"

Yang Xuan sneered and took back the immortal sword. The white light in his hand also disappeared. His action seemed to be ready.

"I want to hear about it. What else can I misunderstand? This guy will fight against me as soon as he meets. If my strength is worse, I will die here today?"

His voice was extremely cold, his Qi machine was in full bloom, and the cultivation of the third realm was revealed.

After the big man looked at the old man, he swallowed his saliva secretly and didn't speak.

"Two old foxes."

Zhang Yong scolded secretly in his heart. Although he was extremely unwilling, he could only face Yang Xuan's question and said, "immortal... Immortal master, in fact, these two are worshipped in the palace of Jiang. Today's joint performance is just to test the strength of immortal master, and there is no other malice."