Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

Her bright eyes moved, and her cold eyes swept over the more than 50 blue-shirted men in front of her, evaluating their cultivation.

Judging from the aura alone, the cultivation of the more than 50 blue-shirted men was not strong. There were only nine grandmasters, and the rest were not grandmasters.

The swordsmanship of Shenjian Peak was magical, and it was almost impossible to fight against those below the grandmaster.

Among the more than 100 disciples of Yudie Sect, there were only five grandmasters, so if calculated normally, the strength of these blue-shirted men was enough to crush Yudie Sect.

But the disciples of Yudie Sect had a sword formation, and a formation of six people could barely stop a grandmaster.

So if they really fought, they might not be able to get away with it.

So many people from Shenjian Peak came, it seemed that they did not know the details of Yudie Sect, and did not know the power of Yudie Sect's sword formation.

Their eyes were still in the past, even before the confrontation between the two sects, when they had not yet become the leader of Yudie Sect.

Ning Zhenzhen shook her head gently: "Too arrogant."

The blue-shirted middle-aged man in the lead smiled, relaxed, and looked at Ning Zhenzhen unscrupulously: "Master Mo, right?"

Ning Zhenzhen said lightly: "No need to say more, let's do it."

She knew what the blue-shirted middle-aged man was going to say.

He was going to say that he didn't expect the leader of the Jade Butterfly Sect to be so plain-looking, and that he didn't deserve the reputation of the Jade Butterfly Sect. He should change a leader so as not to disappoint the Jade Butterfly Sect.

As for what the Jade Butterfly Sect's reputation is, of course, it has many beauties.

She also knew that the blue-shirted middle-aged man was half telling the truth and half to irritate her.

The blue-shirted middle-aged man's smile faded, and his eyes flashed with cold lightning: "You..."

Ning Zhenzhen interrupted him again, sneering: "If you want to do it, do it, it's annoying to keep talking so much!"

She waved her jade hand.

"Yes!" The girls shouted, and rushed out lightly, like more than a hundred butterflies flying, surrounding the masters of the Divine Sword Peak.

Ning Zhenzhen looked up to the left and saw eight middle-aged men standing on the wall.

These eight men were wearing dark blue clothes and stood silently on the wall, as if they had always been there.

They looked down at Ning Zhenzhen, their indifferent eyes were calm, as if they were looking at a dead person.

Ning Zhenzhen snorted lightly, and her figure flashed, and she had already jumped to the other side of the wall. In another flash, she had already flown out of the Jade Butterfly Sect's courtyard, like a white cloud slowly drifting away.

The eight dark blue-clothed men chased out silently, without even looking at the people fighting below.

The eight of them had superb light skills, and they chased closely behind Ning Zhenzhen, but they just couldn't get close.

They always kept more than a hundred meters away, leaving them no place to display their swordsmanship.

The eight people chased after her relentlessly.

They relied on their age, deep energy, and long energy channels, and they would definitely exhaust her.

It would be best if she was unable to resist in the end.

A quarter of an hour later, when they chased to a mountain peak, Ning Zhenzhen suddenly disappeared into a dense forest.

The induction in their minds disappeared.

There is a sense of aura between the great masters, but her aura disappeared.

They divided into eight directions, starting from the foot of the mountain and searching upwards, a carpet search, and they must find her.

They were confident that no matter how powerful her method of hiding her aura was, it would not be able to hide it from their eyes.

So after another quarter of an hour, they met at the top of the mountain, and their faces were extremely ugly.

"... Go back!" A square-faced middle-aged man's face changed slightly: "She may have escaped back!"

As soon as he said this, the faces of the others changed drastically.

When they hurried back to Tianjing and the courtyard of the Jade Butterfly Sect, they found that all the disciples of the Divine Sword Peak had fallen to the ground.

More than a hundred disciples of the Jade Butterfly Sect were standing quietly with swords in their hands, looking at the eight of them calmly, and their calm expressions could not hide the excitement between their brows.

They had a clear understanding of their own cultivation and knew how amazing their previous training in Zhongshan was.

These masters of Shenjian Peak were as vulnerable as cutting vegetables with a machete. They were all knocked to the ground in just a moment.

However, they had received Ning Zhenzhen's instructions in advance, so they did not kill them. They only severely injured them and stabbed them to the ground, but they would not die for the time being.

Ning Zhenzhen stood in the middle of them, surrounded by them, and quietly looked at the eight people with sullen faces: "Does Shenjian Peak think that without the protection of the Great Miaolian Temple, our Yudie Sect will collapse and be vulnerable as soon as you make a move?"

In their cognition, they are the strongest. As long as they deal with themselves, the remaining Yudie Sect disciples will be vulnerable.

It is precisely because of this cognition that they will send the top masters to deal with themselves this time, and the masters who deal with others are not so strong.

In their view, it is more than enough and foolproof.

It is a pity that they don't know that the women have experienced the tempering of Zhongshan and are no longer the same as before. Their strength has skyrocketed.

"Good! Good, good, good!"

"I underestimated you."

"Mo Youlan, you Jade Butterfly Sect are so brave!"

Several middle-aged men spoke.

Ning Zhenzhen stood in the crowd of women and said lightly: "With the sword against our throats, do we have to wait for death? Even rabbits bite when they are anxious!"

"Does this mean that we force you?" The square-faced middle-aged man in the lead said coldly: "Ridiculous!"

Ning Zhenzhen said: "Do you always act so long-winded in Shenjian Peak? If you want to fight, fight. If you don't want to fight, get out!"

"Hey, do you really think you won?" The square-faced middle-aged man smiled disdainfully, still with a relaxed look: "It doesn't matter if there are more chickens and pottery dogs!"

Ning Zhenzhen said calmly: "Then come on, let me teach you the high skills of your Divine Sword Peak!"

The square-faced middle-aged man glanced at the people on the ground and sneered: "You Jade Butterfly Sect still have some sense."

The masters of the Divine Sword Peak lying on the ground are all still alive.

As long as people are alive, it doesn't matter if their martial arts are abolished. Just go back and practice again, and you will catch up sooner or later.

After all, it will take many years to get stuck in the realm of the Grandmaster. The latecomers may not break through later, but may often break through earlier.

Ning Zhenzhen smiled.

The square-faced middle-aged man said: "Then I will abolish you, not kill you."

After he said that, eight long swords were unsheathed and turned into eight cold lightnings that shot towards Ning Zhenzhen.

The eight cold lightnings intertwined in the air, forming a net, covering Ning Zhenzhen's head, with amazing speed.

"Buzz..." Suddenly, a sky full of sword light appeared in front of them. More than a hundred disciples of the Jade Butterfly Sect had already operated the sword formation. The sword light condensed together to form a light curtain, like a white lid covering all of them.

"Ding ding ding ding..." The clear sound was endless.

The eight people flew around in the air, their bodies constantly turning and changing, like eight black eagles circling.

The long swords in their hands turned into cold light, and they kept stabbing at the light shield, trying to break through the light shield, but they couldn't do it.

The thin light shield seemed to be made of steel, and the tip of the sword couldn't penetrate it.

Ning Zhenzhen stood in the center, with his long sword hanging down, shaking his head at the eight people: "Is this the top sword technique of Shenjian Peak?"

The eight people's faces were extremely gloomy.

No matter how many non-grandmasters there are, they can't stop the grandmaster's qi, just like qi can't stop water.

More than a hundred disciples, most of whom are below the grandmaster, why can they condense into such a thick and pure qi?

This unimaginable power is definitely not something he can fight against.

Ning Zhenzhen said lightly: "You are too ignorant."

"Okay, Master Mo, let's stop." The square-faced middle-aged man said in a deep voice: "Let's withdraw now."

Ning Zhenzhen nodded.

The eight middle-aged men retreated and landed in one place.

Ning Zhenzhen frowned and said coldly: "You want to take advantage of the sword formation to attack when it stops, right?"

The eight people's faces did not move.

The square-faced middle-aged man said in a deep voice: "Master Mo, what do you mean by this?"

Ning Zhenzhen shook her head: "Such a treacherous mind is really regrettable. In this case, let's continue."

She shook the long sword in her hand.

The sword formation formed by more than a hundred people suddenly changed, from a closed light shield to a blooming lotus.

Layers of sword light formed lotus petals and pressed towards the eight people.

"Hmph!" The eight people pressed their backs together to form a sword wheel, and the cold light rotated to meet the female sword formation.

"Ding Ding Ding Ding..."

The clear sound fell as fast as a rainstorm.

Wrapped in layers of petals, the cold light wheel formed by eight long swords seemed to be able to cut everything, constantly blocking layers of sword light from falling.

Ning Zhenzhen followed the formation, sometimes far and sometimes near, as elegant as a fairy.

All the women were graceful and graceful like dancing.

Ning Zhenzhen's sword light gathered among the women, and it did not seem particularly outstanding. The sword lights of the women were integrated and difficult to distinguish from each other.

Fakong stood on the lotus pond of Yongkong Temple, admiring the fight, and felt that this was a great visual enjoyment.

Watching them perform sword formations, it was not like a life-and-death fight, but more like a sword dance, graceful and elegant.

They seemed to have no weight, like a veil fluttering in the wind.

The sword light was light, like petals formed by clear water, pure and bright, and the mood was also bright.

The eight people on Shenjian Peak had extremely gloomy faces, and they felt more and more like the power of the mountain, and they were about to be unable to stop it.

The power of their swords was getting stronger and stronger, and it seemed to be getting better.

If they continued like this, the eight of them would really be defeated, and it would be hard to say whether they would live or die at that time.

Thinking of this, the square-faced middle-aged man said in a deep voice: "Use your ultimate move."

"Okay." The other seven people said in a muffled voice.

Their sword lights suddenly increased, twice as much as before.

But the layers of sword lights that fell seemed to be unaware of it, still blocking them lightly, still changing freely.

Fakong nodded with satisfaction.

They really practiced the sword formation thoroughly, and put in a lot of effort. Such a strong force was dispersed and dissolved by them.

Ning Zhenzhen said lightly: "If you surrender, I can spare your lives."

"Hey, you dare to kill us?" The square-faced middle-aged man sneered: "Kill us, and your Jade Butterfly Sect will be destroyed before your eyes."

Ning Zhenzhen said: "If you can really destroy us, you will have destroyed us long ago. Why wait until today."

"I just don't want to make it so ugly. If you kill us, you will have an excuse to destroy your Jade Butterfly Sect!"

Ning Zhenzhen clearly spit out four words: "It's ridiculous!"

The reason why the Divine Sword Peak did not dare to destroy the Jade Butterfly Sect was not because they didn't want to, but because they had concerns.

The masters of the Great Miaolian Temple were not decorations.

The Jade Butterfly Sect was not powerless to resist.

If they destroy the Jade Butterfly Sect, they will definitely lose their vitality. The Great Miaolian Temple will definitely take the opportunity to lead the martial arts sects to severely injure them.

When the time comes, everyone will push the wall down, and the Divine Sword Peak will be in danger.

In their view, as long as they kill the leader of the sect, the Jade Butterfly Sect will not be a concern.

At that time, they can take whatever they want.

She felt that the sword formation was getting stronger and stronger, but it was the cultivation of the disciples that was climbing and rising.

This was about to break through, a rare opportunity.