The Great Immortal with Boundless Magical Power

Outside Guangyang City, in the maple forest, on the long road.

Gao Xian was walking along the long road in the forest with the Wuji sword in hand. It was dusk, the sunset was bright and the autumn wind was refreshing. The fiery red maple leaves were as bright and gorgeous as fire under the blood-red sunlight.

A long loess road ran through the maple forest and led all the way to Guangyang City. The sunset shining obliquely from behind left his long shadow on the long road.

Looking along the long road, the tall and heavy city walls could be seen faintly between the gaps between the fiery maple leaves, and the smoke curling above the city walls could be seen faintly.

Gao Xian liked this scene very much. The red leaves were light and gorgeous, the city walls were ancient and heavy, and the long road connected the maple forest and the city walls. Nature and people were well integrated into a whole here.

Unfortunately, he lacked a skinny horse, and there were no crows flying around the trees. He did not have any heartbreaking sorrows, so he lacked a bit of bleak and melancholy beauty, but he was more relaxed and relaxed, and had another kind of interest.

A swordsman in yellow came towards him. He stopped a few feet away from Gao Xian and said in a deep voice: "Demon, this road is blocked."

The yellow swordsman had handsome features and a sharp look between his eyebrows. The dark yellow robe he wore was soft and fine, with thousands of golden runes on it, gorgeous and restrained.

He wore a black jade belt inlaid with jade around his waist, and two swords were slanted behind his waist. This way of wearing swords was compact and strict, and there was a strong and sharp feeling that he would draw his swords at any time.

Gao Xian smiled slightly: "We are all cultivators of Taoism. We met for the first time, so why do you have to speak ill of me, fellow Taoist?"

The yellow swordsman said sternly: "A demon like you can be killed by everyone. You are not qualified to be my fellow Taoist."

"Fellow Taoist is righteous and awe-inspiring. I admire you."

Gao Xian didn't care that cultivators in this world liked to have a name for their teachers, so it was normal to label him as a demon. Besides, he often did this.

In fact, these are all minor details. What cultivators compete for is their cultivation. Emphasizing the justice of the law is more of an incentive for themselves, or to win over their allies and divide the enemy.

The yellow-clothed swordsman raised his eyebrows. Gao Xian's words made him feel uncomfortable, but he didn't know how to respond with enough strength.

When he weighed the pros and cons in his heart, he lost two points of his sharpness.

A low and cold voice came from behind: "Fellow Daoist Zhou, why bother to talk to this evil demon!"

Gao Xian turned sideways and saw a black-clothed monk coming behind him. The monk had a bald head and eyebrows, a lion nose and a wide mouth, broad shoulders and back, and was nearly eight feet tall. He was very tall and majestic.

What was even more eye-catching was the long stick in the monk's hand, a black stick with a golden dragon on it. Under the setting sun, the golden dragon shone brightly, as if it had come alive.

The black-robed monk looked quite old, looking like he was in his 50s or 60s, but his Qi was like a steelmaking furnace emitting pure Yang blazing flames. The two sides were more than ten feet apart, and his blazing Qi had already burned Gao Xian all over.

The blood-red maple leaves around him were curling and yellowing under the pure Yang Qi, and the bark was crackling under the high temperature, cracking thousands of lines.

"I wonder what the master's name is?" Gao Xian guessed that the other party should be a master of Tianlong Temple. His sixth-level cultivation was pure and strong, much more domineering than the yellow-robed swordsman.

"Tianlong Temple is extinct."

The black-robed old monk paused slightly on the ground with the long stick in his hand, and reported his own Dharma name.

Gao Xian looked at the yellow-robed swordsman again, and the yellow-robed swordsman said proudly: "Cangjianzhai Zhouyou."

At this time, the leaves behind Gao Xian shook, and Yan Shijiu, who was covered in silver armor, fell from the sky. He didn't say anything, but just held the Baihong Sword tightly and stared coldly at Gao Xian's back.

Gao Xian turned sideways and glanced at Yan Shijiu standing on the tree. He smiled and greeted him: "Fellow Daoist Yan, we meet again."

Yan Shijiu's face behind the transparent mask was expressionless, his eyes were sharp and gloomy, full of murderous intent. He was stabbed by Gao Xian last time and almost died in Gao Xian's hands.

At this time, Gao Xian's true Qi was already full of pure Yang aura, and it was obvious that he had achieved the Pure Yang Dao. He didn't dare to be careless with such a terrible demon.

In fact, if it weren't for Juemie and Zhou You, he would never dare to come to Gao Xian.

It was also because Gao Xian came all the way to Kyoto that they had the opportunity to summon the strong men from the four holy places to block Gao Xian outside Guangyang City.

If Gao Xian entered Kyoto, it would be a big trouble!

Gao Xian didn't get a response from Yan Shijiu, he smiled and said: "Fellow Daoist Yan is a little nervous..."

"Outlander demon, sharp teeth and sharp mouth!"

Someone opposite Gao Xian shouted in a low voice, the voice was as cold as a knife, and naturally revealed a sharp edge.

Following the sound, Gao Xian saw a tall and majestic middle-aged man walking out from the depths of the maple forest. He wore a golden crown, a dark blue robe with water patterns, and a black sheathed long sword at his waist.

The four people blocking the road were all Chunyang masters, each with their own aura, but the middle-aged swordsman in blue was the most powerful and domineering.

As soon as this man appeared, his condensed and sharp sword intent was across Gao Xian.

The other three Chunyang masters all locked him with their Chunyang aura, but they all maintained a degree and did not force Gao Xian too much.

The blue-clothed swordsman had no scruples, and his strong and sharp sword intent drove straight into Gao Xian.

This kind of external sword intent is equivalent to drawing a sword across someone's neck when meeting. This man did not consider cooperating with others when doing things, and was arrogant and domineering and did his own thing.

"I don't know what to call you, friend?" Gao Xian did not care about the other party's arrogance and rudeness. Since both parties were enemies, it was normal for the other party to use any means.

"Ning Que of the Heavenly Blade Sect." The blue-robed swordsman loudly announced his name, his brows full of arrogance.

The yellow-robed swordsman was also proud, but it was a kind of lonely arrogance. Ning Que was a kind of arrogant and self-centered arrogance.

This kind of arrogance is sharp and will hurt everyone around him without hesitation.

As soon as Ning Que spoke, his aura overwhelmed Zhou You, Juemie, and Yan Shijiu. He also completely overwhelmed the aura of the chubby middle-aged man who appeared last.

The chubby middle-aged man stood below Yan Shijiu, facing Gao Xian's back. This man had fair skin and small eyes, and his fat face naturally had a slightly upturned mouth corner, with a friendly and smiling look.

He was wearing a set of khaki armor, which looked very heavy, which also made his figure rounder.

Although they were both wearing armor, Yan Shijiu was gorgeous and majestic, while the chubby middle-aged man looked quite honest and had no aura of majesty.

Among the five pure yang masters, the chubby middle-aged man had the most restrained aura, which had a very ordinary meaning.

The dark golden dragon shadow in Gao Xian's left eye was flying and spinning, and he had seen through the five pure yang masters inside and out.

The peerless magical power of the Great Dragon Imperial Magic Treasure Seal could easily see through the masters of the same level in the human world. Not to mention that Xuantaitian's divine consciousness is difficult to release, and the cultivators are all focused on cultivating themselves, and there are very few related magical powers and secrets.

In his opinion, Yan Shijiu is the weakest among the five present, and the other four are good at something. Finally, this middle-aged fat man appears, and his true qi is the most powerful.

Ning Que, Zhou You, Juemie and other Chunyang don't know what Gao Xian is doing, but out of the intuition of the sixth-level strong, they all feel that something is wrong.

Ning Que said loudly: "Fellow Taoists, let me weigh the weight of the demon first. If I can't beat you, fellow Taoists, it won't be too late to take action."

Yan Shijiu frowned slightly. He finally invited the strong men from the four holy places, and finally blocked Gao Xian's way.

At this time, they should rush up to solve Gao Xian. There is no point in fighting alone!

Killing demons and fighting are different from fighting! If Gao Xian seizes the opportunity to escape, it will be troublesome.

But Ning Que is arrogant and thinks he is the second best in the world, and never takes others seriously. If he spoke out to stop it, he would definitely offend Ning Que greatly.

With Ning Que's personality, he might deliberately let Gao Xian go, and then he would go to Gao Xian alone.

Yan Shijiu weighed the pros and cons and did not dare to speak. He looked at Wan Yongchang below. This Wanshou Sect strongman had the best popularity and was also friends with Ning Que.

Among so many people present, only Wan Yongchang could persuade Ning Que.

Wan Yongchang seemed not to notice Yan Shijiu's gaze, so he just smiled and watched without any intention of speaking out to stop him.

Juemie was cold and hard, Zhou You was arrogant, although these two did not like Ning Que, they did not think there was anything wrong with Ning Que and Gao Xian fighting alone.

A mere extraterritorial demon, no matter how powerful he was, how powerful could he be? !

Five six-level pure yang strongmen gathered together, and they would never give Gao Xian any chance.

Ning Que did not seek everyone's consent, he just informed everyone out of basic courtesy.

He said, holding the handle of the knife and strode towards Gao Xian.

Yan Shijiu, standing on the tree, sighed silently. He made a gesture, signaling his men not to move rashly.

In the depths of the maple forest, there are still two thousand Qianlong Guards. There are six teams in total, led by six fifth-level cultivators, and the worst of them are all foundation-building cultivators.

Such a huge force, if used well, is enough to surround and kill the sixth-level Chunyang.

Yan Shijiu also knows how terrible Gao Xian is, and mobilized all the elite forces at hand for this ambush.

The Qianlong Guard teams guarded the four directions, observing the battlefield through telescopes, and naturally saw Yan Shijiu's gestures.

To be honest, a group of Qianlong Guard masters were relieved. They really didn't want to get involved in such a level of battle.

With Yan Shijiu's order, many Qianlong Guard masters can relax and watch the show.

Ning Que didn't care how Yan Shijiu arranged it. He strode towards Gao Xian with his hand on the hilt of the knife.

The magic knife on his waist is the strongest artifact of the Tiandao Sect, the Nine Heavens Xuandu Thunder Emperor Knife, and he also practiced the "Xuandu Thunder Sutra".

When he was urging the sword intent, his eyes flashed with lightning, and there were also faint traces of lightning flashing around his body, which was the increasingly powerful Xuandu Thunder Blade Force.

The distance between the two sides was only more than ten feet, Ning Que strode over, and in the blink of an eye he was in front of Gao Xian.

After a short period of accumulation, Ning Que's body was now full of lightning like a dragon, and his eyes were even more blazing with lightning. He was already arrogant, and now the lightning flashed around him was really like a god.

The agitated breath caused the maple leaves on the tree to sway and fall. These maple leaves would be blown into powder by the Xuandu Thunder Blade Force if they fell around Ning Que.

Such a magnificent power made Guanzhan Juemie and Zhou You retreat continuously. For the sixth-level Chunyang, this battlefield was too small.

The Tiandao Sect used thunder as a sword, and the momentum was the strongest and fiercest. When Ning Que took action, others could not cooperate.

They could not help if they stood too close, but would affect Ning Que's performance.

Yan Shijiu's eyes were already occupied by the shining lightning. He said to Wan Yongchang below: "Brother Wan, Ning Que is so domineering!"

Wan Yongchang nodded slightly: "With thunder as the heavenly sword, one must have the domineering sword intent to control the world. Otherwise, it is impossible to practice this sword technique..."

Ning Que did not pay attention to the Chunyang around him. His eyes and sword intent were firmly locked on Gao Xian.

What surprised him a little was that Gao Xian stood there casually holding a sword, with a leisurely attitude, as if he didn't care about his sharp thunder-like sword intent at all.

Ning Que shouted and pulled out the Nine Heavens Xuandu Thunder Emperor Sword. The blade was four and a half feet long and two and a half inches wide, and the blade was as clear as a mirror.

Under the urging of the Xuandu Thunder Sword, countless runes flashed inside the Thunder Emperor Sword, gathering the extremely strong and blazing lightning.

Ning Que, holding the magic sword, was like the Thunder Emperor who controlled the thunder of the nine heavens, with extraordinary majesty.

The Thunder Emperor's sword slashed through the air, and the shining lightning turned into a sharp electric blade that slashed Gao Xian. The dazzling lightning obscured the blood-red sunset and the endless red leaves around.

At this moment, the electric blade transformed by thunder was the only ruler between heaven and earth.

Such a majestic power made several sixth-level pure Yang watching the battle shudder. No matter how arrogant Ning Que was, he really had the power to cut through the world with thunder as a sword. It was worthy of being a heavenly sword!

To everyone's surprise, Gao Xian did not retreat. He casually drew out his sword and blocked the powerful and violent Thunder Emperor's sword.

When the swords met, the sword in Gao Xian's hand, as clear as autumn water, hummed and rang, and the light in the sword blade was like rippling water waves.

Ning Que, who was slashing with the sword, urged the Xuandu Thunder Sword to be strong, but he could not suppress Gao Xian's sword. It was like a fierce thunderbolt blasting into the endless river water. No matter how fierce and overbearing the thunderbolt was, its power would be absorbed by the river water.

Ning Que knew something was wrong. He was about to draw his sword and change, but Gao Xian's sword had an invisible and dense sword energy that stuck to his Thunder Emperor Sword. Ning Que hurriedly activated the Xuandu Thunder Blade Qi again.

Gao Xian's Wuji Sword turned slightly, and the Thunder Emperor Sword was deflected to the side by several inches. Ning Que's Xuandu Thunder Blade Qi fell mostly into the air.

Taking advantage of this gap, Gao Xian's Wuji Sword went straight in and lightly touched Ning Que's forehead.

Ning Que was already alert that something was wrong. He threw away the Jiuxiao Xuandu Thunder Emperor Sword and turned into lightning and flew backwards.

The lightning flashed and retreated a hundred feet away. The maple trees were smashed to pieces as the lightning passed by, leaving a straight passage in the forest. Wood chips and leaves were scattered all over the passage...

Ning Que, who retreated a hundred feet away, touched his forehead with some doubt. When he saw the blood on his hand, his heart was chilled.

The sword mark of annihilation of all swords also spread, dragging his Yang Shen and consciousness into endless darkness.

Just when Ning Que's consciousness completely dissipated, he heard Gao Xian sigh softly: "It's a pity for this blood-like maple leaf..."

Ning Que was a little angry. He, a dignified sixth-level pure Yang, was not as good as a few leaves? But he could no longer express his emotions. He fell to the ground with his head tilted up, and there was no breath left.

Juemie and Zhou You both looked cold. Seeing Ning Que being killed by Gao Xian's sword, they were actually very shocked, but they could only control their emotions forcibly.

Even Wan Yongchang, who had been smiling all the time, had a gloomy face and no smile at all.

Yan Shijiu felt cold all over. He almost died under Gao Xian's sword last time. This time, seeing Gao Xian easily kill the arrogant Ning Que, he was shocked, angry and afraid...

The four top six-level pure yang masters of the time were all silent at this moment. This silence was so harsh at this moment!

(Second update, and third update~) (End of this chapter)