The immortality of mortals

Chapter 58
Faced with the attack from Yang Xuan's top-level magic weapon, the girl raised her hand without showing any signs of weakness and fired out dozens of talismans.

Many low-level, mid-level and even high-level spells were thrown around as if they were free of charge.

The silver-moon blade light also intertwined into a dense French net, shrouding Yang Xuan.

With such a heroic and powerful style of play, it is estimated that even a thirteenth-level monk would not be able to withstand defeat.

Naturally, Yang Xuan was not careless. He unfolded the cloud map and waved the green dragon flag. The crazy hurricane swept with the green wind blade, directly annihilating many talisman attacks.

The silver blade light network was also quickly broken.

At the same time, the turbulent wind drove the Fire Cloud Sword and Lingshuang Sword to fly.

Before the attack came, the strong wind had blown sand and rocks nearby. Half of the thatch on the ground was ignited by the fire, and the other half was frozen by the frost. The entire cliff reflected powerful red and blue colors.

Seeing this, the girl also stopped teasing and frivolous, and was once again surprised by the power of the young man in white.

Originally, when she first met Zongmen Feizhou, she thought that he stood in the first place because of his appearance.

Now it seems that it is entirely due to its strength.

However, as a [-]-year-old senior with rich experience and knowledge, she will naturally not be intimidated by a young boy.

"Senior, you can make me show my true feelings, little guy, you are very good!"

The girl opened her mouth and suddenly sprayed out a pink ring as small as her thumb, which quickly became as big as a millstone in the air.

The magic weapon Suzaku Ring! !

As the ring rotated, it quickly rose from pink to red. Countless sparks splashed and gathered into many fist-sized high-temperature fireballs.

Boom boom boom boom!
A series of magic explosions and roars resounded in front of the cliff.

The birds scattered all around, and the insects and beasts fled in panic. It was quite a terrifying power that shook the mountains and the earth.

A young monk with dark skin and ordinary appearance who was using his body skills to move forward cautiously suddenly felt a slight tremor under his feet, and he couldn't help but be shocked.

Looking up, I saw a cliff in front of me. The spiritual energy was fluctuating, the afterglow of the spell was reflected, and the terrible explosions and collisions spread far away.

"What kind of fierce battle is this? It's so powerful, so... dangerous!"

Originally, the young man was going to pass by the cliff, but he saw this situation.

Unable to help feeling uneasy, he hesitated for a moment and decided to take a detour based on his heart's choice.

During this trip, the young man just wanted to safely collect the herbs needed for the Foundation Establishment Pill.

As for fighting with strong men and fighting with elite disciples, it is better to avoid them whenever possible...

boom!
The battle in front of the cliff has reached a fever pitch.

The red Suzaku ring resisted the slashing of the top-level Lingshuang knife.

Yang Xuan drove the Fire Cloud Sword to attack again, and the pitch-black and blazing sword body pierced into the opponent's ring!

But the girl's red ring actually produced a strange swallowing force.

This makes it impossible for young people to advance any further.

The lovely elf girl's face was flushed, and her breasts were rising and falling.

She didn't expect that the opponent's method was so powerful and long-lasting, making her sweaty and panting.

On the other hand, after more than half a quarter of an hour of fierce fighting, Yang Xuan was panting heavily from exhaustion.

The two have been fighting each other so far, although there have been no more words and no winner has been decided.

But he was already vaguely aware of the other party's identity.

A female cultivator belonging to the Hiding Moon Sect, she is an old-fashioned senior with such strength.

The girl's name is already coming out.

Nangong Wan.

A high-level cultivator in the alchemy stage who practices a unique reincarnation technique, due to the characteristics of the technique, is regularly reduced to the Qi refining stage, so he can successfully sneak into the forbidden area.

Just when Yang Xuan decided whether to give it a try.

Suddenly I heard the girl yelling.

"Watch my evil-killing thorn!"

A red light flashed quickly, and Yang Xuan quickly used his Bai Luo Umbrella to block it.

But when he separated the dark red light, he found that it was just an ordinary small sword containing a talisman.

The girl took this opportunity to smile and crushed a foundation-building talisman in her hand.Green light flashes.

The figure has disappeared, leaving only a clear voice.

"Boy, let's stop fighting for now. When we meet in the next two days, I will definitely not get the good news from you!"

"As expected of a senior, he can be so strong-willed about escaping."

After Yang Xuan double-checked with his spiritual consciousness and breeze perception, he confirmed that the opponent had gone far before putting away many magical weapons.

It has to be said that the battle just now made him feel quite intoxicated.

In the past, those disciples in Huang Maple Valley had to keep their hands open when fighting to prevent them from being beaten to death.

And those who go out to kill evil cultivators are at the eleventh or second level of Qi refining at most.

There's not much pressure on him at all.

Since entering the thirteenth level of Qi Refining Peak more than two years ago, Yang Xuan has endured for a long time. The lower-level disciples are not able to perform well enough, and they cannot commit suicide challenges during the foundation building period.

Now that he finally meets this elf girl, he can release all the fighting spirit he has accumulated for many years!

"Well, let's head to the central area quickly."

Yang Xuan packed up and prepared to move on.

Suddenly, he noticed that the two monks who had fought to the death together had left behind a magic weapon, perhaps because the girl was walking in a hurry.

It is a magical silk thread weapon used by Huang Maple Valley disciples.

He drew it into his hand.

With the input of mana, this group of transparent silk threads immediately tightened, becoming tough and straight, with a length of nearly ten feet.

With its near-invisible effect and slender and tough nature, the back foot of the input mana can instantly cut open the opponent who is unaware of it.

Yang Xuan tried to wave the crystal clear filament, and passed it silently across a tall mountain rock.

The solid boulder immediately broke into two smooth halves.

Seeing this result, he nodded and put the silk thread directly into his sleeves.

Control the Qingye magic weapon.

Yang Xuan took out the manual containing the Boiling Seal again and studied it on the roadside.

along the way.

He noticed the fluctuations of the monks' fighting skills coming from several places, but they were far away, so he did not waste time and ran to join in the fun.

After all, it is still the first day of the forbidden area.

The vast majority of monks have not yet harvested much spiritual material.

Waiting until the next three days, it will be the time for the disciples of each sect to actually kill and harvest...

Half a day passed.

Yang Xuan stood on the Qingye magic weapon and came to a strange mountain road.

There are steep and towering peaks nearby, covered with moist moss and extremely smooth, making it difficult for even light-gung experts to climb.

Take out the map, the name marked here is 'One Line of Sky'.

Just in line with the scene in front of us, there is only an extremely narrow path to pass between the cliffs on both sides.

This is the only road from the nearby area to the center.

"Oh my God, I like..."

Yang Xuan smiled and put away the map: "Is it the same for fellow Taoist?"

He looked at the two monks who jumped out from behind.

"Hmph, if you don't want to die, you'd better hand over the storage bag!"

The big man with a beard standing in front, carrying a huge sword and carrying a giant sword, sneered.

The man behind him also stared with the same unkind expression.

"This is the only road leading to the front in the vicinity, and it is extremely narrow. As long as we ambush the two of them in advance, the monks passing by can be attacked from both sides and put in a dilemma... This method of robbery is not bad."

Yang Xuan smiled, but a pair of red and blue swords flew out from his body at the same time, slashing towards the front and back respectively.

(End of this chapter)