Please call me Huanxian

Chapter 417 Supreme Swordsmanship
The morning sun rises and the mist is like gauze.

The sword light went northward along the barrier, tearing open a gap over a thousand miles long.

The monks who were trapped inside the barrier to vent their despair suddenly realized that the formation had been broken. They swarmed out in ecstasy and fled for their lives into the boundless sea.

Hundreds of miles later, some cultivators were busy sending messages to their lost relatives and friends, informing them that the great formation that sealed off the Buried Immortal Island in the southeast had been broken and to rush forward to escape. Many cultivators stopped to pay their respects to the majestic statue that was as tall as a mountain, to thank it for saving their lives.

"Get out of here, get away from here."

The Dharmadhatu did not appreciate it, and his roar spread thousands of miles, with great power.

The monks fleeing below were shaken and crashed into the sea one by one, and flew out in a hurry after a moment.

Xu Yuanchang looked up, his heart pounding with emotion. That was the spirit and courage that a practitioner should have.

The difference between saving the lives of an entire continent with one's own strength and those old guys sacrificing the lives of an entire continent for their own selfish interests is obvious.

Yu Fengwu stared at the sword light that disappeared in the distance, her eyes sparkling. The sword moved the mystery of heaven and earth, making her intoxicated.

There are masters in this world, and there are also supreme swordsmanship that is beyond the sky.

I am fortunate enough to have witnessed it.

"Senior Luo...our mission..."

Yan Shusheng was terrified and swallowed hard. Nanhui Island was only two hundred miles away from the unknown statue. He was worried that the expert who destroyed the forbidden formation would dislike this place, so he flattened the island with a kick and whispered a reminder to Senior Luo who had appeared.

There is nothing to do now. Thousands of monks have run away.

There was a steady stream of monks fleeing behind them.

The murderer was so cunning and treacherous that he had already blended into the crowd and escaped.

Such a huge gap cannot be blocked in a short time. At least the Nine-story Dharma Image is watching it covetously. Who dares to risk his life to block it?
The old man surnamed Luo glanced down fiercely, and uttered a few words from between his teeth: "Defend the node to the death, and do not retreat without orders."

Even if a disaster is imminent, we cannot evacuate from Nanhui Island on our own initiative.

Everyone else can escape, except the two monks from the Eighth Floor Tower who are guarding this place. The decree jointly issued by the six great monks from the Ninth Floor Tower cannot be violated. Violators will be killed without a burial place, and the sect will be held responsible, and all their authority and status will be stripped away.

Yan Shusheng was scolded so much that he lowered his head in silence, with no dignity left and anger hidden in his eyes.

The local monks who were shouting in low voices on the other side shut their mouths tightly, fearing that they would be crushed to death by the two old seniors at the critical moment. They originally thought that they had picked up a good job, but unexpectedly, it turned out to be a pile of eggs, which was only a thought away from collapse.

"Gao Jian, why are you crazy? Why do you want to let go of the 'killing catastrophe' that threatens the world of cultivation?"

Several figures appeared in the sky, about seven or eight hundred miles away, and did not dare to fly close to the Dharma Image. One of them, a young woman in a palace skirt, rebuked him rudely.

The image gradually shrank and solidified. On its shoulder stood an old man in white clothes, with a white beard and a long face. He had a strange appearance, and his two white eyebrows were like swords drawn from their sheaths, piercing into his temples. However, he did not have the demeanor of a master at all and shouted curses:

“Smiling woman, give me a reason not to go crazy. You have locked up my swordsmanship successor in Linxianzhou. Do you want me to cut off the inheritance, or do you have other evil intentions? If you don’t give me an explanation today, none of you six will be able to escape. No matter if you come one by one or all together, let’s fight and use fists to make things right!”

Looking around to the left and right, he was full of dominance and his voice shook the world.

He was very unreasonable and put all the blame on the other people.

Xu Yuanchang was very familiar with the two famous names "Gao Jian and Mu Xiaoxiao", and there was also a man named Lin Sanren.

When he was in the lower world, he heard Lao Li, Niangniang Yu Cai, Xuan Xiao, Chu Wu and others mention it many times. This was the first time he saw the true faces of the two with his own eyes. He couldn't help but worry about Ye Changmeng. If he went against such a domineering and powerful master, he would probably be beaten to death.

Facing six masters of the same level, Senior Gao Jian was so brave that he was rarely seen in the world. He dared to issue a provocative statement: "Let's attack together and use our fists to reason."

He felt relaxed and happy after hearing this, and he began to yearn for it.

This is what we monks should do.

Instead of using Taoist magic and taking pride in killing weak creatures.

"You're talking nonsense, Gao bastard. Everyone knows that you've been a wandering ghost for eight thousand years, without a fixed place to live. You don't even have a fixed hill to stand on. How could a swordsman come out of nowhere? Why do you have to make such a lame excuse? It only makes people laugh at you. If you want to fight, I'll fight you to the end. Don't even think about denying what happened today."

The young woman who was called the Smiling Woman was so furious when she saw that the old man was so shameless that he turned the tables on her. She cursed him back rudely and insisted that the old man had deliberately broken the forbidden formation.

"Gao Jian, if you don't give me a reasonable explanation today, don't blame me for not giving in to you."

"Yes, we spent a huge amount of money and several years to finally trap the evil in the Immortal Continent. Master Gao, you destroyed it without warning. We have to doubt your intentions."

"Fellow Daoist Gao, please stop talking about other things. If you break the restriction of the formation, will you help that killing calamity and become an enemy of the entire cultivation world?"

Several people appeared on both sides one after another, vaguely surrounding Gao Jian in the middle.

They all knew how powerful that madman was, but they were numerous and united in their hatred of the enemy, and there were some old grudges that they wanted to settle today.

"Haha, smiling woman, I just like your straightforward and aggressive spirit. I know I've been itching to do it for years, so let's fight first and then talk about bullshit."

The Dharma image shrank to about three hundred feet. The old man with his shoulders erect laughed wildly so hard that the space of a hundred miles shook. With an unreasonable roar of "Watch out for the sword", the old man and the Dharma image simultaneously raised their right hands diagonally and simply stabbed in the direction of the three people on the right seven or eight hundred miles away.

The sky and the earth changed color, and the sword condensed at will.

Countless clouds transformed into sword lights, dragging sword beams, whistling and shooting out, splitting the sky and covering the earth like a cold and murderous rain of swords.

"One thought is to be kind in the world, and one thought is to protect the sword and weapon."

There was a scholar who was speaking the divine law. When he thought of the wind, there was a strange phenomenon. The rain of swords that were stabbing at the scholar fluttered and dispersed in the wind.

A monk put his hands together, Buddha's light burst out, and a rain of swords "crackled" and shattered several miles away.

They each used their magical powers and secret techniques to resist the attacks of the world's number one swordsman, and secretly planned a counterattack, ready to join forces to give the arrogant old guy a good beating.

Mu Xiaoxiao knew that being targeted by Gao Jianren was a very terrifying thing, so she released several rapidly rotating rays of light to greet the seemingly ordinary "Qi Sword Rain", protecting herself from water and fire. Then she heard a "swish" sound of silk being torn.

An invisible sword light pierced through several layers of brilliant aura and pierced the woman in the palace skirt with a "bang".

The afterimage collapsed and the colorful light surged.

The next moment, the woman appeared a hundred miles away, and the invisible sword energy followed her like a shadow, piercing the woman's chest again.

The three people on the other side shouted in unison, "Hit him!" The flying swords in the void as small as Mount Sumeru, the giant seals as big as mountains, and the translucent ropes that appeared out of thin air, attacked the old guy who treated them as nothing in a tacit coordination.

There is no earth-shattering power, but rather ordinary.

But every attack should not be underestimated.

"Haha, you're just in time. I told you guys to come together, but you guys insisted on being so pretentious."

The old man on the Dharmadhatu’s shoulder laughed, and three figures suddenly appeared around him.

One of them flicked his finger and the flying sword in the air disappeared. Another person put his fingers together like swords and swung them upwards three times. The giant seal stopped in the air and cracked sword patterns appeared in a moment. The remaining person took a step forward and tied up the rope head-on, but dragged the precious rope back to the old man. The sword energy was like a binding, tightly wrapping around the rope that was struggling to transform and leave.

On the other side, the scholar and the monk who were about to take action chose to stop.

No one's treasure comes from the wind, and it would be painful if it was taken away.

"Congratulations, Mr. Gao, for cultivating three ninth-level sword clones and achieving the tenth-level cultivation. Please don't use us to test your sword skills!" The monk clasped his hands together in salute, then bowed his head in defeat.

The scholar shouted, "Fellow Daoist Gao, please put away your magical powers."

Mu Xiaoxiao appeared nearby in a rather embarrassed state. She used up a treasure to get rid of the inconspicuous invisible sword attack and shouted, "Gao Jian, is this how you treat your old friend? Congratulations on taking a step further and jumping out of the Five Elements."

The other three also saluted. They were no longer on the same level and could accept being teased in any way.

Even if there are some grudges, they must be forced to disappear.

The old man on the Dharmadhatu's shoulder looked innocent and said, "Everyone, I am only at the Ninth Floor. Please do not smear my innocent reputation. If God misunderstands and wants to drive me away, you will not be responsible."

Suddenly he turned his head and looked at the sea thousands of miles away, and shouted: "Yu Gu, I will return the favor to you."

A figure shrouded in curling black air appeared above the deserted sea, and laughed strangely: "Gao Jian, why don't we join forces to do something big and clean up this messed up upper world?"

Mu Xiaoxiao shouted loudly: "Yu Gu, you can't escape!"

Only then did she realize that the killing calamity sent down by Heaven was actually the disaster that happened more than nine thousand years ago.

Gao Jian pointed casually and shouted, "I'll kill you every time I see you next time."

The figure sensed something was wrong and turned into countless black air and fled. However, an invisible sword energy pierced its real body which was hidden in the air. It let out a scream and exploded into a blood rain, and the pieces fell into the sea.

"Gao Jian, wait for me."

A faint and resentful voice disappeared into the air.

Gao Jian waved his hand and returned several treasures to the three people. Only one of the three figures around him remained, shrouded in sword energy. He said, "I knocked Yu Gu down to the first level of cultivation. It will take time for him to recover. It should be enough time for you to arrange things. I will not meddle in your affairs anymore." He looked at Mu Xiaoxiao and said, "As an old friend, it is not too much for you to give me the 'Bi Tian Peak' to stay at, right?"

Mu Xiaoxiao rolled her eyes, a smile appeared on her face, and she said, "That's what I wish for. It's settled then."

Bitian Peak was a blessed place for meditation that she had spent thousands of years building. When Gao Jian asked for it, she felt like she was getting a huge bargain.

The few people who had been fighting with swords drawn just now became harmonious again in the blink of an eye.

Xu Yuanchang was completely confused by what he saw. He really couldn't understand the way the older generation dealt with people.

It’s too profound and confusing.

Three people in the air bowed to Gao Jian, and then disappeared in a flash.

They were unwilling to miss such a rare opportunity, so they headed to the sea to hunt down the murderous thief who had lost one level of cultivation.

The sword clone standing on the shoulder of the Dharma Image waved towards the direction of Nanhui Island. His face suddenly became clear and he called out, "Feng Wu, why don't you come up and meet the seniors?"

"Old Sword Master!"

Xu Yuanchang was a little dumbfounded. He never expected that the generous and tragic old swordsman was actually just a sword clone of Gao Jian. He was worried about Ye Changmeng again.

Old Ye, what can you use to fight against Gao Jianfang?

No matter how hard-headed you are, you will get hit.

Yu Fengwu's mind was filled with the mysterious sword lights that were flying back and forth. Hearing the old sword saint's call, he felt inexplicably excited. He flew up and landed in front of the Dharma image, respectfully performing the sword salute: "Greetings, old sword saint!"

The old man surnamed Luo and another middle-aged man on Nanhui Island were sweating profusely.

I secretly rejoiced, what a close call!

Yan Shusheng and the others were shocked when they saw how the master used his extraordinary magical power to deal with six powerful men from the Ninth Floor by himself. They even glanced at Xu Yuanchang with something wrong in their eyes.

This kid is a good eater of soft rice.

The old swordsman smiled and said, "Do you remember the original agreement? He is me, and I am him, why are you hesitating?"

Seeing such an obvious instruction, Yu Fengwu immediately knelt down in the air and saluted: "Disciple Yu Fengwu, I pay my respects to Master, and I beg you to teach me the peerless swordsmanship!"

Gao Jian stood and accepted the great gift. The other old swordsman had already disappeared. He laughed and said, "I am very pleased to have such a disciple. Get up." He pointed in the direction of Mu Xiaoxiao and said, "Greetings to your Uncle Mu."

Yu Fengwu stood up gracefully and bowed to Mu Xiaoxiao: "Fengwu greets Uncle Master Mu."

Mu Xiaoxiao stepped forward, helped him up, and said, "Old Gao, you have such a beautiful disciple. I envy you." She took out a jade box and stuffed it into Yu Fengwu's hand, saying, "I can't accept your gift for nothing, or your master will find trouble with me. He is so powerful now that he doesn't take our old friend seriously. He is so fierce and vicious that he wants to kill us."

Gao Jian bared his teeth and said, "It's not me who doesn't take us seriously, it's someone else. Don't blame the wrong person."

Mu Xiaoxiao understood who he was referring to and said, "That old guy hasn't been seen for thousands of years. He may have gone to the fairyland. It's not his fault. Let's go and follow Uncle Master back to the Bi Tian Peak in Fang Cun Mountain Region."

The two of them were talking to themselves and had no intention of introducing the other two Nine-Story Tower people in the sky to Yu Fengwu.

Yu Fengwu bowed and clasped his hands towards the two people in the distance; courtesy must be obeyed.

The scholar and the monk returned the greeting with a smile and presented a greeting gift to each of them.

Although they didn't know why Gao Jian refused to admit that he had entered the Tenth Floor Tower, they dared not neglect Gao Jian's only disciple. Gao Jian stood up for his disciple and destroyed the forbidden formation, and no one dared to pursue the matter.

Yu Fengwu accepted the gift and said, "Master, Uncle Mu, please allow me to say goodbye to a friend."

"Go."

Gao Jian waved his hand.

Yu Fengwu flew back to Nanhui Island. The two monks from the Eighth Floor smiled and quickly opened the formation, fearing that they would be negligent.

Different identities mean different times.

"How about you come with me to Bi Tian Peak?"

"I appreciate your kindness. I have my own way to go. I will come to see you later."

How could Xu Yuanchang dare to get involved in trouble? He avoided Gao Jian, Mu Xiaoxiao and others, took out a bottle of spiritual liquid beads from the space, handed it to them with a smile, and said: "Congratulations on becoming your disciple. If I don't live up to my expectations in the future, I will use your name to scare others."

Yu Fengwu took the bottle and stared at the other person with her beautiful eyes, "Have you found Sister Xianfeng?"

"The time is not right, so I haven't looked for it yet."

Xu Yuanchang sighed inwardly, smiled and clasped his fists to see him off.

Yu Fengwu also sighed imperceptibly and flew into the air to reunite with his master.

Gao Jian glanced down and said, "Boy, please say hello to your master for me."

With a wave of his finger in the air, the three people disappeared instantly.

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(End of this chapter)