Chongming Xianzong

Chapter 315: Become an old man after being young

"Why is this Kang guy so troublesome?!" Wu Cangyun almost lost all his strength. He looked at the headmaster Kang who still had some strength left with surprise.

You must know that Jiang Qing's spiritual power is almost exhausted and he can hardly fight; after Nanny Sun's staff was damaged and could not transform into a small green-scaled dragon, she was just a mid-stage foundation-building cultivator who was indistinguishable from the others;

Mo Wen, who had just come over, was the deputy of the Qiaogong Fort faction, but his skills were not outstanding. If it weren't for the extraordinary defense of the black tortoise puppet in his hand and the sharp wings of the black bird puppet, he would have been beheaded by the Hongyi Sect long ago.

But Master Kang was able to manage to maintain his foundation under such circumstances. This showed great ability. At least Wu Cangyun could not do it by himself.

Even though these junior brothers who were sent by Jie Yi Shang Xiu to serve in the Yunjiaozhou court can only be regarded as inferior figures among their peers in the Hongyi Sect, they are genuine Jindan Sect members after all. How come they are unable to defeat Kang Dabao when they have such a great advantage?

Not only did he fail to take it down for a long time, but the leader of Kangda, who was at a disadvantage at the time, actually dared to make a move.

Wu Cangyun saw that Kang Dabao deliberately exposed a flaw to lure the last cultivator in the early stage of foundation building who came over to chop his wrist with the magic sword.

"Clang", after a sound of metal colliding, a blood line as thin as cow hair appeared on the back of Master Kang's wrist.

Joy was just about to show in the early cultivator's big eyes, and Wu Cangyun thought something was wrong. Just as he was about to say something, he saw Kang Dabao twist his wrist and grasp the sword in his hand.

"How brave!" Xiaoyan Jianji was not angry but happy. He pointed his finger and the flying sword was so sharp that it cut Kang Dabao's palm and caused it to crack, oozing hot blood. The latter just shouted in a deep voice, and took out the chess fairy plate to block all the spiritual weapons of the two late-stage cultivators, gathering all the strength in his body in his hands.

"Zheng" the flying sword's body suddenly exploded, and bright white fragments splashed all around. Xiaoyan was building his foundation without paying attention, and the flying sword fragments splashed towards him. Before he could dodge, he was cut from the left corner of his mouth to the base of his left ear. Not only did half of his face skin droop, but even his facial bones were injured, leaving cracks.

Xiaoyan Zhuji hadn't cried out in pain yet. He was confused at this moment:
You have to know that although he has only just established his foundation and his family background is not high, he was able to spend all his wealth to buy a low-grade spiritual weapon-level flying sword, which is also a great thing among his peers. How could he have expected that before he could show his power, he was easily broken by the head of an unknown small sect?
With his mind and spirit horrified, Xiaoyan Zhuji's face showed a look of horror, and his short body took several steps back before he stopped, his shoulder tilted, and he vomited hot blood.

The sound of the flying sword breaking was crisp and pleasant, and this sound was not only heard by Xiaoyan, who was in the foundation-building stage, so the look of shock was not only on his face.

What is meant by stunning skills? It is right before your eyes.

Wu Cangyun took a breath of cool air and suppressed the fear in his heart: "I have cultivated the "Witch Scale Golden Armor Technique" to the great perfection realm. In terms of physique, maybe I can slightly suppress this guy! Alas. But."

Even though Kang Dabao was indeed very fierce at this time, and broke Xiaoyan's life spirit weapon for building his foundation, causing him to lose most of his fighting power, the rest of the people in Hongyi Sect were also experienced in fighting, and would not be scared off so easily by Sect Leader Kang.

Even though Kang Dabao took advantage of the opportunity to injure one person, he was still unable to escape from the dangerous situation!
The two late-stage foundation-building monks from Hongyi Sect, one wearing a black short collar and the other wearing a wind-shaped hairpin, clearly had known each other for many years and had a tacit understanding. After the two looked at each other, without further ado, one of them replaced the shirtless, bulging-bellied, thick-bearded monk from the middle stage who was fighting fiercely with Nanny Sun.

The short-collared Zhuji who was facing Kang Dabao glanced at Xiaoyan Zhuji and Wu Cangyun. The two understood each other and supported each other to leave the center of the battle and avoid danger temporarily. They only stayed in the distance and did some harassment within their ability.

With this change of positions, Nanny Sun's face became even more solemn.

Originally, she, Jiang Qing, and Mo Wen had already reached their limit in their battle against three cultivators in the middle stage of foundation building. The strength of this female cultivator with Phoenix Hairpin was even higher than that of the cultivator with Thick Beard.

As soon as they started fighting, Nanny Sun's already damaged Jiu Staff was nearly whipped out by the Phoenix Hairpin Cultivator. If Jiang Qing hadn't picked up a lot of storage bags over the years and had replacements for his two destroyed defensive spiritual tools, he would have been hit by the Phoenix Hairpin Cultivator's long whip and lost half his life.

At this time, there was only one second-level puppet left that Mo Wen had built with all his wealth. His cultivation was not high to begin with, and he found it difficult to cope with any attack from the mid-stage cultivator opposite him.

Even Nanny Sun thought it was strange that Mo Wen didn't run away at this time.

Sect Leader Kang could see that the three people on the other side were in danger, but he was unable to do anything for the moment.

His insect cloud was trapped in a spiritual bronze dragon-patterned bowl by the short-collared foundation-building envoy, making it difficult for him to escape; Mo Yuanqi fought alone against the short-collared foundation-building envoy with six silver sword spiritual weapons, and had to barely remain undefeated.

If it weren't for the domineering and ruthless ancient body, he would have found it difficult to fight on equal terms with the two late-stage true cultivators of Hongyi Sect when he was unable to use the Golden Eyes of Truth.

Even though the foundation-building level of the rough beard that the female cultivator Fengchai had obtained in exchange for her position was inferior to hers, Kang Dabao, who was currently short of offensive means, would find it difficult to kill him in one fell swoop and take advantage of the situation to rush out to help Jiang Qing and the other three.

"Master uncle is coming soon, right?!" said Master Kang, gritting his teeth.

There was another chaotic battle, and the Yixian Plate was hit by six silver knives thirty-six times in a row. This shallowly nurtured top-grade spiritual weapon was finally returned to Kang Dabao's hands.

Short-collared Zhuji was overjoyed, but his face remained expressionless. He pointed and slashed, and the six silver lights were about to cut off the vital points of the head of Kangda. This silver knife was a superior mid-grade spiritual weapon. Short-collared Zhuji had obtained it for nearly a hundred years, and it was closer to him than his son.

If this slashed, even if Kang Dabao had a great physique, he would still be in great trouble. But the latter showed no fear at all, and took advantage of the short collar to build the foundation and exchange the decision, and suddenly raised the Mo Yuan flag, which was less than ten feet long, and turned into a thick banner several feet long, passing through the gaps between the six silver swords and stabbing its master.

The short-collared Zhuji's face twitched for a while, and without thinking, he muttered something, turned the silver knife, and blocked the big banner first.

He certainly didn't want to miss this chance to succeed, but he knew his own business. Kang Dabao might still survive if he was hit by the silver knife, but if he was hit by the gun, his life or death would be uncertain.

Thanks to the decisive action of Master Kang, the big banner arrived before the silver knife.

It was obvious that the spiritual shield of the short-collared foundation-building warrior was of low grade, and it was almost knocked over on the spot. Fortunately, the thick-bearded foundation-building warrior was not slow. He held the halberd in both hands and quickly rushed in front of the short-collared foundation-building warrior to block the big banner, blocking it one by one.

The big flag paused, but was cut off by a silver knife that came from behind.

The thick-bearded man had not anticipated this change, so he was a step slower. The golden light shield formed by the second-level inferior original gold shield was cut by the tip of Mo Yuan's flag, causing his thick beard to fly and his throat to be cut!
At the critical moment, the short-collared Zhuji shot out a small shuttle spirit weapon, which was extremely fast and deflected the tip of the Moyuan flag by several inches. The thick-bearded Zhuji felt a chill in his heart and a cold wind in his stomach. He looked down and saw that the wound on his chest was nearly a foot long and was bleeding black blood.

“The tip of the flag is poisonous!” The bearded man was horrified and quickly pressed several major acupoints on his body to stop the circulation of Qi.

With a "snap", Kang Dabao's robes were torn into pieces, his back was split open, and blood and flesh splattered everywhere.

"Bitch!" Sect Leader Kang gnashed his teeth and cursed angrily, but the female cultivator with Fengchai, who was suppressing Sun and Jiang so much that they could not fight back, didn't care at all. The corners of her mouth were slightly raised, which was very seductive.

The short-collared master would not miss this opportunity, and the thick-bearded master also re-entered the battle after bandaging his wounds with a black face.

Anyone with a discerning eye could see that if there were no changes, the victory for the seven foundation-building warriors of Hongyi Sect would be assured.

Suddenly, a strong wind blew up in the field, blowing the clouds above everyone's heads into smoke. What fell from the sky was not the sword light that Kang Dabao had been waiting for for a long time, but a few black spots falling from the sky.

Although the little eye who was defeated earlier was far away, his eyesight was very good and he had the most time. After he saw it clearly, he only heard his frightened tone and said in a sad voice: "Senior Brother Ren, Senior Brother Hou, Senior Sister Bai..."

The head fell to the ground just one step slower than the voice, with dirt and rocks flying everywhere and dust rising up.

When the female cultivator Fengchai heard Xiaoyan's foundation-building words, her brows slightly frowned. Before she could react, the sword light approached!
"Fake pill?!" The female cultivator with the phoenix hairpin was shocked. She threw away all distracting thoughts, took off the phoenix hairpin from her hair and stepped out. The fire phoenix flew in the air, facing the sword light.

The killer move was used suddenly, and the Phoenix Hairpin female cultivator felt relieved for a moment, but she heard a sneering voice from the other side: "I am not a fake Dan, and you are a fake Phoenix."

The sword flashed without hesitation, slashing the phoenix. Thousands of feathers scattered, and the phoenix sounded melodiously. The phoenix hairpin suddenly broke into several pieces, and spiritual energy splashed in between, and within a breath, it turned into ordinary iron.

The female cultivator whimpered and spat out a column of blood. Her eyes were filled with a large amount of light. She knew that she could no longer have any hope of luck. Her robes were seen rising in the wind, as if they were going to block half of the sky.

After a "hissing" sound, the robes disappeared and the sword light dissipated.

The chaotic sword energy cut a large bloody wound on the body of the naked female cultivator, which was as white as mutton-fat jade. However, the black-shoe Taoist had no mercy on her. He shot out his flying sword again, destroying the flower with ease.

"I am willing to surrender! I am willing to surrender!!" The clothless female cultivator's two life-saving magic weapons were broken in succession, which aroused her blood and energy and made her unable to control it. Knowing that she could no longer hold on, she immediately fell to the ground.

The spring scenery was beautiful at that time, showing off her gracefulness. However, the Taoist in black shoes did not even look at him, and his flying sword was as fast as a meteor, unstoppable.

Until the sword was close enough to cut the straps of the naked female cultivator's underwear, blood lines appeared on her jade-like skin, and she was about to close her eyes and wait for death.

"Dang dang dang", three dark feathers wrapped in black light came rushing over and hit the body of the Tingquan sword in succession, saving the life of the Wuyi female cultivator. The Tingquan sword was forced to return to the hands of the Heilue Taoist.

A trace of astonishment flashed across the eyes of the naked female cultivator, and it was obvious that she had not expected anyone to come to rescue her.

"Fake Dan?!" Taoist Hei Lu frowned and prepared for battle. This was beyond his and Kang Dabao's expectations. How could Hongyi Sect plant fake Dan in Yunjiaozhou? !
What will happen today, Taoist Heilu knows his own business. The two swords he struck earlier were just a build-up of power to attack the Wuyi female cultivator when she was not paying attention, but it does not mean that he really has the strength to compete with the fake pill.

Just two sword strikes consumed half of his spiritual power. His purpose was to gain the upper hand and shock the group of clowns.

He is just about to break through the initial stage of foundation building. It is good enough that he can save his life from the ordinary fake Dan. If he wants to win the battle, it will be very difficult.

Another person fell from the void, with wrinkled skin and white hair, looking energetic.

"Master!" Wu Cangyun's voice was filled with sadness. His back, which had been hunched over due to the severe pain all over his body, slowly straightened up, and the whole person seemed to have suddenly grown taller.

"It is indeed the fake Dan who has arrived." Taoist Heishi said in a calm voice.

The person who came was Wu Cangyun's master, Master Xue Wudan. He walked into the venue slowly. The fierce fighting in the venue was nothing to him, as if there was no one else present who could catch his attention except the Taoist Heilius.

The old cultivator walked closer to the black-shoe Taoist before he spoke slowly, "Fellow Taoist, your swordsmanship is great. No wonder even Kuang Liuting praised you so much."

The Taoist priest Heishi was also surprised and said calmly, "It's not as good as the senior's true method."

Xue Wu didn't notice anything strange and smiled: "I waited until you had shown off enough power before I came out. I gave you face. Now it's your turn to give me face. Just leave and I won't kill you."

The Taoist in Black Shoes did not answer, but his spiritual sense quietly probed towards Wu Cangyun behind him.

This did not escape the attention of Xue Wu in front of him. At this time, the old cultivator smiled even more and uttered two words in a gentle voice: "Seeking death."

"This old guy was guarding here and came here specifically to kill me?!" This thought suddenly came to the mind of the Taoist Heilu. When he heard the sword in his hand shake, the fear that instinctively arose in his heart disappeared.

A huge change suddenly occurred in the field. At this time, there was no female cultivator without clothes to suppress Nanny Sun, so she only had to fight a mid-stage cultivator of Hongyi Sect alone, and the pressure was greatly reduced.

In order to survive, Mo Wen showed no mercy to the only low-grade second-level puppet left in his hand, and rushed and attacked the remaining mid-stage cultivator of Hongyi Sect. In a short period of time, his momentum even overshadowed the cultivator. In addition, Jiang Qing's occasional cold sword attacks were also effective.

The rough-bearded foundation-building warrior in front of the headmaster Kang Dabao had not known that he was infected with the poison of the third-level cloud python, and he only suppressed the wound hastily. This time, seeing the arrival of the fake Dan, in order to show off, he continued to enter the arena and fight with the short-collared foundation-building warrior Kang Dabao.

After all, the tip of the Mo Yuan Flag had only been immersed in the third-order cloud python for a year, and did not contain the poison glands and essence of the python. For a cultivator who was building a foundation, it would be difficult to kill him with one blow.

Under normal circumstances, it is possible that the rough beard foundation building could hold out for a long time. But now that Kang Dabao saw that the black shoe Taoist was at a disadvantage in the fight against the fake pill, he couldn't help but get anxious. He attacked with all his might, and the rough beard foundation building suffered the consequences.

Just a moment of carelessness, the spiritual power used by Cuo Ran to build his foundation and wrap up the python poison revealed a slight gap. The python poison did not waste the opportunity and spread from the wound on his chest to his meridians until it penetrated into his dantian.

It didn't take long for the thick-bearded foundation-building man, whose face was originally black, to turn charcoal all over his body. He was still feeling fine the moment before, but a moment later, his eyes went black and he fell to the ground.

"Puff puff puff" the bearded man who fell to the ground looked like a coarse cloth bag with countless holes, black blood oozing out from his seven orifices to his anger.

After just a few breaths, the bearded man, who was lying in a pool of black blood, stopped breathing.

Duanjin Zhuji was frightened by this change, and his pupils trembled. He was in close combat with Kang Dabao with knives, so he immediately dropped the two knives in his hands and retreated several feet before he stabilized his body. He changed his hand gestures several times, controlled the flying knives to form a formation through the air, and fought with Master Kang from a distance.

Although the Black-Shoe Taoist was more difficult to deal with than Xue Wu had imagined, he still had the absolute upper hand. He could see clearly that the previous winning streak of the Hongyi Sect disciples had been reversed.

Apart from the snow-white clothed female cultivator who could no longer fight and did not appear on the scene, even Wu Cangyun and Xiaoyan, two seriously injured people, had returned to the battlefield.

Although Xue Wu felt a little embarrassed, he was still confident: "Once we kill the Taoist priest Black Shoes, the rest of them will be nothing but a landslide."

However, he and the Taoist Black Shoes did not know that there were many important figures outside, all of whom had their eyes on this small battlefield.

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