Zhu Xian: Get ten times the talent, the sword opens the gate of heaven

On Yunhai Square, an army of tens of thousands of puppets surrounded more than seven hundred Qingyun Sect members.

Each Qingyun disciple was surrounded by a dozen or so puppet cultivators attacking them, creating constant danger.

Soon, more than twenty Qingyun disciples died.

Upon seeing this, Tian Buyi frowned, took a deep breath, and shouted:
"All Qingyun disciples, listen to my command! Do not panic! Stick together, help each other, and slay the demons!"

As soon as he finished speaking, more than 700 Qingyun disciples immediately gathered together and began killing the demonic cultists opposite them.

However, the Demonic Sect had tens of thousands of cultivators, while Qingyun only had seven hundred disciples. Although they were all elites, the difference in numbers was too great.

On the Cloud Sea Square, countless magical treasures flew out, and spells and sword techniques clashed.

Several hundred cultivators from the demonic sect quickly fell.

However, a few hundred cultivators are insignificant compared to an army of tens of thousands of puppet cultivators.

On the contrary, the Qingyun Sect, with only seven hundred or so cultivators, has already lost more than thirty of them, suffering a heavy loss.

Lu Xueqi killed the approaching demonic sect member with a single sword strike, then stepped on the ground and instantly flew into the sky.

The Heavenly Sword in his hand pointed directly at Cang Jiong, his left hand forming a hand seal, and he chanted incantations, saying:
"Nine Heavens Mysterious Fiend, transformed into divine thunder, awe-inspiring heavenly might, draw it forth with the sword!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than dark clouds suddenly gathered in the sky, accompanied by lightning and thunder.

"cut!"

Lu Xueqi pointed the Tianya Divine Sword in her hand toward the demonic army below.

Suddenly, a bolt of lightning as thick as a water bucket struck down, hitting the puppet army in front of them and instantly killing more than a dozen demonic cult members.

At the same time, several bolts of lightning struck from the surrounding area, killing or severely injuring more than twenty puppet cultivators.

At this moment, the power of the Divine Sword Thunder Control Technique was exhausted, but Lu Xueqi did not fly down from the sky. Instead, she simultaneously activated the Taiji Profound Purity Path and the Great Brahma Prajna.

Amidst the burst of blue light, a giant bell, hundreds of feet tall, was formed.

The giant creature was covered with array patterns, within which mysterious golden runes rotated.

Lu Xueqi unleashed the full power of the Great Brahma Prajna Lion's Roar, gasping sharply as the already immense evil became even greater.

"Peptide!"

Lu Xueqi suddenly shouted, and a golden wave shot out from her mouth, entering the hundred-foot-tall bell in front of her.

With the blessing of the hundred-foot-tall bell, an extremely terrifying golden shockwave suddenly erupted.

Lu Xueqi had already reached the peak of the Shangqing realm, and with the Lion's Roar divine power enhanced by her hundred-foot giant bell, its power even reached the level of the initial stage of the Taiqing realm.

Moreover, it was a Taiqing Realm attack with a wide-range attack.

It must be said that Lu Xueqi truly deserves to be called a once-in-a-millennium genius. Not only is her innate talent exceptional, but her comprehension is also extraordinary.

Having obtained only two volumes of heavenly books, he combined the Taiji Xuanqing Dao and the Great Brahma Prajna to comprehend such heaven-defying supernatural powers.

"boom!"

The hundred-foot-tall bell trembled, and a terrifying golden shockwave blasted into the army of tens of thousands of puppets.

"Bang...bang...bang...bang...bang..."

One after another, explosions rang out, and the puppet cultivators were blasted apart by the golden shockwaves.

“Peptide…peptide…peptide…”

Lu Xueqi unleashed all the magic power within her body, continuously using the Lion's Roar divine power to unleash golden shockwaves, transforming into a death reaper that shattered one puppet cultivator after another.

"Bang... bang... bang..."

Within a minute or two, three thousand puppet cultivators died under Lu Xueqi's enhanced Lion's Roar divine power.

However, at this moment, Lu Xueqi's magical power was completely exhausted, the giant bell disappeared, and she could no longer maintain her flight, plummeting downwards. Seeing this, the Poison God immediately flew towards Lu Xueqi as she fell from the sky.

Upon seeing this, Master Shuiyue immediately flew towards Lu Xueqi, catching her in his arms before facing the Poison God with his sword.

"Drink!" The Poison God roared, unleashing his full power of poisonous skills as he struck down at Master Shuiyue with a palm strike.

As Shuiyue Zhenren felt the terrifying palm strike from the Poison God, he immediately swung his sword in a slash.

"boom!"

With a muffled thud, the Poison God's palm, shrouded in black mist, struck the immortal sword. Water Moon Immortal felt a powerful force surge through her, causing her entire arm to throb with pain and go numbness, and her hand gripping the sword trembled violently.

His entire body shuddered violently.

Poison God gained the upper hand with his first strike, knowing that another palm strike would severely injure or even kill Master Shuiyue.

So he once again activated his internal poison technique and struck at the immense evil of Master Shuiyue.

At this moment, Master Shuiyue's hand holding the sword was trembling, and the magical power within his body was in disarray due to the blow from the Poison God.

At this moment, she absolutely could not withstand the Poison God's palm strike.

After all, the Poison God is the oldest senior member of the current Demonic Sect, a giant of the same era as Tian Chengzi, the previous leader of the Qingyun Sect.

However, even knowing she was no match, Master Shuiyue still held Lu Xueqi, whom she regarded as her own daughter, in one arm and stabbed the Poison God fiercely with her sword in the other.

"boom!"

With a single palm strike, the Poison God knocked the immortal sword from the hand of Master Shuiyue, and the palm, still radiating poisonous light, continued its momentum as it struck Master Shuiyue's chest.

Seeing the palm strike so close at hand, Master Shuiyue knew he couldn't block it. He glanced at Lu Xueqi, who was holding him in front of him, and suddenly shifted his body to the side, avoiding Lu Xueqi in preparation for blocking the palm strike.

Suddenly, a sword light descended from the sky.

"Ah... my hand!"

A flash of sword light, and a blood-stained hand fell downwards.

The Poison God, his hands now severed, stared in terror at the person who had appeared before him.

Dressed in white, tall and slender, with a ghost-face mask covering his face, he looked like a sharp sword.

Between the two fingers of that right hand, a sword aura flashed with a terrifying blue light, and the sword intent soared into the sky...

The Poison God looked at the person before him and felt an overwhelming sense of familiarity. Suddenly, his face paled in horror, and he exclaimed in shock:
"Wan...you are Wan Jianyi! You're still alive!"

The Poison God finally understood why the person before him was so formidable and possessed such boundless sword intent; he was clearly the number one swordsman from three hundred years ago... Wan Jianyi.

Although the other party was wearing a ghost mask, Wan Jianyi's amazing talent and invincible swordsmanship back then were still fresh in his memory, even after three hundred years.

Suddenly, the Poison God thought of Zhang Xiaofan, who had possessed astonishing swordsmanship since his debut, just like Wan Jianyi back then.

Looking back now, only Wan Jianyi could have taught such a brilliant disciple as Zhang Xiaofan, and could have instilled in Zhang Xiaofan such mastery of swordsmanship.

Thinking of this, the Poison God exclaimed in horror:

"No wonder, I was wondering why Zhang Xiaofan's swordsmanship was so amazing, it turns out you taught him in secret."

"Hehe..." Wan Jianyi chuckled twice, his sword energy between his two fingers pointing directly at the Poison God, and he shouted sharply:

"You escaped three hundred years ago, but if you dare to attack my Qingyun Mountain again today, you will surely die!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than Wan Jianyi shouted sharply:
"cut!"

A burst of azure light emanated from between his two fingers, and his sword intent soared into the sky, carrying an indomitable momentum as he instantly slashed towards the Poison God.

(End of this chapter)