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

The Poison God stared at the sword radiating a brilliant blue light, feeling the soaring sword intent locking onto him, and was filled with extreme terror.

He exclaimed in horror:
"Half...half-step Taiqing, I never imagined you had actually reached half-step Taiqing!"

As he spoke, he, who had no hands, activated his poison skills, which were already running at their maximum.

On its body, billowing black energy condensed into a giant venomous snake, baring its fangs and claws as it bit down at the sword energy.

At this moment, this enormous venomous snake, driven by the desperate thoughts of the Poison God, was activated by the secretary and possessed immense power.

"puff!"

With a flash of sword energy, the venomous snake, possessing immense power, was cleaved in two.

Immediately afterwards, the sword energy carrying boundless sword intent rapidly magnified in the air above the Poison God's terrified eyes, slashing down from above his head.

"puff!"

A crisp sound rang out, the sword energy in Wan Jianyi's hand disappeared, and then he turned around, his back to the Poison God.

This moment exudes sophistication!

The number one show-off, truly deserving of the title!

The Poison God stared in horror at the figure before him, which resembled a celestial sword. Blood welled in his eyes, blurring his vision, which was then filled with a crimson light.

The body flying in the air suddenly split open. Blood flowed from the opening, and the body was split in two.

The oldest and most powerful figure in the Demonic Sect, the Poison God who had dominated both the righteous and demonic paths for hundreds of years, fell downwards with a heart full of fear and resentment.

Wan Jianyi stood in the air, his white robes fluttering, the sword energy between his two fingers disappearing, his hands behind his back, his black hair dancing in the air, like a peerless immortal sword, standing proudly in the high sky.

Wan Jianyi stared at Shuiyue Zhenren, who had already turned around, his face behind the mask bearing a charming and handsome smile, and said:
"Junior Sister Shuiyue, wasn't my sword strike cool?"

Master Shuiyue rolled her eyes at Wan Jianyi and said coldly:
"Handsome my foot, he's nowhere near as good as Zhang Xiaofan."

"Also, can you stop showing off? You just made a sword strike and then turned around so nonchalantly. Aren't you afraid that the Poison God might still be alive and stab you through the back with his sword?"

Zhang Xiaofan shook his head, and his magnetic voice rang out:

"Impossible, I have great confidence in myself."

"Confidence my ass!" Master Shuiyue frowned and said.
"Back in the wilderness, who was it that casually unveiled the veil of the Ghost King Sect's Holy Envoy, Zhuque, and then arrogantly stared at Zhuque's beautiful face?"

"As a result, his arm was severed by someone else's sword."

"Uh..." Wan Jianyi paused, his face stiffening, and he said embarrassedly:
“Junior Sister Shuiyue, why do you always remember these old stories and insist on bringing them up again?”

At this moment, Lu Xueqi, who was in Shuiyue Zhenren's arms, said:
"Master, I have regained some of my magical power, please put me down."

Master Shuiyue carefully examined Lu Xueqi before letting go.

As soon as she let go, Lu Xueqi's body trembled, but she quickly regained her balance.

Having exhausted her magical power, Lu Xueqi was pale and her body was convulsing.

At this moment, he had only recovered a tiny bit of his magic power, enough to barely keep his flight steady.

This was because she had studied two volumes of celestial scriptures and the supreme Buddhist technique, Great Brahma Prajna, which focused on restoring magical power and strengthening the physical body.

Otherwise, given how Lu Xueqi had used up all her magical power, she would already be convulsing and unable to stand, and it would take her several days to recover.

Lu Xueqi stood shakily in the air, watching the fierce battle raging below. Her gaze drifted to the distant sky, and she murmured:

"Xiao Fan, when will you return? Qingyun Sect needs you, and I need you too!"

"I want to lean on your shoulder!" However, Lu Xueqi only murmured these words before her eyes sharpened, her gaze turning icy as she stared at the puppet army below. With trembling hands, she gripped the Tianya Divine Sword and charged downwards.

Wan Jianyi looked at Lu Xueqi and praised, "Junior Sister Shuiyue, the disciple you taught is perfect. No wonder Zhang Xiaofan always talks about her and keeps saying that Lu Xueqi is his first wife and no one can replace her."

"Alas!" Master Shuiyue sighed, looking at Lu Xueqi, and said:
"Sometimes, I wish she were a little more selfish and thought more about herself. But she has a strong sense of righteousness in her heart, and her heart is firm and unwavering."

Wan Jian nodded, and the next moment, sword energy reappeared between his two fingers, his killing intent chilling as he said:

"Junior sister, come with me to slay demons and monsters!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Wan Jianyi leaped forward and charged into the puppet army.

Master Shuiyue followed closely behind, her gaze fixed on Wan Jianyi's figure ahead, her expression complex.

Senior Brother Wan, three hundred years ago, you led us junior brothers and sisters with only your sword, killing so many people in the Demonic Sect that they were terrified, and even reaching the Demonic Sect's sacred land, the Wilderness Temple.

But three hundred years later, the world has changed, and you are no longer able to live.

This great battle also involves the Asura Demon King, whose terrifying power is beyond our ability to contend with.

At this moment, all seven hundred disciples of Qingyun Sect will die at the hands of the Asura Ghost King. The Qingyun Sect will also be destroyed by the Asura Ghost King today.

Now, apart from Zhang Xiaofan, no one can contend with that terrifying Asura Ghost King.

Master Shuiyue killed a puppet cultivator beside him with a single sword strike, then looked into the distance...

An aura capable of destroying the heavens and the earth rose up, and the enormous Heavenly Fiend King flew over and landed on the Cloud Sea Plaza.

Above the head of the Heavenly Fiend King, the Ghost King, who had merged with the Dragon-Subduing Cauldron, was staring greedily and bloodthirstyly at the Qingyun group.

That gaze, besides being filled with greed and bloodlust, also held a mocking tone, as if watching a monkey show.

Seeing this, Master Shuiyue knew that the Ghost King had not yet made a move, probably because he wanted to see his puppet army fight against the people of Qingyun.

Then, watching them fight desperately for the sake of Qingyun Sect and for survival, and seeing their expressions of despair.

At this moment, after more than ten minutes of fierce fighting...

In particular, Lu Xueqi's Lion's Roar technique directly wiped out three thousand puppet soldiers, and then, with the fierce fighting of more than seven hundred Qingyun disciples, it was devastating.

At this moment, of the tens of thousands of puppet cultivators, only six thousand remained.

However, the Qingyun Sect also suffered heavy casualties, losing more than a hundred disciples and now only having about six hundred disciples left.

Moreover, these six hundred disciples, having fought to the death with the puppet cultivator army with all their might and unleashing their full power, were mostly exhausted at this moment, their hands trembling as they gripped their swords.

Tian Buyi's immortal sword was covered in blood, making it look like a blood-stained sword.

And that green robe was now completely covered in blood, turning into a crimson robe.

That was the blood splattered from his battles against too many puppet cultivators, and of course, some of his own blood as well.

The amber and crimson light surrounding Tian Ling'er began to dim as she fought fiercely against three or four demonic cult members around her.

At this moment, Tian Ling'er felt completely exhausted, and her hands felt heavy and unbearable.

This was only because Tian Buyi and Su Ru protected her; otherwise, she would have been killed by the surrounding demonic cult members long ago.

Tian Ling'er looked at the endless stream of demonic cult members around her, the army of ordinary puppets pouring in from outside the Cloud Sea Square, and the Asura Ghost King flying high in the sky, looking down at them with amusement. Her despair reached its peak.

Xiao Fan!

Senior sister can't hold on any longer, where are you? Senior sister wants to see you one last time before she dies!
(End of this chapter)