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Chapter 161 A thousand years ago there was Fang Qingting, a thousand years later there is Jiangchuan
"Master, is that Danfeng Mountain?"

Tang Jinhuan, carrying a purple alchemy furnace on his shoulder, stood on auspicious clouds and looked into the distance.

It was autumn at the time, and the red leaves on Danfeng Mountain were like fire. From a distance, they looked like a red sword piercing the sky, adding a sense of solemnity.

Danfeng Mountain was surrounded by numerous cultivators and was completely blocked from getting in or out.

Shi Yixue, who was wearing a bright red long dress that dragged on the ground, nodded slightly and glanced at the many cultivators around Danfeng Mountain.

"Blood Sea Demon Sect, Yellow Spring Demon Sect, Ten Thousand Wood Dao Palace, East Pole Sect, Void Bright Immortal Sect, Nine Skies Palace, Seven Killing Demon Sect, huh? Even people from Taisu Immortal Palace are here."

A hint of surprise flashed across Shi Yixue's eyes: "This is the only thing that has happened to the True Immortal Cave Mansion!"

"Fellow Daoist Jiang is a peerless genius, possessing the potential to become an Immortal King, and has inherited the legacy of the Dark Yu Demon Lord."

Tang Jinhuan spoke with envy in her eyes, "As long as he doesn't die, he will definitely become an immortal in the future. Who would want to miss the battle that will see the rise of a True Immortal or even an Immortal King?"

If Mu Bingyun and Nangong Chang had a duel, this Danfeng Mountain duel would have become famous in the Qingyuan Realm.

Then Jiang Chuan made a bold statement that he would first defeat Nangong Chang and then defeat Mu Bingyun, which would bring this Danfeng Mountain Sword Contest to a climax.

Many cultivators, including Shi Yixiu and Tang Jinhuan, wanted to know whether Jiang Chuan could really defeat two geniuses, just like Fang Qingting a thousand years ago, who made rapid progress after defeating Wu Jianqing and became a tenth-level virtual immortal, the number one master of the outside world.

"Today's battle will surely be recorded in history, just like the battle between Qing Ting and Wu Jianqing a thousand years ago."

At this moment a loud voice rang out.

A sword light, carrying a man in yellow and more than a dozen men and women, cut through the sky and landed beside Shi Yixue.

Shi Yixiu felt Nangong Chang standing next to Song Fengchun, emitting a mighty sword intent, and her red lips slightly opened.

"Fellow Daoist Song, it seems Nangong Chang has gained a lot from this retreat."

"In order to fight with Fellow Daoist Jiang, I entered the Sword Heart Purgatory."

Nangong Chang, who was wearing a gray Taoist robe, had his eyes flickering when he talked about Sword Heart Purgatory, and he couldn't help but tighten the green bamboo scabbard in his hand.

Shi Yixue was shocked. "Fellow Daoist Song, why would Taoist Cangyan agree to Nangong Chang entering the Sword Heart Purgatory? Isn't he afraid that Nangong Chang will die?"

Sword Heart Purgatory is a special place built by Taoist Qingyu, the founder of the Yuhua Immortal Sect.

Before passing away, the elders and leaders of the Yuhua Immortal Sect would inject the memory of the most unforgettable defeat in their lives into their bodies.

Under the might of Sword Heart Purgatory, the great enemies of these elders and masters will reappear.

You should know that the Yuhua Immortal Sect has stood in the Qingyuan Realm for hundreds of thousands of years, and has produced several cultivators of the Ten Realms.

How terrifying must the person be who can inflict defeat on such a cultivator?
In the history of the Yuhua Immortal Sect, there are no less than a hundred talented people who died in the Sword Heart Purgatory!

"You can't raise a sword immortal in a greenhouse."

Song Fengchun smiled and said, "Jiang Chuan is very strong, but if we are just discussing swords and competing in swordsmanship, he may become a stepping stone for my Yuhua Xianzong disciples!"

While Shi Yixue, Song Fengchun and others were talking, they had already flown to the front of Danfeng Mountain.

"Nangong Chang is here."

Meng Luoshu, the first true disciple of Taisu Fairy Palace, with her face covered with a veil, stood on the auspicious clouds.

Beside her, an old woman with silver hair and a dragon-headed cane in her hand spoke slowly.

"Jiang Chuan was able to defeat Wan Shanhe, who was born with an immortal destiny, in the underground abyss. Defeating Nangong Chang and Mu Bingyun should not be a problem. But in terms of swordsmanship alone, Jiang Chuan may not be able to defeat them."

Meng Luoshu nodded gently. "Elder Zhu Qiu, although I didn't see Jiang Chuan's battle in the underground abyss with my own eyes, I have heard about it from the Deputy Palace Master. Jiang Chuan is not even old enough to come of age yet, but he has already cultivated so many magical powers from the scriptures left behind by the True Immortals and Heavenly Demons."

"If his swordsmanship is also stronger than Nangong Chang and Mu Bingyun, then his talent is probably truly unprecedented!"

Elder Zhu Qiu tightly grasped the dragon-headed cane in his hand and looked at Nangong Chang who had landed in front of Danfeng Mountain. A gleam of light flashed in his cloudy eyes.

"If Jiang Chuan can really win, his talent is probably even stronger than that of the founder, Fairy Tai Su. However, it is strange that no one from Bodhi Temple came today when Jiang Chuan was facing Nangong Chang and Mu Bingyun?"

"Roar!"

A deafening roar interrupted the communication between Meng Luoshu and Elder Zhu Qiu.

Meng Luoshu looked in the direction of the sound and saw a Qilin beast pulling a carriage heading towards Danfeng Mountain.

The Qilin beast is a descendant of the Qilin. It looks like a tiger, has two horns on its head, and is covered with red scales.

The carriage was made of the spiritual wood ice silver pine from the far north. It was silver-white all over, as if it was cast from molten silver.

Two huge dragon beads, like ordinary ornaments, were hung on both sides of the carriage door.

Behind the carriage, there were hundreds of Jiuyuan Imperial Guards wearing black armor and carrying longbows.

"If I remember correctly, the only person in the Jiuyuan Imperial Capital who can use a Qilin to pull a carriage is Li Yuejiao, the eldest princess of the Jiuyuan Dynasty."

Wearing a white jade crown and holding a folding fan, the first true disciple of Dongji Sect came to the east with a playful smile.

"Fellow Daoist Jiang is no longer a disciple of Bodhi Temple. Li Yuejiao dared to show up at Danfeng Mountain with such fanfare. Isn't she afraid that Fellow Daoist Jiang will send her to hell with a single blow?"

After Li Yuejiao arrived, the Jiuyuan Dynasty's third prince Li Kaitai, tenth prince Li Yuchuan, Yunkang Princess Zhao Danqin and other princes, princesses and daughters also rushed to Danfeng Mountain one after another.

Zheng!
The clanging sound of swords rang out.

A ray of azure sword light landed in front of Danfeng Mountain and transformed into a middle-aged man in a yellow robe.

The middle-aged man had a square face, black hair casually draped over his shoulders, and held a sword with a pinewood scabbard. He looked no different from any ordinary knight-errant in the market.

The moment they saw the man, Shi Yixiu, Song Fengchun, Zhu Qiu and other elders from various major forces all looked surprised.

Young monks such as Xiang Donglai and Meng Luoshu all saluted.

"Meet Senior Cheng Ye (Palace Master)."

"Even the Deputy Palace Master of the Sword Palace is here!"

Zhao Danqin stood in front of the carriage, looking up at the sky with surprise in her eyes. Jiang Chao and other cultivators beside her also showed surprise.

The current Palace Master of the Sword Palace is the number one master of the external sect, Fang Qingting, a tenth-level virtual immortal.

But Fang Qingting often stayed in seclusion, hoping to break through the eleventh realm and become a sword immortal.

The Sword Palace is actually managed by the deputy palace master Cheng Ye.

The arrival of the leader of a powerful force in the Qingyuan Realm was like a bolt from the blue to Zhao Danqin and other cultivators!
"It's almost time."

Nangong Chang glanced at the pavilion halfway up the mountain and began to climb Danfeng Mountain.

He took a step forward, and the sword intent in his body rose.

With every step he took, the sword intent in him grew stronger.

"Nangong Chang is gathering momentum."

Meng Luoshu's eyes flickered: "He is gathering strength ahead of time. It seems that he can swing a sword that will shock the world, but in fact, he has already lacked the confidence to defeat Jiang Chuan. Otherwise, why would he gather strength in advance?"

"It seems that the battle in the underground abyss left a very deep impression on Nangong Chang by Brother Jiang."

Accompanied by a warm voice.

A woman wearing a long dress with flowers flew to Meng Luoshu's side.

The woman had bright eyes, white teeth, a slender figure, and fair, crystal-clear skin, as if carved from fine mutton-fat jade.

Her black hair fell to her waist like silk, with a green jade phoenix hairpin inserted in it.

In the sunlight, the phoenix hairpin gleamed with green light, making her already bright and charming face even more beautiful.

Meng Luoshu said in surprise: "Shuiyue, you are here too."

The woman was none other than Nangong Shuiyue, the first true disciple of Wanmu Taoist Palace.

"The Nine Abyss Prison is about to open, and Elder Yan Hongwei is waiting for Immortal Phoenix Blood to save her life. Naturally, I can't not come."

Nangong Shuiyue smiled and said, "Also, I'm very curious about how strong Fellow Daoist Jiang Chuan is, who Elder Bai praised so highly."

Zheng! Zheng!
When they reached halfway up the mountain, the long sword in Nangong Chang's hand hummed softly. At this moment, the sword intent in him had reached its peak.

Mu Bingyun, Lu Chenling, Jing Hui and Elder Jingyun, who were sitting in the pavilion, all looked at Nangong Chang and Jiang Chuan, who was holding the Shaoyin Sword in front of the pavilion.

“Let’s go together.”

Mu Bingyun stood up, his eyes flashing with fighting spirit.

She and Lu Chenling arrived at Danfeng Mountain earlier than Jiang Chuan and Jing Hui. Before Nangong Chang arrived, she wanted to fight with Jiang Chuan.

"I've never learned how to write the word 'lose'."

Jiang Chuan smiled confidently and walked towards Nangong Chang.

Nangong Chang stopped and looked at Jiang Chuan.

"Fellow Daoist Jiang, if you hadn't intervened that day in the abyss, I would have been slain by the remnant spirit of the Sun-Moon Demon King. However, in today's swordfight, I will not show mercy!"

Zheng!
As soon as he finished speaking, Nangong Chang unsheathed the sword in his hand.

The majestic sword energy is more dazzling than the sun hanging high in the sky, and it has an overbearing power that seems to suppress the world.

"The Scarlet Sky Emperor Sword! Nangong Chang has actually mastered this unparalleled magical power. I wonder how Jiang Chuan will respond?"

As Mu Bingyun was thinking, Jiang Chuan's Shaoyin Sword was also unsheathed.

One Yuan Sword Technique!

The pitch-black Shaoyin Sword in Jiangchuan's hand was filled with murderous intent and emitted a chilling chill. The pitch-black sword body was like a light of destruction flying out from the endless purgatory, making people shudder.

Boom!

Both swords were three feet long, but when they collided, it was like two thousand-foot-high peaks colliding, with a terrifying sound. The entire Danfeng Mountain was shaking.

The scattered sword energy was like a strong wind, uprooting the maple trees and blowing them away.

Nangong Chang's face changed slightly. He didn't expect that the sword he had prepared would be easily blocked by Jiang Chuan.

Jiang Chuan looked normal. The Scarlet Sky Emperor Sword was the unrivaled magical power of the Yuhua Immortal Sect, but the One Yuan Sword Art was a scripture that exhausted all the two extreme realms of the sword art. It was truly supreme.

The difference in swordsmanship was enough to wipe out the sword power that Nangong Chang had accumulated.

"Fellow Daoist Nangong, be careful!" Jiang Chuan let out a long roar and swung his sword.

Zheng! Zheng! Zheng!
The cold sword chants, like rolling waves, rang out one after another.

As Jiang Chuan swung the sword, the Shaoyin Sword in his hand turned into a dark thunder, rushing towards Nangong Chang.

"Well done!"

Nangong Chang shouted loudly, and the long sword in his hand turned into a stream of light and rushed towards Jiangchuan.

From a distance, Jiang Chuan and Nangong Chang looked like two gods wielding thunder, constantly colliding the thunder in their hands.

clang!clang!clang!
In just a few breaths, Jiang Chuan and Nangong Chang exchanged thousands of swords.

The clanging sound of the sword became the only sound between heaven and earth.

"not good!"

When the two men fought for nine thousand swords, Song Fengchun's face suddenly changed.

Shi Yixue asked curiously, "What's wrong? Isn't Nangong Chang evenly matched with Jiang Chuan?"

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