Hunyuan Immortal Sect

Chapter 25 Taking orders in times of danger
This turned out to be a great-level golden shield technique with eleven points of defense power, which Song Xian found very difficult to deal with.

Previously, his sword light and fireball technique clashed, and his attack power was greatly reduced, leaving only six points of attack power, which was not enough to break the opponent's golden shield.

Unless he continued to pour spiritual power into the Youlong Sword, there would only be thirteen points of spiritual power left in his body.

It took three points of spiritual power to use the Earth Shield Talisman, five points of spiritual power to urge the Wandering Dragon Sword to break through the five layers of restrictions, and to condense the sword energy.

The remaining spiritual power of the fat-headed and big-eared man is enough to use the Golden Shield Technique again. Unless he competes with the opponent in spiritual power to the end, he will have a chance to kill the opponent.

But in this chaotic situation, it would be extremely dangerous if one's spiritual power ran out.

Thinking of this, he suddenly had an idea. He no longer cared about the fat man with big ears, but drove the sword light condensed by the Youlong Sword to attack the thin man with a mustache on the left.

As long as he doesn't attack the golden shield, the opponent's magic will be equivalent to wasting six points of spiritual power.

The thin man with a mustache saw the sword light turning to attack him, his face changed. He had just condensed a golden spear technique and was about to break through the earth shield in one go, but he didn't expect the sword light to come towards him.

So he quickly controlled the golden spear and faced the sword light.

The two collided, making a sound of metal clashing with stone. The golden light and the red light were in a stalemate, and for a moment they were evenly matched.

At this time, the fat man also felt caught in a dilemma and stood there awkwardly.

The Golden Shield Technique is the most powerful defensive method among the techniques he has mastered, but the opponent did not attack him, so he could only stare blankly.

At this time, more than half of the spiritual power in his body had been consumed, and the remaining spiritual power was only enough to cast one more spell.

While he was hesitating, the sword light had already shattered the golden spear wielded by his companion.

Seeing this, the fat man no longer hesitated. He clasped his hands together, and the spiritual power in his body flowed. A two-foot-long wooden spike condensed in front of him and shot towards Song Xian.

This is a low-level wood-attribute technique, the Wood Thorn Technique, which has also been cultivated to an advanced stage.

The reason why he chose the wood thorn attack was because Song Xian used an earth-attribute defense talisman, and wood overcomes earth, so it can be more effective.

Seeing the wooden talisman coming towards him, Song Xian knew that he could not resist it with the damaged earth shield talisman, so he took out a golden talisman in his hand and condensed it into a golden light shield around his body.

This is the gold shield talisman, and gold overcomes wood.

The fat-headed and big-eared man saw him take out another talisman from his sleeve, and he was angry and anxious. He had practiced for many years but was still penniless, and all the spirit stones he earned were invested in practice.

Despite his young age, he not only possessed a mid-grade flying sword, but also carried talismans that he took out one after another as if they were free.

A talisman of this level would cost at least fifteen spirit stones if it were put on the market.

He had been hanging around the market for many years, and whenever he saw talismans being sold on the roadside, he was very tempted, but he was reluctant to spend the money.

Seeing a young man so wealthy, how could he not be jealous and go crazy.

After the red sword light shattered the golden spear, the thin man with a mustache changed color, and he quickly flew backwards. He put his hands together, and as his spiritual power surged, an earth wall condensed.

The red sword light slashed at the earth wall, causing it to shake slightly. At this time, the sword light was very weak and it looked like it would collapse at any time.

The spiritual power in Song Xian's body flowed and poured into the Youlong Sword in his hand, and a sword light shot out to attack the earth wall.

At this time, the wooden spikes cast by the fat man were close to him. The yellow earth cover quickly disappeared into nothingness under the attack of the wooden spikes. The wooden spikes broke through the earth cover talisman, but encountered the obstruction of the inner gold cover talisman. After a short stalemate, it broke into pieces.

Almost at the same time as the wooden spikes shattered, a scream was heard, and the sword light had already broken through the earth wall defense and passed through the body of the thin man with a mustache.

The man let out a painful cry, his body slowly fell to the ground, and blood immediately flowed all over the ground.

Song Xian pulled out the black banner hanging on his back, and saw a beam of blood shooting out from the banner, like a long blood-sucking worm, drilling into the thin man's body.

The black flag sucks the blood and flesh of its prey, but it must do so before the prey is completely dead, otherwise it will be ineffective.

When the fat man saw his companion die tragically under the sword, his face suddenly changed, showing horror, and he turned around and fled backwards.

Song Xian knew that the other party's spiritual power had run out and only three points of spiritual power were left, so he would not let the other party go like this. So he followed him and controlled the sword light to cut him.

Seeing that he refused to let go, the obese man's eyes flashed with pain. He pulled out a gray talisman, which shone brightly and enveloped him. In an instant, the man seemed to have grown two extra legs and ran away.

Seeing that the other party had run far away, Song Xian stopped chasing him. He didn't want to waste his spiritual energy chasing a pauper who had already escaped.

After the blood penetrated into the body of the tall and thin man with a mustache, his flesh and blood disappeared bit by bit, and slowly only a pile of bones and a set of clothes were left.

A flash of blood appeared inside it, and then it returned to the black banner.

Song Xian turned his head and saw that Zhang Ningyuan was still fighting with the fifth-level Qi Refining cultivator in the distance. Although he had the upper hand, he failed to win completely.

Zhang Yi, fighting one against two, had actually killed the man at the fourth level of Qi Refining, and was now fighting a fierce battle with the cultivator at the sixth level of Qi Refining.

Song Xian wanted to go up and help, but his spiritual power was already exhausted. If he was caught up in their fight, a spell from the other side might cost him his life.

Thinking of this, he no longer hesitated and headed towards the direction the fat man fled. Before he could reach the distance of an arrow, he suddenly heard a loud whistle.

When the bandit monks who were fighting with the Qingyun Sect heard the sound, they panicked and left their opponents and fled backwards.

There was chaos for a while, and the people in Qingyun Sect didn't know what was going on. Seeing that the other party had retreated, they didn't pursue them anymore.

Soon, those monks from Sheshan Sect dispersed.

Seeing the Sheshan faction's bandits fleeing, Song Xian returned to his original place and reunited with Zhang Yi and Zhang Ningyuan.

After a fierce battle between the three, the spiritual energy in their bodies was excessively depleted. They all looked pale and slightly breathless.

"What happened? Why did the Sheshan gang retreat in such a hurry?" Zhang Yi asked with a frown.

"Let's go and take a look over there." Zhang Ningyuan looked towards the temple entrance in the distance, but saw that all the people who had scattered from the Qingyun Sect were gathering there, and they were standing there for no one knew what they were doing.

When the three of them reached the temple entrance, they saw Zhang Hunyuan lying on the ground, covered in blood, dying.

"Hunyuan, Hunyuan, hold on." Zhong Wenyuan held his head and shouted loudly.

When everyone saw this, they all looked sad, and some even shed tears silently.

Over the past few months, we have been eating and living together, spending every day together, just like brothers.

Originally, everyone had forgotten about leaving Qingyun Sect and even had some aspirations to go to the Western Frontier. Unexpectedly, they were robbed and killed by Sheshan bandits here.

Zhang Hunyuan is the backbone of the group. Now seeing that their chances of survival are fading, everyone is naturally sad.

At this moment, Zhang Hunyuan's originally cloudy eyes suddenly became clear.

"Hunyuan, Master, Master..."

Everyone was overjoyed to see the light in his eyes.

Zhang Hunyuan glanced at the people around him, looked at Zhong Wenyuan, then at Lin Zixiang, and finally fixed his gaze on Song Xian.

"I...I declare that the position of the headmaster will be inherited by Junior Brother Song Xian." Zhang Hunyuan said with difficulty, his breath almost exhausted.

Hearing this, Song Xian was stunned. He never expected that after Zhang Hunyuan woke up, the first thing he said was to pass the position of the headmaster to him. He was at a loss for a moment and opened his mouth in amazement.

"Song...Junior Brother Song."

Zhang Hunyuan slowly raised his hand and stretched it out towards him. Song Xian then came to his senses and quickly reached out to hold his blood-stained hand.

"Go... go... to the western... border. Don't... don't... let... let the Qingyun Sect... disband." After saying that, his head tilted and he immediately stopped breathing.

It turns out that what happened just now was just a flash of light.

"Hunyuan, Hunyuan." Zhong Wenyuan hugged him and cried out loudly. Although the two were of different generations and were called uncle and nephew, they were actually almost the same age. They grew up together and had a deep relationship, just like brothers.

Song Xian stared at Zhang Hunyuan blankly, his mind still in a mess.

(End of this chapter)