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Rainy Day shook his head helplessly.

Chapter 123: The Terrifying Immortal-Demon Style Crushing Mo Yi

A month later, the three women sitting in the small boat finally saw the small island land not far ahead.

On a rainy day, he stood at the bow of the boat, holding a pole.

His gaze was as sharp as an eagle's as he drew the Demon Sword from his waist, its blade gleaming faintly, revealing the ultimate power contained within.

"My ladies, today I will show you what true swordsmanship is."

After finishing his speech, Yu Tian began to practice his swordsmanship on the small boat. As he moved his sword, the sea breeze became the driving force, propelling the boat slowly towards Penglai Island.

We had only just approached Penglai Island.

Huge waves surged on the sea surface.

A surge of array energy rose up around them, isolating the four of them outside the Penglai Sea.

His eyes flashed with a cold, eerie light in the rain.

He brandished the Demon Sword, and instantly an extreme chill emanated from it.

The sea area was instantly frozen over.

"Walk."

With a soft shout, Yu Tian and his companions quickly stepped onto the ice, passed through the formation, and headed towards Penglai Immortal Island.

The moment the four of them stepped onto Penglai Island, it was as if they had entered a magnificent fairyland.

The island is picturesque, with verdant mountains surrounding the lake. The lake water is crystal clear, like a mirror, reflecting the ethereal clouds and colorful flowers.

The surrounding area is lush with flowers and trees, with exotic flowers and rare herbs blooming in competition, and a faint fragrance permeates the air, making people feel intoxicated.

But before the four of them could even recover from the mesmerizing scenery...

A cold shout came from afar.

"Who dares to trespass on my Penglai Immortal Island?"

Rainy day, I instinctively looked toward the source of the sound.

A man dressed in white flew in from afar. He was extremely handsome, with skin as smooth as cream and a face as white as jade.

A long wind blows, as if an immortal has descended to earth.

Before Yu Tian could even greet him, Mo Yi unleashed a burst of sword energy directly at him.

He frowned slightly on the rainy day, his figure flashing.

The look in his eyes as he gazed at Mo Yi was filled with a sense of transgression.

"There is a fairy mountain overseas, its name is Penglai."

"Penglai was seen, but the immortals did not."

His face, clouded by the rain, was as cold and clear as a snowy winter landscape, while his eyes burned with fierce fighting spirit.

He took out two swords from his waist, one in each hand.

He held the Ghost Demon Sword in his left hand. The sword was as black as ink, and its light shimmered with a cold radiance in the air, as if it had been summoned from the depths of the underworld.

He held the Blazing Immortal Sword in his right hand. The Blazing Immortal Sword was as red as fire, and the flames flowing on the blade were like blazing flames, with dazzling light.

He wielded two swords in the rain, moving with agility and speed. With light steps, his figure drifted through the air like a phantom, alternating between the Nether Demon Sword and the Blazing Immortal Sword, their sword lights intertwining to form a complex sword formation.

Each swing stirred up a storm; the dark aura of the Demon Sword gathered around, while the flames of the Blazing Immortal Sword danced like fiery serpents. Sword light and flames intertwined.

Each sword flash produced a hissing sound as it passed through the air, as if tearing the surrounding air apart.

In the rain, his sword strikes were like a rainbow, seemingly invincible. In his hands, the Demon Sword and the Blazing Immortal Sword formed a delicate balance, capable of guiding the chill of darkness while unleashing blazing flames.

With each swing of the sword, the chilling aura of the Netherworld Sword and the blazing flames of the Blazing Immortal Sword mingled, creating a powerful impact that shattered and sent flying the surrounding trees and rocks.

Mo Yi was dressed in a white robe, and the Tai'a sword in his hand shone brightly, its light as dazzling as a rainbow.

He circulated his internal energy, mobilizing all the elemental power of Penglai Immortal Mountain.

The Tai'a sword danced in his hand, its light bringing with it gusts of wind that dispersed the clouds and mist, revealing the azure sky.

As he unleashed his swordplay, the wind and clouds of Penglai Immortal Mountain changed accordingly, and even the lightning in the clouds appeared and disappeared under the light of his sword.

Mo Yi held the Tai'a sword, its light drawing brilliant streaks in the air, its momentum like a rainbow, directly confronting the sword formation in the rain.

With each strike of the sword light, the rocks of Mount Penglai shattered, and the spiritual energy at the summit surged rapidly under the impact of the sword light.

The sword lights intertwined, like dazzling shooting stars twinkling in the night sky.

The extreme cold of the Demon Sword, the flames of the Blazing Immortal Sword, and the light of the Tai'a Sword, combined with the forces of nature, created a magnificent yet terrifying battle of light and shadow.

Holding the Demon Sword and the Blazing Immortal Sword in the rain, his face was filled with a mad expression. How many years had it been since he had fought so exhilaratingly?

Although he had suppressed his strength to the Earth Immortal Realm, he was still an extremely powerful being within that realm.

"Come again々々."

Rainy Day's eyes gradually began to turn white, a sign that he was about to enter the state of immortality.

Mo Yi frowned, feeling immense pressure from the strength of the uninvited guest before him.

From birth, he was a prodigy. He entered the Realm of Freedom at the age of nine, and now, at around sixty years old, he has achieved the pinnacle of Earth Immortal.

But the pressure from the person in front of him was greater than all the pressure he had experienced in the past sixty years combined.

On the rainy day, he gripped the Demon Sword and the Blazing Immortal Sword tightly in both hands, and the spiritual energy around his body began to swirl violently, forming a dazzling halo.

Immediately afterwards, his sword aura suddenly surged, as if transforming into thousands of sword lights. He slightly raised his heels, gathered power in his sword aura, and his entire body's energy exploded instantly.

"Immortal Demon Style".

With a soft shout on a rainy day.

The Demon Sword and the Blazing Immortal Sword danced alternately, their sword light transforming into two enormous pillars of light in the air, one black and one red, heading straight for Mo Yi.

The dark, ghostly sword light was like a demonic shadow in the abyss, carrying endless chill; the flames of the Blazing Immortal Sword were like heavenly fire burning a city, a raging inferno that was intensely hot.

Immediately afterwards, the Demon Sword in Yu Tian's hand drew a huge black arc, as if tearing apart the barrier of space.

The Demon-Slaying Sword's power tore through the void, and the dark aura formed a black hole in the air, swallowing all light.

A phantom of a demonic dragon faintly appeared in the black sword light, roaring as it charged towards Mo Yi.

Meanwhile, Yu Tian raised the Blazing Immortal Sword in his right hand high, and flames surged on the sword, transforming into a golden fire dragon.

A fire dragon soared into the sky, dancing wildly with raging flames, like a true dragon emerging from the sea, roaring as it pounced on Mo Yi.

The golden dragon's body tumbled in the air, flames swirling, and its scorching heat raged across the mountaintop, as if it would burn the entire world to ashes.

Mo Yi's expression was solemn. He quickly formed hand seals, and as he completed them, a dazzling light rose from his body, forming a huge light screen that isolated him from Yu Tian's attack.

The screen shimmered with multicolored light, like the aurora borealis in the sky, its radiance tearing through the extreme cold and the blazing flames.

Within Mo Yi's Azure Sky Curse, the light screen gradually formed an indestructible shield of light.

The shield of light was as dazzling as stars, absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and Mo Yi's own internal energy, radiating a strong glow.

The dark sword light that slays demons struck the shield of light, and the dark aura was dissipated one by one by the radiance of the shield of light, as if it were swallowed up by endless light.

The attack of the golden dragon's flames was also blocked by the light barrier shield.

The fire dragon crashed violently against the light barrier, but the intense heat it brought was neutralized by the energy of the light barrier. The flames gradually weakened under the radiance of the light barrier and eventually dissipated as wisps of fire.

Mo Yi, who had withstood the demonic dragon and golden dragon in the Rainy Day Immortal Demon Style, was now experiencing rapid turmoil in his blood and qi, clearly indicating that the two attacks had left him in extreme discomfort.

The rain did not weaken its attack; instead, it surged like a tide, wave after wave. As the speed of the swordplay increased, Mo Yi went from calmly dealing with the situation to panicking and running away.

Finally, Yu Tian steadied himself, and a Yin-Yang Tai Chi symbol appeared before him.

The two extreme powers of the Netherworld Sword and the Blazing Immortal Sword merged under the Yin-Yang Tai Chi to form a divine sword of both ice and fire, which slashed fiercely towards Mo Yi.

Seeing this, Mo Yi immediately raised the Tai'a sword in his hand to defend, but it was too hasty, and the impact of the ice and fire swords directly sent Mo Yi flying.

When Mo Yi got up again, his white robe was torn, and the light of the Tai'a sword was dim.

The rain fell slowly to the ground, and he sheathed the longswords in his hands.

"Xueyue City, rainy day."

Perhaps because he had never found someone who could fight him for hundreds of rounds before being defeated, Yu Tian's attitude softened considerably when they first met.

"Mo Yi, the master of Penglai Immortal Island".

Mo Yi was completely outmatched by Yu Tian. In the fight just now, Mo Yi could clearly feel that her opponent had stopped, otherwise she would probably have lost even more miserably.

At this moment, the three girls also jogged up behind Yu Tian.

"Brother Mo Yi, these three are my wives."

"Feng Qiuyu, Yueyao, Yi Wenjun."

Rainy Day politely introduced the three to Mo Yi.

Mo Yi bowed respectfully, but when his gaze fell upon Yi Wenjun, a barely perceptible glint flashed in his eyes.

"I wonder if Brother Yutian's visit to my Penglai Island is for medicinal herbs or for some other reason?"

Mo Yi asked in confusion.