I don't want to be trained by my senior sister!

The seemingly faint starlight suddenly transformed into several streaks of cold sword energy when it approached Ning Qian's side by about ten feet.

They attacked Ning Qian's vital points one by one.

It wasn't a lethal move, but it was insidious and vicious, intended to test the opponent's strength and also carrying a sense of humiliation.

Ning Qian's gaze was slightly cold, and she didn't even make any extra movements, only her thoughts stirred slightly.

Before the incoming sword energy, the space rippled like water, and those sharp, cold sword energies disappeared completely into the spatial ripples, like mud oxen entering the sea.

"What does this mean?" Ning Qian raised her eyes and looked at Dao Yi, her voice still cold and unreadable.

Dao Yi's amused smile deepened.

Dao Yi clapped his hands lightly: "It's nothing, I just suddenly felt that... the soul and origin of laws of a wandering immortal are much more delicious than those of an ordinary tribulation cultivator, not to mention..."

"And he's an injured and unwell wandering immortal. Such an opportunity is a once-in-a-lifetime chance."

Before she finished speaking, Ning Qian had already moved.

She held her fingers together and gently made a slash in the air beside her.

Without the slightest hesitation, he stepped into the crack.

Unable to win, he took his junior brother with him and decided to retreat first.

Once we've recovered, we'll come back and clean them up one by one.

"town!"

Dao Yi seemed to have anticipated this, uttering a single word and flicking his sleeve, sending out a palm-sized, ancient compass.

Suspended in mid-air, it radiates a hazy, clear light.

The clear light shone down, instantly locking the space in that area...

......

"Hmph!" Ning Qian grunted, forcibly stopping her stepping into the crevice. The backlash caused her blood and qi to surge, making her already pale face even paler.

In the blink of an eye, Dao Yi's attack was already upon him.

He pointed his fingers like a sword and made several virtual points in the air.

Several sword energies, more than ten times more powerful than those used in the previous probing attack, tore through the air and pierced Ning Qian's vital acupoints.

Ning Qianqing's eyes turned cold, and she raised her right hand, intending to unleash her sword intent to counterattack.

But as soon as he moved his arm, the injuries he had sustained from forcibly activating his spatial sword intent to kill Liu Yuan and then enduring the backlash from the spatial sealing suddenly erupted.

The pain in my left arm was excruciating, and the flow of spiritual energy in my meridians was disrupted; there was no way to escape.

The sword energies were about to reach his body—

"clang!"

A sound like the resounding of an ancient bell suddenly rang out.

Fang Xuan pulled Ning Qian back with one hand and used the other hand to deliver a simple horizontal slash with Yun Chang.

Those sharp sword energies collided with the dark sword blade and were brutally shattered and scattered.

He stood in front of Ning Qian, his black sword flashing horizontally in his hand, meeting Dao Yi's slightly narrowed eyes.

"Oh?" Dao Yi raised an eyebrow, his eyes showing even more amusement.

"Interesting... A mere Nascent Soul cultivator can actually withstand my sword strike? This sword strike is interesting, but you, junior, are even more interesting."

"What's wrong, Dao Yi? Do you need any help?" The Six-Armed Demon Lord, who had been watching the show from the sidelines, seemed to be getting a little bored. He picked at his ear and asked in a muffled voice.

Dao Yi didn't even turn his head, his gaze still fixed on Fang Xuan, a smile playing on his lips: "It's alright, today... I'm just in a playful mood, hahaha!"

With a loud laugh, he spread his right hand and made a half-clenched fist in the direction where Fang Xuan and Ning Qian were.

boom!

The spiritual energy of heaven and earth converged wildly, and a giant hand-shaped Dharma image appeared above Fang Xuan's head!

The giant hand, with its five fingers spread wide, swung down with terrifying force, as if it could crush mountains.

Instead of retreating, Fang Xuan advanced, his toes touching the ground as he leaped into the air, actually meeting the descending giant hand head-on.

The black sword struck the giant hand's palm.

That seemingly mighty giant hand had a huge gash cleaved open in the palm by that dark, dull ancient sword.

The spiritual energy dissipated, and the Dharma form instantly became unstable.

"Hahahahaha!"

Dao Yi did not get angry but laughed, his eyes showing even more interest.

"This is fascinating! I'm taking this sword! And you, junior, will also be mine; they'll be excellent materials for alchemy or puppet making!"

Before his laughter had even faded, he vanished from the spot in a flash.

The next instant, he appeared beside Fang Xuan like a ghost, pointing his finger like a sword at Fang Xuan's right wrist holding the sword!

It moved so fast that it only left a blur in the air.

Fang Xuan reacted extremely quickly, flipping his wrist and slashing the black sword diagonally to block Dao Yi's fingers.

At the same time, his footwork changed and his movements were agile.

In an instant, the two fought with lightning speed, and the sounds of metal clashing against metal rang out in rapid succession.

Dao Yi's movements were elusive, and his fingers, palms, fists, and claws were all deadly moves, containing traces of heavenly laws. He could often predict Fang Xuan's movements and attack him when he had to defend himself.

Fang Xuan, on the other hand, fought steadily and firmly, wielding his Yun Chang sword with great force and carrying a domineering sword intent of "breaking through with one sword".

In the blink of an eye, the two had exchanged dozens of blows.

Dao Yi grew increasingly alarmed as the fight progressed.

Is this kid really only at the Nascent Soul stage? The strength of his physical body, the refinement of his spiritual energy, the purity and profundity of his sword intent... it's simply outrageous!

And that black sword, it's definitely something with a great history!

When his attack landed on the sword, he felt as if he could barely apply any force, and the recoil even made his fingers go numb!

"Bang!"

Another head-on collision.

Fang Xuan seized upon a slight opening in Dao Yi's defenses, and with the power to split mountains and shatter rocks, he slashed fiercely at the protective spiritual energy that Dao Yi had hastily gathered.

Dao Yi's figure swayed, and he was actually cleaved backward several feet by this brute force, leaving two faint white marks in the air beneath his feet.

He steadied himself and twisted his neck.

The playful smile on his face finally vanished, replaced by an anger that came from being provoked by ants.

"Let's leave this children's game of pretend here!"

Dao Yi's voice turned cold, and his aura began to rise steadily. He no longer concealed the pressure of a wandering immortal, causing the three Red Serpent Fairies who were watching from afar to change color slightly.

As the last word faded, Dao Yi's figure suddenly blurred, and when he reappeared, he was right in front of Fang Xuan, no more than three feet away!

With his left hand, he formed a claw with his five fingers, grabbed Fang Xuan's head, and slammed it hard against the ground below.

"Get out of here!"

"Junior brother!" Ning Qian's expression changed, and the injuries she had been suppressing almost got out of control due to the shock to her mind.

In mid-air, Fang Xuan directly shook off the bandage on his right hand, and hundreds of spatial sword intents immediately attacked.

Dao Yi's eyes turned slightly cold, but out of fear, he could only hastily retreat.

But Fang Xuan continued to fall, crashing heavily onto the giant rock.

As the smoke and dust slowly dissipated.

In the center of the giant pit, Fang Xuan's upper body clothing had been completely torn apart by the violent impact.

Her long, black hair broke free of the headband and fell loose.

The white bandage wrapped around his right wrist had loosened considerably and was fluttering gently in the wind.

His left arm hung limply, seemingly exhausted, but his right hand, gripping the black sword, remained steady.

He raised his left hand and wiped away a trace of blood that had spilled from the corner of his mouth.

Then, he raised his head and calmly looked at Dao Yi in the air, whose expression had become proud again.

A mountain breeze blew by, lifting his disheveled black hair and torn bandages.

Dao Yi hovered in the air, his face, which had been filled with a confident smile, gradually froze when he saw Fang Xuan's eyes.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, looking for the first time with a truly scrutinizing gaze at the boy in the pit, whose aura was like a drawn, deadly sword...