In the field, the aftermath of the first confrontation has not completely subsided, and the figures of Yun Muyao and Meng Xian have moved again.
Yun Muyao Body Movement is as erratic as ice and snow elves, Sword Technique spreads out, and icy cold Sword Qi crisscrosses each other, either falling like a waterfall or blooming like an ice lotus, covering all the vital parts of Meng Xian's body.
Every sword contains the ultimate chill. Wherever the sword wind passes, white frost condenses on the ground, and the air seems to be frozen.
Although Meng Xian is frightened, Nether Pavilion's skills are strange and changeable.
From time to time, he turned his palms into claws, tearing out black cracks, trying to catch the unpredictable sword light.
Sometimes Body Movement is like a ghost, bringing up a series of afterimages, avoiding the point where the sword's edge is strongest.
His counterattacks were equally fierce, with the dark palm prints gathering and dispersing, attacking Yun Muyao from various tricky angles, forcing her to return her sword to defend.
"Boom, boom, boom--"
The two of them were fighting fast, and their figures quickly flashed, collided, and separated in the messy forest.
Every clash of weapons and palms erupted with deafening roars and more violent shock waves, further destroying the already unrecognizable ground.
Within a radius of a hundred meters, it has been reduced to an extremity of ice and netherworld.
In an instant, the two of them had exchanged more than a hundred moves.
Although Nether Palm of Meng Xian is treacherous and cruel, Sword Technique of Yun Muyao is vaguely restrained. The pure cold Sword Qi can always effectively freeze and slow down the erosion speed of the netherworld.
After more than a hundred moves.
Yun Muyao caught Meng Xian's slightest hint of stagnation, and Sword Intent suddenly changed.
It no longer pursues large-scale suppression, but instead converges the sword light in the sky into an extremely condensed ice blue electric light as thin as a blade.
At a speed that exceeds visual capture, it stabs directly into the gap between Meng Xian's left shoulder and scapula!
Meng Xian was horrified, twisted his body to dodge with all his strength, and at the same time hurriedly blocked with his right palm.
"Tsk!"
Ice-blue electric light brushed past his shoulder.
Although the body was protected by soft armor of extremely high quality and was not directly pierced by the sword edge, the extremely condensed cold Sword Qi penetrated through the armor.
"Ugh!"
Meng Xian groaned, and felt a biting chill instantly coming to his left shoulder. His entire left arm was numb, and his movements could not help but slow down for half a beat.
He looked down and saw that the soft armor on his left shoulder was already covered with a thin layer of ice, and the cold air was still trying to penetrate inside.
Meng Xian's face suddenly turned gloomy. Although the injury was not serious, the cold air could be dispelled by doing the exercises.
But this undoubtedly shows that in the confrontation just now, he was already at a disadvantage.
Yun Muyao succeeded with one blow, Sword Intent rose again, and was about to pursue the victory and expand the results--
Suddenly, her delicate body trembled slightly, and she suddenly turned her head and looked to the southeast.
There, a huge, cold, and oppressive atmosphere is approaching at an alarming speed!
This aura was so strong that she felt palpitations in her heart, far beyond what Meng Xian could compare to.
Obviously the person who came here is a strong person in Upper Third Grade, and it is by no means as simple as entering this realm for the first time.
Fang Han and Zhao Jin also noticed this terrifying aura at almost the same time, and their minds that had just relaxed a little tensed up again.
Zhao Jin had a look of despair on his face. This cold aura probably came from the Nether Pavilion Elder-level people. I am afraid that he is doomed today.
However, just after this suffocating pressure came, another completely different, but equally vast and majestic breath came rapidly from the northwest.
He firmly withstood the oppression caused by the cold aura before.
Yun Muyao, Fang Han, and Zhao Jin looked at each other and breathed a sigh of relief.
The visitor is wearing Azure Profound Sect Elder clothing, it is Elder of the Azure Profound Sect!
Almost at the front and back, two figures appeared at both ends of this messy battlefield as if teleporting.
On the east side, there is an old man wearing Nether Pavilion Elder clothing.
This man was tall and thin, like a bamboo pole, with a gaunt face and deep wrinkles.
A pair of eyes are frighteningly bright, and the pupils show a strange Gray-White. When they open and close, they are radiant with light, which seems to be breathtaking.
He was wearing a large black robe, with the netherworld flame pattern of Dark Gold embroidered on the cuffs and hem.
The whole body naturally exudes an eerie and icy cold air. It is one of the Nether Pavilion Elder, Sang Mutian known as "Ghost Elder".
On the west side, there is an old woman wearing Azure Profound Sect Elder clothing.
She looked to be about sixty years old, and her hair was meticulously combed into a simple bun on the back of her head and fixed with a wooden hairpin.
He has a clear face, rosy complexion, and kind eyes with unquestionable majesty.
Wearing a simple and elegant blue-grey Elder robe, standing upright and possessing an air of awe-inspiring dignity, he is Azure Profound Sect Elder Liu Ying, who is known as "Grandmother Liu".
As soon as the two Elder appeared, they glanced at the scene and immediately understood the general outline.
Immediately, the auras of the two people collided together like two invisible mountains!
"Boom--"
There was no real contact, but a dull sound of thunder erupted in the air.
The two powerful pressures squeezed and eroded each other, causing the airflow in the field to be turbulent and causing sand and rocks to fly.
Yun Muyao, Fang Han, Zhao Jin and even Meng Xian all felt as if their breath was suffocating, as if they were in the deep sea. The pressure all over their bodies was huge, and even the operation of Internal Qi became stagnant.
This is a pure battle of momentum between Upper Third Grade strong men.
"Sang Mutian, your Nether Pavilion hand is stretched too far! How dare you openly chase me Azure Profound Sect Deacon and steal my skills? Do you really think that I, Azure Profound Sect, have no one?"
Liu Ying spoke first, his voice was not loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly.
With an awe-inspiring aura, the gloomy aura of Sang Mutian was diluted a bit.
"Hey, Mrs. Liu, why do you have to speak so grandly? The treasures of heaven and earth belong to the virtuous."
Sang Mutian's Gray-White's pupils turned and landed on Liu Ying, and a hoarse laugh sounded like sandpaper friction in his throat:
"<Black Tortoise True Art> is an ownerless thing. When did it become your Azure Profound Sect's personal property? Your disciples can find it, why can't I, Nether Pavilion, fight for it?"
"Strong words!"
Liu Ying's face turned cold.
"This technique has been found by me, Azure Profound Sect, and it should naturally belong to me, Azure Profound Sect! If you, Nether Pavilion, carry out this banditry, are you not afraid of triggering a war between the two sects?"
"War?"
Sang Mutian sneered, with a sarcastic tone.
"Mrs. Liu, you are too alarmist, but since you are here in person today, I will give you a favor."
The technique has fallen into the hands of the Azure Profound Sect, and it is no longer realistic to try to take it away by force. He glanced at Meng Xian.
"Let's go."
With his sleeves rolled up, he caught Meng Xian beside him like an eagle catching a chicken.
When Meng Xian was mentioned, a few flashes disappeared deep into the jungle, and the huge sense of oppression quickly disappeared.
It wasn't until the auras of Sang Mutian and Meng Xian completely disappeared that Liu Ying slowly regained control of his momentum.
She turned around and looked at Yun Muyao, Fang Han and Zhao Jin, with approval in her eyes.
"Disciple Yun Muyao, see Liu Elder."
Yun Muyao Sheathed the sword, took a step forward, and bowed in salute.
"Disciple Fang Han, Deacon Zhao Jin, see Liu Elder."
Fang Han also quickly helped Zhao Jin forward and said respectfully.
"Take this 'Creation Ginseng Pill' first to stabilize the injury."
Liu Ying nodded slightly, his eyes first falling on Zhao Jin who was feeling weak.
With a few fingers, a green Danyao, the size of a longan, exuding rich vitality, fell into Zhao Jin's mouth.
"Thank you Elder for the medicine!"
Danyao melted in his mouth, and a warm current instantly surged through Zhao Jin's body. His pale face suddenly regained some color, and he quickly expressed his gratitude.
Liu Ying then looked at Fang Han, his tone a little gentler.
"Are you our sect's newly promoted genius Fang Han?"
There was scrutiny in her eyes, obviously she had heard about Fang Han for a long time.
"It's the disciple."
Fang Han said neither humble nor arrogant.
As he spoke, he took out the dark brown animal skin book from his arms and held it up with both hands.
"Liu Elder, this is <Black Tortoise True Art> that Deacon Zhao desperately brought back. Please Elder take a look."
Liu Ying took the booklet, flipped through a few pages, made sure it was correct, and put it away.
A pleased smile appeared on her face.
"The three of you have established a Major Merit, Zhao Jin for the sect this time. If you find the master's technique, you will be recorded as Major Merit once! Fang Han, Yun Muyao, and Guard are from the same sect and have meritorious skills. Each of you will be recorded as Minor Merit once!"
Upon hearing the reward, Zhao Jin was so excited that his whole body trembled, and joy flashed in the eyes of Fang Han and Yun Muyao.
Sect achievements are extremely difficult to obtain, especially "Major Merit", which often requires completing extremely dangerous or important tasks to obtain.
And "Minor Merit" is also valuable. One of them can be exchanged for a large amount of precious resources, and the three of them together are enough to exchange for a master-level martial arts.
Liu Ying paused and continued:
"In addition, this <Black Tortoise True Art> is a master-level secret skill, which is of great significance to the sect. Since the three of you have this Opportunity, I grant you the qualification to practice this technique for free."
"After the skills are determined, transcribed and archived by Elder, the sect's secret pavilion, you can redeem and practice for free based on this achievement."
This is undoubtedly a great reward!
Grandmaster-level exercises, looking at the entire Qingyang Prefecture, are at the level of treasures that suppress the sect. It is difficult for ordinary disciples and even Deacon to see its full picture.
Now they can actually obtain the training qualification for free, which will be of immeasurable benefit to the three of them, especially Fang Han and Yun Muyao, for their future martial arts paths.
"Thank you Elder! Thank you sect!"
The three of them thanked each other in unison, their voices full of excitement and gratitude.
Liu Ying nodded with a smile, "It's over here, let's go back to the sect first."
After saying that, she waved her sleeves, and a soft but majestic energy lifted Zhao Jin and headed towards the Azure Profound Sect.
Yun Muyao and Fang Han unfold Body Movement, followed by Liu Ying.
At dusk three days later, Azure Profound Sect Mountain Gate is in sight.
Liu Ying Elder The sleeves of his robe flicked, and his figure flew past the mountain gate like a wild goose, landing steadily on the Zongmen Square.
Fang Han, Yun Muyao, and Zhao Jin followed closely behind, each using Body Movement, and landed lightly on the bluestone ground of the square.
Liu Ying turned around, glanced at the three of them one by one, and nodded slightly.
"That's it for now. Let's go back and rest."
Her voice was gentle, yet filled with unquestionable majesty.
"Zhao Jin, your injury has not healed yet. First go to the Alchemy Hall to get a few bottles of 'Azure Jade Bone-Healing Ointment' so that you can nurse yourself back to health."
Zhao Jin bowed and agreed, with a look of gratitude on his face.
"Fang Han, Yun Muyao, you two are so good at practicing, don't let your talents down, go ahead."
After Liu Ying said that, his body swayed and turned into a blue shadow that swept towards the Sect Master's Hall on the top of the mountain.