Seeing this, Li and Xu gritted their teeth. There was no turning back now. Their magical Magic Power increased by three points, and two sharp beams of light burst forth in front of them, each carrying a powerful aura as they headed towards the great cultivator of the Rogue Cultivators Association.
With a clang of metal against metal, an energy surge suddenly erupted from behind the stone wall, causing the steep cliff to tremble abruptly, and a flying sword swirled through the canyon.
After their attack, Li and Xu's momentum didn't falter. The cultivators who could survive in the Land of Exile were all fearless and undaunted!
After withstanding the attack, the two men tightly entangled themselves with the powerful cultivator in the canyon. The ruthlessness in their eyes was somewhat ferocious, causing the powerful cultivator in the canyon to frown slightly.
The two men's attacks were so intense that he was caught off guard at the beginning of the battle. He figured they were desperate criminals, so he could no longer hold back!
With a wave of his hand, the flying sword spun back and grew several times larger, a cold glint flashing on its blade, instantly exuding a sharp and imposing aura.
Li and Xu neither dodged nor avoided; two sharp beams of light erupted in the air, rushing towards the sword light in the sky.
Within the canyon, Magic Power intertwined, and three sharp beams of light instantly merged together. With a resounding boom, cracks appeared on the surrounding stone walls, and smoke and dust billowed into the canyon below.
A powerful force descended upon the earth, and the two sharp beams collided with the flying sword before swirling away in the energy fluctuations.
As the two sharp beams parted and revealed a sliver of space, the great cultivator opposite felt a sudden jolt of fear, a sense of impending doom rising above him.
He instinctively tilted his head back, only to see a flash of cold light in his eyes, and his scalp tingled as he glimpsed a huge Miao sword falling down with a gust of wind.
At that moment, the flying sword was spinning around and couldn't protect its master in time. With a muffled "thud," a headless corpse fell into the canyon. The eyes of the falling head reflected the ferocious face of a shrewd cultivator.
The skilled cultivators concealed themselves behind the two sharp blades, waiting for Li and Xu to strike before unleashing their attack in an instant, just as the flying sword of the Rogue Cultivators Association was about to return.
The massive Miao sword was swung up by his thick arms, all his magical Magic Power poured into it. When swung by this skilled cultivator, it possessed the power to uproot mountains. With a powerful and heavy slash, the great cultivator from the Rogue Cultivators Association had already lost his life.
In fact, the three of them were not incapable of fighting a great cultivator, but at this moment, they needed to finish the battle quickly and not linger. Therefore, it was the best and fastest option to have Li and Xu hold off the great cultivator from the Rogue Cultivators Association while the elite cultivators launched a sneak attack.
This allowed the three to maintain their fighting strength throughout the battle, and their teamwork in combat was also incredibly seamless.
"Junior brother!"
A cry of shock and grief echoed from the canyon passage, followed by a sliver of light shining from within.
The three of them felt a sudden chill run down their spines, instinctively activating their Magic Power shields.
The skilled cultivator's Miao sword flashed up in an instant, and the sharpness of Li and Xu also swirled back. After a series of clanging sounds, the three of them were shocked, and their bodies and weapons flew backward in the air.
Before the energy dissipated, a streak of light flashed in the canyon, heading straight for the elite cultivator. The elite cultivator's heart instantly filled with alarm, thinking to himself: This is probably a cultivator at the Lesser Immortal Realm!
The one guarding this spiritual vein is actually a cultivator at the Lesser Immortal Realm!
The light grew brighter and brighter in his eyes. Before he could even make out the weapon within, the skilled cultivator felt a tremor run through his body, and his eyes revealed utter horror.
A clang of metal clashing rang out in his ears, so loud it was deafening to the skilled cultivator. His figure was violently retreated amidst the burst of energy, the hairs that had stood on his back had been smoothed out, but the large beads of sweat on his forehead had not yet dried.
The skilled cultivator, who had narrowly escaped death, witnessed a scene at the epicenter of the impact that shocked him once again.
A swirling ray of precious light blocked the incoming stream of light in the canyon. As the light swirled, it exuded a gentle and peaceful aura. The swift stream of light revealed its true nature in the energy of the impact.
A small flying sword tumbled and tumbled, resisting the precious light in the air.
" Deng Shouchong! It's you!"
A furious roar erupted from the long passageway; the owner of the flying sword seemed very familiar with this ray of light.
Seeing his junior brother perish under the Miao sword due to underestimating his opponent, he launched a sudden attack aimed directly at the life of the elite cultivator. When the attack was blocked by a ray of precious light in mid-air, he already guessed who the master of the other side was.
As he watched the swirling radiance, countless thoughts flashed through his mind: No wonder the spiritual veins of the Rogue Cultivators Association were discovered, no wonder so many well-coordinated powerful cultivators came to take advantage of him.
So it was you, Deng Shouchong had planned this all along! He anticipated this, and then a deafening roar erupted from the canyon.
"Hehe, Old Pavilion Master Huang, I have an agreement with your Branch Master Chen to temporarily use the Spirit Stone here. Please don't be offended!"
"Hahaha, Deng Lifu thinks my Rogue Cultivators Association has no one left!"
Before Deng Shouchong could appear after Old Pavilion Master Huang's roar, a slightly frivolous remark was heard from the canyon. Upon hearing this, Old Pavilion Master Huang became even more furious and laughed instead.
In the barren Land of Exile, the significance of Spirit Stone is self-evident, yet Deng Shouchong dared to joke about Branch Master Chen, showing absolutely no respect for the Rogue Cultivators Association.
The Old Pavilion Master Huang was furious. Before he could finish speaking, the small flying sword in the air had already turned back. The precious light in the air did not dare to chase after it closely. Instead, it rotated and enlarged itself, like a large net covering the entire canyon.
A figure guarding the passage suddenly flashed and instantly appeared outside the canyon. There stood a cultivator with gray hair and an old face in the valley.
After Old Pavilion Master Huang appeared, a burst of sword light erupted from the flying sword swirling in the air. At this moment, the power emanating from the small flying sword seemed capable of piercing the sky.
"What are you all standing there for! Attack together!"
A divine sense transmission exploded in the minds of the skilled cultivator and Li Xu. After Deng Shouchong's divine sense transmission, the three of them finally reacted as if waking from a dream.
They poured all their Magic Power into their weapons once more, but when facing a powerful expert at the Lesser Immortal Realm, their attacks became somewhat hesitant, completely lacking the ferocity and might they had displayed before.
Deng Shouchong did not criticize the three people in the canyon. When facing Old Pavilion Master Huang of the Rogue Cultivators Association, he also had to be on high alert and dared not slack off in the slightest. Although the old man was old, his magical Magic Power was extremely profound. If he was not careful, everyone might be defeated here.
The rotating precious light slowly rose into the air, and as people approached, they could clearly see that there was a Dharma banner in the soft light.
The colorful banner is engraved with countless runes and totems, which subtly influence the rules of the world as it rotates, and a mysterious aura emanates from the precious light surrounding the banner.
The group had not yet seen Deng Shouchong along the way, so they couldn't help but observe the Dharma Banner closely.
The flying sword of Old Pavilion Master Huang was already upon them. The Dharma Banner rose in the air, and the flying sword seemed to know the Dharma Banner's moves as it attacked. The sword light nimbly curved in the air before heading straight for the three people behind.
Three sharp blades rose from behind, and under the threat of death, they had no choice but to fight with all their might.
As the Dharma Banner rose into the air, it dodged the incoming flying sword. It then paused slightly in mid-air, followed by a series of metallic clanging sounds. Meanwhile, Old Pavilion Master Huang at the entrance of the passage, frowned.
Before he could react, the light in the air locked onto him. Old Pavilion Master Huang snorted coldly, and the flying sword behind him swirled back. The light in the air swirled, and a totem shot out with the light.
The light arrived extremely quickly. Old Pavilion Master Huang felt a sudden flash before his eyes, and a sense of crisis instantly enveloped him. A thick shield of Magic Power condensed in front of him.
With a loud "boom," an old figure staggered back a few steps at the entrance of the passage. When the light faded, the totem that had been launched had vanished without a trace, while the flying sword was just beginning to circle back.
Old Pavilion Master Huang made a sword incantation with his hand, and the swirling flying sword shot towards the Dharma Banner. After being knocked back by the light, he stood up slightly, his aged face showing some excitement, his chest rising and falling slightly, and his originally straight body now somewhat hunched.
The totem on the Dharma banner dealt him a fierce blow. Although it vanished after the escape of the Lesser Immortal Realm's Magic Power, it still greatly shocked Old Pavilion Master Huang.
Deng Shouchong's strength is indeed remarkable. Now that he has gathered this force, the spiritual vein is probably in grave danger!
Although he was anxious, Old Pavilion Master Huang appeared calm. Now that the guards protecting the spiritual vein had been scattered, he figured they wouldn't dare to act tough in front of several powerful cultivators. The headless corpse on the ground was the best example of that.
Beyond the passage lies the spiritual vein. Even if I'm alone, I can't let Deng Shouchong succeed. I must report to Branch Master Chen as soon as possible!
After a moment of thought, Old Pavilion Master Huang intended to take out a communication talisman from his sleeve, but at that Space-Time emitted another energy fluctuation, and he could not stop the sword incantation he was forming in his hand, so he paused the action of taking out the communication talisman.
Meanwhile, the three people behind were propelled by Deng Shouchong's divine sense transmission, each carrying a sharp edge as they headed towards Old Pavilion Master Huang at the passage. The flying swords in the air were entangled by the precious light, and the three sharp edges in front of them were already upon them.
Normally, Old Pavilion Master Huang wouldn't Fu San powerful cultivators seriously, but with Deng Shouchong watching him intently from the side, and the constantly spinning Dharma banner putting immense pressure on him, he couldn't help but feel cautious when faced with attacks that he usually considered mere tickles.
With a deafening boom, a dazzling light shone through the dark passageway. The increasingly hunched figure of Old Pavilion Master Huang was forced back by the energy, while three sharp beams swirled rapidly away amidst the surging energy.
Old Pavilion Master Huang cursed inwardly for the lack of martial ethics among these traitors, with four of them ganging up on a two-thousand-year-old man like himself!
But these four had planned this all along. They didn't fight him at all, but instead used a strategy of overwhelming him with numbers to trap him. After the flying sword collided with a totem in the air, it swirled back.
Old Pavilion Master Huang's gaze turned cold, and his sword technique changed once again. As his flying sword flipped, it swept towards the three people opposite him. A glint flashed in the eyes of the three people, and a sharp sword aura burst forth in front of them.
They exchanged horrified glances, then gritted their teeth and activated their weapons to form an umbrella-shaped shield. The initial sword energy vanished instantly before the shield.
Sensing the impending danger, the three unleashed their magical Magic Power onto the shield. In an instant, a sword light, carrying a destructive force, struck. With a clang of metal against metal, a shockwave of energy spread out from the center of the impact.
The shield formed by the three sharp rays shattered under the force of the flying sword, and the three people behind the shield were sent flying backward like cannonballs.
Meanwhile, the flying sword at the energy center seemed to have exhausted its power, and after twisting once, it was about to return. At this moment, the rotating banner in the air had reached the top of Old Pavilion Master Huang, and the precious light flowing on it made the figures below feel a great sense of crisis.
Under the radiant light, however, Old Pavilion Master Huang instead of retreating!
He suppressed the impending crisis in his heart, gathered all his Magic Power in his palm, and instantly condensed the Magic Power of the Lesser Immortal Realm in his palm. With a thought, the Power of Laws in the canyon was instantly drawn in.
Facing the ray of precious light descending from the sky, Old Pavilion Master Huang gritted his teeth and unleashed a " Earth Immortal Dharma Seal," but its power was incomparable to that of a true Earth Immortal Dharma Seal.
A loud explosion rang out above Old Pavilion Master Huang, and his hunched body plummeted heavily into the canyon, as if he had been hammered into the ground like a nail.
Despite being halfway down to the ground, Old Pavilion Master Huang smiled with relief, a relaxed expression appearing on his disheveled face.
His robes were completely torn, and his aged face was dry and wrinkled, like an old tree stump stuck in the ground. He was glad that he had withstood the blow of the Dharma Banner, while the flying sword in the distance was already circling back, and a look of pleasure flashed in his eyes.
At this moment, the old man retaliated!
"Roar!"
Just as Old Pavilion Master Huang's thoughts arose, a beastly roar suddenly came from behind him. Upon hearing the sound, Old Pavilion Master Huang's expression froze, and the pleasure in his eyes vanished for a moment.
Beyond the passage lies the spiritual vein. Why are beast roars emanating from within it? Could the thieves be plotting something else?
Upon hearing the beast's roar, Old Pavilion Master Huang's mind raced, and he instantly realized that he had fallen for a diversionary tactic. He was furious and, with a burst of Magic Power, his body, which had been trapped underground, leaped out and headed into the passage.
Meanwhile, the Dharma banner in the air attacked again, and the swirling flying swords had no choice but to entangle it. The figure of Old Pavilion Master Huang was locked onto by three sharp beams.
Ignoring everything else, he angrily rushed into the passage. In the dimly lit passage, a strong, earthy smell suddenly rushed out, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes.
Before he could react, he instinctively dodged to the side, and a dark shadow flashed by. A Desolate Beast covered in scales charged out from the spot where he had just been standing.
Old Pavilion Master Huang was filled with rage. It seemed the thief had already broken through the array barrier and found the true location of the spiritual vein. Despite his best efforts, he had failed to protect the spiritual vein for the Loose Rogue Cultivators Association. This small spiritual vein would likely change hands today!
When he turned around, the entrance to the passage was already blocked by three sharp beams. He had no hope of advancing or retreating, and his flying sword was tightly sealed by the Dharma Banner. He knew in his heart that he had reached Extremis.