Upon contact with the magic seal, the precious fan gently pushed it away, causing the magic seal to move away from Leng Mingcong's front.
The cultivator in blue felt his magic seal being blocked by a powerful energy, and he instinctively tried to activate his True Spirit to detonate the magic seal.
Who knew that the speed of the treasure fan in the air was so incredible that it could leave a long trail while pushing a solid magic seal.
When the blue-robed cultivator Yang Tian looked over, he discovered that the magic seal had been pushed back onto the top of his head.
He was immediately shocked, thinking to himself: What is the origin of this stream of light!
Before the thought even finished, the magic seal actually stopped above his head...
Once they were far away from Leng Mingcong, the treasure fan instantly returned to its original form of sword light.
When it stopped above the blue-robed cultivator's head, the energy of the Heavenly Immortal Seal was already almost out of control.
At this moment, it was activated again by the True Spirit of the green-robed cultivator, and the solidified magic seal began to crack rapidly inside.
A violent aura emanated from above, and the blue-robed cultivator's face contorted as if he were wringing out clothes; his magic seal was about to explode above his head.
But the sword light gave it no chance to explode. Just as the magic seal in the air began to release its energy, the sword light twisted and rose above the magic seal in an instant.
The wisps of sword energy that had originally separated now floated with the sword light, making the sword light in the arena resemble a blade that could cleave the heavens.
He slashed fiercely down at the solidified magic seal below!
Click!
A crisp sound rang out in the air above the dojo.
The solidified magic seal cracked open.
The blue-robed cultivator's eyes widened, and a crack appeared in his heart.
boom!
A tremendous explosion resounded overhead.
Once the seal was split open, it triggered the energy within, and a violent surge of energy erupted in an instant.
However, since it had been cleaved in two by the sword light, the explosive force of its explosion was undoubtedly much smaller, but a sea of fire still appeared above the blue-robed cultivator's head.
The released energy was enormous and surged uncontrollably in all directions.
The air currents in the air were ignited layer by layer, and an invisible flame surrounded the blue-robed cultivator.
Several streaks of light flashed by, and the blue-robed cultivator at the center of the explosion was enveloped by the whisk.
The three people, Leng Mingcong and his companions, were now completely free to face the invisible flame, and their expressions showed some apprehension.
However, at that moment, a flash of light appeared amidst the chaotic energy, and a streak of light swept up.
Before it could even gather its strength, it hurtled towards the whisk-like ribbon below.
The cultivator in blue robes felt as if his True Spirit had been severed by some sharp weapon, and the connection between him and the magic seal was completely broken.
Before he could reactivate the seal, it exploded uncontrollably.
Seeing this, he abandoned his fight with Leng Mingcong and the other two, and hurriedly put away his whisk to defend himself.
The violent explosion was partially contained by the flying dust, and the blue-robed cultivator inside was instantly thrown out by the energy shockwave.
Having already endured the ordeal of the Dharma Seal, before he could even react, the sword light that had shattered the Dharma Seal was now sweeping through the air once more.
The approaching sword light was indistinct, arriving in an instant.
The monk in blue robes usually boasted that his whisk was as fast as lightning, but after witnessing the sword light, he finally understood what true speed really meant.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
The sword light, like a thunderbolt from the sky, descended from the air and locked onto the figures wrapped in layers of clothing.
With each flip, sword energy surged forth, and the clang of metal echoed throughout the training ground.
The monk in blue felt as if he were being struck by a giant iron hammer.
The sword light appeared swift, but it actually contained immense force, and each impact caused the blue-robed cultivator to retreat continuously.
The sword energy that shot out bypassed the layers of the ribbon and went straight for the blue-robed cultivator inside.
The sword light was sharp and fierce, and the sword energy was surging. For a moment, the Rotten Peach Mountain Dao Field was filled with the Geng Metal Qi.
The sword light that was unleashed immediately suppressed the arrogant blue-robed cultivator.
The scattered dust and flying catkins were all shattered by the sword energy.
The blue-robed cultivator inside the dojo finally changed his expression drastically. He saw that the stream of light was incredibly powerful and he knew he couldn't withstand it.
A flicker of panic crossed his eyes as he tried to escape, but how could he possibly escape the sword light?
The monk in blue robes flicked his whisk above his head, and as it spread out in layers, it resembled an umbrella, firmly protecting him.
However, the sword light above paid no heed. The sword energy bursting forth from the sword light was like arrows, fiercely hurled into the whisk.
The muffled thuds echoed above the blue-robed cultivator's head. The blue-robed cultivator below looked bitter as his body, with the whisk atop it, slowly descended inch by inch.
The whisk that had just dealt with the ghostly figure and the three Earth Immortal cultivators seemed to have lost its original power in the face of the sword energy.
Amidst the chilling sword energy, he dared not think any further and could only watch helplessly as he was plunged into the ground by the sword energy.
As he sank inch by inch, just like when he dealt with the ghost, he had to watch himself suffer.
Seeing that he couldn't escape under the sword light, the blue-robed cultivator finally came to his senses.
Beneath the umbrella, the figure bowed slightly towards the heavens, and with a strained smile, said:
"Please, fellow Daoist, hold back! Have you heard of the Jade Screen Sect School of the Daning Commandery Kingdom? I am a disciple of our sect..."
The monk in blue robes was bent over, and before he could finish speaking, the sword light above his head suddenly dipped.
With a muffled "bang," the umbrella that had spread out above their heads was shattered in an instant.
A chilling sword aura swept past the neck of the blue-robed cultivator.
Those sharp, cold blades seemed to want to slice the blue-robed cultivator to pieces, causing him to shudder under the sword light.
His bent-over body suddenly crashed to the ground, his knees already kneeling in the mud.
A flicker of fear flashed in the blue-robed cultivator's eyes. He stretched out his chubby hand and trembled as he fumbled around his neck for a while.
It seemed to be sensing whether its head was still resting on its neck after surging through that chilling blade...
"Immortal, please spare me! I am Yun Ya, a disciple of the Jade Screen Sect School. Please forgive me! My actions were unintentional; I had no intention of harming you..."
Feeling his head still hanging on his neck, the Yun Ya cultivator felt even more terrified.
In an instant, his opponent broke through his whisk's defense, and then, with overwhelming speed, circled his neck with the sword light.
By the time he realized what was happening, the sword light had already retreated above his head.
He was just being teased. If the owner of the sword light had truly intended to kill, his head would probably have been chopped off on the spot!
At this moment, he no longer cared about his status as a disciple of a major sect. He knelt on the ground and introduced himself, begging the cultivators in the heavens to spare his life.
The trembling words were extremely ironic in contrast to his previous arrogant expression.