"boom!"

When those five unlucky words rang out.

Without the slightest hesitation, Bai Cang merged his body and sword into one in mid-air, transforming into a sky full of sword light that flew out to slash.

In an instant, the whistling sword light filled the sky and the earth, permeating every inch of the void.

"Hmph! You dare to show off your meager skills before an expert?"

Seeing this, the sword light that had been cutting across the room split into countless pieces and slashed out to meet it head-on.

"Boom!"

In just a moment, countless sword energies poured down like a vast ocean, colliding violently at one point.

Two streaks of light, one blue and one white, intersected continuously amidst the overwhelming tide of sword energy.

Fast! Extremely fast!

Often, the thunderous roar would only begin after the swords flashed past each other.

This is the scene of two sword cultivators who have mastered the sword's roar and thunderous sound attacking each other.

The sword light was so fast that it could not be captured by divine sense, nor could it be chased by sound.

A moment later, Yin Sha Zhenjun flew over, but all he saw were two streaks of light, chasing each other like lightning, constantly entwining.

The battles fought within a small space left behind a continuous and dazzling legacy.

It was like a beautiful painting unfolding in mid-air.

The two sword lights, appearing and disappearing in an instant, intertwined and stretched across a thousand miles, as if weaving a net that stretched across the heavens and the earth.

Every afterimage of sword light is a mark they left in their battle.

It seemed that even the heavens and the void were remembering this magnificent sword duel, unable to resist recording every trace.

Even a fraction of a second seems so long in this battle of swords.

The intersecting streams of light flashed up, down, left, and right, then swirled and intertwined.

In the blink of an eye, more than one clash has already taken place.

"Well done, disciple of the Tianhe Sect! You truly deserve the title of God of Slaughter. I acknowledge you!"

Just then, a slightly arrogant voice rang out.

But then the dark sword light suddenly stirred up a raging storm, its echo reverberating throughout heaven and earth.

The wind howled, the sword light shone like a rainbow, and it carved through the void.

The area spanning thousands of miles was filled with boundless sword light, transforming it into a world of swords.

It resembled a divine cyan sword spanning thousands of miles, stretching across the heavens and earth.

"Boom!"

In an instant.

With a wave of his hand, he summoned wind and thunder, and the world vanished.

The Heavenly Wind Divine Sword manifested, and a deafening roar resounded.

In an instant, the heavens and earth cracked open, and a storm swept through the void.

An irresistible, sharp edge seemed poised to cleave this entire world in two.

Seeing this scene.

Bai Cang's pupils contracted slightly, his burning fighting spirit soaring to the heavens.

With just a flick of the sword pellet, a frost-like brilliance split the heavens and earth, and countless sword threads swept up in a howling roar.

The sword is forged into threads, and its light differentiates.

Silver snow glistens in the wind, and the world is shrouded in mist.

In an instant, the entire world froze, and the vast emptiness for thousands of miles also stagnated.

Only the dazzling, fierce frost wind entwined the Heavenly Wind Divine Sword, which spanned a thousand miles.

Suddenly, like a spring breeze overnight, thousands of pear trees burst into bloom.

The sword threads extinguished the heavenly wind, and the silver snow mended the cracks.

Yet no sound was heard, and all the strange phenomena vanished.

The greatest sound is silent, the greatest form is formless.

Almost instantly, the thousands of sword threads vanished into thin air.

The Heavenly Wind Divine Sword, which spanned thousands of miles, also silently disintegrated.

Only two figures facing each other across the distance sparked intense flames as their gazes met.

One was dressed in a black robe and wore a jade crown, with a handsome and dashing appearance.

One was a sword-wielding figure in a green robe, exuding an ethereal aura.

"So it is the Heavenly Wind Sword Lord in person. I am Heshan Daoyin Sha. Greetings."

Yin Sha Zhenjun quickly flew up and stood beside Bai Cang, secretly transmitting his voice: "This person is named Tan Wuzhui, one of the two top-grade Golden Core cultivators of the Cangshan Sword Sect."

Although it was only a third-grade elixir, not as impressive as Mo Wusheng's achievement of a second-grade golden core, who was known as the Sword Master of No Life, it was still quite troublesome.

Back when we were dueling overseas, it was he alone, with only his sword, who held off the combined might of the sixteen True Monarchs of Heshan Dao, allowing the Sword Venerable Wusheng to slay the Feng family's patriarch. You must not act rashly.”

Although Bai Cang and Tan Wuzhui had just fought a sword duel and seemed to be evenly matched.

However, the immense prestige of the major Xuanmen sects caused Yin Sha Zhenjun, who came from a side sect, to subconsciously feel awe.

"What are you afraid of? He's a third-grade Golden Core cultivator, and so are you. Why are you afraid of him?"

Bai Cang recalled the records about Tan Wuzhui in Heshan Road, and disdainfully transmitted his voice to Yin Sha Zhenjun: "If he dares to pretend, you and I will join forces to kill this bastard!"

Yin Sha Zhenjun was speechless upon hearing this.

Unaware of the power of the "true words" "Fellow Daoist, please wait," she couldn't understand why Bai Cang possessed such a strong sense of malevolence.

As for Bai Cang's statement about "joining forces to kill this bastard," Yin Sha Zhenjun completely dismissed it as him making threats to save face.

Even among the major sects of the Xuanmen, a high-grade Golden Core is a precious treasure.

Among the five great mystical sects of the Southern Frontier, each sect has only one or two individuals who achieve the highest level of Golden Core cultivation.

Even Longhu Mountain, which is known as the "head of the Xuanmen in the Southern Frontier", only has three high-grade Golden Core cultivators, which is the same as the number of Yuan Shen Daojun.

In fact, most of the time, the number of top-grade Golden Core cultivators is even rarer than that of Nascent Soul Dao Lords.

After all, the lifespan of a Primordial Spirit Dao Lord is endless, and unless they encounter the Three Calamities and Nine Tribulations, it is highly unlikely that they will perish.

Over the long years, even through gradual accumulation, the number of Primordial Spirit Dao Lords will increase.

Once a top-grade Golden Core cultivator enters a tribulation, they either attain the Dao and their primordial spirit or die and their Dao dissipates; there is almost no chance of them "lingering on in a state of limbo."

This precious gem, let alone whether they could kill it even if they joined forces.

Even if they could, who would dare to actually kill?

Aren't you afraid that the Nascent Soul Dao Lords of the Cangshan Sword Sect might come to your door to kill you?

In particular, the Cangshan Sword Sect has only been established for a little over two thousand years, and there is only one Yuan Shen Daojun in the sect, who has already passed the Four Nine Heavenly Tribulation and is close to the arrival of the "Wind Disaster".

If they cannot avoid it, even the Primordial Spirit Dao Lord risks perishing.

Now, that "Cangshan Daojun" is counting on these two precious children to produce another Yuan Shen Daojun to support the Cangshan Sword Sect.

If one of them dies, they'd probably go crazy on the spot, right?

Who can withstand a maddened primordial spirit Dao Lord?

Just then, Tan Wuzhui completely ignored Yin Sha Zhenjun and stared at Bai Cang, saying indifferently, "Fellow Daoist Bai, you are already one of us, why are you so ignorant of the rules?"

From beginning to end, Tan Wuzhui never once looked directly at Yin Sha Zhenjun.

Although there was no arrogant posture on his face, his contemptuous attitude was displayed to the fullest extent.

It's as if it's saying: "You mere creature born from moisture, covered in fur and horns, with a body that can only be carried on its own rear, do you even deserve to speak to me?"

Seeing this, Bai Cang raised an eyebrow slightly, his sword-like eyebrows, sharp as blades, revealing a hint of ferocity and sharpness.

With a sharp glint in his phoenix eyes and a fierce killing intent emanating from his divine eyes, Zhao Lingtian was clearly aroused.

The "Heavenly Demon Blood-Transforming Divine Blade" was even more eager to move, displaying the Daoist charms of Yin-Yang Entanglement, Five Elements Revolving Wheel, and Starlight Extinction!

Do you really think that Master Dao wouldn't dare to kill you?

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