Shushan, Qingluo Peak, daily sword practice.

"This is impossible!" After being defeated within three moves again, Guan Zhan finally couldn't help but blurt out the words, and he fell into a dazed state of self-doubt.

"Nothing is impossible." Ling Yunpo calmly retracted the Qingping Sword and said, "You put too much emphasis on attacking, and your control over the rhythm is basically zero. Your idea of ​​changing your moves can be seen through at a glance. In short... I suggest you reflect on it first."

Guan Zhan walked away with a dark face to reflect.

An Zhisu, who had been watching the whole process, came over and said in confusion:

"Is this Kunlun's chief of the Foundation Establishment Realm? I don't think he has even one eighth of Qiu Changtian's strength."

"Haha." Ling Yunpo smiled faintly, "Qiu Changtian is a rare genius in cultivation. How can ordinary cultivators with insufficient aptitude compare with him?"

"Brother, why do you have no spirit at all when talking about Qiu Changtian?" An Zhisu said dissatisfiedly, "Qiu Changtian is indeed powerful, but you and I are not necessarily inferior to him. Now that we have all formed the golden elixir, we are back to the same starting line. We must have a good competition next time we meet."

Ling Yunpo didn't know what to say and could only laugh awkwardly.

Rather than saying that Qiu Changtian and I are back on the same starting line, it’s more accurate to say that we’ve never widened the gap at all… As for Senior Sister An, she is truly no match for Qiu Changtian, and I won’t go into detail why.

Seeing that his fellow apprentice was unmoved, An Zhisu felt secretly annoyed, so he went to the pavilion and poured himself some monkey wine.

Just after noon, a letter suddenly came from a flying sword. It was the authentic "Sword Flag Order" of Shu Mountain, asking the two immortals Qing Heng and Jiang Xiao to quickly gather at the Yingke Peak of Shu Mountain.

Yingke Peak is located in the northwest of Shushan, near Tianmen Peak. It is also the front line of Shushan’s fight against the Demon Cult.

I saw thousands of streams of light shooting towards the northwest in the sky, and it was obvious that it was not only Qingluo Peak that received the message.

The two of them flew up on their swords and followed the crowd to the Yingke Peak, where they saw that the distance was covered with dark clouds and a spooky aura.

A beautiful girl dressed in white, a charming demon swirling in the sky, this is the position of the Heavenly Demon.

A black robe with silver patterns, an evil look, and ghosts lingering around. This is the position of the Yin Guidao.

Colorful, mixed, chaotic, this is the position of the ordinary life.

In addition, there are foreign monks and Miao people around, but their numbers are too small to form a formation, so we can ignore them for now.

Ling Yunpo and An Zhisu quickly mixed into the main camp of Shushan, and then glared at the opposite side together with the sword immortals, staring at each other.

Nearly half an hour passed and there was still no movement from either side... or perhaps everyone was waiting for the top management to speak, so they gradually became impatient.

However, no matter how annoyed he was, he could not show it in public, as it would ruin his momentum. He could only vent his anger on the other side, gritting his teeth and filled with murderous intent.

Finally, probably having received news from the higher-ups, a green-clothed elder stepped out with a sword. It was Elder Biyun from Cuizhu Peak. He sneered and said:

"How dare you, the ghost mother and slave, come and fight?"

Two screams were heard from the Tianmo Dao, and then two women in white with resentful expressions rushed out and fought with Elder Biyun.

The immortal sword in Elder Biyun's hand was slender and sharp, with silver light flashing as he swung it. A sword energy of nearly a hundred feet long was released with a casual swing, which cut through the various vicious spells of the Ghost Mother and sisters.

The Ghost Mother Elder waved her robe sleeves, and countless demons flew out. A rough count revealed that there were tens of thousands of them, and they surrounded Elder Biyun.

Elder Biyun sneered, and the magic sword in his hand suddenly shone brightly. Endless sword energy shot out in all directions, killing all the demons and even flattening the mountains and forests below.

The ghost mother sister pulled out a sturdy troll in time, stood in front of her to block the sword energy, and her abdomen was almost split in half.

But my sister was unable to dodge and was hit on the shoulder by the sword, and one of her arms flew out immediately.

Before Elder Biyun could finish his sword strike, he saw the ghost mother sister grab the broken arm with one hand and her sister with the other, then she turned into black gas and disappeared like the wind.

Seeing that Shushan had won a victory, the sword immortals immediately became more motivated and fought with high spirits.

Ling Yunpo could see clearly from behind, and knew that the ghost mother and her sisters were not weak at all. With tens of thousands of demons surrounding them at once, if you couldn't come up with a plan to deal with them, you would be eaten up.

It was simply because Elder Biyun was too strong, and the magical sword in his hand was too sharp, that he was able to suppress the opponent... Looking at the horrific remains of the forest below, one could understand how terrifying the power of those sword energies was.

The Tianmo Dao was silent for a moment, and then another beautiful woman pushed through the crowd and flew out, sneering:

"Master Qingyan of the Heavenly Demonic Dao, I would like to learn from the Shushan Sword Immortal's high-level skills."

This person is a Jindan Realm True Person. The Yuanying Elder of Shushan would naturally not lower himself to fight, so a True Person also flew out and shouted:

"Master Yangchang of the Shangqing Sect is going to eliminate demons and defend the Way today!"

Ling Yunpo looked carefully and recognized that this Yang Chang Zhenren was the Jindan Deacon of the Political Affairs Hall, and that he had a grudge against Su Jian.

In previous years, the monthly salary of Qingluo Peak was withheld, and this person was one of the masterminds.

Therefore, other Shushan disciples all hoped that Master Yangchang would win, but Ling Yunpo hoped that both of them would suffer heavy losses, and it would be even better if they died together.

The two men had a disagreement and soon started fighting.

Judging from the appearance of True Person Qingyan, she looks like a royal sister in her twenties. Not only is she beautiful and charming, she can also perform the magic of Heavenly Demonic Sound, which has an extremely powerful charm.

However, Yang Chang Zhenren's Jueqing style has also been cultivated to great depths. No matter how you tease me with your beautiful music, I have a heart of stone and will not listen to you at all. I will kill with a decisive sword without any hesitation.

The two fought for more than fifty rounds, and then the Qingyan Zhenren retreated gracefully with a faint smile.

Zhenren Yangchang distanced himself from her, his expression changing slightly. Suddenly, a ghostly arm stretched out from his shoulder, grabbed his natal sword that had just flown back to him, and stabbed it into his abdomen with a backhand like lightning.

This True Man Qingyan actually used some secret method that no one could see, and quietly planted the demon into True Man Yangchang's body!

Two sword lights quickly rushed out from the Shushan main formation. They were the younger brothers and sisters of Master Yang Chang, who snatched his falling body back to the main formation. Another Shushan elder rushed over quickly, holding Master Yang Chang's brow with two fingers, forcing the inner demon in his sea of ​​consciousness out.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, but Ling Yunpo saw clearly from behind that the flying sword directly pierced Yang Chang Zhenren's dantian, and it was unknown whether the golden elixir was shattered as well.

If even the golden elixir cannot be preserved, then the foundation of Taoism is damaged. Except for some extremely rare treasures from heaven and earth, there is no way to save it, right?

He was just wandering in his mind when he saw a skinny man suddenly rush out from the opposite Yin Guidao formation, smiling sinisterly:

"Old Man Kuzhu of the Yin Gui Dao, I would like to learn the swordsmanship from Master Qingheng of Shushan!"

Lingyunpo:?

No, Elder Biyun specifically named the Ghost Mother sisters, which clearly showed that they had a personal grudge against each other.

Do I know you? Who are you to ask me to fight?

Under the encouraging gazes of the people around him, he could only rush out on his sword with a stern face, sneering a few times in his heart.

shark!