The scene changed and the battle was still going on.

The flying sword flew across the sky and cut off the head of a casual cultivator who had made a mistake.

There was no longer any childish air in Lu Xinghou's body. He had become mature, like a sword that had been tempered a thousand times, shining with a cold light.

Two or three years have passed since he made his debut and killed Guan Zhihu. He has matured, and his every move has the power to crush the enemy.

This time, he was ordered to razing Fuhu Mountain, which had become a den of bandits and was a devastating place.

"Sir, I, Fu Hu Shan, have no intention of becoming your enemy. Please leave as soon as possible."

Inside Fuhu Mountain, the sky was shrouded in clouds and mist, and it was impossible to see what was going on. A rough voice was heard, and it was extremely polite.

In this area, no matter how unruly a cultivator is, when he meets a cultivator from the Immortal Sect, his first thought is not to offend, but to compromise.

"Gathering together in one place and acting recklessly, you know that one day you will be crushed."

After two or three years, Lu Xinghou has seen this kind of situation many times, but he remains calm and has no intention of giving up.

To defeat the bandits, one does not rely on sweet words but fierce force. The will of the Black Abyss Prison cannot be disobeyed.

"Is there really no way to be kind?"

Such a tough answer made Fu Hushan's enthusiasm fade, but there was still a glimmer of hope, so he asked again.

“This is not negotiable.”

Lu Xinghou said coldly.

Although they are not rebellious, the people of the Immortal Sect do have a natural sense of superiority. Once an order is given, there is absolutely no possibility of changing it.

"Brother, don't be polite with him."

"So what if he is from the Immortal Sect? The situation is like this, what can he do to me?"

"If you have the guts, come in and kill them."

In Fuhu Mountain, those brutal and ferocious cultivators could no longer suppress their tempers and started shouting for fighting and killing.

What they are doing is murder and robbery. They dare not do anything and there is no way to end it peacefully. Even if they are cultivators from the Immortal Sect, they will be slaughtered.

"snort……"

Lu Xinghou snorted coldly, moved his body, holding a sharp sword in his hand, and charged into the depths of the clouds.

"Well done."

There were sounds of joy. The group of cultivators in Fuhu Mountain had the advantage of terrain, the blessing of formations, and they were outnumbered. With Lu Xinghou's sudden intrusion, they had a great chance of winning.

A group of people attacked Lu Xinghou.

“Boom…”

Fuhu Mountain shook, and waves of obscure vibrations spread in all directions. The clouds and mist were thick, and the numerous killings and figures were hazy and difficult to guard against.

The most prominent place was the figure of a young man, stern and cold, with a sword in his hand revealing a fierceness, without any sign of cowardice.

"clang"

There was a divine light in his eyes that illuminated the sky. He saw the flaw in the formation and slashed out with his sword. The sword light poured out like black water.

There was a shock all around, and the hazy smoke suddenly dissipated, revealing all the hidden cultivators.

"Impossible, with such an offensive, how can you be a nobody."

The people who controlled Fuhu Mountain were a pair of brothers named Wu Tingsheng and Wu Tingfeng. The former was extremely confident in his own defensive strength, and was extremely surprised to see his formation broken in an instant.

"Are all immortal sect cultivators so powerful?"

Wu Tingfeng's eyes were solemn. His usual understanding of the Guangxiu Immortal Sect only existed on paper. Now that he saw it in person, he realized how true it was.

This is indeed a huge figure, and any cultivator who walks out of him has powerful fighting power.

"Lu is indeed a nobody, but he won't always be a nobody."

The passage of time has brought Lu Xinghou a kind of experience. The Immortal Sect is in turmoil, but the Black Abyss Prison remains strong.

They are rising and prominent.

As a part of it, he must grasp the general trend and take advantage of this trend to raise his own reputation.

"clang"

His heart was beating fast, and the sword in his hand seemed to resonate, making a buzzing sound. The sword energy swept across the sky, filled with a sense of indifference.

"puff"

The man who faced the sword had blood gushing out of his body, his eyes wide open, and he lay down in a pool of blood with unwillingness and fear.

Seeing this, Lu Xinghou became even more cold, his figure passed by like the north wind, the sword energy stunned the wind and snow, and he moved forward and killed two more monks.

"kill"

There was a white-haired casual cultivator who calmed himself down, then suddenly jumped up like a monkey to hurt people, holding a sledgehammer high in the air and smashing it down suddenly. The sound of rumbling thunder could be heard.

"puff"

Lu Xinghou turned around and swung his sword away. The whole process was very smooth, like mountain spring water flowing through a gravel path, or like a breeze blowing away the clouds, naturally.

The white-haired cultivator froze for a moment, and the heavy weapon in his hand fell off powerlessly, but a crack appeared on his neck, which gradually widened and shook the head off his shoulders.

"Don't give him the chance to fight alone."

Wu Tingsheng's eyelids jumped. This cultivator from the Guangxiu Immortal Sect was too fierce. He didn't seem to be bound by the rules at all.

“Buzz…”

He took out a small bell, which was made of hammered red copper. It looked the size of a palm, but was actually as heavy as a thousand pounds.

The small bell spun rapidly, gleaming with brilliant fire, with patterns flickering on its surface, and it struck towards Lu Xinghou with great power.

Lu Xinghou stood tall and firm, his magic power circulated through his arms, and a layer of black light immediately spread over his palms. He hit Xiao Zhong head-on without any hesitation.

"clang"

The sound of metal was heard, and the light of the small bell dimmed a little. It flew backwards and hung on Wu Tingsheng's shoulder, ready to attack at any time.

"Miao Miao Talisman"

At the side, Wu Tingfeng cut his finger and used his blood to draw a talisman in the air. Rays of spiritual light intertwined and entangled.

When the spell was completed, the sky shook and Lu Xinghou felt that the magnetic field was disrupted. The sky around him was hazy and confused. He could not tell up from down, left from right, and it was very dangerous.

“Ding ding ding…”

Wu Tingfeng laughed, circled around, and used a pair of Emei spears, which looked like pear blossoms, waiting for an opportunity to deal with Lu Xinghou.

In such a crisis, Lu Xinghou kept calm, swung the sword in his hand, and always managed to deflect the incoming Emei Spear in time.

Even when Wu Tingsheng used the small bell to attack again, he used his sword to move wildly, like waves on the sea, and actually repelled the enemy.

This was a foolproof operation, which frightened the Wu Tingsheng brothers. It was obvious that the enemy had the talisman in his hand, but they didn't know where to start.

“There are some tricks.”

Lu Xinghou was thinking about how to break the impasse and was silent for a moment. When he moved again, the edge of the sword was shining brightly, like a scorching sun emerging in the darkness.

"Brother, be careful!"

Wu Tingfeng was shocked and realized what had happened. He pulled Wu Tingsheng and asked him to retreat.

The next moment.

The blazing and surging sword intent was as aggressive as fire, spreading through the surrounding void. A talisman appeared, floating with flames, and turned into ashes.

At the same time, Wu Tingfeng's figure flickered and disappeared from the spot.

"ah!"

Wu Tingsheng's eyes suddenly turned red, and he let out a roar. His magic power broke through his meridians, and his body was shining with blood. He was like a ball of fire burning wildly, and he was going to die together with Lu Xinghou.

There were earth-shaking waves spreading from the empty sky, and yellow dust rolled up, covering up the strong smell of blood.

Finally! Lu Xinghou walked down from Fuhu Mountain.

…

"If you disturb the order of the Immortal Sect, you shall be killed!"

He repeated the killing.

This time, it was a vicious monk with profound Taoism and powerful escape techniques, making him extremely difficult to deal with.

Lu Xinghou chased the other party for ten days and ten nights. During this period, his magic power was exhausted many times. He swallowed elixirs to speed up his journey. Until he forced the monk to be unable to bear it anymore, the two of them started a decisive battle.

He risked inflicting heavy damage, and his sword broke the monk's golden body and cut the hard bones directly.

…

Kill, kill, kill.

There was unrest in the border areas and the killing continued.

Lu Xinghou never stopped killing cultivators who took advantage of the situation and people from the Langya Immortal Sect. In order to get ahead, he killed for another seven years.

He was very tired, but he enjoyed it. The feeling of becoming stronger every moment was hard to let go.

But he is not the only one working hard. Every Dark Blade monk is silently contributing.

"The Shuiying Sect is colluding with the Langya Immortal Sect and should be destroyed."

This year, Yang Li was in high spirits and led the 11th Dark Blade Team to eliminate one stronghold after another. His prestige was high and he made many military achievements.

According to secret reports, the Shuiying Sect and the Langya Immortal Sect reached an agreement in private, became rebels, and fought against each other, doing things that harmed the Guangxiu Immortal Sect.

There was no room for such a disloyal affiliated sect, so they were surrounded immediately.

"Grand Elder, the Immortal Sect is here to suppress us."

Pan Hang was the leader of the Shuiying Sect. When he saw the people from the Xian Sect coming with such aggressive momentum, he knew that he was finally exposed.

He did not dare to act on his own and hurried to the ancestral temple. In front of each tablet sat an old man in gray clothes. His eyes were calm and he looked very peaceful.

This is the supreme elder of the Shuiying Sect. He has the highest combat power, the highest seniority, and the power to make the final decision.

"Since we have chosen this path, we must be determined to go all the way. If they come to kill us, we will kill them all, and then the entire sect will leave and join the Langya Immortal Sect."

Ying Xingyu looked indifferent. He thought he had known that this day would come. Once the truth was revealed, he didn't need to think too much and immediately acted according to the plan.

"yes!"

Pan Hang knew what was going on. He knew the decision roughly when he came. Hearing this, he showed no emotion. He bowed and went out to kill the enemy.

At the gate of Shuiying Sect, the formation slowly dissipated, but Pan Hang intended to take the heads of the Guangxiu Immortal Sect cultivators as a token of his allegiance to the Langya Immortal Sect.

Thus, the eleventh team of Dark Blade, like a flood rushing out of a strong pass, went straight into the heart of the bandits.

Yang Li drew his sword and looked around excitedly. He had been killing and fighting in various places for twenty years in order to accumulate military merits and sit on the vacant position of commander.

The Shuiying Sect is a big fish with strong strength, and it is also a second-rate immortal cultivation sect. If it is destroyed, his prestige and means will be greatly enhanced.

At this time, the position of commander was really within reach.

"roar"

Normally, Yang Li has an upright style and he always rewards those who have made contributions. The monks of Dark Blade Team 11 also respect him. They were very willing to help carry the body in at the final moment.

Moreover, with such an old boss promoted to commander, their future is bright.

The army's morale was high, and the eleventh Dark Blade team was like a sharp sword, slashing in all directions and wiping out the Mizukage Sect.

"You are so brave to use my Shuiying Sect as a stepping stone."

The rumbling sound raged across the sky.

Pan Hang rushed over, thinking that as the master of the sect's Taoist lineage, it was easy for him to deal with a small group of cultivators.

"You are the strongest in the Water Shadow Sect?"

Yang Li was not angry but happy. The man who came was very powerful and must have great authority in the Shuiying Sect. To capture the thief, one must first find the king. By killing him, victory would be secured immediately.

"I am the leader of the Shuiying Sect. There is also a supreme elder in the sect, but there is no need for him to come. I can suppress you by myself."

Pan Hang stood with his hands behind his back, full of confidence. The Shuiying Sect was not weak. They had two people in the foundation-building stage and were well-known figures in the same level. Otherwise, they would not be qualified to join the Langya Immortal Sect.

"Sect Master? Okay, I'll kill you first, and then the so-called Supreme Elder."

Yang Li nodded slightly. The more powerful people from the Shuiying Sect, the better. They could be pushed forward and used as stepping stones.

"The Universe Is Right"

He was eager in his heart and longed for achievement, but when it came to action, he did not look down on others. Instead, he took advantage of Pan Hang's contempt and launched a powerful offensive.

The sword is placed horizontally, carrying the pure energy of the sky. Once the sword intent moves, it is boundless and will overwhelm any resistance.

"The thieves are fierce."

Immediately, Pan Hang's heart was shaken, and the indifference on his face disappeared, turning into deep panic.

He summoned a flying sword, which surrounded his body, condensing into a mighty force of mountains and rivers, suppressing the land and dividing the rolling sword intent.

"uh-huh……"

Unfortunately, he was silent and his flying sword was at a disadvantage, so he was unable to completely disperse his offensive, allowing dozens of sword intentions to break through the protective spells and invade his body, causing him to let out a muffled groan.

"You, the sect leader, have some tricks, but I am determined and cannot be stopped."

After Yang Li struck with the sword, his eyes were sharp and he saw Pan Hang's background clearly. This man's cultivation was not bad, but just so-so.

“Boom…”

He practiced his skills, and the magic power in his dantian surged out like water from a dam, mighty and powerful, pushing his own power to the peak.

Then, he pressed forward with great momentum, one hand as heavy as the sky, pressing down. Layers of shackles appeared in the void, and in an instant it collapsed and exploded, containing the two realms of sealing and destruction.

"drink!"

Pan Hang shouted, and with great difficulty broke free of the sealing force on his body. When he was free, he came forward with a horizontal move.

His mind was confused and his thoughts were empty, but he still relied on his instinct, gathered his magic power, and struggled forward.

"Bang"

The magical powers of the two men collided in the empty sky. Waves of chaotic energy swept across like turbulent waves, overturning one palace after another.

Suddenly, Pan Hang's arms bent, and he had no chance of turning the situation around. Yang Li pressed down with one hand and hit him on the head.

"Grand Elder..."

Pan Hang's mind collapsed immediately, but he still held on and glanced at the ancestral temple with worry in his eyes.

"Could it be that the elite of the Immortal Sect are here to kill us?!"

At this moment, a hint of suspicion flashed across Ying Xingyu's eyes. The commotion outside was too loud, and many palaces were destroyed. It was obvious that the people from the Immortal Sect were coming with great momentum.

However, if the person who came was really a strong man, Pan Hang would have informed him long ago and escaped with his family property.

This unclear situation soon came to an end.

"Bang"

A stream of energy rushed over, and the ancestral hall of the Shuiying Sect shook. The door shattered, and a handsome young man walked in. He looked at a group of shaking tablets and the old man Ying Xingyu with a serious look in his eyes.

"Where is Pan Hang?"

Ying Xingyu was both shocked and angry. This was the ancestral temple, the place where all the ancestors of the Shuiying Sect were worshipped. It was quiet and solemn and could not be disturbed.

At the same time, there was a hint of fear in his heart. Pan Hang went out to kill the enemy, but the enemy still came to the ancestral temple. It seemed that the situation was not optimistic.

"No need to shout, he's gone first."

Yang Li said calmly.

"You killed him."

Ying Xingyu was filled with murderous intent. Pan Hang was the foundation of the Shuiying Sect. After his death, he was the one who could take up the main responsibility. Now he was dead. When he reached old age and passed away, wouldn't there be no foundation to guard the sect?

"As a subordinate of the Immortal Sect, you are a traitor. You should know that a disaster will befall you one day."

Yang Li responded indifferently. The reason why Guangxiu Immortal Sect had been able to stand in the border area for thousands of years was not because of its gentleness, but because of its iron-bloodedness like a hegemon.

In this area, all cultivators must abide by their rules, and violators will be killed without mercy.

"It's already been done. What's the point of you saying this?"

Ying Xingyu understood everything and knew that it was a dark road. He had to go all the way and could not quit halfway.

The only miscalculation was that Pan Hang died, causing the Shuiying Sect to lose a major shelter.

"kill!"

His eyes turned and fell on Yang Li, murderous intent revealed. He moved his feet like a blue phoenix, incredibly fast. He grabbed him with one claw, causing an explosion in the void, extremely brutal.

"Buzz"

Yang Li was still on high alert, and even learned from Pan Hang that this was the Grand Elder of the Shuiying Sect, so he did not hold back when he used the Qiankun Yizheng Sword Technique.

The sword light condensed, combining the righteous energy of heaven and earth, with a heavy momentum, and like an axe splitting a mountain, it carried an unparalleled sharpness.

"Whoosh"

Ying Xing frowned and stepped back. This sword was really fierce and could not be resisted head-on.

Yang Li took advantage of the situation and attacked like wind and fire. His sword moves were like a downpour, unstoppable and enveloped Ying Xingyu.

"puff"

Ying Xingyu dodged repeatedly, but eventually lost the initiative and his shoulder was hit. Blood flowed out, staining half of his robe red.

"Young man, there are people out there who you can't bully."

Seeing the blood, he became extremely ferocious. He also had the revenge for Pan Hang and the urgent need for the sect to be in danger, so he really used all his power, regardless of the cost.

“Boom…”

The sky was shaking, as if a powerful figure had descended. His tall body was pressing on Ling Qi, and every move he made was filled with tremendous force.

Ying Xingyu raised his head to the sky and let out a long roar, swallowing up a piece of sky light. He formed seals with his hands, looking majestic and sacred, and suppressed Yang Li.

"drink"

Yang Li took a deep breath, and his magic power circulated throughout his body. His muscles glowed slightly, with a bit of the charm of physical cultivation.

His sword did not cut, but stretched across the sky. Then he pressed forward, all his strength and magic power concentrated into one.

The seal hit the sword, causing it to shake violently. Yang Li's stance did not tilt, but the terrifying aura passed through the sword, into his hands, and then spread to his body.

His tall body stood firm, as strong as a rock, but blood was already flowing from his mouth and he was badly injured.

"kill"

Yang Li did not retreat. A fierce aura emerged from his body. The hand holding the sword was very steady. The sword was suddenly pulled out, smashing the dim treasure seal and slashing towards Ying Xingyu's face.

"This boy is too fierce."

The dazzling sword light made Ying Xingyu narrow his eyes slightly. Looking at the determined figure, he felt a little suppressed.

He used his finger as a sword, piercing through the chaotic spiritual energy with great speed and force, and touched the blade.

"clang"

The sound of swords striking each other was heard.

Yang Li's arm trembled slightly as he stretched it back, and he looked a little weak, but the smooth blade of the sword was stained with blood.

Ying Xingyu's two fingers were cut off, leaving deep sword marks on his metacarpal bones, which were white, bloody and extremely terrifying.

"Burn your potential, kill the enemy."

A faint smell of blood and stirring dust, Yang Li's hair was disheveled and blood was oozing from the corners of his mouth, but his eyes were extremely firm.

He wanted to kill the enemies, destroy the Shuiying Sect, and move towards the position of leader.

“Boom…”

His situation was not very good. His magic power was exhausted and his spirit was low, but he still gritted his teeth and held on, burning his potential to push his power to the peak.

In an instant, his combat power approached that of the late Foundation Establishment Realm, and his actions were even more extraordinary, as he put all his strength into the sword.

When the sword was slashed down, Ying Xingyu's face changed color. He quickly squeezed out all the magic power in his body, embraced Hunyuan with both hands, and evolved Yin and Yang to respond.

"well……"

It's too late.

I don’t know if it was because Yang Li was too fierce, or if Ying Xingyu was too old and no longer had the courage of his youth, but as the sword passed by, he let out a sigh, and died.

Afterwards, the Mizukage Sect was destroyed without any suspense.

The roar of the Dark Blade Eleventh Team shook the sky. Yang Li's prestige and achievements increased greatly, and he was like a rising star.

Seems to have some feelings.

"It's been twenty years, and it's time to give a reward to those monks who fought so hard."

In the deepest part of the Black Abyss Prison, a pair of clear eyes opened, as if they had seen the progress of the Dark Blade Monk for twenty years, and finally made a decision.

(End of this chapter)