Outside Guangyang City, in the maple forest, on the long road.
Gao Xian was strolling along the long path in the forest holding the Wuji sword. It was dusk, the setting sun was bright and the autumn wind was refreshing. The fiery red maple leaves were as bright and gorgeous as fire under the blood-red sunlight.
A long loess road ran through the maple forest and led all the way to Guangyang City. The setting sun shone obliquely from behind, leaving his long shadow on the long road.
Looking along the long road, you can vaguely see the tall and heavy city walls between the gaps between the fiery maple leaves, and you can also vaguely see the smoke rising above the city walls.
Gao Xian likes this scene very much. The red leaves are light and gorgeous, the city walls are ancient and heavy, and the long road connects the maple forest and the city walls. Nature and people are well integrated into a whole here.
Unfortunately, he lacks a skinny horse, nor are there flocks of crows flying around the trees, and he does not have any heartbreaking sorrows, so he lacks some of the bleak and melancholy beauty, but he is leisurely and relaxed, and has a different kind of interest.
A swordsman in yellow came towards him. He stopped a few feet away from Gao Xian and said in a deep voice, "Demon, this road is blocked."
The yellow-robed swordsman has handsome features and a sharp look between his brows. The dark yellow robe he wears is soft and fine in texture, with thousands of golden runes on it, which makes him look gorgeous and restrained.
He wore a black jade belt with two swords slanted behind his waist. This way of wearing swords was tight and strict, and there was a strong and sharp feeling that he would draw his swords at any time.
Gao Xian smiled slightly and said, "We are all cultivators. It's our first meeting, so why would you speak ill of me?"
The yellow-robed swordsman said sternly: "A demon like you is worth killing. You are not worthy of being my fellow Taoist."
"You are so upright, my friend. I admire you."
Gao Xian didn't care that the cultivators in this world liked to have a legitimate reason to do things, so it was normal to label him as a demon. Besides, he often did this.
In fact, these are all minor details. What cultivators compete with each other on is their cultivation level. Emphasizing legal justice is more of a self-motivation, or to win over comrades and divide enemies.
The yellow-robed swordsman raised his eyebrows. Gao Xian's ambiguous words made him feel very uncomfortable, but he didn't know how to respond with enough force.
As he weighed the pros and cons in his mind, he lost some of his fighting spirit.
A deep, cold voice came from behind: "Fellow Daoist Zhou, why bother talking to this evil demon!"
Gao Xian turned sideways and saw a monk in black walking towards him. The monk had a bald head and bald eyebrows, a lion nose and a wide mouth. He had broad shoulders and back and was nearly eight feet tall. He was very tall and majestic.
What was even more eye-catching was the long stick in the monk's hand, a black stick with a golden dragon on it. Under the setting sun, the golden dragon shone brightly, as if it had come alive.
The black-robed monk looked to be quite old, perhaps in his fifties or sixties, but his body was filled with pure yang energy like a steel furnace, emitting a fierce flame. The two were more than ten feet apart, but his blazing energy had already burned Gao Xian's entire body.
The blood-red maple leaves around were curling and turning yellow under the pure Yang Qi, and the bark was crackling under the high temperature, forming thousands of cracks.
"May I know what your name is, Master?" Gao Xian guessed that the other party should be a master from Tianlong Temple. His sixth-level cultivation was pure and powerful, much more domineering than the yellow-clothed swordsman.
"Tianlong Temple is annihilated."
The old monk in black robes paused the long stick in his hand on the ground and announced his Buddhist name.
Gao Xian looked at the yellow-robed swordsman again, and the yellow-robed swordsman said proudly, "You are traveling around Cangjianzhai."
At this time, the leaves behind Gao Xian shook, and Yan Shijiu, who was covered in silver armor, fell from the sky. He didn't say anything, but just held the Baihong Sword tightly and stared coldly at Gao Xian's back.
Gao Xian turned sideways to look at Yan Shijiu who was standing on the tree. He smiled and greeted him, "Fellow Daoist Yan, nice to see you again."
Yan Shijiu had no expression on his face behind the transparent visor, his eyes were sharp and gloomy, full of murderous intent. He was stabbed by Gao Xian last time and almost died in his hands.
At this time, Gao Xian's Qi was full of pure Yang energy, and he had obviously achieved the Pure Yang state. He did not dare to be careless with such a terrifying demon.
In fact, if it weren't for Juemie and Zhouyou, he would never dare to come to Gaoxian.
It was only because Gao Xian came all the way to Kyoto that they had the opportunity to summon the strong men from the four holy places to block Gao Xian outside Guangyang City.
If Gao Xian enters Kyoto, we will be in big trouble!
Gao Xian didn't get a response from Yan Shijiu, so he smiled and said, "Fellow Daoist Yan seems a little nervous..."
"The demon from outside the domain has sharp teeth and sharp tongue!"
Someone opposite Gao Xian shouted in a low voice, the voice was as cold and sharp as a knife, and naturally revealed a sharp edge.
Looking in the direction of the voice, Gao Xian saw a tall and dignified middle-aged man walking out from the depths of the maple forest. This man wore a golden Xiaoyao crown, a dark blue robe with water patterns, and a long sword with a black sheath at his waist.
The four people blocking the road were all Pure Yang warriors, each with his own aura, but the middle-aged swordsman in blue had the strongest and most domineering aura.
As soon as this person appeared, his concentrated and sharp sword intent was directed across Gao Xian.
The other three Pure Yang warriors all locked Gao Xian with their Pure Yang aura, but they all maintained a certain degree and did not force him too much.
The blue-clad swordsman had no scruples at all, and his strong and sharp sword intent went straight into Gao Xian.
This kind of externalized sword intent is equivalent to drawing a sword and putting it across someone's neck as soon as you meet them. This man does not consider cooperating with others when doing things. He is arrogant and domineering and does things his own way.
"May I know what your name is, friend?" Gao Xian did not care about the other party's arrogance and rudeness. Since both parties were enemies, it was normal for the other party to use any means.
"Ning Que of the Heavenly Sword Sect." The blue-clothed swordsman loudly announced his name, with an air of arrogance and disdain between his brows.
The Yellow Swordsman is also very proud, but in a lonely way. Ning Que is in a high-handed and self-centered way.
This kind of arrogance and aggressiveness will cause harm to everyone around them without any hesitation.
As soon as Ning Que spoke, his aura overshadowed Zhou You, Juemie, and Yan Shijiu. He also completely overshadowed the chubby middle-aged man who appeared last.
The chubby middle-aged man stood below Yan Shijiu, facing Gao Xian's back. He had fair skin, small eyes, and a fat face with a slightly upturned mouth, looking friendly and smiling.
He was wearing a set of khaki armor, which looked very thick and made his figure look rounder.
Although both were wearing armor, Yan Shijiu looked gorgeous and majestic, while the fat middle-aged man looked rather honest and simple, without any imposing manner.
Among the five pure yang warriors, this fat middle-aged man has the most restrained aura, and has a very ordinary feeling.
In Gao Xian's left eye, a dark golden dragon shadow was dancing and spinning, and he had seen through the five Pure Yang warriors inside and out.
The peerless magical power of the Great Power Heavenly Dragon Imperial Magical Treasure Seal can easily see through the strong men of the same level in the human world. Not to mention that the Xuantaitian divine consciousness is difficult to release, and the practitioners are all focused on cultivating themselves, and there are very few related magical powers and secrets.
In his opinion, Yan Shijiu was the weakest among the five present, and the other four had their own strengths. The last one to appear was the middle-aged fat man, whose true Qi was the most powerful.
Ning Que, Zhou You, Juemie and other Chunyang had no idea what Gao Xian was doing, but based on their intuition as sixth-level strong men, they all felt that something was wrong.
Ning Que said loudly: "My fellow Taoists, let me first weigh the strength of the demon. If I cannot defeat you, I will take action later."
Yan Nineteen frowned slightly. He had finally invited the strong men from the four holy places, and had also finally blocked Gao Xian's way.
At this time, we should rush forward and kill Gao Xian. Fighting alone is meaningless! Killing demons and fighting are different from fighting! If Gao Xian seizes the opportunity to escape, it will be troublesome.
But Ning Que was arrogant and thought he was second to none in the world, and never took others seriously. If he spoke out to stop him, he would definitely offend Ning Que greatly.
Given Ning Que's personality, he might deliberately let Gao Xian go, and then go find Gao Xian alone.
Yan Shijiu weighed the pros and cons and didn't dare to speak. He looked at Wan Yongchang below. This strong man from the Wanshou Sect had the best popularity and was also friends with Ning Que.
Among so many people present, only Wan Yongchang could persuade Ning Que.
Wan Yongchang seemed unaware of Yan Shijiu's gaze. He just looked at him with a smile and had no intention of saying anything to stop him.
Juemie is cold and hard, Zhouyou is aloof and arrogant. Although these two do not like Ning Que, they do not think there is anything wrong with Ning Que and Gao Xian acting alone.
How powerful can a mere demon from outside the domain be? ! The five sixth-rank pure yang masters gathered together and would never give Gao Xian any chance.
Ning Que was not seeking everyone's consent, he just informed everyone out of basic courtesy.
He said as he held the hilt of the knife and strode towards Gao Xian.
Please...collect 6...9...books...!
Yan Shijiu, who was standing on the tree, sighed silently. He made a gesture, signaling his men not to act rashly.
There were two thousand Hidden Dragon Guards hidden deep in the maple forest. They were divided into six teams, led by six fifth-order cultivators, the worst of whom were foundation-building cultivators.
Such a huge force, if used well, is enough to surround and kill the sixth-level Pure Yang.
Yan Shijiu was also well aware of Gao Xian's terrifying power, and mobilized all his elite forces for this ambush.
The teams of Qianlongwei were guarding the four directions and observing the battlefield through telescopes, so they could naturally see Yan Shijiu's gestures.
To be honest, the group of Qianlongwei masters were relieved. They really didn't want to get involved in a battle of this level.
With Yan Shijiu's order, many Qianlongwei masters can relax and watch the show.
Ning Que didn't care about Yan Shijiu's arrangements. He held the hilt of the knife and strode towards Gao Xian.
The magic sword on his waist is the most powerful artifact of Tiandao Sect, the Jiuxiao Xuandu Thunder Emperor Sword, and he also practices the "Xuandu Thunder Sutra".
When he was urging the sword intent, his eyes flashed with lightning, and there were faint flashes of lightning wandering around his body. It was the increasingly powerful Xuandu Thunder Sword Force.
The two sides were no more than ten feet apart. Ning Que took big strides and arrived in front of Gao Xian in the blink of an eye.
After a brief build-up of strength, Ning Que's body was now surrounded by lightning like a dragon, and his eyes were blazing with lightning. He was already arrogant and domineering, and now with lightning flashing all around him, he looked like a god.
The turbulent breath caused the maple leaves on the trees to sway and fall. If these maple leaves fell around Ning Que, they would be blown into pieces by the Xuandu Thunder Blade.
Such a mighty power made Guan Zhan Juemie and Zhou You retreat continuously. For a sixth-level Chun Yang, this battlefield was too small.
The Tiandao Sect uses thunder as its sword, and its momentum is the strongest and fiercest. When Ning Que takes action, others cannot cooperate.
If they stand too close, they won't be able to help and will instead affect Ning Que's performance.
Yan Shijiu's eyes were already filled with flashing lightning. He said to Wan Yongchang below: "Brother Wan, Ning Que has such a domineering momentum!"
Wan Yongchang nodded slightly: "To use thunder as the Heavenly Sword, one must have the domineering sword intent to control the heaven and earth. Otherwise, it would be impossible to practice this sword technique..."
Ning Que didn't pay any attention to the Chunyangs around him. His eyes and sword intent were fixed on Gao Xian.
What surprised him a little was that Gao Xian was standing there casually with a sword in hand, looking relaxed, as if he didn't care at all about his sharp sword intent.
Ning Que let out a low shout and pulled out the Jiuxiao Xuandu Thunder Emperor Sword. The blade was four and a half feet long and two and a half inches wide, and the blade was as clear as a mirror.
Under the stimulation of the Xuandu Thunder Blade Energy, countless runes flashed inside the Thunder Emperor Sword, gathering extremely strong and blazing lightning.
Ning Que, holding the magic sword, is like the Thunder Emperor controlling the nine-day thunder, with extraordinary majesty.
The Thunder Emperor's sword slashed through the air, and the shining lightning turned into a sharp electric blade that slashed directly at Gao Xian. The dazzling lightning obscured the blood-red setting sun and the endless red leaves around it.
At this moment, the electric blade transformed by thunder is the only ruler between heaven and earth.
Such a mighty power made several sixth-level pure Yangs watching the battle shudder. No matter how arrogant Ning Que was, he had the power to cut through the heaven and earth with the lightning as his sword. It was worthy of being called the Heavenly Sword!
To everyone's surprise, Gao Xian did not retreat. He casually drew out his sword and blocked the powerful and violent Thunder Emperor's Sword with a single move.
When the swords collided, the sword in Gao Xian's hand, as clear as autumn water, hummed and the light in the blade flowed like rippling water waves.
Ning Que, who was slashing with his sword, was able to unleash the might of the Xuandu Thunder Blade, but he could not suppress Gao Xian's sword. It was like a fierce thunderbolt blasting into the endless river water. No matter how fierce and overbearing the thunderbolt was, its power would be absorbed by the river water.
Ning Que knew something was wrong, and just as he was about to draw his sword, Gao Xian's sword suddenly had an invisible and dense sword energy that stuck to his Thunder Emperor Sword. Ning Que hurriedly activated the Xuandu Thunder Blade Energy again.
Gao Xian lightly turned the Wuji Sword in his hand, pushing the Thunder Emperor's Sword several inches to the side. Ning Que then activated the Xuandu Thunder Blade Energy, and most of it fell into empty space.
Taking advantage of this gap, Gao Xian swung the Wuji sword in his hand and lightly tapped Ning Que's forehead.
Ning Que had already realized that something was wrong, he threw away the Jiuxiao Xuandu Thunder Emperor Sword and turned into a lightning bolt and flew backwards.
The lightning flashed and retreated a hundred feet away. The maple trees were smashed to pieces as the lightning passed by, leaving a straight passage in the forest. Wood chips and leaves were scattered all over the sky above the passage...
Ning Que retreated a hundred feet away and touched his forehead in some doubt. When he saw the blood on his hand, his heart went cold.
The sword intent of annihilation within the sword mark also spread out, dragging his yang spirit and consciousness into endless darkness.
Just as Ning Que's consciousness completely dissipated, he heard Gao Xian sigh softly: "What a pity for this blood-red maple leaf..."
Ning Que was a little angry. He was a sixth-level pure Yang, but he was not as good as a few leaves? But he was no longer able to express his emotions. He fell to the ground with his back to the sky, and there was no breath left.
Juemie and Zhou You both had cold expressions. Seeing Ning Que being killed by Gao Xian's sword, they were actually very shocked in their hearts, but they were able to control their emotions by force.
Even Wan Yongchang, who had always been smiling, had a gloomy face and no smile at all.
Yan Shijiu felt cold all over. He almost died under Gao Xian's sword last time. This time, seeing Gao Xian easily kill the arrogant Ning Que, he was shocked, angry and afraid...
The four top-level sixth-rank Pure Yang masters of the time were all silent at this moment, but this silence was so piercing at this moment! (Second update, and there is a third update~) (End of this chapter)