"What's going on with the Shaoyang Sect? They're occupying the questioning platform in the Sword Pavilion. Qingxuan, go and get them to leave." Ancestor Qingyun was sitting in the cloud tent, her voice was stern, and compared to her previous hoarse voice like an old woman, she now gave people the feeling of a mature woman with still some charm.

"Mother... uh, ancestor, the question is, our relationship with Jian Ge is not very good, why should we help Jian Ge?" Taoist Qingxuan was confused and bowed, "The leader of Shaoyang Sect has already reached the Great Perfection of Spiritual Transformation at a young age, why not help him?"

"Are you going?"

A sense of pressure spread within the cloud tent.

Taoist Qingxuan's expression changed drastically.

녊To turn around and execute the order of Qingyun Patriarch,

Suddenly, I felt a powerful force coming from the sky.

The sky above them suddenly darkened. Everyone looked up at the sky and saw a gigantic chariot passing by, blocking out the sun. It was much wider than the suspended peak where the Questioning Platform was located. It was pulled by nine young dragons in front, and the sound of chains shaking could be heard incessantly as it flew.

"Which sect's flying boat is this?"

"Look at that flag...oh my god, is it Jian Ge?"

"Isn't Jian Ge very shabby? Where did they build such a large flying boat? They even caught nine dragons to pull the flying boat...Won't the demon tribe settle accounts with them?"

Everyone looked at the holy temple in amazement.

Shengxuan slowly stopped between Fushan Mountain where Qingyun Sect and Shaoyang Sect were located.

Boom boom boom——!

Nine giant bronze pillars dropped from the chariot and penetrated deeply into the mountain below. The nine dragons coiled around the bronze pillars, stabilizing the floating chariot like a lock.

When the sound died down, the entire secret realm was silent for a moment, and all the cultivators stared at this scene in astonishment.

"Who said that just now? Isn't Jiange very poor?"

“No, I don’t know…”

On the holy pavilion.

Chen Huai'an looked around and asked suspiciously, "Master Su, didn't you say that our Jian Pavilion, as one of the major sects, has a dedicated Fushan Dojo? Where is it?"

Su Qinian looked unhappy, but he smiled and pointed at the Fushan Mountain with the Shaoyang Sect's flag hanging on it: "Ancestor, the Fushan Mountain over there belongs to our Jian Ge..."

"Are you sure?" Chen Huaian narrowed his eyes as he looked at the flag on Fushan Mountain.

"determine."

"Then why did someone go up there?"

"Ancestor, they occupied our Jian Ge's dojo." Yue Xiaochi held Li Qingran's arm, hoping that the world would not be in chaos, and said, "They think that our Jian Ge is easy to bully!"

"Interesting." Chen Huaian snorted coldly.

"Disciple, give me the sword."

Upon hearing this, Li Qingran handed the Black Scale Sword in his arms to his master with both hands, then stepped back and stood obediently with Yue Xiaochi.

Su Qinian was stunned. Seeing Chen Huaian's unfriendly expression, he said, "Grandmaster, are you going to..."

"I think this dojo is too small and not suitable for our sword pavilion. Let's chop it."

Chen Huaian trembled his wrist slightly, and the three-inch black scale sword scabbard was released. The sword body trembled, and the terrifying sword power caused the surrounding floating mountains to sink a little.

Huh——!

An invisible sword aura spurted out thinly and violently.

Like a giant rafter swinging down, it carved a crack in the sky.

The clouds rolled and fled to the sides, and the twilight was torn into sparks by the sword's force.

When the sword energy touched Mount Fushan, there was no roar, no tremor - only a ray of light was seen shining through from the depths of the sword mark, and the entire Mount Fushan was instantly cut in two. The natural magic array inside the mountain took effect, and the two sections of the mountain separated to the left and fell towards the mountains below.

"Who is it?"

In the collapsing Fushan Mountain, disciples of the Shaoyang Sect could be seen fleeing, and there was also an angry roar: "Who dares to destroy my Shaoyang Sect's dojo!"

A monk with unruly bearded hair flew in front of the chariot. He looked middle-aged, with red spiritual energy gushing out of his body. However, his crown seemed to have been cut off by a sharp weapon, and his hair was disheveled, making him look really ferocious.

"I chopped it." Chen Huai'an looked at the leader of Shaoyang Sect, and put his thumb on the sword guard: "This Fushan is the Jian Ge Dojo, why can't I chop my own dojo? The sword just now didn't hurt anyone in your Shaoyang Sect, but I can't guarantee that I can do it again."

“You…” Zhang Tinghai, the leader of Shaoyang Sect, knew he was in the wrong, and he was still angry even though he avoided her gaze. Seeing that Chen Huai’an had also reached the Great Perfection of Spiritual Transformation, he couldn’t help but feel more confident: “You haven’t come to Jian Ge for a while, how about we, the Shaoyang Sect, occupy the dojo first? If you don’t like it, you can ask us to give it back to you. What can’t you say nicely? What’s the point of coming up and chopping with a sword?!”

"You have so many excuses for occupying the Jiange Dojo!? You are so shameless! I will kill him!"

Yue Chi was behind the fire.

"Where did this arrogant kid come from? Slap him in the face!"

Zhang Tinghai used his magical power Shaoyang Palm, and a huge hand of red flame condensed in the air grabbed Yue Xiaochi.

He was ready to let each of them step down.

This palm strike injured Yue Chi, so the sword strike just now doesn't count.

In recent years, Jian Ge has been keeping a low profile and has not argued with any sects, except for the flying boat that passed by the top of Jian Ge Mountain and the Immortal Conference.

But the former was making trouble on his own plate, and although the latter fought fiercely, Lingxi Valley knew the truth. Many sects did not want to pursue that little damage anymore, and a small number of sects thought that it was Qingyun Sect who did it, and dared not speak out.

When the Demon Sect was being besieged, he was in seclusion and had no idea of ​​the specific situation.

So in Zhang Tinghai's view, Jiange is lonely.

In addition, he had just entered the state of great perfection of spiritual transformation, so he was indeed quite bloated.

However, he underestimated Jian Ge's degree of protection and Jian Ge's strength, especially Chen Huai'an's strength.

Su Qinian and every elder in the Sword Pavilion looked at the giant flaming hand and placed their hands on the sword hilt.

Chen Huai'an is faster.

A beam of cold light suddenly broke through the twilight, leaving only the remnant of a human figure.

Wherever the sword light passed, it left behind seven layers of water vapor afterimages, some stabbing, some picking, some chopping, and some slashing.

Chen Huai'an's body returned to its original state, and the seven-fold residual image also condensed a thin sword aura.

The sword energy instantly tore the giant flaming palm apart, and continued to cut into Zhang Tinghai's shoulder's "Tianzong" and "Jianjing" two major acupoints without slowing down, severing the meridians and instantly eliminating the spiritual energy protection.

Then I heard a hissing sound.

As the blood mist gushed out, the entire severed arm was chopped into pieces while it was still in mid-air, and Zhang Tinghai still maintained the posture of holding his hand.

"Ah!" Zhang Tinghai staggered back.

He stared at the long sword still in its sheath and roared, "Impossible! You clearly didn't draw the sword..."

The voice stopped abruptly.

Chen Huai'an's sword finger lightly stroked the frosty blade, but the three-foot green blade was always hidden in the sheath.

What just severed Zhang Tinghai's arm was just the sword energy leaking out of his sword moves!

At this moment, the dusk is like water splashing,

Everyone saw the sword energy ravine that penetrated a hundred feet:

Below, a deep valley opened up along the ridge.

The cut is as smooth as a mirror!

"Even if the juniors of my Sword Pavilion are not as good as me, they will be punished by the elders of my Sword Pavilion."

Chen Huai'an's eyes were as cold as ice, and his sword intent locked Zhang Tinghai.

"The sword I just used is called Rising Wind Breaking Waves.

If you don't want to experience the power of the Black Scale Scabbard,

Then you better get out of my sight as soon as possible...!"

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