The young Daoist flew up into the sky and stood on the clouds. He said to Zhang Yan, "Are you from Qincang School?"
Zhang Yan also slowed down and looked over, asking, "May I know who you are?"
The Daoist smiled, and with a bit of arrogance, he said with his hands behind his back, "I am Ding Qun from Primordial Yang Sect. I am an old friend of Chen Ziyi from your sect. I heard that you are one of the top ten disciples of Qincang School today. You should call me Senior Uncle."
Zhang Yan thought for a moment. He had heard of Chen Ziyi's name before. This person was one of the top ten disciples in the past, and he had only entered Dao slightly later than Qi Yuntian. However, during the internal strife of Qincang School 200 years ago, this person was killed by someone with a single sword.
It wasn't just this person, even the 10 great disciples of the same generation as him had been completely annihilated by him. Up until now, their corpses had probably already rotted away. This person did not know about this, and thought that he was "invited" by Jiuling Sect before the internal strife of Qincang School. He said with a smile, "You are just a marionette, an evil spirit. What right do you have to be my elder?"
Ding Qun said angrily, "Who is your master? Even if the teachers of Qincang School were here, they wouldn't dare to disrespect me."
Zhang Yan laughed. Even if this person was really friends with the teachers of Qincang School, Zhang Yan did not take it to heart. He said, "I don't care where you are from, and I don't care what your identity was in the past. I just want to talk to you because you are still sane. If you know what's good for you, then move aside and let me kill the demons. If you stand in my way, I will just kill you as well."
When Ding Qun heard these words, he was filled with anger. However, he was still calm and said coldly, "Since that is the case, then I will teach you a lesson on behalf of your elders. Otherwise, you will not know your place."
Zhang Yan could not be bothered to talk to him anymore. He waved his sleeves, and a sword light suddenly appeared, slashing down. Ding Qun laughed coldly. The three clouds above him trembled, and a wisp of golden Qi descended, forming two streaks of sword projections. One flew into the air to block the sword pellet, while the other counterattacked.
Although Zhang Yan's words belittled this person, in reality, he had never looked down on his opponent. The Taoist techniques and magical treasures on him were about to move, waiting for the right opportunity to release them.
However, this person only used Golden Qi to face the enemy and did not even use the sword plate under his feet. He immediately knew that he was being careless, so he didn't hold back any longer. He first blasted the incoming sword qi away with a bolt of divine lightning, and then he suddenly let out a loud shout. His voice resounded through the clouds, and the sword qi in midair split into 36 rays. They charged forward together.
For Yan Huixin to ask this person to come out and fight, he must be extraordinary. If Yan Huixin didn't kill him in one strike, it would be troublesome once he reacted. Thus, the moment he found an opening, he immediately used his fastest method.
Ding Qun did not expect Zhang Yan's flying sword technique to be so sharp. From what he knew, while there were a few sword cultivators in Qincang School, they were not very brilliant. He had even fought against Shaoqing disciples before, so why would he care about a junior?
However, at this moment, when he saw the 36 Sword Balls slashing through the air, the sharp and cold light coming right at his eyebrows, he was instantly shocked. He instinctively activated his spiritual power, and thousands of Sword Lights flew out from the cloud like a storm going against the flow.
Zhang Yan smiled coldly. He used his sword light to twist the sword qi, and the sword qi was cut off. The sword light dispersed and split into two parts, slashing downwards.
Yan Huixin watched the battle from behind. He had hoped that Ding Qun would be able to achieve something, but at this moment, he saw that Ding Qun had revealed a flaw. He thought to himself, "It's not appropriate for me to stay here. If Ding Qun wins, it's fine. But if he loses, won't I be implicated by him? Why don't I escape first? "
As soon as this thought appeared in his mind, he silently rode a streak of light and flew away without looking back.
Ding Qun was shocked and angry at the same time. He didn't dare to underestimate his opponent anymore. He knew that once he was suppressed by a sword cultivator, he would most likely die. Therefore, he didn't give in at all. With a shout, he raised two fingers and pointed outwards. A vigorous and vigorous golden Qi pierced through the blue sky and wrapped around the incoming sword light, slowing it down. He reached out his other hand from his sleeve and spread his fingers. A cloud of white smoke appeared and blocked another sword light that was coming at him from another direction.
As for the last sword light, he could not think of anything. Thus, he could only force out all the mana in his body and desperately maintain the protective treasure light. Five sword lights slashed down and clashed with the treasure light. However, after a series of clangs, the treasure light did not break.
Ding Qun cultivated a divine art that almost no one in the Primordial Yang Sect could cultivate. It was called the "True Spirit Eyes". It could see through the truth of Dao techniques during fights and see how powerful they were. This technique, coupled with his extremely brilliant Primordial Yang Sword Technique, allowed him to use every bit of mana perfectly. He was a cultivator who could unleash his offense and defense to the extreme. Not only that, the ordinary Dao techniques of the Devil Sect were mostly useless in front of him.
It was also because of this reason that Yan Huixin's master lured him here in order to get rid of this disciple who was a great threat to the Devil Sect.
With just a glance, he had already determined that the sword-light was inferior to the Shaoqing Sword Art. Moreover, his protective treasured light had been refined with the Golden Hepta Essence Qi. He knew that a dozen sword-lights would not be able to do anything to it. Now that he tried it, it indeed proved that his judgment was correct.
Zhang Yan had many tricks up his sleeves. He had more than one way to kill his enemies. Even though his flying sword technique could not defeat his enemy, he had actually restrained Ding Qun. Thus, he waved his sleeve, and three hundred drops of Heavy Serene Yin Water spilled out with a loud bang.
A dim light flashed in Ding Qun's eyes. He could tell that the inconspicuous heavy water actually hid great power, and he was very anxious. In order to resist the sword force, he had already used all his skills. At this moment, he could no longer do anything. If he had a magic treasure with him, he could block it. However, because he was willing to get on the spirit flag, he had already left all his belongings to the disciples of the sect before he was imprisoned. His sleeve was already empty. At the moment of danger, he bit the tip of his tongue and spat out a mouthful of blood at the cost of his vitality.
The blood mist contained a mouthful of Vital Qi and Baleful Qi that he had refined. It was not much weaker than his Natal Magic Sword. At this moment, it rushed out and blocked the Heavy Serene Yin Water as expected.
Because he was extremely confident in his judgment, he did not look closely after a glance and turned his gaze away.
But right at this moment, a drop of heavy water that was dark and gloomy like a speck of ink easily knocked away the Blood Essence and flew over. Bang! It struck onto the treasured light that protected his body, and it instantly shattered into pieces.
Being hit by this sudden attack, Ding Qun's body shook and he staggered on the cloud. Blood flowed out of the corner of his mouth from the wound on his tongue.
Although he had the "True Spirit Eye", among the three hundred and sixty-five drops of heavy water, there was only one drop of Xuanming Heavy Water. After it mixed with the heavy water, he did not manage to see through it in a hurry and let it slip through.
With this miscalculation, the magic power that was originally used to block the sword light was immediately broken. The thirty-six sword lights were no longer blocked and immediately rushed in.
No matter how good Ding Qun was at adapting to the situation, he was helpless in this situation. He thought about how he had given up his position as a direct disciple of the Yuan Yang Sect for the past two hundred years in order to let his dead wife reincarnate. He had become a puppet of the Yuan Yang Sect and was about to die here. He could not help but feel sad. At this moment, a resentful thought came out of nowhere and he said in his mind, "Even if I have to die, I will drag this person to hell with me!"
As soon as this thought came out of his mind, the hostility in his heart rose. He roared like a trapped beast and pointed his finger at the sky. A wisp of Vital Qi emerged. If one looked carefully, they would find that it was a small crystal sword that was less than half a finger long. It was condensed by pure Vital Qi. After it came out of the tip of his finger, it flashed and disappeared without a trace.
Ding Qun had just completed this action when the sword light above his head rolled down like a waterfall. In an instant, he was dismembered by the swords, and with another twist, he was chopped into countless pieces of minced flesh that rained down.
About ten miles away from Zhang Yan, two sword lights were flying over. They were the Yang couple of the Yuan Yang Sect. Yang Bi suddenly let out a cry of surprise and stopped. He turned around and said in surprise, "My wife, did I sense it wrong? That kind of aura, isn't it our Yuan Yang Sect's Natal Magic Sword?"
Zhu Xin was also surprised and said, "My husband is right, I also sensed it."
They looked at each other and Yang Bi said in a deep voice, "Let's go and have a look."
The Yuan Yang Sect's Natal Magic Sword could only be practiced by a few people in his generation. At this moment, he should still be in closed-door training. If it was an elder, he wouldn't have come here without an order. However, it was also impossible for a disciple of the Yuan Yang Sect to learn it. Most likely, it was the devil sect's doing. Therefore, the two of them decided to go and have a look.
After killing Ding Qun, Zhang Yan frowned. He had a feeling that something was wrong. However, he didn't relax his mind and kept his guard up.
Suddenly, a wave of coldness enveloped his upper body, and he felt as if he'd fallen into an icehouse. Right at this moment, a clear cry sounded out, and the World Leaf suddenly flew out from between his brows. It took the initiative to greet a small sword that was condensed from vital energy in the sky. However, this small sword seemed to be an illusion, and it passed through the treasure without any obstruction.
Zhang Yan's reaction was exceedingly sharp. At the instant the World Leaf flew out, he'd already executed the Minor Universe Teleportation and instantly teleported over 1km away, causing the small sword to turn around without any rhyme or reason and continue stabbing towards him.
Zhang Yan's eyes narrowed slightly. He could feel that if he allowed this thing to attack him, it would definitely kill him.
Since he started fighting with the sword, this was the first time that he had encountered something that could threaten his life. Therefore, he didn't stop and continued to use his divine abilities. His figure disappeared and reappeared in the void. Fortunately, his magic power was profound, and he was able to move more than 20 miles away in one breath. His magic power was still not exhausted. But even so, the magic sword still followed him.
This sword was the Natal Magic Sword of a cultivator of the Yuan Yang Sect. It was condensed by the cultivator's essence, qi, and spirit. It was transparent and invisible. When the sword slashed out, it would follow the Qi activity of the cultivator, and it would be useless even if the target fled thousands of miles away. If there was no way to break it, the target would definitely be killed.
This sword was launched by Ding Qun with anger before her death. Compared to the original extremely pure Natal Magic Sword, it was slightly different. It was supported by a strand of evil aura that was tainted with Demonic Will. As long as the Qi activity of the cultivator didn't dissipate, the sword would not disperse.
At such a critical moment, Zhang Yan was still extremely calm. He relied on the escape art to dodge in the air. However, he couldn't continue like this. He thought to himself, "Everything in the world has a way to break it. This thing seems to be condensed by Vital Qi and Killing Intent. If it's like this, I can try using that thing."
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