Zhang Boyan shook his body, and thousands of Demon Heads surged out from the High Cloud above him, charging towards the tip of the sword. At the same time, he said, "Fellow Daoist Zeng, why are you still standing there? Hurry up and attack with me. If we don't finish this person off, do you think he will let you go?"
Zeng Guozhi saw many sword gleams coming towards him, and how could he not know that Shang Qingjun had misunderstood him?
If it was someone else from Fengxiang sword school, he would have the heart to explain. However, this person had always been stubborn and proud. Even if he knew that he was in the wrong, he would not repent. Now that he had attacked, he had completely given up on the idea, and used the golden bell in his hand to protect himself. However, he only managed to block for a short while before he could not hold on any longer.
Shang Qingjun was enraged. He'd always been arrogant, and he'd thought that he'd subdued those who'd tried to win him over earlier. But now that he saw it, it was obvious that he'd been played for a fool. Naturally, he was filled with hatred, and more than half of the hundreds of sword lights were aimed at him.
At the same time, he glanced to the side, and saw that the Demon Heads were torn apart when they collided with the sword gleams. He could not help but laugh mockingly, but soon after, his expression changed. The broken bodies of the Demon Heads merged back together, and they actually left the sword gleams and went straight for him.
He calculated in his mind, and decided to give up on the idea of killing Zeng Guozhi immediately. He summoned dozens of sword shadows back to protect him, and the dozens of sword gleams that were aimed at Zhang Boyan did not change.
Zhang Boyan sneered, and did not dodge. A dove-faced iron plate flew out from the High Cloud, and grew to the size of ten feet with the wind. It hung above his head, and when the sword gleams attacked, there was a dense sound of collision, but they could not penetrate it.
After the thousands of Demon Heads went up, they circled around Shang Qingjun. From time to time, they would rush down and bite, but every time they were cut by the sword gleams, they would reform. He could not find a way to break through them, and could only use the sword Qi to block them.
On the other hand, the pressure on Zeng Guozhi was greatly reduced. Whenever he could free his hand, he would brandish the bamboo stick in his hand and strike it repeatedly.
Shang Qingjun was confident that he was ranked third among the six Profound Swords in Fengxiang sword school. He thought that he would be able to kill the two of them in a few moves, but he did not expect the situation to be reversed. Instead, he was the one who was forced into a sorry state. He roared angrily, and his body and sword became one. A ray of light shot out, smashing through the thousands of demons and killing his way out of the encirclement.
Reaching the sky, Zhang Xuan waved his hand. He gathered all the sword shadows and combined them into a black sword that was about four feet long. Then, he pointed it downwards, and the sword light went straight for Zhang Boyan. The latter was protected by the Dove Face Plate. He stood still and casually cast a few spells on the tablet. In a split second, black clouds appeared and piled up in front of him, blocking him from the wind and rain. The sword light entered the clouds, but it was like a clay ox entering the sea. There were no ripples.
But at the same time, he suddenly heard the sound of metal shattering, and then he let out a muffled groan as he fell to the ground. A large hole had opened up on his back, and blood was flowing out. A damaged golden bell had fallen to the side of his body.
Shang Qingjun laughed maniacally and said, "This is the result of going against me!"
The Hundred Shadow Sword had the ability to confuse the enemy's eyes and ears, and it could change back and forth between the real and the fake. Therefore, when the sword was released, it was often impossible to guard against. Just Now, the sword that was pointed at Zhang Boyan was actually just a sword shadow, while the one that was aimed at Zeng Guozhi was the real sword. As expected, it was hit in one hit.
Zhang Boyan only glanced at it indifferently, and did not look at it anymore. Zeng Guozhi was incompetent, but he could not be blamed.
At this time, two rays of light flew down from the mountain peak. It was Goh Su-min and Senchu. When they saw that Zeng Guozhi was killed, they were stunned and did not know what to do.
Zhang Boyan had been fighting for a long time, but he did not make a move because he was waiting for these two to come out. He shouted loudly, "The two of you, what are you waiting for? Let's kill this person together. If he escapes, how can you, Kwantam-in, live?"
When Shang Qingjun heard this, he snorted coldly and immediately rode his sword to kill, but he was the first to make a move.
Wu and Senchu were still hesitating, but after being forced by him, they were not willing to wait for death. They each took out their magical weapons to deal with him.
When Zhang Boyan saw the two of them fighting, he felt that it was about time. With a burst of mana, he breathed out two gusts of cold air from his nostrils. In a split second, the cold air formed into a sharp sword that radiated cold light.
This was the "Cold Crystal White Bone Sword" that he had worshiped for hundreds of years. He reached out and took out a paper talisman from his sleeve.
On this talisman, there was a little person struggling and twisting. At first glance, it was actually ninety percent similar to Shang Qingjun. He chuckled and clenched his fist. The little person immediately let out a miserable cry.
Shang Qingjun's expression changed abruptly. He seemed to feel the pain as he held his chest. His face showed that he was in pain. He took a few breaths and cold sweat appeared on his forehead. He also felt that something was wrong and shouted, "Who is it that wants to harm me?"
Zhang Boyan smiled sinisterly. This technique was called "Sand Shooting Shadow". It was a sinister supernatural power of the Dark Spring Sect. Usually, it gathered the Qi of the cultivators and stored it in a talisman. When it was cast during a battle, it could kill the enemy in an instant.
Although this technique was powerful, it was also harsh. The cultivator had to gather the Qi of the cultivator within a hundred days. If it was interrupted for a day, the cultivator would have to start all over again. When casting the technique, it had to be within three miles. Therefore, there were very few people in the Dark Spring Sect who practiced this supernatural power.
After joining Zhang Yan, Zhang Boyan felt that he had very few tricks up his sleeves. The powerful supernatural powers of the sect such as "Nine Nether Great Sorrow Wind" and "Soul Dispersing Three Dispelling Qi" were not taught to him. Therefore, he practiced this technique.
Ever since he entered the Viewing Pond Courtyard, he'd collected everyone's Qi activity. Shang Qingjun had been living here for several months, but he'd also secretly done something to him, and Shang Qingjun was completely unaware of it.
A cold light flashed in his eyes and he threw the talisman into the air. Then, he held the tip of the sword and slashed at the talisman. With a "Pu" sound, blood actually spurted out of the talisman.
Shang Qingjun screamed and fell from the sky. His limbs twitched for a moment, and then he stopped moving.
After a moment, a spiritual light suddenly flew out from his chest and went straight to the sky.
Goh Su-min's expression changed. "Not good! It's the Suicide Talisman! Quickly stop it! "
The Suicide Talisman was carried by the elders of Fengxiang Sword School. If they were killed by an enemy, it would fly to inform the sect.
Zhang Boyan's eyes flashed with green light. He immediately shot out a flying nail and nailed the talisman in the air.
Seeing that the talisman was stopped, Wu and Shen finally relaxed. However, they felt cold sweat on their backs.
While the three of them were paying attention to the flying letter, they did not realize that a long shadow had silently emerged from the ground. It slowly crawled towards Shang Qingjun who was lying on the ground, and then burrowed into his nostril aperture. After a few breaths, countless balls of colorful mist had enveloped his entire body.
Zhang Boyan first noticed something was wrong. He raised his hand and dozens of green flames fell down. However, the colorful fog didn't seem to be afraid.
In the blink of an eye, the fog disappeared. However, Shang Qingjun's corpse was nowhere to be seen. Only a small eye appeared out of nowhere.
Wu and Shen looked at each other in bewilderment.
Zhang Boyan looked in that direction and frowned. He said solemnly, "This place is strange. We can't stay here for long. The two of you need to find a way out as soon as possible."
At this time, thousands of zhang below the surface, there was an underground cave. Shang Qing Jun was expressionless as he sat cross-legged on the ground. He glanced at the Hundred Shadow Sword beside him and said, "The Art of Yuan Ling Sword? Don't tell me you still want to seek life in death? "
When the Hundred Shadow Sword heard this, it wanted to jump up and fly away. However, he pinched it lightly and caught it. Although the sword kept jumping, it couldn't break free.
With a strange smile, Shang Qingjun slit his wrist and placed it in front of the sword, allowing the blood to drip onto it. Then he spat out three mouthfuls of foul air onto the sword. The sword turned from black to white, and from white to black. After nine consecutive times, it finally stopped moving.
He picked up the sword and said faintly, "I've been trapped here for ten thousand years. My original body still can't come out. Today, I'll borrow your body. When I gather the Natal Pearl in the future, I'll let you go."
Dong Sheng North Continent, Li Nan Dragon Pillar.
After Mao Wuwei took the Nine-Yellow Pearl, he bade farewell to Qiao Huanjuan and returned to the mountain gate of South Continent with his three Junior Brothers and a group of disciples. However, before he could cross the Five Dragons River, he saw a long rainbow appear in the sky, heading straight for him.
He was startled and reached out to stop the crowd. Then, he stepped out and shouted, "Zhenren Zhang, why are you here?"
As soon as the sword light fell, Zhang Yan waved away the light cloud and appeared. He raised his hand to return the greeting and said, "Sect Leader Mao, I came specially to look for you."
Mao Wuwei laughed and spread out his tattered sleeves. He said, "Daoren, I don't have anything valuable with me. I rely on begging everywhere to survive. I wonder what item is worth Zhenren Zhang's attention?"
Zhang Yan smiled and said, "I came for the pearl under the Dragon Pillar."
After receiving the letter from Zhang Boyan, he secretly guessed that the Nine-Yellow Star Pearl had a great connection with the seal under Kwantam-in. Therefore, he didn't want the pearl to go there again. He decided to try his best to gather all the items in his hands.
As soon as these words came out, the three Zhenren behind Mao Wuwei, Zhenren Chunbai, Shancheng, and Pious all looked nervous.
They had heard of Zhang Yan's reputation. Even Rong Junzhong, who was most likely to achieve the Cave Heaven, was killed by him. If he wanted to take it by force, they might not be his opponent.
Mao Wuwei remained calm and said, "An honest man doesn't do underhanded things. Daoren got a pearl under the Dragon Pillar, but it seems to have nothing to do with Zhenren Zhang, right?"
Zhang Yan bowed and said, "I am willing to exchange two magical weapons for this pearl. What do you think, Sect Leader Mao?"
Mao Wuwei didn't reject him immediately. Instead, he stroked his beard and muttered to himself. After a while, he said, "This old Taoist wants to ask something that I shouldn't ask. This pearl … Does Master Zhang know its origin?"
Zhang Yan replied, "It's also hearsay. I don't know if it's true or not."
He did not hide anything and told him about what he heard from Ji Daoren.
After listening, Mao Wuwei secretly weighed the pros and cons. He then stretched out three fingers and squinted his eyes, "I have three Junior Brothers, but two magical weapons are not enough to go around. It's unfair to one and discriminate against the other. I want three."
Zhang Yan smiled and immediately agreed, "Alright, it's settled then. But the three magical weapons are not with me. Please wait for a moment, Sect Leader Mao, I will send someone to send them over."
The three magical weapons that he placed in the Immortal City had not been exchanged yet. The elixir to refine the White Moon Fruit came from another place. It was useless to keep it there, so it was a good time to exchange it.
Mao Wuwei waved his hand and said, "There's no need for that. I trust Zhenren Zhang. You take the pearl first. When you're free in the future, just remember to send me what you promised me."
He reached into his bosom and took out a copper goblet. With a gentle push, it floated to the front of Zhang Yan.
Zhang Yan raised his eyebrows. He reached out to take it and put it into his sleeve. He nodded and said, "Thank you, Sect Leader Mao, for your help. In ten days or a month, I will definitely send the three magical weapons to your sect."
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