Ever since the young cultivator waved the small flag, he had been observing the movements on the island. Not long after, a cloud of light slowly flew out from the island. He knew that the person below couldn't bear it any longer and was forced to come out. He couldn't help but smile.
After Wang Nanxiao arrived in the sky, he hid in the cloud and looked at his opponent from afar. He was secretly shocked. After not seeing him for a long time, this demon's cultivation seemed to have improved again.
One must know that when one's cultivation reached the Yuanying realm, it would take a long time to polish every little bit of cultivation if it wasn't in a blessed place. However, this person defied common sense. It was very likely that he had a fortuitous encounter recently.
He suddenly lost confidence. He hesitated for a moment and turned to Zhang Yan, cupped his hands and said, "This demon's magic power seems to have improved again compared to the last time. Daoist Lu and I will fight with him first."
Although he wanted to borrow the strength of Zhang Yan, he was afraid that once he showed up, he would scare the opponent away.
Based on the speed of this demon's cultivation, the next time he came, his mana would be even stronger. At that time, no one would be able to resist him. He needed to take this opportunity to get rid of him once and for all.
Zhang Yan smiled faintly and nodded.
Wang Nanxiao and Daoist Lu greeted and both of them went to the front. They coldly cupped their hands and said, "Greetings, Daoist Li."
The young cultivator laughed and returned the greeting. He said confidently, "Wang Daoren, the last time we met, you were not my opponent. Today, it is still the same. I advise you to admit defeat as soon as possible. I won't kill you. I'll give you half a day. Take your disciples and leave as soon as possible."
Although Wang Nanxiao was forced to the door, he didn't lose the demeanor of a cultivator. He didn't say anything harsh, but said coldly, "My master led the people here to establish the sect. Now, it's passed down to me. As a disciple, even if I'm useless, I won't be scared away by a few words."
The young cultivator looked at Daoist Lu next to him and sneered. "Daoren Wang, I was wondering why you're so bold. So you've asked for help."
Wang Nanxiao calmly said, "Daoren is not Fellow Daoist's match in a one-on-one fight, so I asked for help."
If this battle was only for personal gain, he wouldn't be so shameless. But this time, it was for the sake of protecting the sect, so he didn't care about his own reputation.
The young cultivator couldn't help but chuckle: "You're quite self-aware."
While the three of them were talking, Zhang Yan was also sizing up the young man in the clouds.
In his opinion, it was not too much for Wang Nanxiao to call him a demon. Although this youth surnamed Li cultivated a Qi Path cultivation technique, he still couldn't hide the fishy and sweet demonic aura on his body.
From this, it could be seen that he didn't cultivate an orthodox Daoist cultivation technique, but an unorthodox cultivation technique. Otherwise, he would definitely be able to hide his aura.
He thought to himself, "This person has cultivated for at least six to seven hundred years. It's not easy for a demon to cultivate to this stage. Not a single cultivation technique or spirit herb is missing. Most importantly, he needs a master to guide him. The West Sea is different from other places. Very few cultivators are willing to come here. Where did he learn his skills? Could he really be a disciple of a devil sect? Looks like I'll have to interrogate him later. "
The young cultivator suddenly felt a little uneasy, as if he had a feeling that today's matter wouldn't go smoothly. This thought came to him very inexplicably. However, he was determined to obtain this sea region, and he had a few tricks up his sleeves. He calmed his mind and stood up from the shell seat with a big laugh. He said to the two, "Daoren Wang, since words don't make sense, let's see who wins with our fists. Both of you come up together. After today, this land will have a new owner."
Wang Nanxiao nodded to Daoist Lu. The two of them separated and took out their magic treasures.
On Wang Nanxiao's side, there was a pair of magic swords that shone with a faint green light. On top of Daoist Lu's head, there was a golden centipede that shone brightly. It was so dazzling that even the surrounding dark clouds and fog couldn't conceal it.
The young cultivator paid particular attention to the magic swords. He said with surprise, "Daoren Wang, you still have such good treasures? If you had taken them out last time, it wouldn't have been so easy to defeat you. "
Wang Nanxiao snorted. The magic swords were called Green Lightning Swords. They were originally a pair and were left behind by the previous Island Master. They were refined using hundreds of spirit herbs from the Middle Continent. When they flew, they moved like lightning and possessed great power, especially when it came to restraining demons.
However, because the Hanging Flute Island was far above the West Sea, it wasn't easy to gather precious materials. They were afraid that it would be difficult to refine and repair the swords after they were damaged, so they didn't easily show them to others. Now that the sect was on the brink of extinction, they finally took them out to face the enemy.
At this time, he no longer held back. He cast an incantation and flew up on the swords. Suddenly, there was a loud clap of thunder, and two green lights slashed down like dragons.
When Daoist Lu saw him attack, he took out a small mallet and pointed it at the golden centipede, immediately knocking it three times.
In an instant, three sounds of clouds splitting and stones piercing resounded. The aquatic demons watching the battle from the sidelines immediately held their heads and howled miserably. One by one, they fell from the waves.
When the young cultivator heard these sounds, he was also in a daze. When he came back to his senses, the two Green Lightning Swords were already in front of his eyes and nose. He couldn't dodge anymore. With a "puchi" sound, the swords pierced through his body.
Daoist Lu was startled, then he said happily, "Did you succeed?"
Wang Nanxiao frowned. When he looked again, he saw the fallen body emitting a cloud of black fog. In the blink of an eye, it turned into a piece of dried fish skin. It fell into the sea and disappeared. He looked around and said in a deep voice, "Fellow Daoist, be careful. This person used a Daoist technique to avoid it."
A laugh came from the sky. The dark clouds parted, and the young cultivator floated out. He praised, "Daoren Wang, you really have some tricks up your sleeve. If I didn't have this Death Substitution Technique, I would have really fallen into your trap."
When Zhang Yan heard this, he smiled. The real Death Substitution Technique was a superior technique. Even in the Devil's Doctrine, there weren't many people who could successfully cultivate it. This person's technique was at most a shedding technique.
However, he didn't mean to look down on his opponent. Techniques were inherently divided into good and bad, but when it came to a real battle, it all depended on how one used it. If one used it in concert with one's body, the effect might not necessarily be worse than those superior techniques.
Just like the Black Yellow Giant Hand that he practiced. It wasn't a true superior Daoist technique, but when it was combined with his vast mana, it immediately showed infinite power.
When Wang Nanxiao saw his opponent appear, he didn't say anything and slashed with his magic sword again.
The young cultivator waved his hand, and a dozen smooth and round beads appeared from his sleeve. They collided with the green light. For a moment, thunder and lightning flashed, and the treasure light shot up to the sky. There was a deafening sound of collision.
Seeing that the two of them were entangled, Taoist Lu didn't want to miss this opportunity. He used his mana to hit the Golden Centipede again, and the treasure vibrated again.
The young cultivator sneered and formed a protective technique. He stood straight, but he was completely unharmed.
Ever since he succeeded in his cultivation, the number of times he fought with others was actually not that many. His experience was still lacking. Just now when he encountered a method that he had never seen before, he suffered a loss. But now that he was prepared, it was impossible for him to suffer a loss again.
However, the sound didn't stop, and he was tired of listening to it. Besides, if he didn't make a killing move now, there was no guarantee that the two of them would have other tricks waiting for him.
Therefore, he divided some of his attention and took a deep breath. His abdomen swelled as if he had swallowed a big iron ball. Then, he puffed his cheeks and blew. Suddenly, a whistling wind came out and rushed forward with an unstoppable force.
Wang Nanxiao's expression changed. He said, "Be careful, Fellow Daoist!"
During the last battle, he was swept away by this strange wind and was swept away for more than ten miles.
When he came back, he blew out another breath before he could make a move. He couldn't get close to his opponent at all, and he couldn't use his magic treasures or Daoist techniques at all. After four or five rounds, his mana was almost exhausted, and he could only run away in embarrassment.
Taoist Lu heard from him that this wind couldn't be resisted, so he only used his protective light and was ready to let him go. He would come back later.
However, just as he did that, he suddenly felt something was wrong. The wind was mixed with countless black golden sand. Under the grinding, the protective light dimmed in the blink of an eye. He couldn't help but be shocked. At this time, the world was spinning, and he couldn't control his mana freely. He wanted to use his magic treasures, but he couldn't, and could only struggle to maintain it.
The young cultivator smiled proudly. His supernatural power was called "Startling Cloud Wind". Although it was powerful, it couldn't hurt people. Therefore, he had collected a lot of solid fine sand from the strange rocks at the bottom of the sea. Now that he scattered it into the wind, it immediately had a miraculous effect.
Seeing his friend in danger, Wang Nanxiao was anxious and shouted, "Zhenren Zhang, please help us!"
As soon as he said this, suddenly, there was a mighty mana falling, and the spiritual vigor within a radius of ten miles was fixed.
The clouds in the sky dispersed, and a handsome young Taoist walked out. His body was surrounded by clear light, and the spiritual Qi was running like the tide. There was not a single cloud on top of him. As he came out, the turbid clouds in the sky dispersed, and the tide slowly receded.
The young cultivator's eyes widened, and he cried out, "Yuanying Dharmakaya?"
However, after the shock, his face turned pale, and he revealed a terrified expression. A third stage cultivator was not someone he could fight against. Now that he was trapped by the Heaven and Earth Restriction, he couldn't escape. He was afraid that his life would be in danger today.
Taoist Lu recovered from the shock. He straightened the Taoist hat on his head, and came up to express his gratitude, "Thank you for saving me."
Zhang Yan said with a smile, "You're too kind. Even if I didn't help, you could still escape."
Taoist Lu shook his head and sighed, "I'm ashamed. I panicked and lost my mind. If it wasn't for you, even if I didn't die, I would still be seriously injured. I don't know how to repay your kindness."
Zhang Yan looked at the two of them, and pointed at the young cultivator, "If that's the case, how about you two hand this demon over to I?"
Although Wang Nanxiao was somewhat unwilling, seeing that the demon that he found difficult to deal with had no power to resist Zhang Yan's hands, he hurriedly bowed his head and said, "This demon was captured by Daoist Master. As for how to deal with it, how would the two of us dare to interfere."
Zhang Yan said with a smile, "Then I will take this demon away. Don't worry, I won't let it come back to cause trouble."
Wang Nanxiao heard this and couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief. He only needed to protect the mountain gate, and he didn't care about what would happen to the demon.
Zhang Yan flicked his sleeves and a strong gust of wind engulfed him. Then, he flew for nearly a thousand miles and landed on a rock on the sea. He threw him down and asked indifferently, "Where did you learn this skill from?"
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