The Cursive Sword Calligraphy unfurled with a whoosh, and First Senior Brother could clearly see the complicated and profound handwriting on it. It was clearly ink on paper, but it was so sharp that it seemed like it had been carved on a cliff with a sword. Holy Hall
A great sense of danger filled his heart. The sound of the blizzard seemed to have stopped. Compared to the speed of the sword qi, the speed of the dancing snowflakes was like a still image.
First Senior Brother's pupils constricted. He waved his hand, and the Golden Pheasant's plume enlarged a hundred times, protecting his body like an iron wall.
Clang, clang, clang, clang. The sound of metal clashing rang out, and the surging sword qi sent First Senior Brother flying into the sky. First Senior Brother floated in the air on the Golden Pheasant's plume, like a small boat on a turbulent ocean, in danger of capsizing at any moment. However, he drifted with the current and actually formed a wondrous balance. He floated and swayed without being affected by any force.
Not only was the Golden Pheasant's plume capable of both offense and defense, but its defensive method was also the most natural and unrestrained that Li Qingshan had ever seen. A sect that could form its own style indeed couldn't be underestimated.
The Gui Water True Qi in Li Qingshan's body surged madly into the Cursive Sword Calligraphy, activating the strokes of sword qi. At the same time, he held a spirit stone in one hand and continuously replenished his spirit qi. In the blink of an eye, three spirit stones had been thrown at Li Qingshan's feet.
"A supreme-grade spiritual artifact! You actually have a supreme-grade spiritual artifact!" First Senior Brother stood on the Golden Pheasant's plume and shouted in the wind and snow.
He suddenly laughed wildly. "Haha, I didn't think I would have this kind of luck. Kid, with your strength, you still can't unleash the power of a supreme-grade spiritual artifact. Falling into your hands is like casting pearls before swine. Obediently hand it over! I'm the favored child of the heavens. I'll step on your corpse to reach a higher realm! "
If a high-grade spirit artifact could make every Qi Practitioner's heart race with envy, then a supreme-grade spirit artifact could make all Qi Practitioners go crazy. It was a treasure that even Foundation Establishment cultivators would fight for with all their might.
Li Qingshan's mouth opened and closed slightly. His voice was swallowed by the wind, but First Senior Brother could read his lips. "Die!"
Two giant skulls spiraled down from the sky, breaking through the wind and letting out shrill screams. It was as if a hundred ghosts were crying at night, shaking one's soul. ("")
"What is that?!" Eldest senior brother's expression changed drastically. He used the Golden Pheasant's plume to fly through the wind and snow. He actually borrowed the force of the sword Qi to turn a few times without any warning, drawing out a twisted golden trajectory and avoiding the skull's attack.
"Peng, peng, peng!" He broke through the air barrier and quickly fell down the pitch-black cliff. He thought to himself, "Not good, I've fallen into this brat's trap!"
The screeching sound followed him like a shadow. Eldest Senior Brother looked around and saw two skulls chasing after him, one on the left and one on the right. The blood flames in their eye sockets flickered and their teeth chattered loudly. They couldn't wait to tear his flesh apart.
From afar, one could only see a golden line and two slightly thinner red lines falling straight down into the bottomless abyss.
The golden thread's trajectory was extremely erratic, and the two red threads kept circling around it, locking down the golden thread's escape route.
At this moment, two red lines suddenly cut into the golden line's trajectory.
The two skulls lunged towards the first senior brother. The first senior brother snorted coldly. "Puny tricks!" He raised his hands at the same time and swung them outwards. Two golden beaks pecked the foreheads of the skulls viciously.
With two thumps, he sent the two skulls flying. However, at the last moment, they opened their mouths, and two figures appeared in the roaring flames.
One was tall, while the other was petite. They were Li Qingshan and Little Ann. They leapt out of the skulls at the same time. Li Qingshan held the Cursive Sword of the Nine Heavens as he charged towards the first senior brother.
The first senior brother felt like the entire world was being ripped apart by the crisscrossing sword Qi. Panic and fear finally appeared in his eyes for the first time. He reached for the hundred treasures pouch on his waist.
His movements were extremely fast, but compared to the speed of the sword Qi, it was so sluggish. He had never thought that he would need to waste talismans and spiritual stones against a fourth layer Qi Practitioner, so he had not made any preparations at all.
"I'm a genius, the future sect master of the Pheasant's Grace mountain. My future is limitless. I can't die here!" That thought flashed through the first senior brother's head. "…"
The sword Qi vanished with a flash. The first senior brother lowered his head and looked at himself. He laughed aloud, "I'm not dead. I won't …"
His words came to a halt, and his chin fell down, revealing many crisscrossing bloody marks. The marks shifted and staggered.
With a soft thump, a bloody mist erupted in the air. Pieces of his corpse rained down from the sky, but before they could even land, they were incinerated by the flames.
Having lost control, the Golden Pheasant's plume returned to its original size, drifting away in the wind.
Li Qingshan and Little Ann landed on the ground at the same time. Little Ann grabbed the Golden Pheasant's plume, while Li Qingshan opened his hand. There was a hundred treasures pouch in it.
The two of them smiled at each other. An indescribable feeling of tacit understanding rose up in their hearts.
Li Qingshan shoved the talisman between his fingers back into his belt. This was a supreme grade talisman he had obtained from Grandma Ximen. He had no idea what it was used for. He followed the trajectory on the talisman and checked the Book of All, but he did not find any corresponding information. Low and mid grade talismans did, however, have a very complete record.
Clearly, the value of a supreme grade talisman like this was not something the Book of All could record. However, he did not buy the book for nothing. Little Ann deduced that this talisman should be a fire-element offensive talisman through looking at the patterns of the other talismans.
Among the five elements, fire could be regarded as one of the best. The power of a supreme grade talisman went without saying.
Li Qingshan planned to immediately activate the supreme grade talisman and kill the first senior brother if he and Little Ann still could not kill him even when they worked together. If he failed again, he would kill the first senior brother even if it meant leaving behind traces of daemon qi and turning into a daemon.
Before the battle had even begun, he was already completely confident in victory.
"The people behind us are catching up." Little Ann licked his lips with the tip of his tongue. The flesh and blood of a ninth layer Qi Practitioner was far more delicious than that of an ordinary person.
"I'll send them all to heaven!" A red light flashed in Li Qingshan's eyes. After three consecutive battles, his bloodlust and killing intent had been completely stimulated. His fatigue had long since disappeared without a trace. Even the confused thoughts and the intense battle between heaven and man no longer existed. He only needed to kill more.
When faced with a choice between life and death, there was no need to waste time choosing. He wanted to live and kill all his enemies. It was that simple.
Li Qingshan and Little Ann did not even exchange a glance. They quickly disappeared into the pitch-black valley, forming a stalemate and quietly waiting for their prey to take the bait.
Li Qingshan buried his body in the snow and held his breath in concentration.
The second wave should be two eighth layer Qi Practitioners. Since he couldn't turn into a daemon, it would not be easy to deal with them either. If the two of them cooperated well, they might be even more difficult to deal with than the ninth layer Qi Practitioner Just Now.
He had to launch a sneak attack at the first moment. Once he killed one of them, the other would be easy to deal with. After this wave, the rest would be easy to deal with.
The Cursive Sword Calligraphy could instantly kill sixth or seventh layer Qi Practitioners. Little Ann, with the help of the two Skull Prayer Beads and the sword techniques recorded in the Cursive Sword Calligraphy, would not be able to last a single round.
When the difference in strength reached a certain level, numbers became meaningless.
He was also completely confident in this battle, but for some reason, the unease in his heart did not relax. Instead, it grew stronger and stronger. His heart beat faster and faster.
"Not good, let's go!" Li Qingshan jumped out of the snow and called out to Little Ann.
Then, he immediately sprinted towards the underground cave that he had predetermined.
Little Ann flew to Li Qingshan's side and asked in confusion, "What's wrong?"
Li Qingshan said, "I don't know, but it's very dangerous!"
Little Ann thought for a while before suddenly raising his head. "I understand now. It's the sect master of the Pheasant's Grace mountain, a Foundation Establishment cultivator!"
Li Qingshan frowned. A Foundation Establishment cultivator? Yes, probably only Foundation Establishment cultivators could give him such a great sense of danger and pressure. If it were a Qi Practitioner, even if they were only at the tenth layer, he was confident he could slaughter his way out even at the risk of exposing himself and transforming into a daemon. He might even have the chance to turn the tables.
However, Foundation Establishment cultivators were experts on an order of magnitude higher. The spells they cast were all the power of supreme-grade spirit talismans, not to mention the effects of spirit artifacts.
Even if Li Qingshan transformed, he definitely could not contend against them. However, he had only just killed the Qi Practitioner of the Pheasant's Grace mountain in a snowy mountain like this. He did not even have the opportunity to call for reinforcements, so how did he alert the attention of a Foundation Establishment cultivator?
Little Ann could see Li Qingshan's doubts. She explained, "The Book of All records that the core disciples of sects often have life lamps. The life lamps are in the hands of the sect master. If a disciple dies, the life lamp that belongs to them will be extinguished, and the location will be indicated."
It went without saying that ninth layer Qi Practitioners would definitely be the core figures among the core figures in sects.
Li Qingshan still had no idea that his first senior brother was the future sect master of the Pheasant's Grace mountain.
… …
A while ago, at the top of the Green Vine mountain fifty kilometers away, three old men sat before one another, discussing the Herb Gathering ceremony of the three mountains.
They were the supreme rulers of the three mountains, the sect masters of the Green Vine mountain, Pheasant's Grace mountain, and Burial Mound mountain. They were collectively known as the three elders.
The Green Vine Elder was the host, sitting in the seat of honor. He was dressed in green clothes, and his hair and beard curled down his face. Basically only a pair of clear eyes remained.
To the left of the Green Vine Elder sat an old man in grey robes. His eyes were white, and his face was expressionless as if even his face was grey. He gave off a faint aura of corpses. His eyes would swivel from time to time, but they did not show any signs of life at all.
If regular people saw him, they would probably treat him as a corpse. Even the swiveling of his eyes would be treated as a fake corpse. He was the sect master of the Burial Mound mountain, the Lone Grave Elder.
To the right of the Green Vine Elder was an old man in luxurious, golden robes. He was obviously the sect master of the Pheasant's Grace mountain, the Golden Pheasant Elder. His clothes were no longer embroidered with feathers, but a golden pheasant's head. The pheasant's comb was like fire, while the beak was like a blade.
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