When Sword Immortal En Sheng appeared, Master Yun and the other immortals stopped in their tracks. They stood on the cliff and looked over.
He was one of the strongest Cocoon Breakers, and also one of the juniors that the Aoyama Grandmaster relied on the most.
But the immortals of the previous generation did not move, not because of his pride and power, but because of his identity.
He was the founder of the No-Mercy Sect.
Peng Lang was a disciple of the No-Mercy Sect.
Peng Lang carried his sword as a shackle and bowed his head to En Sheng.
Was he lowering his head to the Patriarch?
Seeing this, the immortals of the previous generation felt their hearts grow heavier.
Lowering his head was not a sign of submission, but an apology.
This meant that even if he was facing his own sect's Ancestral Master, he would still continue up the mountain.
"After reading the book written by Jing Jiu, I learned that so many things have happened in the sect over the years. Longevity Mountain's resurgence is thanks to you." The Immortal of Sword En Sheng said to Peng Lang, "I'm grateful to you, and I admire you very much. But I'm indebted to the Founding Master, and the No-Mercy Sect is indebted to him."
The origin of the No-Mercy Sect was that heaven and earth didn't favor humans, but humans did favor humans.
"Of course, the most important thing is that I think what Patriarch did was right," En Sheng said.
Peng Lang said seriously, "I understand."
En Sheng said, "Come on."
Peng Lang said, "Grandmaster, please advise me."
En Sheng grunted, turned around, and walked into the distance.
His black Daoist robe fluttered, and he soon arrived several kilometers away.
He untied his sword and threw it into the hard cliff wall. Then, he sat cross-legged and closed his eyes.
Since Peng Lang could not use a sword, he naturally could not use one either.
The wind blew the dust on the ground, hitting the cliff wall and then slowly drifting back.
Peng Lang looked into the distance and slowly sat down before closing his eyes.
Countless sword intents rose majestically between the cliffs.
The expressions of Master Yun and the other immortals who were watching the battle from afar changed slightly, and they fled to the top of the mountain as fast as they could.
Chen Ya looked at the countless Sword Wills in the air and remained silent. No one knew what he was thinking.
Behind him, the guys surrounding the tattered robot didn't seem to be seriously injured at all, and they kept talking.
Shen Yunmai had given up the idea of detonating the nuclear power furnace and perishing together with Chen Ya, and so had Tong Yan.
It was the same feeling that Su Ziye had when he saw Peng Lang fly into the Great Formation of the Solar System with the Dead Dog.
They knew that Peng Lang was strong, but they didn't expect him to be this strong.
"Who do you think will win?"
"I'm afraid that Peng Lang is already an arrow at the end of its flight, and both of them practice the sword work of the No-Mercy Sect. I'm afraid that this fight will be dangerous."
"Ensheng abandoned his sword, handsome! As expected of someone I admire. "
"Not bad. This time, Peng Lang's chances of winning are even greater."
"How are they going to fight this round?"
"Can't you see that the world is filled with sword intent?"
"Eh?"
"Eh?"
Shen Yunmai, Que Niang, and even Yuan Qu and Yushan all let out cries of surprise. Tong Yan's eyebrows, which had just become lighter, grew thicker again, knitted tightly.
It was not difficult for Ensheng and Peng Lang to fill heaven and earth with sword wills when they had practiced the sword work; but it was evidently not so easy at the moment. The rocks on the cliff walls, the objects in the old human buildings covered with a thin layer of dust in the distance, and the sparse dry ice clouds in the sky were all changing along with the sword wills.
The rocks on the cliff walls were rolling around, aiming at the distance with their sharp edges.
The dry ice clouds were pulled into a thin thread, like a sword string.
The devices in the human buildings were the same.
They had seen a similar scene, so they knew what it meant.
"How come that person knows the All in One?" Yuan Qu exclaimed in surprise.
Su Ziye said feebly, "How come the extreme sword work of the Aoyama Sect is so widespread in this world?"
Shen Yunmai sneered, "He is a junior that the old guy admires; it's not a big deal for him to teach him a few moves in private. It sounds like Jing Jiu hasn't taught him anything. "
"That's right. Senior Master taught Peng Lang at the Three-Thousand Nunnery many years ago," Yushan said while nodding forcefully, "He can definitely do it."
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The founder of the No-Mercy Sect and the master of the No-Mercy Sect were going to use the sword work of the Aoyama Sect to compete with each other.
It sounded absurd, but it was understandable considering the complicated relationship between the No-Mercy Sect and the Aoyama Sect.
The Master Yun, the Immortal Wuwen, and the other immortals landed by the cliff's edge, looking at the distance together with Chen Ya.
The sword wills pervading heaven and earth grew more and more formidable, even triggering a reaction from the Sword Formation in the solar system.
The dim light projected from the universe to Mars was refracted and twisted by the seemingly tangible sword wills; the distant sun and the ancestral planet had gradually disappeared.
This was the ultimate sword work of the Aoyama Sect. How powerful would it be when two extremely powerful swordsmen wielded it at the same time?
It was well known that the battle between Jian Xilai and General Li in the galaxy beyond the fog had destroyed the asteroid belt.
Seeing the situation, the expressions on the faces of the immortals grew even more grave.
The Master Yun waved his horsetail whisk lightly, sending down hundreds of white clouds to protect the top of the mountain, including Tong Yan and the others.
The huge sword in the chest of the Immortal Wuwen suddenly buzzed like a bell.
"It's not right," he said solemnly.
The voice of Shen Yunmai drifted over from behind the cliff, "It's over."
In terms of the sword work of the Aoyama Sect, Shen Yunmai was definitely the one with the highest attainment among the people on the cliff.
His judgment would never be wrong.
Yet, the sword wills were still drifting on the desolate surface of Mars; how could it be over?
Gu Zuo reached out his right hand, and Gu You reached out his left hand. The two brothers formed a circle with their hands, aiming at a spot at the bottom of the cliff that couldn't be seen.
A blurry image gradually appeared between the two hands.
The surprised screams broke out in the cliff.
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Somewhere at the bottom of the cliff.
Normally, this place should be darker, but it was extremely bright at the moment.
It was because of the fire.
It was the burning fairy blood.
The fairy swordsman En Sheng sat on the same spot with his legs crossed. The mechanical arm was one hundred feet away, the golden blood gushing out from the broken shoulder.
The golden blood started to burn when it came into contact with the thin air, and it burned when it came into contact with the pebbles.
If there were only these flames, they could only illuminate the cliff walls. But it seemed that even the sky was illuminated, which meant there were more flames.
Peng Lang stood in front of En Sheng, holding the sword in his right hand and pointing it at the spot between En Sheng's eyebrows.
This was the first time he wielded his sword today.
In the previous fight, his sword had been bound by the green light rope of the Grandmaster of Aoyama. Why was it freed now?
He had cut off the green light rope with his ordinary sword.
It was not an easy task to cut it off, not to mention that the green light rope had coiled around his neck twice.
He had paid a great price for cutting off the green light rope.
It was the deep wound on his neck.
The golden blood gushed out from the wound like a waterfall and turned into a golden flame, illuminating the sky and the earth.
Amidst the golden flame, Peng Lang's ordinary face looked so sacred.
The ending of this sword fight was too tragic.
As a matter of fact, the beginning of this sword fight was tragic.
When the fairy swordsman En Sheng used the All in One Sword Way to turn everything on Mars into his sword …
Peng Lang didn't do anything. All he did was turn his right hand around and hack at the green light rope.
It looked like he was committing suicide by cutting his own throat.
If he had been careless, he might have died by his own sword.
He was severely wounded, but he didn't die. He held his sword again and walked toward En Sheng.
It was like that year when the No-Mercy Sect sealed off the mountain, and all the masters and colleagues were cultivating behind closed doors; he was the only one awake.
He practiced the introductory sword script tirelessly while holding his sword.
When Emperor Xiao came to the front of the grand hall with the autumn leaf, he walked over while holding his sword, and stabbed that famous hidden swordsman to death.
Today, he walked to the front of En Sheng and hacked at him with his sword, cutting off one of the arms of the grandmaster of his sect.
"I didn't expect you to use my All in One Sword Way to hack at yourself, successfully breaking the sword rope of the grandmaster."
En Sheng continued while looking at him, "I didn't expect you to be so violent and reckless even though you look calm."
Peng Lang explained earnestly, "Back at the Three-Thousand Nunnery, the Immortal told me that the duty of the sword is to come out of the sheath, no matter who tries to stop it, including the masters of heaven and earth, or even the sword's own sheath."
Many people in Chaotian had been guessing for many years what Jing Jiu had taught this young man when he and Peng Lang stayed in the nunnery for one night.
It turned out to be the nature of the sword.
The sword had to come out of the sheath.
Otherwise, it would be no different from a fire stick.
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The bleeding had gradually stopped.
The fire grew dimmer as well.
Looking at this young man who had regained his composure and was even a bit slow, the fairy swordsman En Sheng said contentedly, "You've won."
He was pleased that this young man was more powerful than him, and he was even more pleased that this young man had created the true meaning of the sword work.
Peng Lang was a disciple of the No-Mercy Sect, so the true meaning of the sword work he created was the sword work of the No-Mercy Sect.
It was not the sword work of the Aoyama Sect.
Peng Lang didn't know how to respond.
"Outstanding," the fairy swordsman En Sheng praised.
Peng Lang felt a bit embarrassed, so he changed the topic hastily, asking, "Grandmaster, are you alright?"
En Sheng looked at him expressionlessly. The mechanical arm on the ground in the distance gave him the middle finger.
Peng Lang scratched his head.
"Let's go," En Sheng said.
"Okay," Peng Lang replied honestly.
En Sheng instructed, "Surrender if you can't win."
"I can't," Peng Lang said earnestly.
Feeling surprised, En Sheng asked, "Based on your mental fortitude, didn't you fight the new Queen in Chaotian?"
Peng Lang said embarrassedly, "Grandmaster, that's a family matter."
Before En Sheng could react, he turned around and leapt up into the air, heading to the top of the mountain.
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Pah!!!
Peng Lang's feet landed on the ground.
Then, his body swayed a bit.
Regardless of whether he landed with a thud or stood unsteadily, it was evident that he was on the verge of dying.
The injuries of the others weren't any less severe than his. Even if Tong Yan could do something, it would be meaningless.
At the moment, the Grand Master, the Fairy Maiden He, and the fairy swordsman En Sheng were severely wounded. Including the two wounded by Tong Yan earlier, there were at least eight fairy maidens here.
Seeing Peng Lang on the verge of losing his balance with his sword in his hand, the fairy maidens showed a respectful expression in their eyes, but they didn't rush forward.
After all, they weren't the Queen.
"Young friend, why don't you stop fighting? We just don't want you to ruin the grand master's plan. When the plan is over, I'll let you go at the risk of my life. "
Master Yun said gently.
Looking at this fairy maiden with a faint fairy aura and a light colored robe, Tong Yan asked, "Are you Master Yun?"
Master Yun said with a smile, "I didn't expect a junior in Chaotian to still remember me."
Tong Yan said, "Back when you were cultivating outside Ōzawa, you killed many evil dragons. The populace still remembers you."
"It's all in the past," Master Yun said sentimentally.
Chen Ya suddenly said expressionlessly, "I know you're very smart and want to do something; but do you really think we, the seniors, will be fooled by your words?"
Hearing this, Tong Yan fell silent, and patted the robot by her side.
Shen Yunmai exclaimed angrily, "They have all been fooled by the old man. What can I do?"
Seeing that the defeat was irreversible, people like Tong Yan and Shen Yunmai had to come up with some sinister methods.
The simplest method was to provoke the fairy maidens of the previous generations to fight against each other.
"Well …" Peng Lang said embarrassedly, "I haven't finished fighting yet."
Su Ziye inhaled deeply, and exclaimed, "You can still fight?"
Peng Lang said to Chen Ya, "You sneak-attacked me earlier. I want to fight back."
Chen Ya looked at him expressionlessly and said, "You're indeed a rare genius in the sword work. Are you sure you want to die on this barren planet?"
As he said this, he reached out his hand toward the outside of the cliff.
It was soundless.
Two broken green ropes of light tore through the air and wrapped around his wrists.
By now, everybody knew that this green light rope was a magic treasure made by the grandmasters of Aoyama; but they didn't expect that it could still be used after being broken in half.
The expression on Peng Lang's face grew more serious. He raised his sword and said, "Please."
"We both use swords. Let me do it."
All of a sudden, a voice burst out on the cliff.
The Immortal Wuwen walked back from the edge of the cliff unsteadily while holding the huge sword, heading toward Peng Lang.
Like the Master Yun, this Immortal Wuwen was a famous ascendant in Chaotian. He was most famous for slaying the southern oriole with a sword.
The southern oriole had the bloodline of a divine animal from ancient times. Though it was not as pure as the bloodline of the Unicorn and the Old Dragon, it was as ferocious.
Back when the southern oriole was invincible in the south, countless humans of the barbaric tribes died tragically under its wings. Upon hearing this, the Immortal Wuwen rode his sword and flew away from Xiwu Mountain, slaying the southern oriole as the morning sun rose.
If one didn't count the Old Dragon killed by the King Of The Underworld, this southern oriole was the divine animal from ancient times who died in the hands of the Cultivation practitioners.
He was absolutely qualified to fight against Peng Lang.
The wind in the cliff began to drift along with the footsteps of the Immortal Wuwen.
The sand and gravel rustled slightly.
The atmosphere on Mars was thin, and the wind was very weak. The wind and the sand and gravel were all caused by the sword wills he exuded.
The Immortal Wuwen adjusted his sword wills to the maximum within a few steps.
He was still one hundred feet away from Peng Lang.
He happened to pass by Chen Ya.
The huge sword suddenly struck down.
And it headed toward Chen Ya!
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This sword strike was truly formidable.
It carried a great amount of fairy energy.
And it carried a great deal of lethal intent.
If Chen Ya were unprepared, he would definitely die under this sword strike.
There was a loud bang.
Chen Ya had raised his right hand and turned it into a stone shield, blocking the huge sword.
Crack!!! A crack appeared on the surface of the stone shield, and so did a crack in Chen Ya's eyes!
The Immortal Wuwen remained silent. The fairy energy in his body kept pouring into the huge sword he held with both hands, and he kept attacking the stone shield.
There was another loud bang, and the stone shield suddenly shattered.
The Immortal Wuwen was knocked back, and he spat out a mouthful of fairy blood. He stabbed the huge sword into the ground to stabilize himself.
Chen Ya's injuries were much more severe than his. His face was full of cracks like spider webs, and he looked extremely horrifying.
He stared at the Immortal Wuwen and asked, "Why do you want to kill me?"
This was the answer that everyone present wanted to know.
Tong Yan and Shen Yunmai didn't know either. Their plan to sow discord between the Immortal Wuwen and the Immortal Wuwen was useless. Why did the Immortal Wuwen suddenly betray them?
"Then why are you guarding against me?" the Immortal Wuwen asked expressionlessly as he looked at Chen Ya.
Why did Chen Ya guard against him in secret? Could it be that he knew the Immortal Wuwen would launch a sneak attack on him?
After a moment of silence, Chen Ya asked, "Are you doing this for the elixir?"
"That's right."
The Immortal Wuwen said expressionlessly, "When we were on that shabby pirate ship, I told you the story of traveling with him on Planet Tianpu because I wanted to test you."
After a moment of silence, Chen Ya said, "Just as I expected."
The Immortals had sensed something amiss from the conversation, and they were all astonished.
Master Yun looked at Chen Ya and asked in a deep voice, "Where is Master Dan?"
"He should be dead by now."
The Immortal Wuwen smiled as if he was about to cry. He looked at the two Demon Immortals in black and asked, "Did you kill him?"
Gu You remained silent.
Gu Zuo said apologetically, "It was an accident. Nobody expected that he would commit suicide all of a sudden. We didn't want that to happen either."
The Immortal Wuwen's body swayed slightly, and he said with a cold smile, "But he is still dead!"
"Who did you say died?"
The ground on the cliff quaked slightly, and a crack appeared. The Fairy Nun broke out from the ground and asked while staring at him.
Her face was pale, not only because of the injuries inflicted on her by Peng Lang, but also because of the shock brought by the news.
Master Yun and the other Immortals were also astonished, asking one after another, "What is going on?"
The Cultivation practitioners in the Heavenly Arrival State could live for more than a thousand years, not to mention the Immortals who had successfully ascended. As long as there was enough fairy energy in the universe, they could live for tens of thousands of years. Though nobody had lived for such a long time, they regarded life and death as something more important than mortals.
In other words, they didn't care about the lives and deaths of mortals, but they did care about the lives of the Immortals like them.
As the Immortals questioned him in astonishment, nobody noticed that Tong Yan, who was leaning against the robot, had suddenly closed his eyes.
He was recalling something with his eyes closed.
In the electronic maintenance shop on the Stargate Base.
The young girl on Planet Tianpu.
He even recalled that internet cafe.
The death of Master Dan was of course related to him.
He opened his eyes and looked at Chen Ya, his expression calm and cold.
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