Immortality starts from the liver proficiency

Chapter 372 The Liquidation Begins

Half an hour later, in front of the Jiangnan Road Jiange Mountain Gate.

Amidst the surging sea of ​​clouds, a figure descended through the air, his black robes fluttering, his figure imposing, and within his robes, faint dark gold armor leaves rippled slowly with his breath. The newcomer was none other than Xu Yunfan.

He stood with his hands behind his back on the blue stone steps outside the Sword Pavilion gate, his Ten Extremes True Qi contained as deep as an abyss, with only the faint golden luster emanating from his spine revealing the oppressive aura of a terrestrial immortal.

The mountain wind suddenly stopped, and even the birds flew around in fright.

Xu Yunfan looked up at the empty mountain gate, a smirk playing on his lips. His Ten Extreme True Qi surged forth like an abyss, showing no sign of restraint.

In an instant, a vast pressure surpassing the nine realms erupted, and the terrifying aura unique to the terrestrial immortal realm swept out like a raging tide, instantly enveloping the entire Sword Pavilion mountain gate.

The bluestone steps in front of the mountain gate are cracked inch by inch, and the ancient pines on both sides snapped with a "crack".

The disciples of the Sword Pavilion were struck as if by lightning. Those with low cultivation levels knelt on the ground, bleeding from their seven orifices. Even the elders felt their blood and qi surging and stagnating, as if an invisible giant hand was choking them.

"Is this all the Jiangnan Daojian Pavilion can offer?"

Xu Yunfan chuckled softly, his voice like the clanging of metal, echoing throughout the entire mountain range and making the plaque of Jiange Mountain Gate ring loudly.

The clouds and mist on the mountaintop suddenly tore apart, and three sword lights, like rainbows piercing the sun, landed in front of the mountain gate in an instant.

The three people who came were as thin as bamboo, with white eyebrows that drooped to their cheekbones. They wore a black sword robe and carried an ancient sword without a sheath on their backs. The sword was transparent as ice, and cold air condensed into frost mist that swirled around their feet.

Its aura was like the frigid wind of the far north, covering the stone steps with ice wherever it passed. The "Frosty Soul Sword Intent" at the peak of the ninth realm had reached a state of perfection.

The old woman beside the old man had white hair and red eyes, her crimson skirt adorned with sword-shaped golden bells, and she held a scarlet soft sword.

When the sword was drawn, the bell rang mesmerizingly, and the sword energy was like a venomous snake spitting its tongue. Xu Yunfan could clearly see that this scarlet soft sword was an eighth-tier divine weapon. The sword light it emitted made his skin crawl. The dissipating sword energy could even break through the protective qi of the body.

She was surrounded by a sweet, pungent aura of blood, clearly indicating that she had cultivated the evil sword-nurturing method and was skilled at nourishing her sword with the essence and blood of her enemies.

Xu Yunfan glanced at the old woman; her appearance was cold and harsh, and she must be a figure like the Abbess Miejue.

Most of the attention was focused on the scarlet soft sword in his hand.

On the other side stood an old man with a serene expression, his face covered in bluish scales. He leaned on a black iron dragon-patterned staff, the top of which was inlaid with seven sword spirit crystals. Although he had no physical sword, sword energy arose spontaneously with every move he made. He must have cultivated the "Void Sword Manual," a technique in the Sword Pavilion that was extremely difficult to master, which was described as "no sword is better than having a sword." Its aura was ethereal and unpredictable, like thunder hidden in the clouds.

"Xu Yunfan, you slaughtered Yujing, and you still dare to come to my Jian Ge to challenge me?"

The old swordsman with white eyebrows asked in a cold voice, and before the ancient sword was drawn, the ground cracked open with a sound, revealing a ten-zhang-long ice ravine.

"Where are the people from my Sword Pavilion?"

"People from your Sword Pavilion?"

Xu Yunfan said calmly, "Then you'll have to ask them yourselves."

He glanced at the three men, a slight smile playing on his lips: "Three old men, you're better than those good-for-nothings."

"Why waste so much breath on him? No matter how strong he is, how much stronger can he be? How dare he speak so arrogantly, calling himself the Sword Pavilion Sect all by himself!"

In her rage, the old woman's scarlet soft sword suddenly straightened, its bells ringing like the wails of ten thousand ghosts: "Arrogant!"

She struck first, her soft sword transforming into thousands of red threads, each containing a bone-corroding poison, which spread outwards and coiled around Xu Yunfan's throat.

Xu Yunfan neither dodged nor flinched, letting the red silk threads touch his body.

Just as the old woman was about to sneer, she saw the ten extreme true patterns emerge from the robe the instant the red thread touched the black robe, and the poison sword was swallowed up like a mud ox entering the sea.

Moisturize

The sword strike was like a mud ox entering the sea, failing to harm Xu Yunfan in the slightest.

The old woman was shocked, her cloudy pupils suddenly contracted. Her move, "Blood River Silk," was her trump card. When the sword was drawn, a thousand scarlet sword energies intertwined into a net, specifically designed to break through protective qi. Even a master of external martial arts at the peak of the ninth realm would be shredded into pieces.

But at this moment, those poisonous sword energies, powerful enough to corrode bones and melt gold, were completely swallowed up by the flowing Ten Extreme True Runes the instant they touched Xu Yunfan's black robe, without even causing the slightest ripple. "This..."

Her withered hands trembled involuntarily, and the golden bells adorning the sword hilt shattered.

Since reaching the Ninth Realm, this was the first time she had felt a bone-chilling cold, not out of fear, but out of the instinctive trembling of prey facing its natural enemy.

Without hesitation or testing, the old woman's hunched body suddenly straightened, and her blood and energy erupted like a volcano.

She directly burned her life essence, her red hair stood on end, and her wrinkled face twisted like a demon in the blood flames.

Xu Yunfan's eyes lit up slightly.

This is a desperate stance, the most resolute posture among the martial artists of Jian Ge when facing a desperate situation.

"Secret Martial Art: All Calamities End Together!"

"Junior Sister He, do not act rashly!"

The white-browed old man standing to the side couldn't help but exclaim in surprise. This junior sister Chen was of a fierce temperament. Her full-force sword strike had failed to achieve its goal, so naturally she would not hold back any longer.

The old woman seemed not to hear, and her sword energy surged forth like a mountain torrent.

Before the sword was even drawn, the entire mountain gate was already shrouded in a sweet, pungent mist of blood.

The bluestone ground sizzled as it was corroded, and the Sword Pavilion disciples watching from afar bled from their mouths and noses, their lungs and internal organs injured by the dissipating sword energy from a distance.

This sword strike has transcended the realm of the Nine Realms and faintly touched the threshold of becoming a terrestrial immortal.

This sword strike was the result of the old woman burning her own life force, using a secret martial arts technique to forcefully raise her essence, energy, and spirit to their peak state.

"Good timing. They're much better looking than those good-for-nothings in Yujing City."

Xu Yunfan finally raised his eyes, and the blood rainbow that pierced through the heavens and earth was reflected in his golden pupils.

His tone was flat, like commenting on a child's swing of a wooden sword.

The sword-like energy that had been building up around the old woman finally moved, like a sudden torrent of water.

The scarlet soft sword stood taut in the blood flames, its blade disintegrating on its own into three thousand six hundred crimson threads, each wrapped with the "Myriad Tribulations Sword Qi" generated by burning her life essence.

Before the sword energy was even unleashed, the air in front of the mountain gate was already distorted like boiling water, and even the light was stained blood red.

"Ten Thousand Calamities! Kill!"

Her hunched body arched back sharply like a slingshot, then shot out, with 3,600 blood streaks spreading out along her body, like a crimson net that blotted out the sky.

Wherever the sword energy threads passed, whether it was hard rock or earth and wood, they were corroded with fine black cracks!

Xu Yunfan didn't even move his feet.

He casually raised his right palm, his five fingers spreading out like a blooming lotus, the ten ultimate true lines on his palm intertwining into a vortex.

The moment the blood-red net collided with the palm lines, the sword energy, powerful enough to corrode the void and melt gold, was swallowed up by the black hole-like lines like snow falling into a furnace.

The old woman's ferocious face suddenly froze as she realized that her connection with the sword energy was being brutally severed.

That wasn't parrying, that was plundering!

"you……"

She managed to squeeze out a half-groan, but Xu Yunfan flipped his wrist and grabbed her.

(End of this chapter)