Sword Sect Outer Sect

Chapter 265 The Sword Emerges from the Void (Three-in-One)

"what?!"

Zhou Liu was astonished, thinking to himself, "What a strange and eerie demonic art!"

"call--"

Ke Huai frowned slightly: "Are you ready?"

"It's really tough for me to handle this alone. I need to conserve my strength for when I need to escape."

"Ah."

Yang Kaijun gave a soft "hmm" and slowly stood up: "That's fine."

The originally enormous phantom of demonic energy has now shrunk and condensed, transforming into six purple demonic lights that extend from behind Yang Kaijun.

His body was covered in a layer of demonic feathers, and even his eyes had turned into a pale purple.

Bang!
Yang Kaijun took a step, and his figure vanished instantly.

Alarm bells rang in Zhou Liu's mind, and he quickly dodged in all directions.

Having barely dodged a pair of demonic hands, Zhou Liu had not yet regained his footing in the air when he activated the golden sword talisman and slashed out again.

One of the purple demonic lights, like a snake, deftly dodged the sword energy strike and pounced directly on the flying sword itself.

"laugh."

Yang Kaijun exhaled through his nose.

He made hand seals, and the demonic energy surging around him suppressed the spiritual light of the golden sword talisman, eroding Zhou Liu's mind inch by inch.

Zhou Liu felt a violent tremor in his soul, and his true essence became sluggish and difficult to circulate.

The natal sword talisman, which was once as easy to use as an extension of one's own arm, now felt as heavy as a thousand pounds, had lost its spiritual power, and its light quickly dimmed.

"puff!"

With his mind and spirit injured and his true energy backfiring, Zhou Liu suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood and staggered backward.

The excruciating pain from the demonic energy penetrated deep into his bones, as if countless tiny demonic insects were gnawing at his meridians.

But before he could break free, Ke Huai's attack was already upon him.

The bone whip, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound, relentlessly attacked the gaps in his spiritual energy circulation and the weak points in his protective spiritual armor.

It penetrates the body and disturbs the mind.

The golden light protecting his body was gradually worn away by the bone whip, and he could only dodge and parry in a sorry state. His protective light shield was now flickering and on the verge of shattering.

Ke Huai grinned maliciously, his hands moving faster and faster as Yang Kaijun's six demonic lights darted across the battlefield.

The two worked together seamlessly, their mid-Foundation Establishment stage demonic energy vast and powerful, far surpassing that of ordinary cultivators.

Zhou Liu became increasingly alarmed and frustrated as the fight progressed.

He possessed abundant spiritual power, formidable magic, and a natal talisman seed; however, under the opponent's airtight coordination, he was completely at a disadvantage.

His opponents had a clear advantage in combat experience.

"Get out of here!"

Zhou Liu's eyes were bloodshot, and he was almost insane.

He could not accept being so suppressed by two stray dogs!

His rage drove him to unleash his full power, his hands forming hand seals in rapid succession as he recklessly unleashed wave after wave of incredibly powerful spells.

"Haha, vulnerable."

Just as he was struggling to maintain his balance, demonic flames surged around Ke Huai, transforming into a strange black shadow that appeared beside Zhou Liu.

Suddenly, the bone whip was covered with fine, dark purple scales, carrying a chilling aura as it thrust out fiercely.

boom!
Having taken the hit again, Zhou Liu spat out a mouthful of blood, and the protective aura finally dissipated completely.

Like a kite with a broken string, it flew backwards and crashed heavily into the rubble and ruins, filling the air with smoke and dust!

"Leave us with our bodies intact?"

Ke Huai strolled over slowly and stepped on Zhou Liu's wrist as he tried to prop himself up.

The crisp sound of bone cracking sounded.

"what--!"

Zhou Liu let out a shrill scream.

Ke Huai bent down, grabbed Zhou Liu's hair, and lifted his head up.

"Is this the strength of the younger generation of the Chu Kingdom...?"

Ke Huai's face was very close, staring at Zhou Liu's pained and contorted face, and he let out a mocking laugh.

"Tsk tsk tsk... It's completely rotten."

Zhou Liu's eyes were bloodshot, and he wanted to curse back, but his meridians were about to burst, his spiritual power was scattered, and his mind was repeatedly tormented by the bone whip and demonic energy. The intense pain almost made him faint.

An unprecedented sense of frustration and fear of death swept over him at that moment.

Yang Kaijun's voice was cold and emotionless: "Kill him, take the talisman seed, and leave quickly."

Ke Huai raised an eyebrow, knowing that now was not the time to torture his prey: "Kid, be more careful in your next life."

The surrounding demonic energy instantly condensed into a demonic claw, reaching towards Zhou Liu's dantian.

Zhou Liu tried to struggle, but the demonic energy was like a leech, not only suppressing the spiritual power in his body, but also constantly eroding his will and mind through the talisman seed.

Just as the demonic claw was about to pierce Zhou Liu's dantian and extract his talisman seed...

hum-

A beam of black and white light streaked across the sky above the ruins, and Ke Huai immediately felt a strong alarm, retreating backward.

The playful, cat-and-mouse expression on his face froze instantly, turning into a serious look.

Ke Huai withdrew and retreated.

A flicker of anger rose in Yang Kaijun's originally calm eyes.

“If you hadn’t said those pointless words, we would have already obtained the talisman seed and left by now.”

"..."

Ke Huai ignored him and looked up into the sky.

A black and white flying sword was stuck straight in the ruins, surrounded by surging sword energy. A crow flapped its wings and landed on the hilt of the sword.

"Gah——"

At the same time, four other flying swords, trailing streaks of sword shadows, slowly descended from the four directions of the Yang family.

As the smoke and clouds slowly dissipated, a figure appeared on the ruins.

The man was dressed in a black and gold Taoist robe, with a simple black and white sword box on his back.

His gaze swept across the entire ruins, past the critically injured Zhou Liu and two familiar faces radiating intense demonic energy.

There were also several broken bodies on the ground, already lifeless, and the air was filled with a thick stench of blood and demonic energy.

His gaze finally settled on Ke Huai's face, and his brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.

"It seems that the real Fellow Daoist Ke Huai is already dead."

This person was none other than Song Yan.

He spoke slowly, his voice devoid of emotion.

Ke Huai sneered, "So it's you..."

"Let's kill them all at once and take them back to Elder Liu to claim the reward."

Although Yang Kaijun's accusations made Ke Huai very dissatisfied, to be honest, he did have his own problems.

The longer we wait, the more things might go wrong. We should act swiftly and decisively, kill them both, and then leave.

The other demonic cultivators can still keep us at bay for now, but once they all escape from Dragon Pool Mountain, it will be difficult for us to get away.

Song Yan sighed softly and closed her eyes slightly.

Although I am not very familiar with Fellow Daoist Ke Huai, I played chess with him at the Cultivation Center a while ago.

How could we have been separated by life and death in the blink of an eye?

pity.

"Xiao He".

With a casual flick of his sleeve, a cyan snake shadow darted out from his Taoist robe.

"Keep an eye on him and don't let him move."

Xiao He transformed into human form and sat down cross-legged beside Zhou Liu.

Although he faced a common enemy—the demonic cultivators—Song Yan did not trust anyone from the Xuan Yuan Sect.

It's safer to have Xiaohe keep an eye on him.

At this moment, Ke Huai and Yang Kaijun, their demonic energy surging and their spiritual power fully unleashed, charged towards Song Yan.

Ke Huai scoffed: "What, you don't mean you still want to..."

Song Yan didn't waste any words. He simply raised his palm, joined his middle and index fingers together, and gently lifted them upwards.

He uttered two words softly.

"Roaring Sun".

Om-!
Above the ruins, spiritual energy began to surge, transforming into sword energy that flowed into the black and white flying sword.

The unmoored boat slowly floated in the air, and four flying swords hummed in the four directions of the ruins.

Within Song Yan's body, the sword energy surged wildly within the Dao-Suppressing Sword Palace.

Ke Huai and Yang Kaijun felt a wave of scorching heat wash over them.

The sky was filled with sword energy, strands upon strands, like surging clouds, all converging towards the Unmoored Boat.

A gigantic phantom of a sun slowly rose from beneath the ruins!
A powerful, scorching heat sealed off the area above the ruins, causing the spiritual energy within to become viscous and solidified, resembling a swamp.

It's unclear from which point the sword energy merged, but it carried a hint of blazing karmic fire.

Immediately, golden-white flames began to ignite around the flying sword.

Without any warning, a powerful and unstoppable golden-white sword light shot towards Ke Huai.

"!?"

Both of them paled instantly; the power of this sword strike far exceeded their expectations.

Without thinking twice, Yang Kaijun pushed forward with both hands.

A violent burst of black demonic fire erupted suddenly, condensing into a protective barrier of demonic energy filled with vengeful spirits whose faces were twisted in agony, attempting to shield the two of them.

At the same time, demonic energy surged from his body, and countless twisted soul shadows shrieked as they lunged at Song Yan.

Ke Huai also let out a sharp cry, and the black magic power on his body also erupted without reservation.

His hands transformed into black claws, forcefully clashing against the oncoming sword light.

Both of them were at the mid-stage of Foundation Establishment, and their combined power was enough to instantly destroy a small mountain.

boom--!
A terrifying, deafening roar.

The stalemate lasted only a moment.

The sword energy melted like ice under the scorching sun, and the vengeful spirit shield melted and evaporated at a visible speed, emitting countless mournful and desperate howls.

The vengeful spirits that rushed towards Song Yan were instantly turned to ashes by the sword energy flowing within the sword formation.

The two demonic cultivators quickly retreated.

Ke Huai frowned and looked at his palm. There was no wound spurting blood, only a pure golden-red flame.

The flames, like maggots clinging to his bones, were spreading wildly and burning his body along the wound on his palm.

No matter what methods are used to suppress it, the effect is minimal.

Moreover, the aura of this flame instilled in him a primal fear deep within his soul.

"Karma Fire..."

Song Yan's face was expressionless, and his eyes were cold.

This was the first time he had used the sword formation "Roaring Sun," and its effects were even stronger than he had originally expected.

This sword formation was not originally created for attack; in fact, Song Yan originally envisioned its primary function as control and defense.

However, considering his current understanding of the swordsmanship within the Book of Illusion, and the fact that the Burning Flame seems to have a strong restraining effect on demonic cultivators...

This sword formation, whistling in the sun, was far more powerful than he had imagined.

The raging flames and the wandering sword energy within the sword formation merged, condensing into golden-red chains that slowly wrapped around Yang Kaijun and Ke Huai's hands and feet.

The sun in the sky began to slowly rotate, and the sword energy chains became more solid and heavy, making the two of them feel as if their bodies were weighed down by ten thousand pounds.

"go!"

Yang Kaijun made a decisive decision.

The current situation is far from sufficient for the two of them to determine a victor against this cultivator named Song Yan in a short period of time.

Soon, many righteous cultivators will arrive from the ruins of Dragon Pool, and then it will probably be difficult to escape.

Almost the instant Yang Kaijun spoke, the two sensed several Foundation Establishment Realm auras approaching from afar.

Ke Huai stared at Song Yan with eyes full of hatred, then glanced at Zhou Liu, who was struggling in pain on the ground, and finally let out a ferocious growl.

"Song Yan, I'll remember you. I'll repay this debt tenfold in the future!" The two spoke almost without hesitation, their overwhelming sense of crisis overriding everything else.

Ke Huai gritted his teeth, and the demonic energy around him collapsed inwards, forming a strange point of light.

He crushed a pitch-black talisman in his hand, forcing out a drop of his blood essence, which then merged into the talisman.

laugh.

A deep, dark gash was torn open in the scorching air.

Ke Huai suddenly transformed into a wisp of black smoke, dragging Yang Kaijun into the crack in an instant.

The sword energy chains binding them snapped all at once as they were torn apart.

Want to leave?
Song Yan closed his eyes.

At this moment, many Foundation Establishment cultivators from the Nine Meridians sensed the great battle taking place here and rushed over.

"Cough cough...Who are you...?"

Zhou Liu dragged his heavily injured body and struggled to get up.

"No, no, no, Yan Yan said..."

But then Xiao He stretched out her finger and suddenly pressed down on his shoulder.

"You can't move."

A tremendous force pressed down heavily on his shoulder. Zhou Liu's body was already severely injured and powerless, and he was slammed back to the ground by the girl's finger.

"cough--"

A mouthful of blood spurted out. Zhou Liu was furious and his eyes were wide open, but the blood blocked his mouth and he couldn't speak.

He could only lie on the ground, looking at Song Yan who was still in the air.

The demonic cultivator has fled; the matter here should be settled.

On the ruins of the Yang family, the four flying swords returned one by one to the Endless Treasury behind them.

Only the unmoored boat remained, its scorching sword energy belonging to Fenru long since dissipated.

At this moment, the people from Xuan Yuan Sect had also arrived. Xi Shuyan frowned, wondering how Zhou Liu had ended up like this.

He was about to step forward and shoo the girl away.

He took only one step forward, then stopped abruptly.

The cultivators of the Nine Meridians immediately sensed something and looked up.

At this moment, the sword energy within Song Yan's body surged forth and gathered on the unmoored boat.

That dreamlike color drifted out and, behind his head, faintly condensed into a radiant glow.

Its sharpness is fully revealed, and its power is unstoppable.

A moment.

Amidst the vast expanse of clouds, one after another, white jade palaces rise ethereally, pristine and untouched, amidst the flowing sea of ​​clouds.

hum-

Between heaven and earth, winds and clouds surge.

A sword's cry echoed softly in the ears of every cultivator on Dragon Pool Mountain.

Instantly, countless sword cries converged.

Xiao He's body suddenly tensed up, and the few scales at her temples trembled slightly.

This is the survival instinct from the bloodline of demonic beasts.

For the first time, a look of fear appeared in her emerald green eyes as she looked at Song Yan.

Every flying sword summoned on Dragon Pool Mountain trembled slightly, and the cultivators looked up in surprise at the figure in the sky.

Song Yan held the black and white flying sword in front of him, with countless sword energies surging around him.

Open your eyes.

Song Yan's eyes were dyed golden-white by countless sword energies, and behind him was the phantom of an endless celestial palace in the sky.

A solitary moon shines behind me.

A mirror is not a mirror, a flower is not a flower, water is not water, and the moon is not the moon.

Song Yan's figure seemed to blur in place, yet also seemed to be everywhere.

His expression was indifferent as he glanced into the distance.

A hundred miles away, Ke Huai and Yang Kaijun, who were fleeing northeast, suddenly felt a chill run through their bodies.

It was as if a pair of cold, emotionless eyes were staring at the two of them from the bright sky.

Zheng——!
The sound of a sword echoed in my ears as it rose from the ground.

But there was no sword energy or sword shadow to be seen.

Above the sea of ​​clouds, the white jade capital city, layer upon layer, merged into a beam of light.

next moment.

Yang Kaijun's body suddenly stiffened; there were no wounds or bleeding.

His head tilted slightly to the side, and all the light in his eyes, which were distorted by pain and fear, was instantly drained away, his spirit extinguished.

Immediately afterwards, the powerful sword energy instantly disintegrated his body.

The blood and demonic energy were slashed out about ten feet away before slowly stopping.

"puff!"

The moment the sword rang out, Ke Huai suddenly spat out a mouthful of demonic blood, his aura instantly weakening to the extreme.

If he hadn't reacted quickly enough and used that precious talisman to block most of the sword energy, his fate would have been the same as Yang Kaijun's.

With no time to spare and no time to hesitate, Ke Huai unleashed demonic energy, his body oozing blood.

Taking advantage of the fact that the talisman technique had not been completely interrupted, he burned his life essence blood at any cost and fled in panic like a frightened bird.

In the Longtan Mountains.

The black and white sword light flew back and disappeared into the Endless Treasury.

Song Yan slowly lowered his hand, and the golden-white light in his eyes gradually faded away.

The feeling of emptiness quickly faded away.

One escaped.

Ruins of Longtan Daji.

The two Golden Core cultivators who were stationed there seemed to sense something.

"Sword intent, huh..."

Master Li Luo of Suspended Sword Mountain opened his eyes and looked at the sky, his eyes sparkling with brilliance.

"I wonder where the Dongyuan Sect found such a promising talent."

Master Mingxin slowly lowered his head, clasped his hands together, closed his eyes, and murmured, "Excellent, excellent..."

Then, he began to recite Buddhist scriptures.

In a secluded corner of Longtan Mountain, Xinshan Sanren, with his unremarkable face, gazes at the sky.

At this moment, the sword light in the Cloud Immortal City had dissipated.

However, he remained lost in thought, observing intently.

“How terrifying…”

After careful consideration, Xin Shan Sanren realized that even he himself would find it difficult to guarantee that he wouldn't be injured if he were to take that sword head-on.

The two small paper figures beside him, without faces, were huddled around his trouser legs, trembling.

"What a mess."

Xinshan Sanren glanced down at them, shook them, and sent the little paper figures flying far away.

He raised his head again, his gaze becoming more focused.

"Before we leave, we should kill him."

Letting him grow up unchecked will not do you any good.

……

The scene of the celestial sword in the clouds above the palace just now was naturally within the range of the spirit clouds on Dragon Pool Mountain.

Outside, in the Dongyuan Sect's library.

Wu Xusheng watched the young man with great interest, glancing occasionally at the sect leader beside him.

Chen Linyuan remained silent, looking at Song Yan. The lazy expression on his face disappeared without a trace, and his eyes even showed a hint of caution.

"Sect Master..." Wu Xusheng chuckled, "How is it?"

Chen Linyuan remained silent.

Even Old Wu, who knew little about swordsmanship, could see the extraordinary nature of this sword strike.

How could he not feel anything?

However, although he didn't say it, some of his original thoughts had already quietly changed at this moment.

The ruins of the Yang family on Longtan Mountain.

The cultivators of the Nine Meridians were stunned, and no one spoke.

Meanwhile, cultivators who had completed their extermination efforts in other places were also arriving.

Upon arriving at this place, all was silent; no one spoke, and no one knew what had happened.

Zhou Liu remained lying in the same spot, his lips moving as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't utter a sound.

Song Yan slowly descended from the air and waved to Xiao He.

"Xiao He, come here."

The snake treasure transformed into a blue light and entered his sleeve. Then, Song Yan left the place under everyone's gaze.

He only asked Xiao He to keep an eye on things because he was worried that the despicable people in the Xuan Yuan Sect would stab him in the back; he didn't intend for it to be a life-or-death struggle.

Xi Shuyan and Fan Dongchen quickly stepped forward and helped Zhou Liu up.

But what they saw was a pair of bewildered eyes that had lost their sparkle.

"How can it be……"

Xi Shuyan's eyes flickered as she watched Song Yan's departing figure, remaining silent.

The Golden Core demon cultivators have already left, and most of the Foundation Establishment and Qi Refining demon cultivators have scattered and fled.

The operation to eliminate the enemy is progressing rapidly.

If Song Zhenzong, Yu Nanxi, and Wang Renming stood in any corner, no demonic cultivator could leave alive.

The sixteen Foundation Establishment stage demonic cultivators who activated the formation on the Great Enclosure Tower were all killed one by one by the Nine Meridians cultivators working together, without missing a single one.

Elder Xu Ziqing carried a head that seemed to be of a rather special nature and reported it to Elder Zhang Guangyuan.

After identification, this person was named Liu Ciming.

He is a demonic cultivator from the Yellow Springs Path.

During his escape, he happened to run into Elder Xu Ziqing, who then killed him.

Speaking of which, the demonic cultivators of the Yellow Springs Path are all quite strange.

Once you enter the Yellow Springs Path, the last character of your name will be changed to "名" (name), or you will add the character "名" to it.

I don't know why it's due to some strange tradition.

Soon, the cultivators of the Nine Meridians reunited beneath the Dragon Pool.

Three streaks of light, each at the Golden Core Realm, appeared on the horizon and landed on the ruins of Daji in the blink of an eye.

The five Golden Core cultivators exchanged telepathic messages for a while, and their expressions all changed.

In the end, apart from Master Mingxin of Huadu Temple, the other four Golden Core cultivators summoned their respective lineage members and gave them a few instructions.

They then transformed into streaks of light and left Dragon Pool Mountain.

What was once a blessed land of immortals and celestial beings is now a scene of devastation, with broken walls and ruins everywhere.

The demonic cultivators wreaked havoc, and the wounds they left behind need to be healed.

Master Mingxin, dressed in a simple kasaya, with a compassionate expression, volunteered to stay here and oversee the restoration of Longtan Mountain.

He emanated a gentle yet resilient golden Buddhist light, which was not intense but possessed a strange power to soothe the mind and purify impurities.

Standing on the ruins after the collapse of Longtan, with hands clasped together, the clear sound of the temple bell echoes gently in the mountain breeze.

"Amitabha."

Master Mingxin opened his eyes, his expression compassionate: "This calamity has caused immense suffering and loss of life. The most important thing is to properly bury the deceased and guide their souls to a better place."

The disciples of the six major sects naturally obeyed the order, and although the cultivators of the other three lineages did not force it, very few of them left.

Under the guidance of this Golden Core Realm Buddhist cultivator, the cultivators of the Nine Meridians immediately sprang into action, caring for the wounded and clearing the ruins.

While traveling around, the Buddhist monks of Huadu Temple also chanted scriptures and mantras to help the souls of the deceased find peace.

(End of this chapter)