Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 582 Second Attack on Long Eyebrows
As the saying goes, what's the point of talking about chivalry when dealing with evil and crooked people?

The three members of the Anbaando gang began to work together in perfect harmony.

Yan Chixia's sword strike within the formation was negligible; it was merely a spark, not even enough to shake the formation's gate.

Long-browed man was displeased.

It's not that I have any moral criticism of the sneak attack; I simply feel that this Shushan disciple's talent is too poor.

There are no divine weapons, no swordsmanship, only a heroic spirit worth taking a second look at.

Li Yingqi's performance, however, drew a hint of approval to his eyes.

Interesting that they didn't follow the postmodern flying sword technique but instead chose the ancient fighting methods of immortals and gods.

I was just about to put on a show of seniority when I heard
"Long-browed old man, prepare to die!"

His face darkened; the child was impolite.

Li Yingqi had just finished charging up his power. With the purple and green swords in his hands, the swords trembled slightly as they powerfully resonated with the heavens and earth.

Staring at the Long-Browed Master, his fighting spirit surged like a tide, and his killing intent was as vast as the sea.

The Yue Maiden Sword Technique emphasizes harmony with heaven and earth and nature. The sword intent changes with one's state of mind. The more one understands all things and oneself, the greater the power.

At this moment, the swordsman had infused the chill of the ancient snow mountain and his burning hatred for evil into his sword.

With a light swing of the Purple Ying Sword, the sword light was chilling and seemed capable of freezing time and space.

It evokes a desolate and chilling atmosphere, like a deep stream where snow is hard to bear and mountains are frozen where clouds do not flow.

The Azure Chain Sword followed closely behind, its blade blazing like fire, its fiery sword intent seemingly igniting itself.

He left with a burning rage and a heart breaking, determined to kill his enemies and honor their heroic souls.

With both swords drawn simultaneously, their scorching and chilling auras clashed, their swordplay carrying immense power that swept across borders, aimed directly at Changmei.

It can be said that in terms of killing power alone, even Xu Xuan is no match for this Heavenly Star of Slaughter at the Dao Entry Realm. It was truly a very satisfying sword strike.

Long-browed sighed with regret. Although the child was impolite, his swordsmanship was truly remarkable.

I quickly adjusted my mindset and returned to a state of calm.

As the founder of Shushan, his swordsmanship had already reached its peak. Although his flying sword technique was different from his combat swordsmanship, he had already mastered both at this level.

Although the purple and green swords were powerful, they were not enough to stir his heart.

Just as the two swords were about to touch, he raised his right hand slightly, and with a flick of his fingertip, the Southern Ming Fire suddenly condensed into a long sword of flame.

Sword duels, I miss them so much.

Although Mount Shu emphasizes celestial calculations and the evolution of formations, flying swords are the hallmark of the number one sect in Sichuan.

The flying sword technique of the Long-Browed Immortal was unparalleled in his time.

Watching the purple and green swords fly towards him, he was unexpectedly filled with anticipation; it had been a long time since he had seen such beautiful sword light.

As a man who was born with the protagonist's template, he certainly has the right to say that.

In his previous life, he was a disciple of Chusanzi. He was reincarnated and rejoined his master's school, thus beginning a magnificent and eventful life.

If we were to draw an analogy, it would be like Ruoxu of the Daoist school, who progressed very quickly and steadily from the moment he began cultivating to the moment he reached the pinnacle, attracting all sorts of divine skills, weapons, and magical treasures.

The Purple Clarity Treasure Seal is the foundation of his existence. Immortal Venerable Guangcheng left behind many protective methods in the three volumes of heavenly books, especially the last three chapters, which are exquisite and all-encompassing.

He had seen the "Records of the Spiritual Traces of Feng Huo Cliff" and lived there for several years, leaving behind the prohibition against wind and thunder.

He had read "Baiyang Tujie," which describes the bear's posture and the bird's stretching, outwardly embodying the forms of all things, and inwardly containing infinite changes of both pre- and post-natal nature.

He had read the Guangcheng Heavenly Book, and the many mysteries in the tadpole script annotations in the upper part of the book were all in his mind.

The Great Mysterious Heaven Chapter, The Demon Refining Sword Technique, The Pure Yang Elixir Book, The Purple Mansion Secret Manual, The Earthly Palace Golden Chapter, and The Jade Void Treasure Manual

In terms of talent, experience, and spiritual attainment, he has reached the threshold of ascension.

He hadn't personally participated in sword duels for a long time, and many evil and wicked people were easily wiped out by the Heavenly Secrets.

With a slight lift of his finger, the dark blue Nanming Lihuo Sword flew away.

The flaming longsword and the purple and blue twin swords clashed in the air, their sword light and firelight intertwining, producing a crisp clanging sound.

The flying sword technique was so exquisite that it seemed to have come to life, sometimes like a raging fire, sometimes like a gentle breeze. Every sword strike was incredibly precise, as if it had already predicted all the sword paths.

The initial chill of the snow-capped mountains, which had erupted from countless collisions, was easily contained, and the accumulated inner fire was gradually soothed.

The unparalleled power and dazzling sword light were gradually dissipated, and an invisible barrier appeared between heaven and earth.

The terrifying unity of man and sword was only ten steps away from Changmei, yet it felt as if there was an insurmountable chasm between them.

For some, the path of swordsmanship has just begun; for others, it has already reached the summit.
However, Li Yingqi did not back down. He changed his sword stance, and the purple and green swords once again unleashed an even stronger sword intent.

Only by constantly pushing one's own limits can one truly grasp the essence of the Yue Maiden Swordplay.

This battle may be the opportunity for her to break through.

Changmei ignored this matter and drew out a milky white light from between his eyebrows, which condensed into a mirror—the Haotian Mirror.

Its material is neither gold nor jade, and it is extremely heavy. The back is covered with ancient seal script in the shape of tadpole script and strange birds and clouds. It appears raised, but when touched, there are no marks. It is neither carved nor painted, but deeply embedded in the bone.

At first glance, it appears as a hazy, bluish light. But upon closer inspection, it seems to grow ever more distant. Within, a shower of flowers, patches of golden clouds, and the interplay of wind, clouds, water, and fire unfold.

It appears in the golden glow, constantly shifting and changing endlessly.

The reason for taking out the divine mirror was unease; the holy monk opposite him stood with his hands clasped together, looking too much like a high-ranking monk.

Judging from the performances of Yan Chixia and Li Yingqi, the style of this group is so consistent that the leader should also be of the same type.

Although I've lost most of my memories of our first meeting, instincts are never wrong.

He decisively drew his magic weapon and shone it at the holy monk, but it passed right through him. Huh? What a powerful illusion!

Long-browed praise, leaving only a shadow behind, but his aura remained unchanged.

Then, the milky white light probed into the eight directions and six realms, illuminating the void.

The Haotian Mirror truly lives up to its reputation as a divine weapon that can even cause Youquan to suffer losses; even the Holy Father could not escape its pursuit.

Only then did everyone notice that the splendid holy monk had somehow appeared directly above them using the essence of the illusory flower, and was gathering power for a powerful attack with his hands, looking rather sneaky.

It was clearly a sneak attack.

Xu Xuan, who was in the air, felt a little awkward. A villain like you who doesn't lower his intelligence is no fun at all.

But since we're already here, let's fight.

With hands clasped together, golden light manifested from the void, pure, undefiled, equal, and perfect, hovering over the sacred embryo of the soul.

He raised his arms and stood barefoot in the void.

With hands forming a mudra, the images of the Five Paths of Wisdom Kings appear behind him. Subduing demons, devouring evil karma, severing demonic obstacles, taming heretics, the supreme Vajra, and ruling over all.

Willpower surged forth from the Pure Land, accompanied by the divine power of the Great Vajra.

With the palms forming a heart seal posture, the spirit and soul naturally tremble, and the rhythm of the whole body changes.

"Om," "Mani," "Padme," "Mi," "Hum"

The sound was incredibly loud, rolling like thunder, and the two Tibetan demons in the formation even had an urge to kneel down and worship!

Amidst the endless Buddhist chants, the primordial energy of heaven and earth around him was forcibly dispersed, leaving only the Holy Father's Way and Reason in this place.

The surging magical power was compressed to its limit, distorting even space itself.

boom!
Punch! Punch! Punch! The fist that subdues all evil!
There is no physical body to exist, no immortal skin or jade bones to enhance it, but the reason is enough.

This punch was both a feint and a real strike.

The real attack was on the long-browed body of the Southern Ming Fire Spirit.

The attack on the illusion was aimed at the sect leader's desire to become an immortal or a Buddha.

Golden light from the Buddha generated concentric halos, distorting the space and time within that small area.

Matter and space began to collapse, and dazzling light burst forth from the fist, tearing through the void and causing the heavens and earth to tremble.

"boom!"

As the beam of light struck, Changmei knew something was wrong. His opponent's punch contained many Buddhist techniques, which, although crudely combined, were already domineering and were now even more insane.

What kind of monk practices martial arts like that? Even your ancestor didn't care.

In the moment of crisis, he mobilized all his magical power and used the extraordinary power of the Haotian Mirror to draw upon the power of space and time from his body.

A milky-white light curtain condensed before the golden radiance reached him.

With a loud bang, gold and white light shot into the sky.

The mountain crumbled in the light, boulders turned to dust, and ice and snow evaporated instantly. The colossal mountain that had stood for millions of years was as fragile as paper under the tearing of these two beams of light and was forcibly split in two.

The aftershocks swept outwards like a raging tide. The seven demonic arrays outside, which had originally shrouded this area, were now shrouded in black mist and filled with eerie demonic energy, like a curtain in the sky.

However, in the aftershocks of these golden and white pillars of light, the black energy was dispelled by the light, the demonic sound was drowned out by the roar, and the core of the seven-gate demonic array collapsed into nothingness in an instant.

The vital energy formed a terrifying turbulent current in this desolate and uninhabited border region.

The wind howled, lightning flashed, and the earth cracked open with countless bottomless ravines. An aura of destruction filled the air, and the colors of life were rapidly fading.

The disciples of the Tibetan Demonic Sect were caught up in the chaos without knowing anything and were thrown into pieces.

Those who are lucky enough to be missing limbs, and those who are unlucky enough to be missing are everywhere.

As the light and shadow faded, Li Yingqi managed to block the turbulent flow of magical power with the help of numerous protective magical treasures, but he had suffered a great loss of energy.

Xu Xuan's monk's robe had several tears, and its shape was somewhat messy.

The long-browed Nanming Li Huo body exploded and then reformed, the dark blue flames dimming slightly.

Thus, the outcome of the first encounter between the Holy Father and Longbrow was revealed.

The Tibetan Demonic Sect became the biggest victim.

The Poison Dragon Venerable, who was watching the battle from the Two Elements Dust, felt his heart bleed. Although he usually ate one or two disobedient disciples, such a large-scale massacre was really a waste.

If he weren't already in dire straits, he would have started yelling by now.

The holy monks outside were also not at peace; in fact, they were somewhat numb.

This old thing is this powerful with just one avatar? No wonder he was the leader of the righteous path back then.

He immediately suppressed the murderous look on his face and said gently:
"Ahem, you've misunderstood. This is probably our first time meeting."

"Since we are all righteous people, why fight and kill each other?"

"Why don't we release my friend, then sit down and talk to clear up the misunderstanding?"

"We can't let our loved ones suffer while our enemies rejoice."

As he spoke, he pointed at the dumbfounded leader of the Tibetan demonic sect.

Xu Xuan attacked people as soon as he arrived, and all he knew was that Changmei had no memory of their first meeting.

Since he might be outmatched, he might as well use deception to buy some time before looking for an opportunity to stab the enemy in the back.

(End of this chapter)