Immortality begins with the Swordsman.

The moonlight, like a veil, gently enveloped the silent official road.

Ouyang Qingzhao, dressed in white and holding a long sword, stood tall and straight like a pine tree, resembling a solitary white flag in the world.

Behind him stood Gu Changfeng, Cai Lingshuang, Cheng Buyou, Yue Buqun, and more than ten elders of the sect, including Steward Zhao; further back were more than forty outstanding disciples of the Sword Sect, each with a solemn expression.

As for the remaining two hundred or so people, Ouyang Qingzhao had already ordered them to leave first—among them were many children who had just entered the sect and family members of the disciples, most of whom had no martial arts skills. If they stayed here, they would only become a burden.

At this moment, directly in front of them, more than forty riders stood ready, their momentum overwhelming.

A thousand soldiers are easy to find, but a single horse is hard to come by!

Time was short, and the Pei, Xue, and Liu families could only muster a little over forty warhorses despite their best efforts.

Led by "Whiteboard Killer" Ji Wumian, the team arrived first, intending to hold off Ouyang Qingzhao and his group until the main force arrived to deliver a fatal blow.

At this moment, someone spoke up:

"Brother Ouyang, why did you leave in such a hurry in the middle of the night? Where are you headed?"

Ouyang Qingzhao's gaze sharpened as he stared directly at the person. Although he couldn't see the person's face clearly in the darkness, he already recognized who it was.

Luo Nanqing, leader of the Qingyang Gang.

Ouyang Qingzhao said coldly, "Brother Luo, our friendship of over twenty years, must we really have to come to this point of armed conflict?"

Luo Nanqing scoffed, his tone chilling: "Hmph, over twenty years of friendship? Hahaha, all I've done is serve as your dog for over twenty years."

Ouyang Qingzhao paused for a moment, then sighed calmly, "So that's what you think... then there's no point in saying more."

"Bring the wine!"

he called softly.

A female disciple behind him quickly handed him a pot of fine wine.

She had followed Ouyang Qingzhao for many years and knew that he never drank alcohol—he would only break his vow when he was plotting to kill.

Ouyang Qingzhao took the wine pot and took a big gulp of wine.

As the wine flowed down his throat, a wave of intoxication washed over him. A sickly flush rose to his fair face, and his once calm eyes began to ripple with a hint of madness.

At this moment, Ji Wumian, the "White-Blank Killer," leaped off his horse and casually took a single-edged sword from its back.

The others also jumped off their horses, each brandishing their weapons—swords, spears, halberds, and all sorts of other weapons.

Ji Wumian stepped forward and shouted sternly, "Who is Gu Changfeng? Show yourself!"

Gu Changfeng was taken aback. He looked closely and saw that the man's face was smooth and noseless, with two dark nostrils that were particularly conspicuous, as if they had been ironed flat by an iron plate.

He took a step forward, his tone flat: "So you're the 'Blank Blank Star'?"

Ji Wumian said coldly, "That's right, today is the perfect day to settle the score for the killing of my disciple."

Gu Changfeng said calmly, "Indeed, it's time to settle accounts for the killing of my Huashan disciples recently. But... what's with your nose? Was it natural, or did you get it done?"

Upon hearing this, Ji Wumian's face immediately contorted into a ferocious expression.

In his youth, before he had mastered martial arts, his nose was sliced ​​off by an enemy. Even though he later killed his enemy, the humiliation of having a flat nose became an indelible shame for him throughout his life.

"You're asking for it!"

Enraged, Ji Wumian lunged forward with his knife.

Gu Changfeng was about to draw his sword to fight when he heard Ouyang Qingzhao shout in a low voice: "Leave him to me, you deal with the others."

Having said that, he flashed in white, his sword gleaming like a rainbow, and met Ji Wumian head-on.

The battle was about to break out, and in an instant, the sounds of fighting shook the heavens and sword shadows crisscrossed.

Clang!

Gu Changfeng drew his sword, the "Azure Nether Sword".

This sword was originally coated with sleeping potion, but it was thoroughly cleaned after I accidentally drugged my junior sister Ning Zhongze and was punished by Daoist Zixiao. Otherwise, we wouldn't have needed to exert so much effort to deal with these forty-odd people today.

—As expected, women only slow down my sword-drawing speed!

This battle was extremely dangerous.

Without hesitation, Gu Changfeng used the "Snake-like Leaping Technique" to attack the nearest man in black.

This has been going on for more than half a month.

Ouyang Qingzhao forbade him to go out, so all he could do at home was fill-in-the-blank questions. He finally finished them all a couple of days ago.

Then, he renamed this light-body skill "Spiral Nine Shadows".

"Hmph, courting death!"

When the man in black saw Gu Changfeng attacking, he thrust out his sword. Gu Changfeng was extremely fast; in a flash, he appeared behind him and thrust his sword back, piercing the man's heart with a soft thud.

A scream rang out, and the man in black collapsed to the ground, dead.

Without pausing for a moment, Gu Changfeng turned and moved his sword to attack the second person.

This person wields two swords with extremely fast swordsmanship. One sword is used for self-defense, and the other for attack. He is both offensive and defensive, and his movements are so seamless that it seems impossible to find any flaws.

"So, I can't do anything to you?" Gu Changfeng took a deep breath, his face turning purple, and slashed down with his sword.

"The Purple Cloud Divine Skill?"

The man was taken aback and raised his twin swords to parry, but he still underestimated the power of the sword.

The sword strike was so powerful that the blade shattered upon contact, and the longsword struck his left shoulder. Immediately afterward, Gu Changfeng swung his sword upward, and in a flash, an arm was severed.

Someone once said that as long as you are fast, you will only have one enemy in front of you.

Gu Changfeng remained calm, his face glowing with a purple aura that flickered between light and shadow. His swordsmanship was unpredictable, and his movements were agile. Even the disciples of Mount Hua had never seen him display such skill and agility.

In the blink of an eye, he had killed seven of the enemy's best fighters.

……

On the other side, Ouyang Qingzhao was being besieged by Ji Wumian and Luo Nanqing. The two, one with a sword and the other with a saber, one as the main attacker and the other as the assistant, were cooperating perfectly.

Although Ouyang Qingzhao was skilled in swordsmanship, he was still unable to win against two masters at the same time.

However, the ones who were truly anxious were Ji and Luo.

In a short time, more than 20 people on our side had been injured or killed, while only a few people on Huashan's side had minor injuries.

The key to this disparity in strength was Gu Changfeng—they all underestimated his abilities.

"No, if we keep fighting like this, we'll all be killed."

Ji Wumian was secretly alarmed: "Moreover, our main task was to delay, not to kill the enemy."

In that moment of distraction, he was stabbed in the right arm by Ouyang Qingzhao, his sword slipped from his hand, and he nearly lost his life.

At this critical moment, he suddenly saw Luo Nanqing swiftly step to the side, turn abruptly, and thrust his sword at Cai Ling Shuang beside him...

"You're asking for it—"

A cold glint flashed in Ouyang Qingzhao's eyes. He leaped forward and thrust straight at Luo Nanqing. This sword strike was incredibly fast, designed to force Luo Nanqing to return to defense.

However, Luo Nanqing seemed to have anticipated that he would use this sword technique. Instead of retreating, he advanced, using a strange movement to dodge the fatal sword strike, and then slammed a palm into Ouyang Qingzhao's chest.

"You—" A look of horror flashed in Ouyang Qingzhao's eyes. Then, she took a deep breath and kicked Luo Nanqing, sending him tumbling and flying far away.

Luo Nanqing got up from the ground, spitting out several mouthfuls of blood, and laughed triumphantly, "Hahaha, Ouyang Qingzhao, no matter how much you schemed, you never expected this, did you? All these years, I've been studying your swordsmanship, and finally I've found your weakness..."

"mean!"

Ouyang Qingzhao knelt on one knee, supporting his body with his long sword, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

This sudden turn of events shocked and bewildered everyone at Mount Hua.

Who could have predicted this outcome?

Both sides immediately ceased fighting.

"Uncle-Master Ouyang!" The disciples rushed forward.

"I'm not going to die yet," Ouyang Qingzhao said weakly.

Before long, a series of rapid footsteps suddenly came from afar, filled with murderous intent, as a large group of people were approaching in a grand procession.

Upon seeing this, Ji Wumian, Luo Nanqing, and the others were overjoyed, as if victory was in sight.

The people of Mount Hua, however, looked horrified, as if facing a formidable enemy.

Ouyang Qingzhao took a moment to catch his breath and said with difficulty, "Hurry up, there's a valley ahead. The road there is narrow, and they can't maneuver properly because of their numbers. It's in our favor... that's our only chance."

Gu Changfeng frowned, slowly stood up, and stood facing Ji Wumian and Luo Nanqing with his sword. Without turning his head, he said, "You go first, I'll cover your retreat!"

Cai Ling Shuang and Yue Bu Qun were about to say something when they heard Gu Chang Feng's voice again: "I want to leave, and they can't stop me."

"Alright! Take care, junior brother!"

Immediately, the crowd carried the wounded on their backs and quickly retreated, disappearing in the blink of an eye.