A Man in the Snow: Starting with a Sword Challenge to the Northern Liang Prince's Palace

The Qingyang Palace wielded immense power and influence in Qingcheng Mountain. Wu Lingsu, in particular, practiced the same methods as Xuanyuan Dapan, using the dual cultivation technique to turn women into his furnaces.

In essence, it's no different from the demonic path.

Having personally experienced such practices, Xuan Yuan Qingfeng naturally despised them. Now that Ye Yun was backing him up, he was determined to destroy the Qingyang Palace.

"They really know how to have fun."

Zhao Kai looked at the beautiful female disciples of the Shenxiao Sword Sect and couldn't help but sneer.

This is even more extravagant than what the prince himself does; the entire sect is almost entirely composed of female disciples. Qingcheng King truly considers himself a king.

The Qingcheng disciples realized that the group that had arrived was up to no good!

Immediately set up the mountain-protecting sword formation.

This can be considered one of Qingcheng Mountain's "trump cards," namely the "Divine Firmament Sword Formation" composed of eighteen disciples in front of us.

This sword formation was created by Wu Lingsu after many years of painstaking research, but the formation in front of us has not been fully deployed.

Seeing this, Xuan Yuan Qingfeng stopped talking and took the lead, carrying his long sword, charging into the sword formation without any hesitation.

A sword aura forcefully broke through the three disciples at the front, attempting to tear apart the sword formation.

Three female disciples behind him leaped into the air, and together they formed an invisible sword aura that forced Xuan Yuan Qingfeng back.

"That's interesting."

Xuanyuan Qingfeng realized that she seemed to have just been competing against eighteen people.

When she unleashed her powerful internal energy, intending to overcome skill with brute force, her internal energy became her greatest trump card.

He instantly unleashed powerful internal energy, locking onto the eighteen people with his aura. With a single sword strike, he forcibly split the eighteen people's sword formation in two.

"return."

"This person possesses profound internal strength; let's reorganize the formation."

The leading Taoist nun shouted to the eighteen female disciples below who were fighting against Xuanyuan Qingfeng.

The eighteen female disciples, without any intention of continuing the fight, abruptly sheathed their swords and returned to the group's side.

"Form ranks!"

What was just a sword formation of eighteen people has now become a true Divine Firmament Sword Formation, composed of thirty-six inner disciples who are skilled in the Divine Firmament Sword Technique.

Ye Yun revealed a playful smile. He hadn't expected Wu Lingsu to have such abilities. It looked somewhat like a Taoist sword formation.

These thirty-six people share a common aura and sword intent, forming a unified offense and defense. If one's strength is insufficient, one will be trapped and die within them.

"Qingfeng, watch out."

Ye Yun reminded him from afar.

Xuan Yuan Qingfeng did not turn the tide; instead, her fighting spirit soared. This was the first time she had ever made a move in front of her master.

He certainly couldn't afford to offend his master, Ye Yun.

Xuanyuan Qingfeng leaped up again, unleashing his profound inner strength without restraint, his powerful aura locking onto the leading female Taoist nun.

An invisible stream of sword energy flowed away.

"Form ranks, attack!"

The "Divine Firmament Sword Formation" formed by thirty-six people suddenly changed, surrounding Xuan Yuan Qingfeng within it. The sword energy within was as crisscrossing as a net, forcibly blocking Xuan Yuan Qingfeng's confident sword strike.

Before Xuan Yuan Qingfeng could react, thirty-six longswords were already locked onto her from above.

The longswords alternately attacked Xuan Yuan Qingfeng.

In a short time.

Even Xuan Yuan Qingfeng, who had just entered the first-grade Vajra Realm, could only desperately use his own internal energy to resist.

Watching all this from a distance, Zhao Kai suddenly had the urge to step forward and help.

He glanced at Ye Yun beside him again. Xuan Yuan Qingfeng was the disciple of this God of Slaughter, so he certainly wouldn't stand idly by.

Ye Yun was not in a hurry. Instead, he was observing the intricacies of the sword formation. Whether it was swordsmanship, sword moves, or sword formation, they all belonged to the category of swords.

With his clear understanding of swordsmanship, learning these techniques would be very easy for him.

Not long after.

Ye Yun stretched out his right hand, and thirty-six small sword-qi figures appeared in his hand, simulating the "Divine Firmament Sword Formation" from before.

Zhao Kai happened to witness this scene.

"My goodness, you learned it right away?"

Xuan Yuan Qingfeng, who was in the sword formation, was clearly exhausted. She had not expected that the "Shenxiao Sword Formation" of Qingcheng Mountain was so powerful.

Her immense inner strength, which she was so proud of, was completely exhausted by this sword formation.

The leading Taoist nun said smugly, "Xuanyuan Qingfeng, instead of being the master of Huishan Daxueping, you've come here to die."

"snort!"

Xuanyuan Qingfeng snorted coldly and deflected the incoming sword with a single stroke of his sword.

"Since you want to die, I'll grant your wish today."

"Array Kill".

Seeing that Xuan Yuan Qingfeng was still unconvinced, the leading Taoist nun decided to kill him.

Thirty-six longswords suddenly converged at one point, and with the combined strength of thirty-six people, they attacked relentlessly.

Xuanyuan Qingfeng was shocked and channeled all his inner strength, wanting to fight to the death.

"Step back! I told you you're not suited to wielding a sword."

A cold voice rang out from behind her.

Then came a burst of sword energy.

It shot out from the red-robed man's sword finger.

There was no warning whatsoever.

There's nothing fancy about it.

The red sword energy crashed straight into the sword net formed by the thirty-six longswords.

What appears to be an ordinary sword strike contains unparalleled power.

Ding!

A muffled thud.

The seemingly powerful sword net was suddenly and completely torn apart. The dozen or so disciples standing at the forefront, along with their swords and themselves, perished instantly under this sword strike.

Before he could even scream, the steps of Qingyang Palace were slowly covered in blood.

"This...this is what a sword immortal is?"

Zhao Kai swallowed hard. The seemingly indestructible "Divine Firmament Sword Formation" had just been broken.

Upon seeing this, Xuanyuan Qingfeng was overjoyed and shouted, "annihilate them!"

The retainers who had followed Xuan Yuan Qingfeng, carrying their weapons, charged directly at the group of female disciples of the Shenxiao Sword Sect.

Ye Yun maintained his aloof expression and walked straight into the Qingyang Palace, seemingly ignoring the leading Daoist nun as he passed by.

When he arrived at the inner gate of Qingyang Palace.

There was already a middle-aged man in a blue robe waiting for him.

"So you are Ye Yun, the Sword Immortal?"

There was a slight tremor in Wu Lingsu's voice.

"good!"

Ye Yun looked at the Taoist priest in front of him as if he were an ant, a man in human form but with the heart of a beast.

"What brings you to my Qingyang Palace? Do you intend to oppose the entire Liyang?"

Wu Lingsu mustered her courage and said.

He was personally appointed "King of Qingcheng" by the Emperor of Liyang.

"puff!"

Zhao Kai, who was standing next to him, couldn't help but laugh out loud. He then looked apologetic and said, "Sword Immortal Ye, I'm so sorry! I just couldn't help it."

Zhao Kai looked at Wu Lingsu as if she were a fool.

The "God of Slaughter" before them was someone who had even forced his way into the Northern Liang King's Mansion, a place that Xu Xiao had once conquered.

You're nobody.

While Zhao Kai was joking.

The area around the main hall of Qingyang Palace was now filled with various elite soldiers and armor, as well as disciples of the Shenxiao Sword Sect.

They directly surrounded Ye Yun and his group.

"Father, how dare that brat Ye Yun come to my Qingyi Palace? Isn't he just courting death? If we kill him, won't we become famous throughout the world?"

An arrogant voice came from outside the main hall.

It was Wu Lingsu's son, Wu Shiqi.

Wu Lingsu thought to herself: It's over.

It seems that Qingyang Palace is about to change hands today!