Mortal Cultivation to Immortality: I Have 108,000 Techniques

Three hundred zhang, two hundred zhang, fifty zhang...

Zhang Yi and his opponent attacked at the same time!

Two flying swords flew out simultaneously, one a dazzling golden light and the other a clear silver light, clashing fiercely.

The two swords were evenly matched.

"A superior magical artifact!"

Zhang Yi's eyes flashed.

He had gone to great lengths and used every means to forge this Flying Willow Sword!

Judging from their attire, they are very likely members of that immortal cultivation family, so it's not surprising that they could produce a high-grade magic weapon.

They even possess more than one high-grade magical artifact.

"We must finish this quickly!"

Zhang Yi glanced at the two-headed bird not far away and the female cultivator, thinking to himself.

The young man opposite him was quite surprised.

He came from a prestigious cultivation clan, and only after breaking through to the ninth level of Qi Refining did he have the opportunity to enter the family treasury and obtain this superior-grade magic weapon, the Golden Serpent Sword.

He assumed that Zhang Yi was just a rogue cultivator and certainly wouldn't be able to produce any decent magical artifacts, so he was full of confidence.

Who would have thought that Zhang Yi's first move would also be a high-grade magic weapon!

"Behold my ice spike technique."

The young man made hand seals and muttered incantations.

Wisps of white, cold air rose up, gradually condensing into ice crystals, which then coalesced into sharp ice spikes.

The higher a cultivator's magical power, the faster they can cast spells.

Low-level, low-tier spells such as Fireball.

With Zhang Yi's Qi Refining Level 9 cultivation, he only needs to turn his magic power once to unleash it.

The young man opposite him was already at the ninth level of cultivation, yet he still needed to perform hand seals and chant incantations.

This means that the spell the opponent used was at least a low-to-mid-level spell, or even a high-level spell!

"Moon Blade!"

Zhang Yi formed a sword shape with his fingers and slashed forward.

A gleaming blade shot out.

Zhang Yi had cultivated this supernatural ability for several years, and had long since reached the point where he could control it as easily as using his own arm, and use it at will.

"not good!"

The young man was shocked, never expecting Zhang Yi to cast the spell so quickly.

now.

The young man was distracted as he wielded the Golden Serpent Sword and unleashed his Ice Spikes technique, leaving him unable to dodge in time.

He could only disperse the hand seals and squat down.

The crescent blade flew over his head, severing half of his hair bun.

His disheveled hair made the once dashing young man appear somewhat disheveled.

"Very well, I underestimated you!"

The young man laughed in anger, "My name is Yan Han, and I am a member of the Yan family of Guyu Mountain."

Who are you? State your name!

Zhang Yi replied indifferently, "A hermit cultivator from the mountains, not worth mentioning."

As he expected, the two were indeed members of the Yan family.

The characteristics of that double-headed pheasant were simply too obvious.

Yan Han was furious. "A rogue cultivator? How could a rogue cultivator possess such powerful supernatural abilities?"

Since you won't talk, we'll just assume you're a rogue cultivator; it's all the same anyway, you'll just be killed.

After saying this, Yan Han bit his tongue hard, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and then made a hand seal to move forward a little.

The blood spontaneously combusted in the wind, turning into a crimson flame that adhered to the Golden Serpent Sword.

The sword's power increased dramatically.

Fei Liu Jian suffered repeated defeats.

Upon seeing this, Yan Han smiled slightly.

He made another hand seal, attempting to cast the Ice Spikes spell.

Zhang Yi carefully activated the Flying Willow Sword, barely managing to block the golden sword light.

He still had some strength left, and with a flick of his fingers, a crescent blade flew out, forcing Yan Han to dodge.

This was repeated several times.

Yan Han's spellcasting was frequently interrupted, which greatly annoyed him.

When Zhang Yi unleashed the Moon Blade once again.

Yan Han stood still, and a yellow copper ring flew out from his body.

The moon blade only made the copper ring tremble briefly, but it failed to break the treasure.

"Two top-grade magical artifacts!"

Zhang Yi's expression was solemn.

When independent cultivators encounter cultivators from powerful families, they are often beaten so badly that they have no chance to fight back.

This is because cultivation families have complete lineages, and their disciples can cultivate spells, secret techniques, and various magical artifacts.

Most independent cultivators are poor.

Zhang Yi only possessed one high-grade magic weapon, which was already considered extremely wealthy among independent cultivators.

Fortunately.

Zhang Yi is no ordinary cultivator.

He has cultivated to this point and has already comprehended three supernatural powers, as well as mastered several spells and secret techniques.

If he used all his means, he was confident he could kill Yan Han.

But he cannot do that yet.

Because besides Yan Han, there was also a female cultivator and that two-headed strange bird not far away.

This two-headed pheasant possessed a strong aura, indicating it was a high-level first-grade spirit bird, comparable to a cultivator at the seventh level of Qi Refining.

For reasons unknown, neither the human nor the beast made a move, but instead remained on the sidelines and observed.

"We can't let this woman escape, otherwise she might attract the Foundation Establishment cultivators from the Yan family!"

Zhang Yi's mind raced, and his killing intent surged.

He spread his five fingers and channeled his magical power.

Flames flickered continuously, and a blazing fireball appeared at each fingertip.

Five fireballs lined up and shot towards Yan Han in succession.

Instantly, raging flames engulfed Yan Han completely.

"Hmph! How could a mere low-level spell possibly break through my gilded ring?"

Yan Han didn't take it to heart and continued to perform the incantation.

He is a cultivator from the Yan family's Hall of Life and Death, and he frequently fights with other cultivators and demonic beasts, making him extremely experienced in combat.

His mastery of various low-level spells was also extremely high, far surpassing that of ordinary people.

Just like this low-level high-level ice spike technique, only a handful of Qi Refining cultivators in the Yan family have mastered it.

In just a few breaths.

Yan Han's fingertips had already formed more than thirty ice spikes!

Each icicle was sharp and narrow, exuding a chilling aura, and gleaming white like a needle tip.

"Go to hell!"

Yan Han grinned maliciously.

however.

A surge of blood energy suddenly rose from Zhang Yi's body.

Yan Han felt a chill run down his spine, his heart filled with dread. "This is bad!"

A crimson sword light shot into the sky, slashing down at Yan Han.

Bloodless sword energy!

When Yan Han used the Ice Spike Technique.

Zhang Yi was also activating this secret technique!

Both of them were at the ninth level of Qi Refining cultivation.

The power of the Bloodless Sword Qi is in no way inferior to that of low-level or high-level spells.

It might even be better.

The bloodless sword energy was unleashed.

Without the slightest hesitation, Zhang Yi immediately used the Wind Control Technique to dodge, while simultaneously urging the Flying Willow Sword to return and defend against the incoming ice spikes.

The Bloodless Sword's aura was unstoppable.

The gilded ring let out a mournful cry of unbearable burden and was sent flying.

Yan Han's shoulder was grazed by the sword energy, his skin was torn open, the wound was so deep that bone was visible, and blood flowed out in a torrent.

"Brother!"

The female cultivator not far away exclaimed in surprise.

The battle between Yan Han and Zhang Yi lasted no more than half a quarter of an hour.

The woman was well aware of her brother's strength and thought it would be an easy victory.

Unexpectedly, Yan Han was seriously injured in the blink of an eye.

The woman rushed to help and shouted, "We are cultivators from the Yan family's Hall of Life and Death."

"Which family do you belong to? Perhaps our two families have some connection."

Zhang Yi had already formed a moon blade at his fingertips, but upon hearing this, he actually stopped, seemingly having some reservations.

"I have already said that I am just a wandering cultivator from the mountains. It was you who had ill intentions and attacked me first."

Even if this matter goes all the way to your Yan family patriarch, I'm not afraid!

Zhang Yi feigned extreme anger and said this.

His behavior only confirmed the two Yan family cultivators' previous suspicions.

A rogue cultivator?

Are you kidding me?

Independent cultivators are all poor, and most of them are alone.

Where did this superior magical artifact come from? Where did they learn such powerful supernatural abilities and secret techniques?

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