This is the true immortal of the Taoist sect.

Qingfeng watched as his own soldiers fell one after another in battle, some even leaving no trace of their bodies, their very souls unable to escape.

Even Qingfeng, who was initially just an outsider, was gradually moved by this tragic situation.

He no longer stood idly by, but instead immersed himself in the situation and began to fight as well.

Only after truly participating in such a large-scale war can one understand just how insignificant an individual's power truly is.

Qingfeng used every trick in the book, fighting until he was covered in blood, but the enemy still stretched as far as the eye could see.

"boom..."

Suddenly, a terrifying pressure descended.

Immediately following was a devastating shockwave.

Whether human or alien, they were all blown away.

Moreover, the vast majority of those affected died instantly.

Qingfeng was thrown at least dozens of miles away and crashed into a broken cliff, completely collapsing the already precarious cliff.

He was buried underground by the collapsed rocks.

"cough..."

Beneath the ruins, Qingfeng coughed up a large pool of blood, which even contained fragments of internal organs.

Qingfeng's vision went black, and he almost fainted.

He mustered his strength and scanned his entire body with his spiritual power, only to find that almost every bone in his body was broken.

His internal organs were a complete mess, his meridians were severed, and even his dantian was ruptured.

Fortunately, the impact did not damage his primordial spirit.

"How terrifying... Whose fighting aftershock was that just now?"

Qingfeng found it unbelievable.

He didn't even see where the person he was fighting was; it was just a shockwave from the battle that left him severely injured and on the verge of death.

Even he couldn't see the two combatants, which meant that the two combatants were at least hundreds of miles away.

"Could it be the Great Emperor?"

Qingfeng was horrified.

Without further thought, he immediately began to circulate his internal energy and regulate his breathing.

Fortunately, he had refined the Yang Lotus from a Yin-Yang Sword Lotus, which transformed him into the Extreme Yang Sword Body, making him so powerful that he was almost immortal.

With just a thought, the life force within the body begins to operate.

The shattered flesh began to regenerate, the broken bones gradually healed, the broken meridians returned to normal, and the internal organs recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In less than ten breaths, Qingfeng was back to normal.

A flash of sword light shattered the rocks, and a gentle breeze swept through the air.

His entire body was brimming with an incomparably powerful sword intent.

A gentle breeze floated in mid-air. He took a deep breath and activated the Nine Breaths Breath Control Technique, instantly restoring his internal magical power to its original state.

He opened his eyes, his gaze sharp as a sword. This severe injury had given him a deeper understanding of his Extreme Yang Sword Body.

It seems that even his cultivation level has increased significantly.

However, Qingfeng was a little curious: was he projecting his spiritual will onto this battlefield, or was it his true physical body that had come here?

Qingfeng couldn't tell the difference, nor could he be sure whether he would take the improvement gained from this life-and-death experience with him.

I looked up and saw the battle still raging in the distance.

At this moment, Qingfeng's last bit of concern disappeared.

With the near-immortal Pure Yang Sword Body, what is there to worry about?

Qingfeng summoned the "Spring Breeze" sword, rode it, and transformed into a beam of sword light, returning to the battlefield.

However, when his "Spring Breeze" sword flew into the enemy camp before him, this spiritual sword, whose spirituality had greatly increased after his transformation into the Extreme Yang Sword Body, deviated from his will for the first time in history and flew in another direction.

Upon seeing this, Qingfeng was taken aback, then frowned and called out:

"spring breeze..."

But then a sudden thought struck him, as if a possibility had occurred to him.

Spring breeze, as always, moonlight...

They were originally from the same source, sharing the same materials, the same furnace, the same refining techniques, and both were crafted by the same master...

So when Qingfeng traversed most of the battlefield, following 'Spring Breeze' to kill countless alien races, and finally saw that other dazzling sword light, even though he had long been mentally prepared, his heart still couldn't help but tremble.

The gentle breeze and the spring breeze both stopped. In the distance, "Yi Ru" seemed to have gone mad, relentlessly piercing through every alien race that dared to stand in its way. It also flew across half the battlefield. The two swords were of one mind, recklessly approaching each other.

The Spring Breeze Sword hovered beside Qingfeng, emitting a series of sword cries.

Qingfeng smiled gently and said softly:

"Go..."

The Spring Breeze Sword instantly transformed into a streak of sword light and flew out.

On the opposite side, a sword light also flew towards them.

The two swords were like two agile sprites, circling each other in mid-air. Even the soldiers and alien races participating in the battle could feel the joy emanating from the two swords.

A figure appeared as if in a fleeting moment, its feet lightly touching the air before finally stopping in front of Qingfeng.

Their eyes met, their gazes darting around, as if they had returned to their childhood days decades ago.

I saw the girl blush for the first time because of the person she liked.

"Senior brother..."

Wang Jingshu's calm tone concealed a wealth of emotions.

For Qingfeng, this address of "senior brother" spanned several decades.

"Jing Shu..."

They called out to each other softly, needing no further words.

However, this battlefield is clearly not a good place for reminiscing.

A terrifying streak of light descended from the sky, hurtling straight towards Wang Jingshu.

At this moment, Wang Jingshu, whose eyes were only focused on the breeze, was completely unaware of the impending danger.

She only saw Qingfeng's figure flash by and he was already close to her. She could even smell the fresh scent on Qingfeng's body.

"roll..."

But what Wang Jingshu heard was a furious shout from Qingfeng.

It was only then, when she felt a powerful surge of energy behind her, that she realized her senior brother was trying to save her.

With a wave of his hand, Qingfeng sent both swords flying back, landing in the hands of the two men respectively.

Wang Jingshu lowered her head shyly and murmured:

"Senior brother, you saved me again..."

Upon hearing this, Qingfeng smiled slightly and was about to speak.

But then Wang Jingshu raised her hand and pointed, and a sword flashed by in an instant. The sword energy transformed into a terrifying torrent, instantly killing a three-headed monster not far behind Qingfeng.

Qingfeng was taken aback, turned around and looked back, then smiled wryly:

"Now we're even..."

Wang Jingshu tilted her head and smiled sweetly.

After that, the two stopped talking and stood shoulder to shoulder, back to back. One was like a spring breeze, the other like a sword, as if they had become a meat grinder on the battlefield. Wherever they passed, all the alien races bowed their heads.

Qingfeng even had the capacity to treat other wounded soldiers.

He wore a blue robe and a white dress.

Innocent and pure, invincible.

Just as unparalleled in killing power, spring breezes are also quick-witted and resourceful.

With Qingfeng's Five Thunder Orthodox Technique, virtually no alien race could escape from them.

However, such a high-profile move quickly caught the attention of the higher-ups among the alien races.

A humanoid alien with blood-red wings on its back and a giant scythe-like weapon in its hand stepped across the void from the enemy camp and appeared before the two.

The giant scythe slashed down from the sky, and before it even got close, the ground beneath its feet was split in two.

Although Qingfeng and the other person were shocked, they were not afraid. They raised their hands and waved, and the Haotian Mirror instantly blocked their heads.

The spring breeze, as if weaving a net of swords at an extremely fast speed, covered a void.

However, the two-winged monster was far more terrifying than they had imagined.

He has clearly reached the realm of a martial god.

The sword net, interwoven with sword energy, shattered upon contact, and the enormous, sky-piercing scythe phantom landed on the Haotian Mirror.

"boom..."

A terrifying power erupted, and the Haotian Mirror suddenly sank.

Qingfeng's legs went weak, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, almost kneeling on the ground, but he managed to hold on.

Wang Jingshu was shocked.

"Senior brother..."

Qingfeng's eyes widened, his hands quickly formed hand seals, and he roared.

"ah..."

In an instant, an extremely dazzling divine radiance from the heavens shot into the sky.

With the most righteous and honorable power in the world, it directly pushed back that terrifying scythe.

Above the void, the winged monster shuddered violently with its scythe and couldn't help but take a half step back.

When he looked at Qingfeng again, the killing intent in his eyes was clearly even stronger.

"A mere celestial soldier dares to oppose me? Die..."

The scythe fell again, this time covered with streaks of blood-red light, leaving a tiny crack in the void wherever it passed.

Qingfeng grabbed Wang Jingshu's hand, intending to activate the Haotian Mirror to dodge.

He could tell that this winged monster's cultivation was at least equivalent to a Martial God with five Emperor Marks, and he was currently unable to contend with him unless he broke through to the Five Qi Realm.

But just as he was about to leave with Wang Jingshu, another figure suddenly appeared out of nowhere in front of them.

"How dare you bully my disciple? You're asking for death..."