Great Red Immortal Sect

Chapter 103 Fall
In the center of the sword pool, a gray light flowed, and the stars in the sky seemed illusory and would burst with a single poke.

On the gray-brown Taoist platform, there was a long roar of thunder and the clash of magic swords, clear and melodious, like the bells of an ancient temple.

The originally bumpy ground was now covered with many hideous sword marks. The green robe fluttered in the wind, and the silver-white magic sword was flying back and forth like a dragon.

There were many bloody holes on Liu Xingfang's body, and the most fatal one was just a finger's length away from his qi sea, which almost cost him his life.

Chi Ling on the opposite side was also seriously injured, but his aura was still far greater than that of Liu Xingfang himself. He swung his magic sword and didn't give Liu Xingfang a chance to breathe.

He hadn't been able to sense his master since a while ago, and he felt a little uneasy because he thought something might have happened in the sword pool.

Chi Ling's attack was fierce, and he could even use the [Jie Yuan Sword Falling], with the same power and changes as Liu Xingfang himself.

The opponent's martial arts, sword moves, and spells are all exactly the same as mine, and his condition is even better. How can I win?
"Now that things have changed, I'm afraid the Sword Pond's teleportation won't work anymore. Who knows, I might actually die."

After all these years of cultivation, today Chi Ling really pushed him between life and death. The opponent knew all his moves and they were completely useless to him.

It was like fighting against his own mirror image. It was an extremely uncomfortable feeling. His magic power and spiritual awareness gradually dried up and he gradually fell into decline.

'After this pool spirit manifested, it separated from me and will no longer imitate my current state.'

After fighting for so long, Liu Xingfang has roughly seen the strengths and weaknesses of Chi Ling.

"If you want to kill him, you can only have a chance if you improve enough in this short period of time and surpass him."

Cultivation and magic cannot be achieved overnight. The only hope now is the magic sword in your hand.

He has already gone very far in the realm of sword power, which is still considered ordinary, equivalent to what ordinary people call a swordsman, who only uses sword moves to kill the enemy.

Sword Yuan is the prototype of sword energy and the embodiment of the sword realm. It lingers above the magic sword. Although it cannot be activated outside the body and moves at will, it already belongs to the realm of immortality.

From sword force to sword essence, it is the difference between mortal and immortal, a world of difference.

Liu Xingfang held Panpo tightly, took a long breath, and coughed up dirty blood. His heart was as calm as a lake, and he gradually forgot what was in front of him. There was only this magic sword in his eyes.

Gangyin had already told him to retract it. His energy and spirit were concentrated together, his soul was trembling, and the lightning light on it gradually disappeared, revealing the original silver-white sword body.

Chi Ling attacked again, with loud thunder sounds and magic sword slashing down. Liu Xingfang waved his sword to block it, without using any magic, just parrying it so simply.

Unable to defeat his opponent, Liu Xingfang was struck by lightning and fell to the ground. There was a clear sound of bones breaking, and his internal organs were pierced by the broken bones. At this moment, he was spitting blood from his mouth.

However, he didn't care about his injuries at all. He only felt that his whole body was alternating between hot and cold, sometimes as if he was in a furnace, and sometimes in snow. The dragon on his spine made a crisp sound, and his magic power began to circulate rapidly.

Chi Ling attacked again, spells swept down, flying swords twirled and attacked, instantly opening many bloody holes in Liu Xingfang's body.

Unable to resist, the flying sword cut off three fingers of his left hand, making him look even more miserable.

Liu Xingfang's momentum had dropped to the lowest point, like a candle in the wind, but Jian Chi still showed no signs of teleporting. Chi Ling attacked again, with a cold light flashing on the sword, ready to end the other's life completely.

Heavy lightning flashed, pressing down. Liu Xingfang raised his sword with his right hand, thrusting it upwards against the trend, but still without using any magic.

Above Panpo, a bright white light emerged, forming a white light surrounding the sword body, fluctuating.

Chi Ling's lightning swept away the white sword light. The illusory figure paused for a moment, as if it was difficult to understand what was happening before its eyes.

Liu Xingfang's black hair was disheveled and his face was covered in blood, but his eyes were extremely bright at this moment. He looked at the magic sword in his hand with great fanaticism.

Sword Yuan.

He took a risk, between life and death, gambled his life, and fought the enemy with only the magic sword, and finally realized it.

"It's my turn."

Liu Xingfang took a step forward, and the white light on his sword shone brightly, showing a breathtaking sharpness.

A hint of purple appeared at the tip of the sword. He laughed loudly and stepped forward, using [Long Qi Xing Yun].

Suddenly, the sword energy surged, thundering sounds were heard, Panpo moved forward courageously, and the Chi Ling was about to block, but was bounced away by the sword light, and the sea of ​​qi was shattered by the white sword energy.

The pool spirit dissipated at this point. Liu Xingfang let out a long sigh and could no longer stand steadily. He fell on the platform and reluctantly swallowed a few pills to stop his injuries.

He groped around on the platform, searching for his severed fingers, but he could only find two. He applied some medicine and barely reattached them.

The little finger of his left hand had been shattered by Chi Ling's magic and could never be put back together again.

Although the situation was so dire, he laughed out loud, and looked almost obsessively at the white jade-like sword energy surging on Panpo.

There was silence all around, and there was no trace of the so-called cleansing, but Liu Xingfang was already satisfied, as he had obtained what he wanted.
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Wei Yan stood on the Taoist platform and gently stroked the [Drinking Blood] in his hand.

In front of him was a figure that looked like him. This Chi Ling was holding a magic sword similar to the [Blood Drinker], which was condensed from gray light, and there was a deep red sword energy flowing on the blade.

[Drinking Blood] made a long sound, and it seemed that several rays of blood rushed into Wei Yan's body from the sword. He stood still and put away the magic sword.

The Chi Ling on the opposite side fell down, and was cut in half from the middle of the body, and disappeared.

The surroundings were silent, and there was no movement at all during the so-called cleansing.

Wei Yan didn't care at all, his mind still immersed in the fierce battle just now. A deep murderous energy was flowing around his body, and blood-colored lines were spreading from his neck.

His eyes were clear and resolute, and he was calm and composed, silently suppressing the strange vision brought about by [Drinking Blood]. Before coming here, he had already cultivated the sword essence, so Wei Yan naturally had little expectation for this so-called sword pool cleansing.

Even if it manifests, Wei Yan will not use it.

"Those in the sect who have been cleansed in this sword pool have all become sword essences, but they will never make any progress in their lifetime."

The master had the opportunity to be refined in the beginning, but he did not use it. In the end, he relied on himself to cultivate sword essence and then sword energy. Wei Yan was naturally fascinated by it.

Although this pool spirit that could imitate itself was mysterious and had not been recorded in the sect, Wei Yan still killed it with his sword.

"Chi Ling cannot imitate [Drinking Blood]. "

He pondered for a moment, and looked closely at the black magic sword in his hand. There were bright red blood-colored lines on it, and one could vaguely see that it depicted a battlefield scene. The hilt of the sword was engraved with the words "Drinking Blood", which exuded a murderous meaning.

Wei Yan was practicing the third-grade "Shaqi" technique called "Fuxing Evil Body Technique". His Dharma body was originally infected by the evil energy of the earth, so his practice naturally progressed very quickly.

As for the way of the sword, apart from his master, he had the deepest understanding of the "Wukong Sword Art" in the sect, and even several elders were not as good as him.

Although Senior Brother Qi practiced the sect's authentic fourth-grade martial arts "Chengcha Dusu Jing", the fourth-grade "Zhouchen", he was still a little better in terms of his understanding of the "Wukong Sword Art".

The surroundings were silent, and the token on his body had lost its ability to sense the outside world, which made him a little worried.

The star field above suddenly shattered, revealing an endless void. The surroundings became bright, and some invisible barrier dissipated.

Many Taoist platforms appeared, and the people who entered were finally able to see each other.

Wei Yan looked around and saw that although the two people from Dachi Temple were injured, they were in good condition. Liang Yuanming's breathing was stable, but his expression was a little panicked.

As for Yuan Lu, he had already fainted on the Taoist platform, with blood flowing from all seven orifices and a pool of molten iron on the ground. No one knew what had happened to him.

"Brother!"

Seeing Senior Brother Qi, Wei Yan couldn't help but exclaim in surprise. Qi Wen was now covered with sword wounds, his qi sea was shattered, and he was on the verge of death.

Wei Yan wanted to fly over immediately, but a heavy pressure came over him, preventing him from doing so.

Liu Xiao, who was standing by, felt relieved when he heard that Liu Xingfang was fine. The two of them had just exchanged a few words when something unexpected happened again.

The Taoist platform where Qi Wen and Liu Xiaowen were located gradually floated up and flew towards the misty void above. The speed was slow, but it was unshakable.

"Brother!"

Liu Xingfang and Wei Yan both cried out in surprise, wishing they could immediately go to Yufeng to save people, but they could not leave this platform no matter what.

Liu Xiaowen looked at the Taixu in front of him, which was like a broken mirror, and felt a chill in his heart. Death was right in front of him. As long as he fell into it, he would surely die.

The atmosphere on the scene was a little desperate for a moment. At this time, a group of people suddenly appeared on a Taoist platform. They were Zuo Hemo and his group.

At the ninth level of Qi Refining, he could barely fly up under the heavy pressure. Liang Xilan and Yuan Zhi flew straight towards their younger generations.

Zuo Hemo and Xu Xuan's expressions changed when they saw what happened. The situation was urgent at the moment. If they were a step later, their disciples would be killed.

The two of them immediately flew up with all their strength, rushing towards the two Taoist platforms carrying Qi Wen and Liu Xiaowen.

Yuan Zhi, who was below, looked at the two people flying up on the wind, a gleam in his eyes. He pretended to look after his grandson, but in fact he was paying attention to the movements of Xu Xuan and Zuo Hemo.

'Closer, just a little closer.'

Yuan Lu was unconscious at the moment, but his grandfather, Elder Yuan Zhi, didn't care at all. He only focused his attention on the two people who were flying in the wind.

Finally, Xu Xuan and Zuo Hemo flew to the Taoist priest and were about to rescue their disciples.

This place is very close to the misty void. If you are not careful, you will fall into it and die.

Yuan Zhi finally took action at this moment, and secretly activated the bone talisman in his arms. The void suddenly shook and changed, revealing countless illusory scenes.

An irresistible suction force came, enveloping Xu Xuan and Zuo Hemo, and they fell straight into the void.

"Master!"

The platform under Liu Xiaowen and Qi Wen stopped moving and slowly flew back. Everyone present was shocked. They did not expect such a sudden change to happen.

'It's done, it's done!'

Yuan Zhi was extremely excited. Today, he successfully completed the master's order, and then built the foundation, and even the purple palace.
He was just imagining what kind of reward he would receive later when he suddenly felt a sense of discomfort. He felt horrified, as if he was standing under a dangerous building and was about to collapse and smash him to pieces.

"I"

He was about to speak, but his tongue slipped and got stuck in his throat, making him feel very uncomfortable.

A breath of turbid air hit the Qi Sea, and a small gap in his past practice was touched at this moment. Suddenly, the entire Qi Sea was in turmoil, and his Dharma body began to disintegrate rapidly like a clay sculpture encountering water.

Red, yellow, and white, the rotten flesh and blood poured onto the face of the unconscious Yuan Lu below.

There was a moment of dead silence, without any sound around.

(End of this chapter)