Mysterious mirror hanging high

Guan Lingxiao controlled his magic sword to attack Qiu Dongxuan directly, while Li Suxuan controlled Bai Su to harass him from the side. The two most talented sword masters in the history of Jiange attacked at the same time, causing Qiu Dongxuan's expression to tense up!

Now that he has lost his immortality, he dares not confront the enemy head-on and can only avoid it.

But the magic sword actually locked onto his energy tightly. No matter where he hid, even if he escaped underground, it would still hang behind him like a thorn in his flesh!

"Dog skin plaster!"

Qiu Xuandong was extremely anxious, and the dark yellow energy surged around him. Although he could not connect with the earth veins at the moment, he was proficient in the laws of earth after all. These dark yellow energy were still unpredictable in power, trying to dissipate the sword intent in the immortal sword in front of him.

But the next moment, a blinding white light suddenly exploded from the tip of the immortal sword, and the immortal sword in Guan Lingxiao's hand burst out with more than ten completely different sword intents - there was the [Sword Intent of Annihilation] that was as lonely as a cold cliff, the [Sword Intent of Burning Heart] that was as violent as heavenly fire, and even the [Sword Intent of Flowing Clouds] that was as ethereal as a flowing cloud...

These sword intentions were all cultivated into immortal swords by the successive Sword Pavilion divine swords. The lifelong sword intentions and insights of more than ten Sword Pavilion predecessors were contained in them. They were interwoven into a web, tearing a crack in the mysterious and yellow energy around Qiu Dongxuan.

"puff!"

Qiu Dongxuan's body shook violently, and turbid blood mixed with an earthy smell gushed out from his seven orifices.

The sword intent that penetrated into the body moved around like a living thing, severing the meridians wherever it passed.

He staggered back three steps, each step creating a crack in the ground, but the mysterious yellow energy that surged out of the cracks was much thinner than before.

"I have finally had the chance to ascend to heaven, how can I die here!"

Qiu Dongxuan let out a fierce roar and threw out nine solid columns of dark yellow energy from his sleeves.

Eight of them entwined themselves around the immortal sword like giant pythons, while the last one went straight for Guan Lingxiao's face.

Sword energy swirled around Guan Lingxiao, and his body, supported by the Taixu sword energy, was incredibly flexible. He just leaned back slightly and avoided the impact of the mysterious yellow energy with ease.

scoff!

A strong wind blew across his cheeks, and the black ribbon that Guan Lingxiao used to cover his eyes broke, but he still kept his eyes closed.

Li Suxuan's [Bai Su] turned into a hundred-foot-long silk thread at this moment. This sword was wrapped in the hatred of exterminating the entire family. Taking advantage of Qiu Dongxuan's distraction, it slashed his right shoulder diagonally.

This sword was both accurate and fierce, and Li Suxuan's angry attack made it very powerful. A huge wound was actually opened on Qiu Dongxuan's Xuanhuang Dharma body, and debris of soil and rocks fell from it.

But after a moment, a yellowish-brown light flashed by, and Qiu Dongxuan's body was intact as before, but his aura weakened slightly. It was obvious that the self-healing just now could not be used indefinitely.

Li Suxuan's expression turned stern. Only he knew the power of the sword he had just used. It could almost be regarded as the best sword he had ever used since he started practicing. But he didn't expect that he still couldn't kill Qiu Dongxuan with one strike.

"This fellow's current Dharma body isn't connected to the earth veins, and without the daily nourishment of the [Gentu Dongxuan Nurturing Spiritual Treasure Formation], yet it's already so resilient and can even recover on its own..."

"If he had his original body in the late stage of the Spiritualization Realm... he could probably be considered immortal!"

Guan Lingxiao knew that Qiu Dongxuan's body was powerful, so he did not rush forward. He just concentrated his mind and quietly grasped the magic sword in his hand.

The sword hummed, as if it was in tune with its master's mind, and immediately aroused the sword intent left by the ancestors of Jiange from generation to generation, like a hundred rivers flowing into the sea, all converging on a single sword.

Once the sword intent was released, it was invisible and intangible, but extremely sharp, penetrating directly into Qiu Dongxuan's internal organs, constantly eroding his original vitality.

At this moment, Guan Lingxiao's aura was rising steadily, his clothes were moving without wind, and he seemed like a sword immortal descending to the world.

With the magic sword in his hand, he actually developed the belief that he could compete with the cultivators in the late stage of the Spirit Transformation Realm.

On the other hand, although Qiu Dongxuan had a profound understanding of the laws, his magic power was only at the middle stage of the Spirit Transformation Realm. It was like having the magic skill of turning stone into gold, but having no soil or stone to turn it into gold. Ultimately, "a good cook cannot cook without rice."

The three men were fighting fiercely, with swords flashing and yellow sand flying everywhere. Half an hour had passed in the blink of an eye.

Qiu Dongxuan's face gradually turned pale, his breathing became more and more disordered, and the wounds all over his body healed slower and slower. The old wounds had not yet healed, and new wounds were added.

The vitality in his body was like the flame of a dying lamp, flickering unsteadily, and was on the verge of exhaustion.

"You two, please wait!"

The fear of death once again made Qiu Dongxuan's mind go haywire. He watched as the vitality in his body was being destroyed and devoured step by step by the more than ten sword intentions from the immortal sword. Tears actually flowed down his face, and he choked with sobs:

"Fellow Daoist, Fellow Daoist Li... Back then, Qiu was plagued by inner demons and lost his mind, which led to a serious mistake... But Qiu was also insane at that time, and destroying Jiange was definitely not his intention!"

"Qiu...Qiu was born in the Holy Land of Penglai. When I was young, I traveled around the world with fellow Daoist Chang Jingsi, and became close friends with many of the true disciples of Jiange."

"Over the years, I've regretted the mistakes I made, often shedding tears late at night..."

"I was originally going to die, but... considering how hard it is for me to cultivate, could you please fulfill my wish to ascend to heaven? When I ascend to heaven, I will definitely go to the immortal world to find the ancestors of the Sword Pavilion and apologize in person!"

People really laugh when they are speechless. Guan Lingxiao laughed muffledly, and the magic sword in his hand flew out of his hand, turning into a ray of bright light that pierced through Qiu Dongxuan's body and nailed him to the spot.

"what!"

Qiu Dongxuan let out an inhuman howl. His life force was almost gone and he was no longer able to repair the wound on his chest.

Pulling out the magic sword, Guan Lingxiao grabbed Qiu Dongxuan's collar and lifted him high above his head.

At this moment, his eyes were still closed. Looking at Qiu Dongxuan, who was limp in his hands like a puddle of mud, a trace of satisfaction of revenge appeared on his face.

At this moment, Qiu Dongxuan's magic power was almost exhausted, and his vitality was almost gone. Only a breath of true energy was left to keep him alive. The dark yellow energy around him was so thin that it was almost non-existent, and the light of his magical powers was naturally very dim.

"That year, the divine light was so magnificent. I stood in the valley staring at you so intently that I nearly blinded myself."

"Zheng——!"

There was a sound of sword ripping like silk, and at this moment, Guan Lingxiao's tightly closed eyelids suddenly opened!

There was not a speck of flesh and blood in the eye sockets, only two invisible vortexes of sword energy spinning madly!

Rumbling--

Two sky-high sword pillars shot out from his eyes, and Qiu Dongxuan's protective Xuanhuang Qi was torn into pieces like thin paper.

The next moment, the sword light penetrated into the center of his eyebrows——

puff!

The head exploded like a ripe fruit, and before the red and white objects could fly away, they were turned into nothingness by the subsequent sword energy.

As soon as the Nascent Soul in his body escaped from his head, it was interwoven into a net by invisible sword energy and shredded into tiny specks of spiritual light.

Even the soul hidden in the Niwan Palace could not escape. It let out a shrill scream in the sword energy and finally disappeared into thin air.

Immediately, the two sword energies continued to surge into the sky like two intertwined dragons.

The clouds covering hundreds of miles were shattered, revealing the azure sky. The sunlight poured down like a waterfall, shining on the sword tomb filled with flying swords.

The swords trembled together, making clear sounds, as if they were the wailing and laughing of the dead souls in Jiange back then.