This immortal has a lot of rebelliousness

The setting sun was blazing, casting its blood-red afterglow down, soaking the clouds in the sky, making this ancient and desolate battlefield seem as if stained with blood, filled with a solemn and heavy atmosphere.

Zhang Xianling was dressed in a black robe, standing proudly, as strong and upright as a pine tree, standing alone in the wilderness.

The strong wind whistled past, blowing his clothes wantonly, making a loud noise, as if playing the prelude to this life-and-death battle.

His eyes were deep and gloomy, like an endless abyss, with a cold light flashing in them, tightly locked on Nangong Lingyuan who was not far ahead. Beneath his stern face, he revealed a resolute and fearless aura.

Nangong Lingyuan was dressed in a white robe as white as snow, with his long hair flying and dancing in the wind, adding a bit of free and unrestrainedness to him.

His expression was icy cold, as if covered with frost and snow. In his hand, he tightly grasped the "Lingyuan Sword" which was very famous in the martial arts world. The sword shone coldly, like a meteor in the dark night, emitting a faint bloodthirsty light, as if announcing in advance the upcoming bloody killing.

"Zhang Xianling, today is the day you die!"

Nangong Lingyuan was the first to break the suffocating silence. His voice was like a cold wind coming from the Nine Nether Hell, icy and biting, piercing straight through the air and blowing across the dead and silent wasteland, carrying an unquestionable murderous intent.

Zhang Xianling's lips curled up slightly, revealing a seemingly nonchalant smile of disdain. He snorted softly, "Nangong Lingyuan, aren't you too conceited? You dare try to take my life with just that broken sword in your hand?"

However, despite his outward display of strength and provocative words, his heart was like a taut bowstring, and he did not dare to slack off even for a moment.

Nangong Lingyuan's swordsmanship is well-known in the martial arts world, and his unfathomable attainments have long been deeply rooted in people's hearts. In this battle, he knew in his heart that he did not have a complete chance of winning, and if he was not careful, he would die.

A flash of anger flashed across Nangong Lingyuan's eyes, like a bolt of thunder across the night sky.

Immediately afterwards, his figure flashed, floating like a ghost, and he pounced towards Zhang Xianling in an instant.

The long sword in his hand shook.

In an instant, sword flowers bloomed, just like the twinkling stars in the cold night, and the sword force was sharp and pressing, piercing Zhang Xianling's throat.

Zhang Xianling's eyes suddenly focused, as if an eagle's eyes locked onto its prey. He dodged to the side and avoided the fatal blow by a hair's breadth.

At the same time, he clenched his right fist, his muscles tensed and bulged, and punched Nangong Lingyuan's abdomen fiercely. The fist whistled with unparalleled force.

Nangong Lingyuan's reaction was also extremely quick. He swung his sword back and blocked it. There was a loud "clang" sound, like the ringing of a huge bell, which made people's eardrums hurt.

Where the fist and sword intersected, sparks flew and the sound of metal colliding echoed for a long time in the wasteland.

The two men separated and staggered, each stumbling back a few steps.

Nangong Lingyuan breathed slightly, his chest heaving, and he was secretly shocked.

Zhang Xianling's punch seemed to be thrown casually, but in fact it contained a secret. The strong and powerful force made his arm numb and his palm painful.

Zhang Xianling was also extremely alert. The speed of Nangong Lingyuan's swordsmanship was far beyond his imagination. If he had not reacted in time at that moment, he would have been covered in blood and seriously injured.

"Zhang Xianling, your boxing skills are quite good, but compared to my peerless swordsmanship, they are just trifles and not worth mentioning!" Nangong Lingyuan raised his sword again.

This time, he had no reservations.

He displayed his unique skill, "Lingyuan Sword Technique", which made him famous.

In an instant.

The sword's power was like a surging wave, one wave higher than the other, sweeping towards Zhang Xianling continuously.

Every time the sword was swung, it carried with it an extremely sharp sword energy, like a materialized sharp blade, which seemed to completely tear apart the air around Zhang Xianling and put him into a desperate situation.

Zhang Xianling took a deep breath, trying to calm his disordered breathing.

The true energy in his body was like a rushing river, flowing rapidly throughout his body. Every muscle was tensed to the extreme, like a fully drawn bowstring.

Then, he displayed his unique skill "Spirit Shadow Fist". His body was like a black lightning, moving quickly and freely in Nangong Lingyuan's impenetrable rain of swords, like a nimble ghost.

While he was concentrating on dodging Nangong Lingyuan's violent attacks, he was also searching closely for flaws in the opponent's swordsmanship with his sharp eyes.

His mind was racing with thoughts of countermeasures, beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down his forehead and dripped onto the dusty wasteland.

"Hmph, let's see how long you can hide!" Nangong Lingyuan saw that his attacks repeatedly failed, as if hitting cotton. The anger in his heart was like a burning fire, becoming more and more intense.

His swordsmanship changed, becoming more violent and ferocious, like a beast that had lost its mind.

Suddenly, he jumped high, his figure like a roc spreading its wings and soaring into the sky, with the long sword in his hand raised above his head, as if he wanted to poke a hole in the sky.

He shouted loudly: "Ling Yuan Po Ri!" In an instant, a dazzling sword energy like the scorching sun surged out from the sword, with a momentum to destroy the world, and slashed straight towards Zhang Xianling, as if to split him completely in half.

Zhang Xianling looked up, his face turned pale instantly, and he thought to himself that something was wrong.

The power of this sword was beyond imagination. He knew in his heart that if he took it head-on, he would be seriously injured or even die on the spot.

However, he was now trapped, with no escape possible. Gritting his teeth, he clenched his fists as if grasping the world's strongest weapons, mobilizing all his inner Qi and charging forward against the sword energy, as resolute as a moth to a flame. With a resounding "bang," as if the heavens were collapsing and the earth were splitting, Zhang Xianling's body, like a kite with its string cut, was fiercely struck and flung away by the sword energy. He fell heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust like a small sandstorm, temporarily obscuring his form.

"Cough cough..." Zhang Xianling struggled to get up from the ground. A trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, like a blooming red plum, dripping onto the ground in front of him.

He reached out his hand and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes revealing a resolute and fierce look: "Nangong Lingyuan, your sword is indeed extraordinary, but it's still too early to defeat me so easily!"

Nangong Lingyuan looked at the injured Zhang Xianling, and a feeling of pride surged in his heart, as if he had already seen victory waving to him: "Zhang Xianling, you are now at the end of your strength and seriously injured. Just accept your death today!" As he said, he rushed towards Zhang Xianling again, waving the long sword in his hand vigorously, as if a wheel was spinning, bringing up a cold light, as if to completely devour Zhang Xianling.

Zhang Xianling endured the pain that surged through his body like a tide, gritting his teeth and causing veins to bulge on his forehead. He mobilized the remaining Qi in his body, preparing to face the next round of fatal attacks from Nangong Lingyuan.

He knew in his heart that he could not continue to passively take the beating like this, otherwise he would die here today.

You must take the initiative and find the weaknesses in your opponent's swordsmanship in order to have a chance of survival.

Just when Nangong Lingyuan was about to rush in front of him, Zhang Xianling suddenly raised his head and shouted to the sky: "Spirit Shadow Attack!"

Immediately afterwards, his figure seemed to disappear out of thin air and disappeared from the spot in an instant.

next moment.

It was as if he had traveled through time and space and appeared behind Nangong Lingyuan.

His fists were clenched tightly, as if containing a thousand pounds of strength. With a whistling sound, he smashed hard towards Nangong Lingyuan's back, like two falling meteors.

Nangong Lingyuan sensed the sudden attack from behind and was horrified, as if he was being stared at by a poisonous snake.

He quickly dodged to the side, but Zhang Xianling's speed was too fast, like lightning across the night sky.

Although he tried his best to dodge, his left arm was still grazed by Zhang Xianling's fist. A sharp pain instantly spread throughout his body, as if burned by fire, and he gasped in pain.

"Damn it!" Nangong Lingyuan's eyes widened like an angry lion, and he turned and attacked Zhang Xianling frantically. For a moment, the two figures intertwined, fighting back and forth, and the fight was difficult to separate.

Dust billowed across the wasteland, like a thick cloud of gunpowder smoke. Sword energy crisscrossed the landscape, like a web of death. The surrounding stones, slashed by the sword energy, were instantly reduced to dust and scattered by the wind.

As the battle continued, Zhang Xianling's injuries became more and more serious, as if his body was being bitten by countless poisonous snakes.

His movements became increasingly slow and heavy, like a beast trapped in a quagmire.

Nangong Lingyuan keenly sensed Zhang Xianling's weakness and was overjoyed, as if he had found a treasure. The sword in his hand became even more fierce and ferocious, like a deadly scythe.

He stared at Zhang Xianling closely, his eyes like a wolf locking onto its prey. He spotted a flaw in Zhang Xianling and stabbed him with a sword, like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue, aiming straight at Zhang Xianling's heart.

Zhang Xianling watched helplessly as the cold sword stabbed towards his chest, and the shadow of death instantly enveloped him.

He wanted to dodge, but his body seemed to be filled with lead and would not obey him.

The feeling of despair was like a surging tide that instantly drowned him, and a deep sense of powerlessness surged in his heart.

Just when the sword was about to pierce him, a flash of inspiration suddenly came into Zhang Xianling's mind, like a ray of dawn in the darkness.

He remembered what his master once told him: "When you are in a desperate situation, don't give up, believe in your potential."

These words were like a powerful electric current that instantly passed through Zhang Xianling's mind, instantly clearing his chaotic consciousness. His eyes suddenly became extremely firm, like the brightest stars in the night sky.

At the same time, a mysterious and powerful force seemed to be completely aroused deep within him, like a sleeping lion awakening. He suddenly turned sideways, narrowly avoiding Nangong Lingyuan's fatal blow by a hair's breadth.

His right hand shot out like lightning, as fast as the wind, and grabbed Nangong Lingyuan's wrist, holding it tightly like an iron clamp, making it unable to move, and then twisted it hard.

Nangong Lingyuan felt as if his wrist was pierced by thousands of steel needles. A sharp pain came over him, and he could hardly hold the sword in his hand, which was about to fall.

He struggled desperately, trying to break free from Zhang Xianling's iron-like grip, but to no avail.

"How is this possible? How could you suddenly become so powerful?" Nangong Lingyuan looked at Zhang Xianling in horror, his eyes full of disbelief, as if he had seen the most incredible thing in the world, and asked in a trembling voice.

Zhang Xianling looked at him coldly, as if he was looking at a dying man: "Nangong Lingyuan, you have underestimated me from the beginning to the end. Today is the day you die!" As he spoke, the true energy in his body surged wildly like a volcanic eruption, gathered on his fists, and attacked Nangong Lingyuan, like thunder and lightning, unstoppable.

Nangong Lingyuan's black robe rustled, and his eyes revealed madness and greed.

As a wandering immortal, he should have been detached from the world, but he was trapped by his obsession. He tried to sacrifice most of the creatures in Haoqi City through this evil formation to replenish his own blood and energy and break through to the Nascent Soul stage.

"Zhang Xianling, you are just a small ant in the late Foundation Establishment Realm, and you dare to go against me? Just accept your death obediently, and maybe I can leave your body intact!" Nangong Lingyuan laughed arrogantly, dancing his hands, and began to recite the evil formation spell.

Zhang Xianling snorted coldly, the long sword in his hand hummed, and the spiritual power on the sword flashed, showing his indomitable spirit.

"Nangong Lingyuan, you are so cruel and insane. Even if I, Zhang Xianling, risk my life today, I will not let you succeed!"

After saying that, he flashed and rushed towards Nangong Lingyuan like a ghost, piercing the other's throat with the long sword in his hand.

Nangong Lingyuan waved his hand disdainfully, and a black spiritual shield appeared instantly, easily blocking Zhang Xianling's fierce attack.

"Unbelievable!"

He shouted loudly, and slapped out with his backhand. The palm wind was whistling, and he attacked Zhang Xianling with overwhelming force.

Zhang Xianling quickly dodged to the side, but was still hit by the palm wind and staggered a few steps.

He steadied himself, took a deep breath, mobilized the spiritual power in his body, and attacked again.

This time, he used his famous sword technique "Lingxiao Sword Technique". The sword shadows were heavy, like dancing spirit snakes, enveloping Nangong Lingyuan.

Seeing this, Nangong Lingyuan put away his contempt, formed seals with his hands, and muttered something. For a moment, the spiritual energy of the surrounding heaven and earth seemed to be controlled by him, turning into sharp blades that collided with Zhang Xianling's sword shadow.

The two fought back and forth fiercely. The ground in the square was pitted by the impact of spiritual power, and the surrounding buildings were also crumbling under this powerful force.

Just when Zhang Xianling was gradually losing his strength, a crisp shout was heard.

"Nangong Lingyuan, stop being so arrogant!" A woman in red came riding on a sword. It was Wei Yinhong.

Wei Yinhong has a graceful figure, and the long sword in her hand exudes a biting coldness.

She exchanged a glance with Zhang Xianling, nodded slightly, and joined the battle. The two of them joined forces and for a time fought Nangong Lingyuan on equal terms.

Nangong Lingyuan was furious when he saw this: "Humph, one more person is seeking death!"

He suddenly increased his spiritual power output, the spells in his hands changed, and a huge black vortex formed above his head, which began to frantically devour the blood and energy of the surrounding creatures.

Zhang Xianling and Wei Yinhong felt a powerful suction force, and their bodies were involuntarily sucked into the vortex. "No, we can't be sucked in!"

Zhang Xianling yelled, stabbing his sword into the ground, gripping the hilt tightly with both hands, trying to steady himself. Wei Yinhong also channeled her spiritual energy to resist the suction.

Nangong Lingyuan looked at the two struggling and laughed heartily: "Your resistance is in vain. Today is the day you die, and it is also the day I, Nangong Lingyuan, will be promoted!"

However, just as Nangong Lingyuan was getting carried away, Zhang Xianling's eyes suddenly flashed with determination. He bit his tongue hard and spurted a mouthful of blood onto the longsword, which instantly shone brightly.

"Miss Wei, please give me a hand!" Zhang Xianling shouted.

Wei Yinhong understood and immediately transferred her spiritual power into Zhang Xianling's body. With this power, Zhang Xianling performed a forbidden sword technique he had never used before - "Severing Life and Destroying Soul Sword".

This sword seemed to contain endless destructive power, and it slashed towards Nangong Lingyuan with an unstoppable momentum.

Nangong Lingyuan sensed the danger and wanted to hide, but found that he was locked by this force and could not escape at all.

"No! How is this possible!" Nangong Lingyuan screamed in horror, but it was too late.

Zhang Xianling's long sword slashed at him fiercely, instantly breaking his spiritual shield, and a blood mark spread from his chest.

Nangong Lingyuan suffered a severe blow, his aura instantly weakened, and the black vortex above his head began to crumble. But he still did not give up and tried to activate the formation again.

Zhang Xianling would never let him succeed. He endured the excruciating pain of the spiritual power backlash in his body and raised his sword again to attack Nangong Lingyuan. This time, he did not hold back at all, and each sword strike was filled with the determination to kill.

Under Zhang Xianling's fierce attack, Nangong Lingyuan finally couldn't hold on and fell to the ground.

He stared at Zhang Xianling with lifeless eyes, muttering, "Why...why can you break my formation..."

Zhang Xianling gasped and said coldly, "Those who do evil will eventually perish. You, such an evil person, will receive your retribution today!"

With the fall of Nangong Lingyuan, the haze that shrouded Haoqi City gradually dissipated.

Zhang Xianling put away his sword, turned around and looked at Wei Yinhong, a grateful smile on his face: "Miss Wei, this time it's all thanks to you."

Wei Yinhong smiled slightly: "Mr. Zhang, you are too polite. You and I both cannot stand what the Nangong family has done. It is fate that we can work together to repel this evil villain today."

The two smiled at each other. Although Haoqi City was in ruins at this time, new hope was born in the ruins.

Zhang Xianling knew that this battle was just a small setback on his road of cultivation, and there would be more challenges waiting for him in the future, but he was not afraid, because he firmly believed that his destiny was in his own hands, and no one could stop him from moving forward.

In a corner of Haoqi City, a mysterious figure quietly left. He looked in the direction of Zhang Xianling and Wei Yinhong, his eyes revealing an elusive look, as if all this was not over yet...