I became an immortal in the mountains

Chapter 29 Sword Control
But in this instant, several soldiers fell down with their heads raised.

"Get into formation!"

A lieutenant roared, but as soon as he spoke, his head flew off.

If the Divine Eagle Formation is complete, it can defeat a Grandmaster. If the thousands of imperial guards here set up the formation, they can fight against the ninth level of Zhenwu.

The visitor obviously understood this very well, so the first person he killed was Chen Chuanshan, who was the deputy commander of the Divine Eagle Guard. Here, he was the core of the Divine Eagle Formation. If he was killed, most of the Divine Eagle Formation would be broken.

The people who came were not just one person, and they were all masters. These ordinary soldiers of the Royal Guards were at most middle-level Zhenwu, so how could they be their opponents? In a short while, the generals in the army were killed one after another, and their soldiers had to fight for their own camps. The Divine Eagle Formation could not even be connected as a whole.

At this time, two figures had already entered the underground palace and easily dodged the oncoming armor-piercing crossbow. The Zhenwu wonder appeared, a sea of ​​blood seemed to submerge the cave, screams were heard, and the defensive formations were broken through one after another.

In this world, everyone's great power is concentrated in one person. When one reaches the high level of Zhenwu, the gap between realms cannot be made up by the number of people.

The expert defenders in the cave reacted and went to the cave to meet the enemy.

Several round hidden weapons attacked, and the wind was as strong as arrows.

In the cave, Elder Guo of the Qingluan Sect took the lead, his sword flashing with cold light, intending to knock down the hidden weapon.

But before the force could touch the hidden weapon, it exploded with a loud bang, black mist rose up, and a palm force came from behind, blowing up a gust of wind that blew the black mist into the cave.

"It's poisonous!" Elder Guo exclaimed.

A group of sect masters tried to push the black fog back with their palms, but the black fog was like a maggot on the heel, spreading towards them along with the true energy.

"It's the Soul Devouring Gu from the Red Dragon Cult. Use fire!"

"Let me do it!" An elder of the eighth level of Zhenwu from Xuantian Sect leaped forward, and the wonder of Zhenwu emerged, transforming into a firebird flapping its wings and flying forward.

With a hissing sound, black mist fell down and a burning smell spread out.

But at this moment, a cold light appeared behind him, and a skinny old man from the Red Dragon Sect wearing a black hooded robe suddenly appeared behind him.

Chi!
A dagger pierced the heart of the elder of Xuantian Sect. He slapped the enemy behind him with his backhand, but the skinny old man just laughed and disappeared the next moment. The attacks of the sect's masters who came to rescue him fell into the air.

"The Red Dragon Cult's secret art of dormant dragons!" someone shouted.

Then there were two screams, and the young monk inside was killed. Then two black balls the size of two fingers were smashed to the ground, and black mist filled the cave!

In the center of the crowd, Li Changyan, who was only at the fourth level of Zhenwu, looked calm as he slowly drew out a long sword. One side of the sword was engraved with a soaring dragon, the other side was engraved with a phoenix with spread wings, and on the hilt was a pattern of mountains, rivers, and the country.

As the long sword was slowly unsheathed, the sounds of dragon roars and phoenix cries echoed throughout the cave. Thousands of golden lights shone, and the hidden members of the Red Dragon Sect appeared one after another.

"The Great Qian Dragon and Phoenix Grandmaster Sword is indeed here!"

The skinny old man laughed, not surprised but happy.

……

On the Beiquan Mountain, Prince Qing saw the scene below and sensed the aura of the sword that was bestowed upon him by the late emperor and had accompanied him in battles for many years.

He stood up slowly, staring at a shadow among the trees, and said calmly: "Since you are here, why not come out and chat."

A man walked out from the shadows, wrapped in a black hooded robe. His exposed face was extremely pale, and his pupils were vertical, emitting a green light, which was intimidating.

"As expected of you, you are the military god of Daqian. You remain calm even at this moment." The man's voice was hoarse, as if it had been rubbed by a rough stone, which made people feel extremely uncomfortable.

"Your target is me?" "You shouldn't be alone here, and you shouldn't hand over the Dragon and Phoenix Grandmaster Sword. A Daqian military god, the uncle of the current emperor, is more attractive than a demon cave seal that you don't know if it can be broken."

"How do you know that I don't have two grandmaster secret weapons? Perhaps you should worry about your subordinate, Xiahou Ming." King Qing stretched out his hand, and Qin Hu behind him handed over the sword in his hand.

The black-clothed man's pupils shrank slightly.

Clang!
The long sword was unsheathed, and the sound was extremely loud, echoing throughout the Beiquan Mountain.

The man in black was suddenly startled as a blood-red sword cut through the sky and a red dragon circled up and roared down.

Prince Qing suddenly stood up straight, with flames burning on his body. A huge sword rose from the flames. As he swung the sword, the flames turned into three-meter-long sword energy. The murderous aura condensed from the fighting on the battlefield was so strong that ripples began to appear in the air around it.

Qin Hu stomped his foot suddenly, and a long spear rose from the ground. The spear was like a dragon emerging from the abyss, attacking the man in black directly.

In an instant, the three of them fought together, countless energetic energies burst out, and the surrounding trees and rocks were all turned into pieces.

Xiahou Ming of the Red Dragon Sect, at the peak of the ninth level of Zhenwu.

Prince Qing, the ninth level of Zhenwu, had suffered countless injuries, his energy and blood had already begun to deplete, and his cultivation had regressed.

Qin Hu, the eighth level of Zhenwu, but his spearmanship on the battlefield has reached the state of mind, and he and Prince Qing have extremely tacit understanding. Xiahou Ming was unable to defeat him in a short time.

When the sound of Prince Qing's sword resounded throughout Beiquan Mountain, Gu Yuanqing was awakened from his meditation, and the Kunwu Sword soared into the air, cutting through the sky.

He stared quietly at the three people who were fighting. This rare battle between masters would be of great benefit to his path of cultivation.

Seeing that he could not defeat King Qing in a short time, Xiahou Ming started to activate the secret techniques in his body. The secret energy in his body vibrated and the evil spirit entered his body. His originally thin body suddenly swelled by three points. His muscles became knotted and veins bulged. His whole body became three points stronger.

With one blow, Prince Qing flew backwards, and his feet left two deep grooves on the ground.

Qin Hu's mouth exploded, the spear flew out of his hand, the clothes on his arm were torn into pieces, the strong energy went straight into his internal organs, he let out a muffled groan, and spurted out a mouthful of blood.

Xiahou Ming smiled grimly: "Prepare to die!"

He took a step forward and was about to chop Qin Hu's head with his sword, but he suddenly looked up and saw a sword light cutting through the sky and coming towards him. Behind the sword, there was a white cone-shaped mist, which was a symbol of the sword breaking through the sound barrier.

In the blink of an eye, the sword was in front of him. He held the sword horizontally to block in front of him, and his other hand rested on the blade.

Boom!

Xiahou Ming's body exploded backwards, his feet sank deep into the ground, his long sword bent backwards and seemed about to break. He roared angrily and pushed forward violently.

The long sword shot back dozens of feet.

Gu Yuanqing frowned slightly, and with a thought, the Kunwu sword drew an arc and stabbed again. When it got close, the sword light flashed and transformed into sword lights.

Xiahou Ming was both shocked and angry. The sword was flying in the air, just like the legendary sword-controlling method of immortals remotely controlling it. Is there really such a person in this world?

Qin Hu quickly took the opportunity to retrieve his spear, took a few steps back and came to Prince Qing.

"My lord, are you okay?"

"I won't die." Prince Qing's breath died down and he coughed a few times. It seemed as if most of his energy and spirit disappeared in an instant. He looked exhausted. He turned his head and looked around, trying to find any trace of Gu Yuanqing, but he couldn't find any trace of him.

Seeing this method again, I am still extremely amazed!
(End of this chapter)