Cultivating Immortality, Starting from Childhood Sweethearts

Many cultivators had endured countless hardships, finally arriving before Xu Ming.

But Xu Ming, with just one punch, instantly killed them.

The martial artist's true energy emanating from Xu Ming's body was completely unlike that of an ordinary Spirit Origin Realm martial artist.

Even approaching Xu Ming would cause you to tremble uncontrollably from the invisible pressure.

All the cultivators in Baiwa City and the foreign demon clans were not naive fledglings who had never seen the world.

Their lowest cultivation level was in the mid-stage of the Cave Heaven Realm, and they were all the best of their respective sects, which was why they were sent by their sects to compete for the extraordinary treasure.

In the past, when facing others, they were like chickens and dogs to be slaughtered, and even when encountering cultivators with higher cultivation levels than themselves, they could sometimes kill enemies across realms.

But now, when facing this Xu Ming, they felt like a fish on a chopping board, at his mercy.

Xia Donghua stared blankly at the scene before him.

Xu Ming walked forward step by step, and with each step, a cloud of blood mist would explode around him.

No matter what spells the opponents used, no matter what magical treasures they wielded, Xu Ming shattered them all with a single punch!

Each time Xu Ming killed someone, the blood energy around him intensified.

Not to mention Xia Donghua and the others, even Qin Qingwan and Yuwen Xi were extremely astonished.

Qin Qingwan was actually quite confident in her own strength, which was why she had said the words "I'll protect you" to Xu Ming.

But now, Qin Qingwan wondered if she could really win against Xu Ming if she faced him head-on.

Qin Qingwan looked at Xu Ming's back, her peach blossom eyes gently rippling.

It was as if she had returned to her childhood.

In her childhood, Xu Ming was also so powerful, always standing in front of her.

As Xu Ming continued to kill, no one dared to step forward anymore.

When Xu Ming took a step forward, the vast majority of people subconsciously took a step back.

Xu Ming smiled: "Don't you want to seize the treasure? How can you seize it by hiding so far back?"

"Then I will give it a try." A man in a sword robe stepped forward.

"Is Your Excellency a disciple of the Myriad Sword Sect?"

Looking at the style of the sword robe, Xu Ming felt a little familiar, it should be a cultivator of the Myriad Sword Sect, he had seen Xu Xuenuo wear it before.

The man was stunned for a moment, then bowed with his sword in hand: "Indeed! I am Zhuang Yan from Minghai Peak of the Myriad Sword Sect."

Xu Ming smiled: "I wonder how Miss Xu Xuenuo of your sect is doing?"

Zhuang Yan replied: "Senior Aunt Xu is a hundred times better than me. Even though Senior Aunt Xu has been suppressing her cultivation level in order to participate in the Rootless Secret Realm, she is now the number one among the younger generation of the Myriad Sword Sect, surpassing even some senior brothers and stewards."

Xu Ming shook his head: "I'm asking if she's doing well?"

Zhuang Yan looked at Xu Ming with some incomprehension, but Zhuang Yan quickly remembered that Xu Ming was from the Wu Kingdom, and Xu Xuenuo was also, and they both had the surname Xu, could they be relatives.

With this relationship, Zhuang Yan suddenly felt a little closer to Xu Ming.

Zhuang Yan replied again: "Thanks to Brother Xu's concern, Senior Aunt Xu is doing well now."

"That's good." Xu Ming took out a peach wood sword.

This peach wood sword was very short, like a child's toy.

In fact, it was originally a child's toy.

This peach wood sword was a birthday gift from Xu Xuenuo to Xu Ming, Xu Ming had always kept it, and had always been using this sword.

"Your Excellency... is a sword cultivator?" Zhuang Yan was a little confused.

"I can barely be considered one." Xu Ming bowed with his sword in hand, "Please give me your guidance, brother."

And just as Xu Ming straightened up, sharp sword energy burst out from Xu Ming's body,

The surrounding cultivators felt as if their skin was being cut by knives.

They even felt as if needles were entering their throats as they breathed.

"Such strong sword energy!" Dugu Qiu of the Heavenly Mystery Sect frowned.

The more he looked at Xu Ming, the more he felt that the other party was like a monster.

Like most people, even if they knew Xu Ming, it was because of that poem and the letter of rejection, knowing that Xu Ming was a talented person.

But other than that, they knew nothing about Xu Ming.

But this was also normal, after all, cultivators had a natural contempt for martial artists, so even if Xu Ming was talented, so what?

In the end, he was just a mortal.

But now, they had to take Xu Ming seriously.

Xu Ming's martial artist realm was already so exaggerated, and yet he could still cultivate, and was also a sword cultivator! Moreover, his sword energy was sharp, which was extremely rare even for them.

"I'll take the liberty!"

Zhuang Yan thrust his sword forward.

Zhuang Yan did want that treasure pearl, but now, what Zhuang Yan wanted more was to defeat Xu Ming.

Xu Ming's sharp sword energy undoubtedly aroused Zhuang Yan's competitive spirit.

The two swords were like the Milky Way hanging in the moon, and also like stars falling from the sky.

Zhuang Yan was surprised to find that Xu Ming was actually using the Ice Sun Sword Technique of the Myriad Sword Sect.

The Ice Sun Sword Technique was a sword technique created by the Sect Master, and only direct disciples could cultivate it.

Could it be that Senior Aunt Xu gave the Ice Sun Sword Technique to this Brother Xu?

After a hundred rounds, Zhuang Yan felt increasingly strenuous.

Xu Ming did not use his martial artist's true energy, and was completely relying on his Foundation Establishment Realm strength to compete with him.

But he was actually being suppressed?

Not to mention that Xu Ming was using an ordinary peach wood sword, while his sword was a second-grade magic weapon!

In the one hundred and fiftieth round, the long sword in Xu Ming's hand was covered with frost, breaking through Zhuang Yan's sword edge.

When the long sword in Xu Ming's hand stopped, the tip of the sword was already pointing at Zhuang Yan's throat.

"I admit defeat." Zhuang Yan sighed, convinced of his defeat.

Zhuang Yan looked at Xu Ming: "Brother Xu's sword path, has anyone taught you?"

Xu Ming shook his head: "No."

Listening to Xu Ming's answer, Zhuang Yan's expression was even more regretful: "Brother Xu has learned the sword path on his own, and has achieved such achievements, if Brother Xu focuses on the sword path, his future will be limitless."

Xu Ming smiled: "The sword path is good, the martial path is not bad either, I will try to walk both of them."

Zhuang Yan advised: "The martial artist is ultimately a dead end, why does Your Excellency insist on walking down it? In my opinion, Brother Xu's talent in the sword path is not inferior to Senior Aunt Xu Xuenuo at all. If Brother Xu is interested, I can recommend Brother Xu to the Myriad Sword Sect for further study."

Xu Ming politely declined: "Thank you for your kindness, Brother Zhuang, but I still don't want to join any sect, but I should visit your sect at that time."

Seeing Xu Ming's insistence, Zhuang Yan no longer persuaded him, and finally bowed: "I will not take action tonight, I hope Brother Xu takes care, I hope that one day, we can drink in the Myriad Sword Sect."

"I'll take Brother Zhuang's kind words." Xu Ming smiled.

Zhuang Yan no longer said anything, turned around and flew down the mountain.

And just as Zhuang Yan left, everyone was even more afraid of Xu Ming.

A martial artist with an extremely exaggerated realm strength, a sword cultivator who even the direct disciple of the Myriad Sword Sect could not defeat.

At this time, Xu Ming was like a mountain, standing in front of everyone.

"I wonder if any of you want to come?"

Xu Ming shouted at the crowd, his voice echoing in the night sky.

Hundreds of people, but no one answered.