Pick up a god to cultivate immortality

The remaining Daxia warriors couldn't help but shed tears when they saw that more than half of their men had died, while the morale of the Japanese was high.

"Kill these Japanese bastards to avenge the general!"

"Defend Moling City to the death! Kill!"

The old man in black robe stroked his beard proudly under the flattery of several people, "A mere mortal wants to fight against heaven! It's just like hitting a rock with an egg!"

"Master Yamamoto is right. These Daxia people are as stupid as pigs. They are just a bunch of trash and are here to die!"

The old man in black robe smiled and pointed at the remaining people and said, "There are no obstacles anymore, just attack the city. I don't even bother to take action against these ants!"

"Yes, yes, Lord Yamamoto, you just take a rest, and let us do the rest!"

With the immortal cultivators paving the way for the Japanese soldiers, they were able to crush the enemy all the way without any obstruction. But just when they were about to throw stones to attack the city gate, suddenly countless sword shadows flew from the sky and killed all the Japanese soldiers who were in the front!

Instantly, the sword energy was everywhere between heaven and earth, pouring down like a rainstorm, and those Japanese soldiers were mercilessly cut down like cutting melons and vegetables. On the top of the city, a young Taoist in green stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes like torches, and the long sword in his hand stood proudly like its master, with the tip of the sword pointing to the sky, as if telling something.

The old man in black robe narrowed his eyes, and felt that this person's cultivation was not inferior to his own. He became alert and shouted with his spiritual power, "Who are you? What are you doing here? Do you want to be an enemy of our country?!"

The young Taoist in green curled his lips in disdain, "I am Changsheng, a disciple of Shushan. I came down the mountain to carry out a mission. I sensed the fluctuation of spiritual power from our Shushan sect here, so I came to check it out!"

The old man in black robe snorted with an unpleasant expression. He didn't expect that someone would interfere in the battle. "You have a saying in Daxia: a good dog doesn't block the road! I advise you, kid, don't cause trouble! Otherwise, you will regret it!"

"Dog?! How dare you call me a dog?! I'll kill you today!" The young Taoist priest in green frowned, realizing that he was being scolded and threatened. He immediately flew into a rage, holding his sword and ready to fight the old man in black robe.

Everyone looked at the Taoist priest who suddenly appeared with a puzzled look. How could they, who were about to take over Moling City, be stopped by a cultivator who suddenly appeared? No, their Nara Nine Sects were very powerful and could definitely kill the Taoist priest from Shushan in seconds!

Yamamoto really didn't take this little brat seriously. As a person at the immortal level who could walk sideways in Daxia, he naturally had the confidence to kill people.

"Shushan Sword Technique - Xiaoyao Sword!" The young Taoist shouted, drew his sword and rushed towards the old man in black robe, as fast as lightning!

The sword light was like a dream, the sharp blade broke through the air, and the free and easy sword technique seemed to entangle the old man in black robe like flowing clouds. For a moment, the sword shadows were so heavy that the sky and the earth were eclipsed.

Yamamoto immediately recognized the sword technique. It was from the same sect as the man he had killed before. However, the cultivation level of this young Taoist priest was many times higher than that of the previous man. He no longer dared to show any sign of underestimation and focused his attention on fighting the enemy.

On the other side, after Xu Qingqing's flower king ate a cultivator, its strength increased greatly and it grew several more flower heads. Its branches and leaves were winding like dragons and emerald green like jade. Each flower head was inlaid on it like a pearl and exuded a strange fragrance. After smelling it, the seven Japanese people were a little confused and drowsy, and they barely supported themselves by willpower.