Mortals cultivate immortality, I have a Chaos Tower

Yun Li stood in the air, his eyes grim. Seeing that Li Shentong was already burning with sword intent and had completely entered a life-or-death state, he began to feel a little heavy in his heart. Facing this former ancient sword god, although he had the advantage in cultivation, the opponent's sword attainments and tenacious fighting power far exceeded his expectations.

Li Shentong's sword light came like a violent storm, and the sword energy was crisscrossed, as if it was going to tear the world apart. Every sword left no room for maneuver, as if he had completely ignored his own defense, just to kill Yun Li. Every move he made was filled with the desperate power of a desperate attack, forcing Yun Li to retreat again and again.

"This old guy is really fighting for his life!" Yun Li cursed inwardly, knowing that if he dragged on like this, although he had a chance of winning, he would inevitably suffer a lot of injuries. In order to completely suppress Li Shentong, he had to use his best skills.

His eyes turned cold, and he suddenly shouted: "Li Shentong, since you want to die, I will grant your wish!"

As Yun Li roared, a strange aura suddenly erupted from his body, and thick black fog instantly surged out of his body, spreading out and covering the surrounding sky and earth. From the black fog came bursts of low ghostly howling sounds, as if countless vengeful spirits were struggling and wailing in it, which was creepy.

"A hundred ghosts are parading at night!" Yun Li shouted coldly and swung his sword violently. Countless ghost shadows appeared in the black fog in an instant, like evil spirits pouring out of hell. Each ghost shadow carried a fierce murderous intent and surrounded Li Shentong, making shrill screams.

The black fog spread quickly, covering the entire battlefield. As the black fog spread, Yun Li's figure suddenly changed, instantly splitting into ten, twenty, or even hundreds of clones, surrounding Li Shentong like ghosts. Each of Yun Li's clones held a long sword, the sword light was cold, and with endless murderous intent, they launched a fierce attack on Li Shentong.

"One Hundred Ghosts Parade at Night, the Ultimate Sword Art!" Yun Li's voice came from all directions, as if it was everywhere. This sword art of One Hundred Ghosts Parade at Night was his lifelong secret skill. Through ghost shadows, countless clones were created, and each clone had a powerful attack power. At this time, Li Shentong was completely surrounded by hundreds of Yun Li's clones and was surrounded by heavy sword shadows.

"What kind of evil magic is this..." Li Shentong's eyes showed a trace of horror. Although he had seen countless formations and swordsmanship, he had never seen such a strange method. This night parade of a hundred ghosts seemed not to be a skill of the mortal world, but a forbidden power from the depths of hell, full of endless coldness and terror.

Li Shentong swung his sword, and the sword energy swept out like a gust of wind, fiercely slashing at those ghost clones. Each sword carried an extremely sharp killing intent, but every time he slashed a clone, a new one would condense again, as if it was endless and could not be killed at all.

"Hahaha, Li Shentong, today is the day of your demise!" Yun Li's wild laughter echoed in the air, and he seemed extremely proud and arrogant. His Night Parade of a Hundred Ghosts condensed the power of the soul into sword shadows, which was almost unstoppable, and even the Sword God Li Shentong was completely suppressed.

Li Shentong continued to swing his sword, chopping off one clone after another, but these clones seemed endless and could not be completely eliminated. As time went on, Li Shentong's spiritual power was also rapidly consumed. Gradually, his sword power began to slow down, and his physical and spiritual strength were close to the limit.

"No, if this continues, I will surely die!" A trace of anxiety flashed in Li Shentong's eyes. After all, he was in the early stage of the Nascent Soul, while Yun Li was in the third stage of the Nascent Soul. There was already a huge gap between the two in terms of cultivation. In addition, Yun Li's Night Parade of Hundred Ghosts was extremely strange. Even if he used all his skills, it would be difficult to reverse the situation.

In the fierce battle, Li Shentong's figure began to slow down, and the edge of his sword energy gradually dimmed. Every time he slashed down with his sword, the light was slower than the previous one. The spiritual power in his body was consumed too much, making it difficult for him to wield it freely as before.

"Hahaha, Li Shentong, the Ancient Sword God is no more than this!" Yun Li's wild laughter rang out again, and his clone rushed towards Li Shentong again. The sword light fell like raindrops, suppressing Li Shentong to the point where he could hardly breathe.

Li Shentong's eyes showed reluctance. He was once an invincible ancient sword god, how could he fall in such a situation? However, no matter how hard he fought, these ghost clones in front of him were like endless phantoms. No matter how he used his sword skills, he still couldn't get rid of this heavy encirclement.

At this moment, Lin Fan, Jin Buke, Zhong Ling'er and Jiang Shuiling, who were standing in the distance, all felt this earth-shaking battle. The four of them witnessed Li Shentong's predicament and had different feelings in their hearts.

"This Yun Li is so strong! I'm afraid Li Shentong can't hold on!" Jin Buke's eyes were cold, he clenched the long sword in his hand, and couldn't help but whispered. He always admired the strong. As the former sword god, Li Shentong was very powerful, but facing an opponent like Yun Li, he was still in trouble.

Zhong Linger frowned, feeling the confrontation between the formation and the swordsmanship, and was worried about Li Shentong: "This Yun Li's ghost swordsmanship is too strange, and each sword is the power of the soul. No matter how powerful Li Shentong is, he will not be able to resist it for long."

Jiang Shuiling said softly: "After all, Li Shentong has been sealed for many years, and his cultivation is not as good as it was in the past. In addition, Yun Li's Nascent Soul Level 3 cultivation is indeed a huge challenge for him."

Lin Fan stood aside, his eyes calm, but he was thinking about countermeasures in his heart. He knew that Li Shentong was one of his strongest assistants after all. If Li Shentong died here, it would be a huge blow to the plan to break the formation.

"We can't delay any longer. Li Shentong can't die here." A trace of determination flashed in Lin Fan's eyes, and the Qiankun Axe in his hand was slightly raised, ready to help at any time.

At this time, Li Shentong's situation became increasingly difficult. The clones of the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons kept rushing towards him, and the sword lights were raining down, forcing him into a dead end. Li Shentong's physical and spiritual strength were almost exhausted, and he was no longer able to fight back.

"Today, you will definitely die!" Yun Li's voice was like the call of the god of death, carrying with it endless murderous intent.

At this moment, a trace of despair and anger flashed in Li Shentong's eyes. He never thought that he would die in this way. However, facing the countless clones in front of him, his body and spiritual power have reached their limits and can no longer support it.

"It's not unfair that the Ancient Sword God fell in my hands!" Yun Li laughed coldly, and his clone swung the sword again, preparing to deliver the final blow to Li Shentong.

At this moment, a majestic axe light suddenly came from a distance, carrying an endless breath of destruction, and fiercely chopped towards those ghost clones.