Immortal, I have mediocre qualifications

The scene changed and they were still fighting.

The flying sword flew across the sky and chopped off the head of a casual cultivator who had made a mistake.

Lu Xinghou's body no longer had the immature air, but had become mature, shining like a sword that had been tempered for thousands of times.

It has been two or three years since he debuted to suppress the tiger in the pass. He has matured, and every move has the power to destroy the enemy.

This time, he was ordered to wipe out Fuhu Mountain, which had become a den of bandits and was in ruins.

"Master of the Immortal Sect, I, Fuhushan, have no intention of becoming your enemy, so please leave as soon as possible."

In Fuhu Mountain, the clouds and fog were locked in the sky, making it difficult to see the details. A rough voice came out, extremely polite.

In this world, no matter how unruly a monk is, when he meets a monk from the Immortal Sect, his first thought is never to offend, but to compromise.

"When people gather together and act recklessly, they will be wiped out one day."

Over the past two or three years, Lu Xinghou had seen this kind of situation a lot, and he looked calm and had no intention of giving up.

To defeat bandits is not to rely on soft words, but to be fierce. The will of the Black Abyss Prison cannot be disobeyed.

"There's really nothing you can do to be kind."

With such a tough answer, the enthusiasm in Fuhushan's voice faded, but there was still a trace of hope left, so he asked again.

"This is not negotiable."

Lu Xinghou said coldly.

Although they are not unruly, the people of the Immortal Sect do have a natural aloofness, and there is absolutely no possibility of changing orders when they are given.

"Brother, don't be polite to him."

"What about the people of the Immortal Sect? The situation is like this, what can he do to me?"

"If you have the ability, come in."

In Fuhu Mountain, those ferocious casual cultivators could no longer suppress their temper and started shouting and killing.

What they are doing is killing people and selling goods. If they don't dare to do anything, there is nothing they can do. Even if they are monks from the Immortal Sect, they will be killed.

"Humph……"

Lu Xinghou snorted coldly, moved his body, holding a Ling Ran sword in his hand, and struck into the depths of the clouds.

"Well come."

There were sounds of joy. The group of cultivators in Fuhu Mountain were in a favorable location, supported by formations, and had a large number of people. Lu Xinghou suddenly broke in. They had a great chance of winning.

A group of people took action against Lu Xinghou.

"Rumble..."

Fuhu Mountain shook, and vague waves spread in all directions. The clouds and mist were vague, and the numerous killings and figures were hazy, making it extremely difficult to guard against.

The most prominent place is the figure of a young man, solemn and silent, the sword in his hand shows a fierceness, without any sign of flinching.

"Chong"

The divine light in his eyes shone through the sky, and he saw the flaw in the formation. He slashed out with his sword, and the sword light poured out like black water.

The surroundings trembled, and the hazy smoke suddenly dissipated, revealing all the hidden cultivators.

"Impossible, you have such an offensive, how can you be a nobody?"

The people in charge of Fuhu Mountain were a pair of brothers, named Wu Tingsheng and Wu Tingfeng. The former was extremely confident in his own defensive strength, and was extremely surprised when he saw that the formation was suddenly broken.

"Are all Immortal Sect monks so powerful?"

Wu Tingfeng's eyes were solemn. His usual understanding of the Guangxiu Immortal Sect existed on paper. Only when he saw it now did he realize how true it was.

This is indeed a huge figure. Any monk who walks out will have strong combat power.

"Lu is indeed a nobody, but he will not remain a nobody forever."

The passage of time brought Lu Xinghou an experience. The Immortal Sect was in turmoil, but the Black Abyss Prison was still strong.

They are rising and rising.

As a part of it, he must grasp the general trend and use this gust of wind to raise his prestige high.

"Chong"

His mind was agitated, and the sword in his hand seemed to be resonating, making a buzzing sound. The sword energy filled the air, filled with a sense of indifference.

"puff"

The person facing the sword's edge was bleeding, his eyes were wide open, and he lay down in a pool of blood with reluctance and fear.

Seeing this, Lu Xinghou became colder and colder, his figure was like the north wind passing by, his sword energy shocked Feng Xue, he rushed away and killed two more monks.

"kill"

There was a white-haired casual cultivator who stabilized his mind and violently acted like an ape hurting someone. He held a sledgehammer high and suddenly smashed it down, and the sound of rolling thunder could be heard.

"puff"

Lu Xinghou turned around and swung his sword away. The whole process was smooth, like mountain spring water flowing through the gravel path, like the breeze blowing away the clouds, naturally.

The white hair was scattered and the figure was stagnant. The heavy weapon in his hand was unable to fall off, but a gap opened in his neck, which gradually expanded, shaking the head off his shoulders.

"Don't give him a chance to fight alone."

Wu Tingsheng's eyelids twitched. This monk from the Guangxiu Immortal Sect was so fierce that he couldn't seem to be bound by any rules.

"Om..."

He sacrificed a small bell, made of tempered red copper. It looked as big as a palm, but in reality it was as heavy as a stone.

The small clock flew around, shining with brilliant firelight, and with lines flashing on its surface, it hit Lu Xinghou with great power.

Lu Xinghou stood tall, his magic power running through his body, passing through his arms, his palms were immediately covered with a layer of black light, and he shook the little bell without any scruples.

"clang"

The sound of gold and iron sounded, and the light of the small bell dimmed a little, flew out upside down, and hung on Wu Tingsheng's shoulder, ready to attack at any time.

"Miscellaneous Talisman"

On the side, Wu Tingfeng cut his finger and drew a spell on the void with his essence and blood, and the auras intertwined and entwined.

When the spell was completed, the sky shook. Lu Xinghou felt that the magnetic field was chaotic, and the sky around him was misty and confusing. He could not see up, down, left, and right, which was very dangerous.

"Dang Dang Dang..."

Wu Tingfeng smiled and circled around with a pair of Emei thorns, dots like pear blossoms, waiting for an opportunity to deal with Lu Xinghou.

In such a crisis, Lu Xinghou calmed down and waved his sword, always able to pick away the Emei thorns in time.

In fact, Wu Tingsheng moved Xiao Zhong to kill him again. He opened and closed his sword widely and acted like a wave on the sea, and he actually drove it back.

This was so flawless that Wu Tingsheng and his brother were frightened. It was clear that the enemy had a spell in their hands, but they felt a little unsure of where to start.

"There are some ways."

Lu Xinghou thought about how to break the situation and was silent for a moment. When he moved again, the edge of the sword shone brightly, like a blazing sun emerging from the dark night.

"Brother, be careful!"

Wu Tingfeng was shocked. Knowing what happened, he pulled Wu Tingsheng and asked him to retreat.

next moment.

The blazing sword intent, like fire, spread through the surrounding void, and a spell appeared, floating with firelight, and flew away.

At the same time, Wu Tingfeng's figure disappeared from the place for a while.

"what!"

Wu Tingsheng's eyes suddenly turned red, and he roared, his mana bursting through his meridians, his body glowing with blood, like a ball of flame burning wantonly, and he wanted to die together with Lu Xinghou.

There were earth-shattering fluctuations that spread from the sky, and yellow dust rolled in, covering up the strong smell of blood.

At last!

Lu Xinghou walked down from Fuhu Mountain.

……

"If you shake the order of the Immortal Sect, you should be killed!"

He repeated the killing.

This time, it was a very vicious Toutuo, with profound Taoism and powerful escape techniques, who was extremely difficult to deal with.

Lu Xinghou chased the opponent for ten days and ten nights. During this period, his mana was exhausted many times. He swallowed pills and rushed on, until Toutuo could no longer bear the pressure, and the two launched a decisive battle.

He tried hard to inflict severe injuries, and his long sword broke through Toutuo's golden body, directly cutting off the hard bones.

……

Kill kill kill.

There was turmoil in the border areas and the killings continued.

Lu Xinghou kept on killing the cultivators who took advantage of the situation and the Langya Immortal Sect. In order to get ahead, he killed for another seven years.

He was very tired, but he enjoyed it as much as he could. The feeling of getting stronger every moment was unforgettable.

But he was the only one working hard, and every Dark Blade cultivator was silently contributing.

"Shuiying Sect colludes with Langya Immortal Sect and should be destroyed."

This year, Yang Li was full of momentum. He led the 11th Dark Blade Squadron and destroyed strongholds one after another. His prestige was high and he made many military exploits.

According to the secret report, the Shuiying Sect and the Langya Immortal Sect reached a private agreement and turned against each other. They also took action and did some things that harmed the Guangxiu Immortal Sect.

There was no room for such an affiliated sect, which was trying to steal everything from others. They were immediately surrounded.

"The Supreme Elder, the Immortal Sect is here to suppress us."

Pan Hang is the leader of the Shuiying Sect. When he saw the arrival of the Immortal Sect, he was so aggressive that he knew that he was finally exposed.

He did not dare to make his own opinions, so he hurried to the ancestor's ancestral hall. In front of each tablet, an old man in gray clothes sat, his eyes were dull and he looked very peaceful.

This is the Supreme Elder of Shuiying Sect, with the highest combat power, the highest seniority, and the final say in power.

"Since we have chosen this path, we must be determined to go to the dark side. If they come to kill us, we will kill them all, and then the whole sect will leave and join the Langya Immortal Sect."

Ying Xingyu's expression was indifferent. He must have known that such a day would come. As soon as the matter was revealed, he didn't need to think too much and immediately followed the plan.

"Yes!"

Pan Hang knew what he was doing, and he had already made up his mind when he came. Hearing this, he didn't have much emotion, he bowed down and went out to kill the enemy.

At the gate of Shuiying Sect, the large formation slowly dispersed, but it was Pan Hang who was determined to take the heads of Guangxiu Immortal Sect monks as a token of surrender to show his loyalty to Langya Immortal Sect.

As a result, Team 11 of the Dark Blade, like a flood coming out of Xiongguan, went straight into the hinterland of the thieves.

"I have accumulated great achievements this time. The leadership position is no longer empty. All of you are heroes."

Yang Li drew his sword and looked around with excitement. He spent twenty years killing and fighting in various places, in order to accumulate military exploits and sit on the vacant leadership position.

The Shuiying Sect is a big fish, powerful, and a second-rate immortal cultivation sect. If they are destroyed, his prestige and methods will be greatly improved.

At this time, the position of commander is really close at hand.

"Roar"

Usually, Yang Li has a clean and upright style, and he will be rewarded for his merits. The monks of the Dark Blade Team 11 also respect him. They are very willing to help carry him in for this last step.

Besides, with such an old boss who has advanced to become a commander, their future will be bright in the future.

With their military morale at their disposal, Team 11 of the Dark Blade, like a sharp sword, slashed in all directions and headed towards the Water Shadow Sect.

"You are so brave to use me, the Mizukage Sect, as a stepping stone."

The roaring sound rages across the sky.

Pan Hang came to kill him. As the master of the sect's lineage, it was easy to deal with a small team of monks.

"Are you the strongest in the Water Shadow Sect?"

Yang Li was not angry but happy. The person coming was majestic and powerful in the Shuiying Sect. If he captured the thief, he would first ask the king and kill him. The victory would be sealed immediately.

"I am the leader of the Shuiying Sect, and there is an elder in the sect, but I can suppress you without him coming."

Pan Hang stood with his hands behind his back, full of confidence. The Shuiying Sect is not weak. It has two foundations in one sect. They are all well-known figures in the same level. Otherwise, they would not be qualified to catch up with the Langya Immortal Sect.

"Sect Master? Okay, I'll kill you first, and then the so-called Supreme Elder."

Yang Li nodded slightly. The more powerful people from the Shuiying Sect, the better. They pushed them across and used them as stepping stones.

"The universe is right"

He was fervent in his heart and longed for achievements, but in action, there was no contempt. Instead, he took advantage of Pan Hang's contempt and launched a powerful offensive.

The sword is placed horizontally, carrying the pure air of the sky. Once the sword's intention is moved, it is boundless, and no matter how stubborn it is to resist, it will be overwhelmed.

"The thieves are fierce."

Immediately, Pan Hang's heart was shaken, and the indifference on his face disappeared, turning into a deep panic.

He took out the flying sword and circled it around him, condensing it into the force of mountains and rivers, suppressing the whole place and dividing the billowing sword intent.

"uh-huh……"

It's a pity that he was silent and his flying sword was at a disadvantage. After all, he was unable to completely disperse the attack, allowing dozens of rays of sword intent to break through the body-protecting spells and invade his body, making him groan.

"You, the sect leader, have some tricks, but I am determined and cannot be stopped."

After Yang Li struck out with his sword, his sharp eyes clearly saw Pan Hang's details. This man's cultivation level was not bad, but it was just not bad.

"Rumble..."

He activated his skills, and the magic power in his Dantian surged out like water from a dam, pushing his own power to its peak.

Then, he carried the majestic force and pressed forward hard. With one hand holding the weight of the sky, he pressed down, and layers of shackles appeared in the void. In an instant, they collapsed and exploded, containing the dual realms of sealing off the town and destroying it.

"drink!"

Pan Hang shouted and struggled to break through the sealing force on his body. When he was free, he was suppressed with one hand.

His mind was dazed and his thoughts were empty, but he still relied on instinct to gather his magic power and fight forward.

"boom"

The magic power of the two people collided head-on in the sky, and waves of chaotic energy swept away like turbulent water waves, overturning the palaces one after another.

Suddenly, Pan Hang bent his arm. With no chance of a comeback, Yang Li pressed down his hand and slapped him on the head.

"The Supreme Elder..."

Pan Hang's mind immediately collapsed, but he still held on and glanced at the ancestral hall, with a hint of worry in his eyes.

"Could it be that the elites of the Immortal Sect are here to kill?!"

At this time, a look of surprise flashed across Ying Xingyu's eyes. There was too much commotion outside, and many palaces were destroyed. It was obvious that the people coming from the Xian Sect were menacing.

However, if a strong man really came, Pan Hang would have communicated with him long ago and escaped with his family wealth.

This unclear situation ended quickly.

"boom"

A burst of energy rushed in, and the Shuiying Sect's ancestor's ancestral hall shook. The door shattered, and a clear young man walked in. He looked at the shaking tablets and the old man Ying Xingyu with a solemn gaze.

"Where is Pan Hang?"

Ying Xingyu was shocked and angry. This is the ancestral hall of the ancestors, the place where the ancestors of Shuiying Sect worship. It is pure and solemn and cannot be disturbed.

At the same time, there was a hint of fear in his heart. Pan Hang went out to kill the enemy, but still let the enemy come to the ancestral hall. It seemed that the situation was not optimistic.

"No need to shout, he took the first step."

Yang Li said lightly.

"You killed him."

Ying Xingyu had a burning desire to kill, and Pan Hang was the foundation of the Shuiying Sect. After his death, the existence that could be the main pillar was now broken. When he is old and passes away, wouldn't it mean that he has no foundation to guard the sect.

"As an affiliate of the Immortal Sect, you eat everything inside and outside. You should know that a big disaster is coming one day."

Yang Li responded with indifference, but the reason why the Guangxiu Immortal Sect has been able to stand firm for thousands of years is not gentleness, but the iron-bloodedness of an overlord.

In this land, all cultivators must abide by their rules, and those who violate them will be killed without mercy.

"You've already done it, so what's the point of talking about it?"

Ying Xingyu understood everything thoroughly and knew that it was a dark road and he could only walk it to the end and could not quit halfway.

The only miscalculation was Pan Hang's failure, which caused the Shuiying Sect to lose a big part of its protection.

"kill!"

His eyes turned and fell on Yang Li, his murderous intention revealed, and his feet moved like a Qingluan Fire Phoenix, extremely fast, and he took it down with one claw, causing an explosion in the void, which was extremely cruel.

"buzz"

Yang Li was still prepared, and even learned from Pan Hang that this was the supreme elder of Shuiying Sect, and he did not hold back when he used the Qiankun Yizheng Sword Technique.

The sword light condensed, and the Qing Ming righteousness of heaven and earth merged. The momentum was calm, and it was like an ax cutting through a mountain, with an unparalleled edge.

"whoosh"

Ying Xing frowned and stepped back. This sword was really fierce and could not be beaten forcefully.

Yang Li gains the upper hand and attacks like wind and fire. His sword moves are like pouring rain. He is out of control and will cover Ying Xingyu.

"puff"

Ying Xingyu dodged repeatedly, but in the end he lost the initiative. His shoulder was picked up, and blood flowed out, staining half of his clothes red.

"Junior, there are people outside, and you are not the one to be cruel."

When he saw blood, his ferocity became aroused, and he had Pan Hang's hatred. The sect was in danger, so he really unleashed his power, regardless of the cost.

"Rumble..."

The sky was turbulent, as if a powerful figure was coming. His tall body pressed against the spirit machine, and every move he made was filled with tremendous power.

Ying Xingyu looked up to the sky and roared, swallowing up a piece of skylight, forming seals on his hands, majestic and sacred, and suppressed Yang Li.

"drink"

Yang Li took a deep breath, and his magic power circulated throughout his body, his body glowing slightly, a bit like physical cultivation.

His sword was not cutting, and he stood across the sky. Then he pressed forward, and all his energy and magic power condensed into one.

The treasure seal hit the sword, causing a sudden earthquake. Yang Li's posture was not bent, but the terrifying aura passed through the sword body to his hands, and then spread to his body.

His tall body stood firm and was as tenacious as a stone, but blood was already leaking from his mouth and he had suffered a lot of injuries.

"kill"

Yang Li refused to retreat, and a fierce power emerged from his body. The hand holding the sword was very stable. The horizontal sword was suddenly drawn out, smashing the dim treasure seal and slashing at Ying Xingyu's facade.

"This guy is too fierce."

The dazzling sword light made Ying Xingyu narrow his eyes slightly, looking at that determined figure, he was somewhat suppressed.

He pointed at the sword, quickly and fiercely, piercing the chaotic aura, and pointed it at the edge of the sword.

"clang"

The sound of sword strikes was heard.

Yang Li's arm trembled slightly, showing some weakness, but the smooth blade was stained with blood.

Ying Xingyu's two fingers were cut off, leaving deep sword marks on his metacarpal bones. They were white, bloody and extremely terrifying.

"Burn the potential and kill the enemy."

A faint smell of blood arose in the smoke and dust. Yang Li's hair was disheveled and blood was bleeding from the corners of his mouth, but his eyes were extremely determined.

He wanted to kill the enemy, destroy the Shuiying Sect, and move towards the leadership position.

"Rumble..."

His situation is not very good, his mana is exhausted and his mood is depressed, but he still grits his teeth and holds on, burning his potential and pushing his power to its peak.

In an instant, his combat power was close to that of the late stage of the Foundation Establishment Realm, and his methods were even more extreme. He concentrated all his strength on the sword.

After this sword slash, Ying Xingyu's expression changed, and he quickly squeezed all the mana from his body, wrapping his hands around Hunyuan, evolving yin and yang in response.

"Ugh……"

Too late.

I don't know whether it was because Yang Li was too fierce, or because Ying Xingyu was old and lost the courage he had when he was young. As soon as the sword edge passed by, he let out a sigh and fell.

After that, the Water Shadow Sect was destroyed without any suspense.

The roar of Team 11 of the Dark Blade shook the sky, Yang Li's power and achievements soared, and he was like a rising star.

It seems to have a feeling.

"Twenty years later, it's time to give those monks who have fought so hard a reward."

In the deepest part of the Black Abyss Prison, a pair of clear eyes opened, as if they had seen twenty years of hard work and the Dark Blade cultivator finally made a decision.