Mortal Mage

Yang Kun and Yan ０ shook their heads slightly. They did not know Zhang Mingxuan in front of them.

Xi Chen ignored Zhang Mingxuan's questioning and walked leisurely to Li Xucheng's body with a strange smile on his face.

He spread out his palms, placed them over Li Xucheng's body, narrowed his eyes slightly, and murmured softly.

"This Taoist priest is absorbing Li Xucheng's soul and wants to search his soul."

Le Xin whispered a reminder to Zhang Mingxuan.

In his opinion, Zhang Mingxuan's current cultivation level is at the early stage of Nascent Soul, and he must give him a reminder for the sake of being a disciple of the Sword Sect.

"stop."

Zhang Mingxuan was already heartbroken, and being ignored by Xi Chen twice, his eyes were filled with rage, and he shouted angrily to stop him.

At the same time, he suddenly raised the Frozen Sword in his hand and placed it on Xichen's neck with a "swish".

"call"

The people around immediately groaned again.

This young Taoist priest is indeed amazing. He is in the early Nascent Soul stage and dares to put the sword on the neck of the Taoist Sect's leader.

After the sighs, there were waves of shaking heads and lamentations.

What a pity. I don’t know how this kid broke through to the Nascent Soul stage. I’m afraid he’s going to die here.

Xi Chen raised his eyebrows slightly and glanced at Zhang Mingxuan.

When had he ever seen such a blind person? He had already given him two chances to leave, but he was so ungrateful that he put a sword on his neck in front of the people from the six major sects.

He is the leader of the Daoyin Sect. If he doesn't kill this foolish boy in front of him, where will the face of the Daoyin Sect be?

“You may not be very old, but you are already in the early stage of the Nascent Soul stage. You still have a long way to go. Kneel down now and apologize to me. I will only cripple you, not kill you.”

Xi Chen let Zhang Mingxuan's sword rest on his neck, still glancing at Zhang Mingxuan, without stopping the movements of his palms.

Zhang Mingxuan could even feel that Li Xucheng's soul was slowly leaving the body and gathering in Xichen's palm.

"I'm not in the Nascent Soul stage, I'm in the Qi Refining stage."

After Zhang Mingxuan finished speaking, he transferred the twelve kinds of spiritual power in his body from his meridians, blood, and five internal organs into the Ice Wind Sword in his hand.

Qing Ling felt that the spiritual power in Zhang Mingxuan's body was instantly diverted away. She knew that he was about to use his power, but she didn't know why.

But no matter what, she couldn't just sit there and watch, and at the same time, she infused the pure water attribute spiritual power of the early Nascent Soul into Zhang Mingxuan.

Zhang Mingxuan suddenly exerted force in his hands and swept towards Xichen angrily.

Xi Chen never expected that this person would actually dare to use his power. He suddenly retracted his right palm that was absorbing Li Xucheng's soul, and a seven-foot-long sword appeared in front of him in the blink of an eye. With a "ding" sound, it blocked Zhang Mingxuan's sword that was sweeping over.

This block caused Zhang Mingxuan's hand to feel numb and painful.

"If you don't cultivate your nature, it will be difficult for you to become a saint even if you have suffered countless disasters. You, a foolish boy, don't cultivate your life, so this disaster is destined to happen. I will help you live longer or die in my hands, and you will return to the ghost world today to report."

As Xi Chen spoke, the long sword in his hand slashed over.

Zhang Mingxuan didn't know that Xi Chen was the late Nascent Soul stage person that Qing Ling mentioned. He didn't even know the cultivation level of the people around him.

He thought that he had the Tengyun bracelet on him, which allowed him to unleash the full strength of the late Jindan stage. Even if he couldn't win, he had the migration talisman to escape. He never imagined that the thin man in the yellow Taoist robe in front of him had reached the great perfection of the Yuanying stage.

Xi Chen's sword chopped down in a flash, leaving no room for maneuver and no chance.

There was no time to activate the migration talisman, and no chance to use the Tengyun bracelet.

There wasn't even a chance to react or be afraid.

The seven-foot-long sword in Xichen's hand chopped down and killed.

To others, it was just an ordinary sword chop, but to Wei Wei, this sword at least carried the strangeness of a top-grade sword technique, with unpredictable and sudden changes, like a dog hiding in the white clouds, in an instant.

No one can stop it except the elders or the sect master of the Dust Wind Sword Sect.

"Look carefully, this is the seventh move of the Dust Wind Sword Art, the Thousand Shadows Wind and Cloud Sword Formation."

Zhang Mingxuan heard the clear sound transmission in his body and his body suddenly became uncontrollable. He swept the icy sword in his right hand to block. At this time, another blood-red sword came out of the clear storage bag in front of his chest and fell into his left hand.

"Dust and Wind Sword Art uses cold as its body. It is light and clear on top, heavy and turbid on the bottom. It goes back and forth up and down, and it is practiced tirelessly. Heaven is the Qian Dao, and it uses One as its body. What it uses is cold. Cold rises and Yang falls, and they intersect with each other. Yang is hidden in cold, Yin is hidden in Yang, and water is contained in Yin. True Qi is water, and true water is Yin. The sword technique starts in the east and ends in the west, and it looks like a bent bow. It can be in harmony with the way of heaven and earth. It is invincible in the Nascent Soul Realm!"

While Qing Ling was transmitting the message to Zhang Mingxuan, he had already resisted Xi Chen's attack. His body was enveloped by thousands of sword lights, and he actually forced Xi Chen to retreat step by step.

"How could he know our Sword Sect's skills?"

There was a hint of horror in Le Xin's surprised expression.

"Can you see that the sword he holds in his right hand is Shi Manman's Ice Wind Sword?"

Wei Wei frowned, turned his head to glance at the disciples of Xianyuan Sect behind him, and asked softly.