You are already cultivating immortality, who would fight with you alone?

At this moment, a sound came from Liu Yuntian's body, and this sound obviously did not come from him.

Immediately afterwards, a dazzling sword light flashed from his hand, illuminating the entire Li Kingdom.

At this moment, everyone felt as if they saw the sun.

At the same time, the whole world began to tremble violently. Some of the people in Li Country were looking up to watch the battle between the immortals, while others were still busy with their own affairs at home.

However, no matter where they were, as long as they were in the land of Li Country, when Liu Yuntian swung that knife, everyone felt a strange tranquility.

"Why is it so quiet all of a sudden..."

“You…your ears are bleeding!!!”

"What did you say? I can't hear you... I... I can't hear myself when I speak!!"

“I’m deaf!!!”…

When the light gradually faded, Liu Yuntian subconsciously rubbed his ears and cursed irritably: "This knife can actually produce such a high-frequency sonic boom. I almost went deaf!!!"

"If it wasn't you who drew the knife, you would be deaf by now."

After hearing the swordsman's words, the expression on Liu Yuntian's face froze instantly, his brows were tightly furrowed, and then he turned his head to look in the direction where the blade swept.

I saw that half of the land in front of me was split open, and a knife mark nearly 100 meters deep appeared on the ground, just like an earthquake tearing the earth apart.

If Liu Yuntian hadn't seen that the cut was so smooth, he would really have thought it was a crack in the cliff caused by an earthquake.

He couldn't help but exclaim: "What a powerful swordsmanship..."

"Where are those three people?" Liu Yuntian came back to his senses and asked the swordsman curiously.

"No more." The swordsman answered briefly.

"Gone?!"

Liu Yuntian cried out in surprise, thinking quickly in his mind, and then continued to ask, "The Nascent Soul is hidden in the soul. As long as the Nascent Soul is not dead, the soul will not be destroyed. The cultivators in the Nascent Soul stage are all like indestructible cockroaches. Could it be that even their Nascent Souls have disappeared?"

"Yes, that's all." The swordsman answered affirmatively again.

hiss......

He is indeed the ruthless man who cut off the inheritance of Qiyang Continent tens of thousands of years ago! It is amazing that he can create such horrible destructive power just by relying on the peak strength of the Spiritualization Realm.

However, compared with the Lingji Ball that was comparable to Lianxu's attack...it's better not to mention it.

Liu Yuntian suddenly thought of something and slapped his thigh, "Damn! The spirit and soul are gone... I lost three residual souls of the Nascent Soul stage for nothing. If they were refined by the Human Emperor Seal, these residual souls could be used in battle!"

After saying that, he sighed softly and then put the knife into the scabbard.

But at this moment, accompanied by a crisp sound of "crack", he actually missed the target, and the entire blade in his hand instantly broke into dozens of pieces and scattered on the ground.

"This..." Liu Yuntian was holding up the empty hilt of the knife, completely stunned.

"It's just a low-grade spiritual treasure. It's too fragile. It's normal for it to break."

Liu Yuntian curled his lips when he heard this, but his heart was filled with regret and reluctance.

After all, this knife was the one he used to chop Ye Ling three times. It was a treasure he had been using since he was a child. He had already developed some feelings for it and it also had commemorative significance.

Now it's broken so easily, it's really heartbreaking. This guy is so pretentious, and he even lost a precious knife...

If I go up myself, they won't be able to escape...it's just that they can't make a powerful attack like the swordsman.

However, after this battle...

Liu Yuntian subconsciously looked around, "I think they should understand something..."

......

Zhongzhou, the Wuji holy land.

Seeing that he was about to meet Liu Yuntian's eyes in the mirror, the man with white hair and a youthful face subconsciously turned the mirror on the chess table upside down on the table.

Holding a chess piece in his hand, his expression became more solemn, "This knife... such a familiar feeling..."

Then he placed the chess piece firmly on the chessboard and uttered a sound of astonishment, "Haha, this is a mortal body that cannot build a foundation? It seems that the person in charge of intelligence has been a little slack..."

"Liu Yuntian... um, is his last name also Liu?"

"...Is it a coincidence?"

At this moment, the white mist in the entire space dissipated a little, and a young man with a sword on his back walked over and knelt on the ground from a distance, "Master, disciple is back."

The man didn't look up, still staring at the chessboard in front of him, and asked casually, "Did you get beaten?"

After asking the question, he placed a piece.

The young man was stunned at first, then he lowered his head unwillingly, "Yes..."

"Don't worry about it. It's not shameful for you to lose to him... After all, you are not from the same era."

The young man knocked his head to the ground in shame and anger, his voice trembling slightly, "Yes... the disciple is even a hundred years older than him!"

"No!"

The white-haired man picked up the chess piece that had just fallen, turned his head to look at the lonely and somewhat distressed figure, and said in a deep voice, "Age does not mean everything. What I mean is that I and he... are people of the same era..."

"Ah?" The young man with a sword on his back suddenly raised his head and looked at his master in confusion.

"What?" The man said with a straight face and a teaching tone, "You don't concentrate on your cultivation every day. You are trapped by love and become obsessed. A saint girl has bewitched you. With your aptitude, you should have been able to touch the threshold of the Void Refining Stage by now."

"But where are you now? In the middle stage of the Spiritual Transformation... In the middle stage of the Spiritual Transformation!!!"

"Her talent is far inferior to yours. Now she has reached the peak of the Spiritual Transformation. How can you win her heart like this?"

These words hit his sore spot directly, and he kept slamming his head on the ground, "Disciple... I know I was wrong!!"

“I really know I was wrong!!”

The white-haired man sighed softly, "Forget it. After this experience, you understand the meaning of cultivation. I won't say more. Go back and cultivate well. Remember... whether you can get what you want is not determined by others... but by your cultivation!"

The sword-carrying boy finally couldn't bear it anymore, tears flowed down his eyelids, and he cried out, "Disciple understands!"

Having said that, the young man stood up and was about to leave. As he turned around, the master added one more sentence.

"Ten days later, when the Hundred Sects Conference comes, you will go to the Northern Frontier in person to pick up Liu Yuntian to attend."

The young man turned around and bowed, "Disciple obeys your command."

"Remember to be respectful. From now on...you must respectfully address him as Uncle Master. Do you understand?"