Chapter 1174: Invincible Foe

That streak of sword light, arrived with fierce momentum.

Seeing the unfavorable situation, the Daoist of White Bones dared not forcibly receive the sword. He unleashed his innate divine ability, virtualizing his purple Daoist robe. It actually froze the flow of time and light around him, forcefully carving a temporary Dao field out of the azure sky. It was like it condensed into a large piece of purple glass, with纹理筋脉 within it, as if thousands of dragons and snakes were winding through.

In an instant, the sword light had broken through the air and swept towards him, like an iron cone chiseling a crack in the ice glass. The sword light was entangled by dragon whiskers of various colors.

A tremendous sound of ice shattering echoed in the sky. Within the purple glass, shadowy figures flickered. That was the sword light constantly swimming, destroying the barrier, and searching for the owner of the Dao field.

Hidden in the shadows, the Daoist of White Bones breathed a slight sigh of relief. Thankfully, he wasn't decapitated by a single sword strike. According to the style of this Sword Cultivator, when challenging someone to a sword fight, he never held back. The power of the first sword strike was often similar to the last one. This meant that there was a fight to be had.

Suddenly, the momentum of the sword light surged. The entire piece of purple glass shattered with a bang. The figure of the Daoist of White Bones was knocked out of the Dao field, streaking diagonally towards the sky. The Daoist of White Bones grabbed hold of a streak of sword light that was directly aimed at his heart with both hands. For a moment, he didn't care about retracting the purple robe. He could only do his best to prevent that streak of sword light from piercing his Dao body. The sword light and the white bone hands rubbed violently against each other, splashing countless sparks.

One Sword Leaning on the Sky.

The sword light crushed his two arms and was embedded in the chest of the Daoist of White Bones. The tip of the sword pierced through his back.

"Since you want me dead," the Daoist of White Bones said fiercely, "This Venerable will refine your flying sword!"

The purple Daoist robe, shattered into millions, was like it had received an imperial decree. Like ancient great talismans, they adhered to that streak of sword light.

The Daoist of White Bones didn't need words or thoughts. His fingertips tapped rapidly on the sword light, imbuing it with a "Heavenly Melody" Dharma pronouncement from the Nine Heavens Institute of the Ancient Heavenly Court. What is Heavenly Melody? It is the shaping of mountains and rivers, the changing of seas into mulberry fields, and the redirection of great human rivers. It is even the refining of forms by ancient demon races and the manifestation of Dharma images by Earth Immortals.

On the seemingly indestructible sword light, the Daoist of White Bones created ten vortexes of five-colored glazed light with his fingers.

Sword Cultivator Xu Xie stabilized his Dao Heart.

Similarly, the eardrums of Bamboo Prime, who was watching the battle from a distance, vibrated without any sign of impatience. Instead, she guided her nascent flying sword, which hummed within her human body and inner world, as if singing in harmony, as if resonating.

Bamboo Prime had just reached the Immortal Realm, and such an opportunity was already awaiting her?

She quickly wrote down those "Great Dao musical notes," and copied them one by one with sword techniques, forming a wave-like hydrological pattern.

Just by observing the battle, her understanding of the sword Dao greatly benefited. It was like the first sword forging after the Great Sword Immortal Bamboo Prime emerged from seclusion.

The Daoist of White Bones became increasingly alarmed. Why was this streak of sword light so... close to the Dao?

One must know that he had intentionally shown weakness all along. It was only when that fellow delivered his sword that the Daoist of White Bones finally stopped hiding too much. His sword receiving technique, though seemingly clumsy, had actually used three great divine abilities in succession: Sword Locking Technique, Ancient True Words, and Ancient Refining Method.

His Dao body had specifically created a furnace based on the "Dragon Transformation Pool." Having been imprisoned for ten thousand years, he didn't passively await death. Instead, he painstakingly refined this furnace as a Dharma altar, constantly deducing towards "Yin-Yang Creation," raising its rank, pursuing the words "Heaven and Earth," and raising it to the extreme, which was "Dao"!

Finally, he successfully melted 365 Qi apertures into one furnace. The Daoist of White Bones was confident that by unleashing this Dharma altar, all things could be refined. No matter if you were a Fourteenth Realm Sword Cultivator, after walking through this Dharma altar, your nascent flying sword would be damaged. For those with weaker Dao power, their flying swords would be refined on the spot and become the Great Dao resources of this Dharma Master of the Three Institutes.

Xu Xie said with his thoughts, "This pile of white bones must have something to rely on, to dare be so presumptuous."

If it were him, he would absolutely not be willing to take Chen Ping'an as an imaginary enemy. To put it another way, even if he considered the chances of winning to be very high, as long as he wasn't absolutely certain of putting the opponent to death, Xu Xie would not engage Chen Ping'an.

Cao Ci was uncertain, "Perhaps he wants to use Chen Ping'an's Eleventh Realm fist intent to help him shatter a layer of the Great Dao's ignorant shell, so he can return to the Fourteenth Realm?"

Previously, the Daoist of White Bones, whose identity was unknown, had taken a few punches from Chen Ping'an. He deliberately didn't use any illusionary techniques. His golden body repaired extremely quickly, which was almost a deliberate provocation.

One should know that Chen Ping'an's "God-Man Drumming" technique was best at shattering the turtle shells of peak cultivators.

Xu Xie nodded and said, "It's possible. Other mountains' stones can be used to polish jade. He's probably following the path of a Corpse Disentanglement Immortal, undergoing a second merging with the Dao?"

After a moment of silence, Xu Xie suddenly said, "Cao Ci, is it possible that the ancient Daoists from ten thousand years ago were indeed not as complicated in their minds as we are, unlike us who are full of schemes and tricks?"

Cao Ci smiled, "Lord Xu, I'm afraid I can't answer such a question."

Xu Xie was momentarily speechless. That was right, Cao Ci's mind was clear, and his Martial Dao was pure.

If one were to say a gentleman is like jade, Xu Xie felt that Cao Ci beside him was one of the few who deserved this description.

North of Luopo Mountain, within the snail-shell Dao field on that gray mountain, Xiao Mo, who was sitting on a futon, remained natural in his demeanor even though blood was bleeding from his seven apertures and his Daoist robe was soaked in blood.

He used a Dao Heart to control that streak of sword light. Within the crystal-clear white jade Dao field, the Dao energy was thick as water, with green waves rippling.

A streak of sword light that "left the cave abode" shook lightly. The vast sword intent, like ripples, bounced back against the walls, resonating like the blowing of a conch, booming loudly.

The Daoist of White Bones sighed softly, allowing that streak of sword light to penetrate his Dao body. The Dharma altar still couldn't contain it, and it was all in vain. Instead, it had only revealed a hidden trump card for nothing.

With one hand forming a seal, he stabilized the more than three hundred Qi apertures to prevent affecting the fundamental Great Dao of the Dharma altar. The Daoist of White Bones twisted his body, allowing the sword light to obliquely slice open his Dao body. With one hand, he was about to retract the fragments of the purple Daoist robe that had turned into sword-locking talismans.

At this moment, a slender woman wearing a golden dragon robe and an emperor's crown appeared quietly at the junction of the sea and land. It was precisely the Eastern Sea Sea Lord, Wang Zhu.

She had a pair of golden eyes and held an ancient inkstone in her hand, which was quarried from Rooster Foot Mountain in the Bottle Gourd Continent. In the ink pool, there was a drop of water taken from the Southern Mountain Temple in the Northern Reed Continent. This was her method of creating dragon pools and dragon springs after reaching the Fourteenth Realm.

At this moment, Wang Zhu held up the inkstone. The drop of water in the ink pool shook gently, emitting bursts of precious light.

Picking up scraps by the roadside, who wouldn't?

That purple Daoist robe, which had just been fully reassembled, whooshed, not towards the Daoist of White Bones, but directly towards the seaside of the Bottle Gourd Continent.

The Daoist of White Bones was instantly shocked. He immediately spread his five fingers and engaged in a tug-of-war with it, wanting to pull this Daoist robe into his nascent aperture.

However, that streak of sword light drew a large arc in the sky and reversed again, piercing straight towards the head of the Daoist of White Bones in a straight line.

He was truly attacked from both sides. The Daoist of White Bones had to hold onto the Daoist robe to prevent it from falling into the hands of that insidious thief, and also resist that haunting streak of sword light.

A purple Daoist robe was stretched out to a length of ten thousand feet in the air, like a purple heavenly river suspended in the azure sky.

In the blink of an eye, the Daoist of White Bones unleashed a series of techniques. In the path of the sword light's advance, he manifested dozens of divine abilities to help him receive the sword. Between the Daoist of White Bones and the line of sword light, ancient mountains emitting boundless rays of light stood out of thin air. There were bronze cauldrons filled with the fresh blood of ancient great demons floating there. There were jade rulers inscribed with countless runes, from which emerged graceful celestial maidens with flowing ribbons...

All of them were shattered by the sword light.

The streak of sword light still advanced unimpeded, coming straight towards his head.

The Daoist of White Bones was burning with anxiety. After quickly weighing the pros and cons, he had no choice but to release his five fingers, allowing that Daoist robe to be stolen by that thief, and instead focus all his efforts on resisting the sword light.

With no Dao power to impede it, the ten-thousand-foot long Daoist robe rapidly headed towards the seaside. The closer it got to the inkstone held by Wang Zhu, the smaller it became, finally condensing into a dust-like particle invisible to the naked eye, and merged with the "Dragon Spring" water drop in the ink pool. The entire inkstone glowed even more brilliantly.

Wang Zhu put away the purple robe, lowered her head to look, and within the single drop of water, the dragons and water creatures formed by myriad dragon Qi all returned to the great sea.

Her eyes were gentle, and she murmured softly, "Welcome home."

Wang Zhu put away her smile, looked up and glanced at the heartbroken Daoist of White Bones on that battlefield. Satisfied, she put the inkstone into her sleeve, used water techniques, and headed back to her abode, having returned with a full load.

The Daoist of White Bones couldn't bother to look for that cunning woman's trouble for the time being. He just silently remembered her Dao Qi. He shook his shoulder, revealing a towering Dharma image, and pressed his palm against the streak of sword light, which was so thin it was like a thread, "Break for this Venerable!"

The White Bone Dharma image extended its arm forward. In the palm, a hazy white mist appeared in an instant, all of which was the boundless sword Dao intent. The sword light bent but did not break. The palm of the Dharma image was like a layered, coiled ancient white snake.

The Daoist of White Bones turned around, swung his hand, and the palm of the Dharma image "gathered" more and more sword light, piling it up. The Daoist seemed to want to erase all traces of this sword light's Dao in the world before stopping. He laughed heartily, "Fellow Daoist, you delivered your sword first, don't blame this Venerable for killing you afterwards!"

His palm was like a pile of great snow. He looked up at the mountain peak Dao field, raised his arm high, and the sword Qi in his palm was like the midday sun, blindingly bright. "This Venerable will definitely grind you to dust to relieve the hatred in my heart."

What he was apprehensive about was that after ten thousand years, given the opponent's talent for learning the Dao, it was highly possible that he had already reached the Fourteenth Realm. Looking at it now, this streak of sword light was indeed powerful, but the owner of the sword light, that fellow Daoist who used to be fond of fighting others one-on-one, was definitely not in the Fourteenth Realm yet! Moreover, he could perceive that the opponent was seriously injured. For some reason, Bai Jing's realm had dropped, and he was also severely injured. Could it be related to that Earthly Communication?

You didn't help Zhou Mi, but instead chose to help that fellow named Chen? Good, good, you truly deserve to die! Your behavior is exactly the same as that Bai Ze, and you all deserve to be killed.

With a flick of his arm, he was about to throw that sword light back into the Sword Cultivator's cave abode.

Slightly stagnant, the White Bone Dharma image took a heavy step forward, its Dharma body leaning slightly forward, and its arm also directed towards the cave abode where the sword light originated.

But it couldn't see the scene of the sword light smashing into that Dao field. He turned his head to look. That hand still maintained the posture of its palm facing the cave abode, but it was suspended motionless in the air.

It turned out that it had broken at the wrist, and the hand had already separated from the arm.

The Daoist of White Bones didn't hesitate at all. He retracted all his Dao Qi, performed an ancient divine ability, and escaped into that dug-out canoe, disappearing into thin air together.

What a skillful use of the passage of time.

If it were just to face this one Sword Cultivator, the Daoist of White Bones wouldn't mind playing with him a little longer. No matter how powerful this very famous ancient Sword Cultivator was, even without considering his injuries, he was at most a peak Ascension Realm now. But that Bai Jing had even more unreasonably numerous techniques. Even though her realm had dropped, the Daoist of White Bones was unwilling to entangle with her too much. If they joined forces, it would be tricky after all. It was better to temporarily avoid his edge and settle accounts properly in the future.

That mass of sword light suddenly straightened, shattering that hand. The sword light moved around in the azure sky, beginning to search for the whereabouts of the Daoist of White Bones.

Seeing this scene, Xu Xie sighed in admiration. A single streak of sword light with such killing power and resilience, if that Supporter of Luopo Mountain were still in the Fourteenth Realm, what kind of glorious sword delivery would it be?

This Sword Immortal Lord Xu's morale did not drop, but instead became even higher. A Sword Cultivator should have this skill and power, only then can they be considered worthy of the word "pure."

In contrast, Cao Ci's attention was, of course, still on the two sides exchanging punches.

As for the techniques, divine abilities, and the sword Dao, Cao Ci would look at them a few times, put himself in their shoes, and imagine roughly how he would deliver his punches, and that was it.

On the Divine Platform, Chen Ping'an and that ancient witch exchanged a punch, and each slid back. On the high platform, which was as spotless as a mirror, their feet forcibly plowed two ditches, and immediately, snow shavings flew up. However, these fragments, like flying catkins and falling snow, did not drift away with the wind. They all fell back to the ground, and the Divine Platform returned to its original state, neither increasing nor decreasing in the slightest.

Chen Ping'an gently patted his chest, and actually shattered tens of thousands of ancient golden runes. The opponent's punch was like drawing talismans, incredibly subtle. An ordinary peak cultivator, if they simply regarded the opponent as a pure martial artist and discovered it a little slower, in a short while, it would seep into their Qi and blood, permeate their soul, and they would probably be inscribed with patterns on the mountain range within their human body.

Chen Ping'an's eyes were burning with passion. This was truly the ancient form of martial arts, in the truest sense. Obviously, in the previous battle where they fought together, Jiang She did not use all of it, or perhaps Jiang She's martial arts were different from the ancient witch's path, or perhaps they were refined into his own fist techniques by Jiang She, completely changing their appearance. Regardless, the ancient martial arts boxing techniques had much to offer and much to learn from!

It was truly difficult for later generations of martial artists to trace back to the origin like cultivators did. After ten thousand years of evolution, martial arts had become increasingly distorted, with layers of distortion. The relationship between ancient divine abilities and immortal techniques, the main trunk and tributaries of rivers, cultivators at the peak with great perseverance and great opportunities had a chance to merge them. However, ancient martial arts stood alone like isolated peaks on the ground. To climb this mountain to the top and then look at that mountain, how could pure martial artists of later generations rely solely on a single breath of true Qi to merge the mountains?

However, Chen Ping'an's current awkward situation was due to his Eleventh Realm martial artist physique. It was difficult to cultivate and ascend to heaven again. But on the path of learning martial arts, it was like enclosing land, merely allocating mountain peaks within his own world. Chen Ping'an didn't mind making the cultivation of one realm into two realms, which was even more difficult.

The more difficult something is at the beginning, the greater the gain if it is successfully accomplished by chance.

Barefoot, Chen Ping'an gently twisted his toes. Indeed, this ancient private Dao field, used to entertain and reward the gods, used a casting method similar to that of the Sword Qi Great Wall.

It seems to have been said in reverse. It should be that the later Three Sect Ancestors supplemented and built the Sword Qi Great Wall on this foundation?

The ancient witch was hit by a punch on the neck. His Adam's apple moved slightly, and his neck, which had become a left-spinning vortex from the punch, returned to its original state.

Forcibly swallowing a mouthful of fresh blood, the ancient witch's shoulders moved slightly. His tendons and bones crackled like thunder throughout his body, also dispelling the fist intent that Chen Ping'an had applied to him.

After delivering a punch, neither side was in a hurry to follow up with a second punch, like two martial artists encountering each other on a narrow road, first weighing each other's strength.

This ancient witch was wearing a very finely woven hemp garment, similar to the mourning clothes of later generations, made of processed hemp material, with millions of warp and weft threads.

With his eyesight, Chen Ping'an could see some "origins" of many later techniques, including the ingenuity of the military strategist's Sweet Dew Armor, and the exquisite weaving skills similar to the White-haired Boy's Dharma robe and the Golden Emerald City's weaving techniques.

In an instant, both sides moved simultaneously. Chen Ping'an punched the ancient witch in the abdomen. The latter's blood immediately flowed backward like a waterfall, countless blue veins bulged on his skin and burst, leaving his face covered in blood, with two sticky streams of blood hanging from his nostrils. Chen Ping'an was also punched backward to the ground. He patted the pure white high platform, flipped up, his face hit by a punch. A breath of pure martial artist true Qi within his body, like a pillar of heaven, tilted with it, on the verge of collapse.

The fist intents of both sides dispersed. Due to having that nascent flying sword, Bamboo Prime, who was far away by the cliff, also had her Qi and blood surging, and she had to withdraw from the meditative state.

The finely woven hemp garment on the ancient witch fell away like ash, revealing a coarser processed hemp garment underneath, like a small mourning garment.

The number of warp and weft threads in the hemp garment was greatly reduced, but they were obviously much thicker, and each thread contained a more profound fist intent.

Previously, he had been lying on the ground, his five fingers clawing at his face. The ancient witch was like he was self-punishingly tattooing his face, resulting in his entire face being exposed with white bone. Until now, this ancient witch had always refused to restore his original appearance.

The ancient witch's eyes were complex, containing both a heavy sense of remembrance and sadness for the fallen friends and foes on the Dao, as well as a hint of unexpected surprise, as if meeting an old acquaintance.

Chen Ping'an raised his hand to wipe his ear, cleaning off the seeping blood. Then he gently stroked his right arm, forcibly suppressing the chaotic and violent fist intent and true Qi. He hit the opponent's abdomen with a punch, and he himself was in a situation where the tide was flowing back into the rivers, and floods were spreading to both banks. Was it the power of the opponent's fist technique, or was it due to that processed hemp garment? Could it be that fist intent could also be refined into a Dharma robe?

It didn't matter, there was no need to rush. There were still plenty of opportunities to investigate further.

The opponent's tendons and bones were strong, his Qi and blood were abundant, and his physique was forged incredibly solidly, almost to the extreme that that body could withstand.

One of the ancient witch's muscular and thick arms had dense ancient runes carved on the skin, like a collection of more than a hundred murals piled up and clustered together, like the later period's锦灰堆. On it were images of ancient witches surrounding a fire, singing and dancing, sacrificing to the heavens to entertain the gods, as well as scenes of kneeling down to pray for rain and offering sacrifices.

The other arm seemed no different from an ordinary person's, but in reality, intricate patterns were carved on the "inner wall" of the human body and inner world.

It was like the intaglio and relief carving of later period metalwork. Were the ancient witches trying to use the human body as a bridge to construct the initial form of Earthly Communication?

Perhaps Chen Ping'an's demeanor was too relaxed and carefree. The ancient witch showed an annoyed expression and took a deep breath. On the Divine Platform, wisps of smoke rose from the ground, which was as white as a mirror. When they reached a certain height, illusions of "gods" with appearances similar to the ancient witch were guided down and crashed to the ground. They were tens of feet tall, clad in armor manifested from refined incense power, and held various weapons.

When they stood on this Divine Platform, which was a hundred miles in circumference, it was like a forest of martial arts.

Chen Ping'an simply raised his arm, extended two fingers together, and casually pressed them against the edge of a giant axe chopping down on his head.

As expected, this axe chopped at the soul, not the physical body.

However, Chen Ping'an had already guessed it, and he wouldn't let it succeed. He used the most condensed fist intent to resist the virtualized giant axe.

With a gentle push of his finger, the giant axe flipped and retreated in the air, shattering the head of this martial artist, which instantly turned into a puff of green smoke.

With another flick of his sleeve, he casually tore apart a "Jiang Zhen" martial artist who was rushing towards him from the side with a long sword. The latter turned into powder and also became a puff of green smoke, going into the seven apertures of the deity in the center of the Divine Platform.

This deity wearing colorful armor was a hundred feet tall, holding a sword with both hands. His golden face had twelve eyes.

Chen Ping'an strolled leisurely within this "martial forest," dispersing those strange beings, which were like later period Dao soldiers and talisman warriors, into puffs of green smoke one by one. The scene that had initially swarmed in quickly became sparse. Chen Ping'an tapped his toes, lightly touching the shoulders and heads of those martial artist puppets, heading towards the central area of the high platform. Wherever his foot touched, it shattered, and billowing green smoke all poured into the eyes of that colorful armored general.

Finally, the two sides confronted each other from a distance.

In a corner of the Divine Platform stood the ancient witch who had used the "Summoning God" technique. The hemp garment on his body had changed again. The processed hemp had become coarser, and the edges were no longer neat, as if cut with scissors.

According to the original plan, the first step was to decapitate the giant fox besieging the city with decapitation techniques and martial arts, using at most two or three kicks.

Then, the Daoist of White Bones would be forcibly dragged onto the Divine Platform, forcing him to join forces with the ancient witch, and Chen Ping'an would directly engage in a one-on-two practice session.

As for whether the green-robed woman would join the battlefield, or use some ancient secret technique to target him from afar, Chen Ping'an was waiting to see.

Of course, it wasn't to say that he could win a one-on-four fight, but having reached the Eleventh Realm, it was a rare opportunity to hone his martial arts and look towards the Twelfth.

In the imperial city on the ground, the massive body of the Fox Clan co-master was stabbed more than a hundred times, like a piece of white carpet stained with rouge powder.

The old ruler of Green Hill said exasperatedly, "Bai Jing! Are you really going to be stubbornly persistent and become a mortal enemy with me?!"

In an instant, root after root of white fox whiskers turned into countless long swords, madly stabbing at that tiny figure clinging to her like a bone maggot. What a "Sword Mountain" Dao field.

The figure of the mink-hatted girl only moved agilely, like a bird dancing, always able to dodge those sword blades and escape through the gaps in the sword forest.

The eyes of the old ruler of Green Hill instantly turned red. "Good, good, good. Since you, Bai Jing, don't care about old ties, don't blame me for shattering this ugly flesh of yours and then chewing on your true form to replenish myself. From now on, Sister Bai Jing, you and I will also live in the same room. Isn't that wonderful?"

She was bristling with rage.

Xie Gou didn't take all the credit for herself. She always knew her own realm. She flipped a few somersaults in the air. Her seemingly frail and slender figure landed on the field ridges outside the city. She adjusted her mink hat, flipped her wrist, and her short sword spun, flashing with light.

Xie Gou grinned and said, "I bet you're reluctant to put your entire fortune and life on the gambling table."

The white fox, who had already proven her Golden Immortal Dao fruit, pressed down with a claw, shattering the large expanse of field ridges. "Bai Jing, do you think only you can be ruthless and fierce?!"

Xie Gou repeatedly used spatial shrinking to dodge to other places, successively avoiding five streaks of sharp light. "I've been enduring, enduring, and finally reached the freedom of seeing the light of day again. Are you willing to give it up? You're not willing."

The old ruler of Green Hill narrowed her eyes.

Xie Gou pointed her short sword at its head, "I'm poor! You foxy lady better pay up!"

The old ruler of Green Hill was extremely clear about the power of Bai Jing's short sword. For ancient Daoists who were injured by Sword Cultivators, the most troublesome thing was that the injuries were difficult to heal, and they were easily thrown into a panic by the scattered sword Qi. Therefore, recuperation not only consumed time but also wasted a large amount of spiritual energy and heavenly materials and earthly treasures. There was also a type of Sword Cultivator whose sword Qi was the most rogue. Often, after a fight, the Daoist who forced the Sword Cultivator to retreat would seem to have not damaged the fundamental Great Dao, but often at a critical juncture, the sword Qi would erupt, and they would suffer.

And the short sword in Bai Jing's hand, though it looked inconspicuous, was a culmination of this type of Sword Cultivator's ruthless techniques.

Xie Gou said with a smile, "What's the matter, do you want to wait and see the outcome before deciding the relationship between enemy and friend?"

The old ruler of Green Hill gently bent her sharp claws, revealing their keen edge. She didn't speak, but her tails swayed constantly.

Sword Cultivator Bai Jing's actions were cunning and extremely difficult to deal with. After choosing... a certain Dao name, she would almost always plan secretly for a long time, ensuring that every strike was fatal. She would deliver one sword or a series of swords in one go. If a strike missed, she would immediately flee, never engaging in prolonged combat.

Bai Jing was already extremely talented, and her techniques were varied. Other ancient Daoists might spend their entire lives cultivating one or two Dao脉 of techniques to perfection, but she learned whatever she saw. Who didn't envy Bai Jing? Who wasn't wary of this kind of Sword Cultivator who seemed to be improving her Dao practice every day?

She remembered that there was once a powerful Great Demon in the Ascension Realm, who ruled over a region. At that time, Bai Jing was only an Earth Immortal, but she actually took the initiative to deliver a sword. Although it did indeed injure the opponent significantly, it also enraged the opponent, and thus began a pursuit and escape between the two. Who would have thought that Bai Jing would successfully reach the Ascension Realm at the brink of death? The fate of that Ascension Realm Great Demon was predictable. Bai Jing's spoils of war, besides a new Dao name, was this short sword that the Great Demon had never been able to successfully refine.

The old ruler of Green Hill sneered repeatedly.

Xie Gou jumped back, intentionally putting on a terrified expression.

It turned out that that foxy lady had brought out two of her vassals.

An ancient-looking Daoist appeared on the ground, holding a piece of ebony in one hand and with two fingers together in the other, held vertically in front of his chest. He smiled and said, "Fellow Daoist Bai Jing, we meet again."

There was also a muscular woman wearing golden armor, with a rough face, holding melon-ridged hammers in both hands. Without a word, she swung her hammers, smashing them towards the tiny figure of the mink-hatted girl.

Xie Gou darted around, laughing, "Sister A'zi, how can you treat honored guests by directly serving two large plates of main dishes? There aren't even any cold dishes! That's not proper!"

Xie Gou's words were playful, but her Dao Heart was still like still water. If she were still at her peak, she would have killed her in one go.

As for now, she had no choice but to humor her and play along.

This vixen, being able to roam the world in her early years, naturally had great skill. She could both protect herself and kill enemies, neither of which was dispensable.

On that infinitely desolate ancient wasteland, whenever a "person" was seen, it was often a matter of life and death.

No matter who it was, walking in the human world, daring to underestimate any Daoist, would always suffer greatly.

A streak of sword light pierced through the heads of both the muscular armored warrior and the ancient-looking Daoist. Since the whereabouts of the Daoist of White Bones couldn't be found for the time being, it came down to the ground for a visit.

The old ruler of Green Hill sighed softly, retracting the shattered bodies of the two puppets, which were indeed too weak to withstand a single blow.

Seeing that the sword light had no intention of confronting her head-on, it only paused for a moment, as if warning the giant fox, and then returned to the azure sky.

The old ruler of Green Hill felt extremely helpless and had to calm down her killing intent towards Bai Jing.

No one was willing to actively provoke the owner of this streak of sword light.

High killing power, stubborn temperament, numerous flying swords, rampant across the world, challenging people to sword fights everywhere.

Pure Sword Cultivators were already anomalies in the world, and he was an anomaly among anomalies.

Ancient Daoists, either exchanged Dao techniques up to a point, each improving their Dao practice and gaining more insights into Dao techniques, thus becoming fellow Daoists. Or they fought each other, each staking their lives, always wanting to gain some benefit to make it worthwhile, such as a few secret treasures from the opponent, a lineage of inheritance, occupying a ready-made Dao field or cave abode, or perhaps coveting the opponent's demon true form or earth immortal golden body.

He, however, was different.

When he challenged someone to a sword fight, he truly was just challenging them to a sword fight.

Who would want to seek trouble with him? The opponent had four nascent flying swords. If he was pushed to the limit, it would definitely be a mutual destruction, with no other thoughts.

Since the opponent could not even leave a single trace of his true form in the human world, even if one defeated him, what was the meaning? One might even have to sacrifice their fundamental Great Dao.

Xie Gou also put away her short sword and put it back into her sleeve, raising her head high.

The old ruler of Green Hill was puzzled. What was Bai Jing so happy about?

On the Divine Platform, a green figure was like an arrow, piercing through the neck of that divine general. The general's height instantly dropped by a section.

It turned out that his neck was broken, and his head fell, as if placed on a spinal column.

The ancient witch was also clearly a little surprised. He moved sideways, but he directly arrived at the farthest point on the opposite corner of the Divine Platform.

However, he was struck in the neck by a hand chop from Chen Ping'an, who had also approached quickly.

The ancient witch saw that the strands of hair on the green-shirted man's temples suddenly fluttered, indicating that he had suddenly increased his strength and forcibly pierced through his neck.

His five fingers curled like hooks, and his arm extended, swinging in a circle. He actually directly pulled the ancient witch off the ground, lifting him into the air, and threw him to the ground!

The entire high platform shook with it, vibrating violently. The bronze divine trees, candle holders, and other objects all jumped high and fell heavily to the ground.

It was like a struggle between ancient and modern martial arts. The green-shirted martial artist from the Bamboo House lineage had divine boxing techniques and was unrivaled before him.