一把青釭剑？

A hint of indescribable astonishment flickered in the eyes of the three men on the mountain.

Of course, they could tell that the Qinggang sword was not a magic weapon, just an ordinary, mundane longsword.

However, none of them dared to be careless. The aura of this Daoist was too intense. He merely stood there calmly, yet he resembled a towering mountain, like facing a ten-thousand-丈 cliff, with the constant threat of being smashed to pieces.

"A dead man!"

Jia An snorted coldly, forming a sword-drawing gesture with his fingers. Immediately, the flying swords around his body unfolded like a peacock's tail, their chilling light illuminating the pre-dawn sky:

"My Heavenly Intent Teaching dominates the four seas and holds sway over the world. The sect leader's nascent soul has been achieved, and his divine might is immeasurable. Cultivating Dao is not easy, Your Excellency. Do you truly wish to become enemies with us?"

Sword cultivators possessed the keenest intuition. He had cultivated the sword for decades, his sword heart was clear and intelligent.

But after seeing this white-robed Daoist, his sword heart seemed to be covered in dust, turning sluggish, and layers of crisis rose in his heart. Otherwise, with his original nature, he would have already unleashed a sword strike.

Why would he waste so much breath?

"I thought you would say, 'No one in heaven or earth can save you.'"

An Qisheng flicked his finger lightly, the scabbard shattered silently, and the three-尺 sword body rippled like water:

"Still thinking of hedging at this point? Should I say you're laughable, or pathetic?"

嗡~

Before the words could fade away.

Atop the mountain peak, Jia An could no longer restrain himself. He stomped his foot, let out a long roar, and with a burst of sword-drawing gestures, the flying swords surged down like a dragon:

"Then let's have a fight to the death!!!"

哗啦啦~

In an instant, the sword light poured down like rain, like a waterfall, like a heavenly river, illuminating the entire solitary mountain.

The flying swords were impassioned, and the sword light was like a waterfall.

One sword strike was more than ten thousand swords, and moreover, the countless sword lights were not scattered, but intertwined with each other, forming a long dragon of sword light behind the flying sword.

Accompanied by the flying sword striking horizontally!

The power of the flying sword was by no means comparable to the mundane. Wherever it passed, whether it was grass, trees, or mud and stones, it instantly disappeared, cut into particles smaller than dust by the extremely sharp energy.

An Qisheng raised his eyes and swept across, only to see the long dragon of sword light lifelike and vivid. The sword lights interweaved, more densely than the best fish-scale armor in the world, like the scales of a real dragon.

He recognized this sword strike, it was the first style of the Heavenly Intent Nine Questions, Heavenly Dragon's Roar.

Not only did he recognize it, but he had also seen Jia An use this sword to compete with others more than once in his dreams, and even witnessed his cultivation experience from scratch.

An Qisheng gently stroked the longsword with his fingers, and a layer of divine light spread over it. Deep in his soul, the Wangquan sword in the Samsara Blessed Land rippled with a faint light, flowing backward and sinking into the longsword.

The Wangquan sword was formless and质less, capable of manifesting hundreds of weapons, but in a dream, it still needed a carrier. This Qinggang sword was of ordinary material, but it could briefly bear its power.

As the vast aura filled the sky, and the sword dragon plunged down.

An Qisheng flicked his finger and the sword soared into the sky!

轰隆!

It was like a thunderclap exploding on the ground!

The tall and short Daoists on the mountain peak couldn't help but tremble, feeling that the world was instantly filled with a grand and chilling aura.

Without even lowering their heads, they had already seen a brilliant and indescribable sword light soaring into the sky.

In an instant, this sword light seemed to have penetrated the clouds and the night, like a bridge built between heaven and earth!

"This sword......"

Under the reflection of the sword light, Jia An's pupils shrank.

This sword light was restrained, but it seemed to contain a world inside, rather than a mere sword light.

In a trance, he seemed to see water, wind, mountains, rivers, birds, beasts, insects, fish, and even the sun, moon, and stars in this sword!

It seemed that this sword contained the world.

In an instant, a chill ran through his heart, and the mana in his body surged out from his sword-drawing fingers, stirring up the omnipresent天地精气 between heaven and earth, erupting with the most violent sword energy.

铮铮铮铮~

The sound of thousands of metal collisions resounded through the lonely mountain at once.

The mountains and rivers shook, the grass and trees turned to ashes. Heaven, earth, the mountain, and its foot all seemed to have become an ocean of swords.

The two Daoists behind Jia An were almost suffocating when they saw this scene, and they were so shocked that they couldn't speak.

Whether it was Jia An's sword, Heavenly Dragon's Roar, or the white-robed Daoist's flick of a sword, they were both terrifying powers that could kill them ten or a hundred times over, how could they not be shocked?

轰!

It seemed like an instant, the sound of tens of thousands of metal collisions was ended by an even louder roar.

The surging罡风 of the air wave rolled back, blowing up smoke and dust on the solitary mountain, and the soil and rocks rolled. If someone saw this scene from a distance, they would find that the top of the solitary mountain had been completely flattened.

The mountain body was even smaller.

The vegetation on the mountain was swept away, and not even a single leaf was left by the murderous sword energy.

An Qisheng lightly flicked the non-existent dust on his sleeves, the longsword in front of him had already turned into flying ash inch by inch:

"To decide life and death, you are not worthy."

Faced with such humiliation, Jia An no longer had any reaction.

His palm trembled and stretched forward, his fingers kept trying to pinch together, but how could he close them? His face was as pale as a ghost, and the bright light in his eyes had completely dimmed:

"I am not reconciled......"

Without any injuries, he was already dead.

The sword was his life, and when the sword was broken, the person died. There was no logic to it. There was never victory or defeat between sword cultivators, only life and death.

Even in death, he didn't believe that he would die like this.

How dare he?

How dare he really kill me......

"Ah!"

Jia An had already died under one sword.

The tall and short Daoists both let out a furious roar as if they were going crazy. At the same time, they took a step forward as if to strike, and then turned around and fled in unison.

咻咻~

The two had only escaped a hundred 丈 before their bodies stiffened. Two pebbles had already pierced through their mana aura, pouring in from the back of their heads, and blood and brain matter spurted out from their foreheads.

At this point, the mana aura of a cultivator was no longer a secret to An Qisheng.

The mana aura of two small cultivators who had not even achieved their natal life was like paper in his eyes.

Even, under the blessing of his divine will, they didn't even have a chance to become ghosts.

呼~

An Qisheng's body moved, and he had already crossed the flattened summit of the lonely mountain, in front of the Daoist temple that had been turned into ruins, Jia An stood upright.

"Something is strange.......”

An Qisheng frowned slightly, and with a flick of his hand, a团 of green light had already been caught in his palm.

He was a professional at killing people, and滅 killing souls was not a big problem for him.

The Wangquan sword itself was neither Qi nor spirit. Under the blessing of his divine will, when a sword was struck down, it not only斩肉身, but also殺灵魂.

It was just that at the last moment, Jia An's soul seemed to have undergone some changes.

It was this change that made his sword not fully successful. He only斬了一半, and the other half suddenly disappeared, seeming to遁入异度空间, leaving him no time to kill it.

After all, he was not yet able to break through the void at this time.

"Was he rescued?"

An Qisheng's eyes flashed, and Jia An's memory flooded into his mind.

However, there was no memory of this aspect in his memory.

However, he could also deduce a rough idea.

That De Xing still had a life-saving item bestowed by the 如意僧, but this Jia An did not. He was a little surprised before, but now he thought, there must be some means in it.

"It's just that I斩下一般来, the three souls and seven魄 have lost two souls and four魄. Even if he is rescued, he is just a demented ghost......."

An Qisheng smiled faintly and捏碎了掌中绿火:

"But I don't know if the nascent soul True Person has the means to complete his soul?"

.......

Da Qing Imperial Capital.

The Heavenly Intent Teaching headquarters, in a certain small courtyard.

A young Daoist boy was carefully cleaning the courtyard when he suddenly heard a strange noise from inside the house. He was stunned for a moment, and then his face changed drastically:

"Oops, could it be that the rat pushed down the life lamps of my martial uncle and grandmasters?"

His heart pounded wildly as he jogged into the house.

This room was ordinary and inconspicuous, but it contained the life lamps of many 'True Persons' of the Heavenly Intent Teaching.

As soon as he entered, he saw that the ninth life lamp in the left part of the third row had gone out and fallen down, and he couldn't help but feel chills:

"Martial Uncle Jia, Martial Uncle Jia's life lamp is out!"

"Hmm?!"

At the same time as the Daoist boy shouted, a middle-aged Daoist who was盘膝打坐 not far away suddenly got up: "Martial Brother Jia is dead?"

His expression was a mixture of shock and anger. The Heavenly Intent Teaching had not had any casualties for decades.

Let alone嫡传弟子?

Jia An's death was instantly reported layer by layer, and in a short while, Xiao Feng had learned of this.

"Jia An, he is responsible for Liang Province. Who is it, De Xing, or.......”

Xiao Feng's eyes flashed, and his body disappeared in place. When he reappeared, he had already arrived at a place a hundred 丈 underground, in front of an underground palace.

"Vice Sect Leader!"

Several disciples guarding the underground palace bowed and saluted.

"Jia An's life lamp has gone out. Where is his spare body? Quickly take me there!"

Xiao Feng said lightly.

There are not many true嫡传弟子 in the Heavenly Intent Teaching, and they are not as good as the 如来院 in bestowing life-saving objects, because every嫡传弟子 has the sound of a life lamp, and there are no less than ten spare bodies.

These bodies are specially prepared for the disciples after they die, or if they are injured, or after they are old and weak.

Jia An is dead?

The faces of the disciples guarding the underground palace all changed, and then they bowed and responded: "Yes!"

Immediately, the door of the underground palace opened.

In the underground palace, in a dark small room with only a glimmer of light.

A sallow-faced little girl was hugging her legs and curled up in the corner, watching her brother on the bed, who seemed to have become a different person, constantly trembling.

On the bed, a sallow-faced little boy, like a carp, kept struggling, making the bed boards groan. In his mouth, he kept calling out a name:

"Pei Yuanhua......"

"Brother, brother......"

The little girl's tears kept falling, her heart was filled with grief, fear, fear, and helplessness.

"Hmm?!"

The door opened, and the little girl shivered.

Looking at the little boy on the bed who was constantly twitching and whose face was blue and twisted like a fresh fish that had been put in hot oil, Xiao Feng's face suddenly turned ashen:

"Where is the soul?!"

The faces of the two Heavenly Intent Teaching disciples behind him also changed when they saw this scene.

This state was obviously caused by a missing soul, which could not even suppress the consciousness of this body.

呼!

Xiao Feng raised his hand and grabbed the little boy, and shouted in a low voice:

"Wake up!"

The little boy was struck by lightning, and he opened his eyes in a daze, drooling from the corners of his mouth:

"Mom, I want candy, hee hee hee......"