"That person is Xie Changyuan!?" A certain front-line combat cannon fodder said in surprise.
"Appearing here at this moment, who else could it be but him?"
"Didn't you see that Wang Wu of Yaowang Valley, the personal bodyguard of the former Valley Master, was just knocked away with a sword? I really don't believe this guy is not a body-refining madman!"
"It's strange, how come the monk from Yaowang Valley, who is good at using poison, rushes forward and fights this madman in a hand-to-hand manner. Are you crazy?"
"Perhaps seeing the enemy made me dizzy."
Seeing the scene of Wang Wu being whipped away, the monks on the front line all whispered to each other.
Ahead, Xie Changyuan, holding a hundred-jin giant sword, stepped into Kongming Mountain step by step, and soon approached the mountain gate.
"boom!"
Xie Changyuan struck out with a sword and directly split the nine-foot-high mountain gate in half. His face was covered with a cloak, and people could only see his tightly pursed lips, which were extremely cold.
"Can you go up?" the monk inside the mountain gate asked while retreating.
Not all of them were Kongmingshan disciples, and they were not interested in the destruction of Kongmingshan Gate, but they saw Xie Changyuan's ferocity, and no one wanted to be the first to do so.
"Damn it, aren't you just a reckless man? Are we immortal cultivators afraid of martial arts practitioners?"
A Kongming Mountain disciple stood up, and then more people stood up. They were tens of feet away from Xie Changyuan, and they all threw their magic weapons at the latter.
"boom!"
Nearly a hundred monks joined forces to attack, and in an instant, the sky was filled with precious light. Xie Changyuan instantly became the target of public criticism. There was a loud bang and gravel flew away.
"Watch out!" someone yelled.
Looking up, I saw Xie Changyuan's figure already flying into the air, narrowly escaping the first round of siege.
Xie Changyuan adjusted his posture and landed in the group of monks like an eagle attacking a rabbit. He waved the giant sword in his hand and swept a storm within a radius of two meters, cutting off the nearest monks in half.
"puff!"
The low-level monks are not immortals, they are also flesh and blood. This sword slashed out, and the sky was filled with blood in an instant.
Accompanied by screams one after another, seven or eight people fell down in the blink of an eye. Xie Changyuan's figure stood among them, like a hell-blood Shura.
"Keep your distance and don't let him get close to you!"
There are many clear-minded people among the monks at the bottom, but it is a pity that it is too late.
As soon as he finished speaking, Xie Changyuan trampled to death a monk who had only half of his body left. Immediately, he swung his huge sword and rushed directly into the remaining monks to slash left and right. The hundred-jin giant sword was as light as cotton in his hands, and he slashed very fast.
There are roughly two types of extraordinary people in the world. One is the immortal cultivator who seeks immortality and is good at using magic weapons such as flying swords to kill enemies from a distance. The other is the body-refining madman who refines his flesh and blood body and is dedicated to sanctifying his body.
When monks fight, they often focus on the use and control of magic weapons, but once a body-refining madman gets close, they are no different than a piece of tofu. Because the monks' physical bodies are fragile, they are only slightly stronger than ordinary people.
The power of Xie Changyuan's sword was so frightening that all the monks retreated. Some even turned around and ran away, hoping to gain some distance to use their magic weapon so as not to learn from others' mistakes.
However, Xie Changyuan could not give them a chance.
He stomped on the ground, his tall body shot out like a bow, and the giant sword in his hand was like the death's scythe, harvesting wildly, never leaving a complete corpse wherever he passed.
He was tall, and the huge sword in his hand weighed a hundred kilograms, but his speed was ridiculously fast. In just a few blinks of an eye, he had already rushed back and forth several times, and the monks who were running slowly fell at his feet.
Someone successfully distanced himself and used the magic weapon to attack again, but Xie Changyuan held up his sword as a shield to resist. After a burst of dust settled, the ordinary man was unscathed!
Soon after, corpses were strewn all over the Kongming Mountain Gate, and there were nearly a hundred immortal cultivators lying on the ground.
Xie Changyuan's figure stood there. After confirming that there was no one alive except himself, he picked up his sword and continued forward.
His steps were still steady, and he only suffered a few superficial wounds after the fight. His face was covered by a rough linen cloak, and it was difficult to see clearly what his expression was at the moment. He could only see a few drops of blood in the corner of his cold mouth, which he used.
Wipe it away with your fingers.
Ahead is the second front...
In the Kongming Mountain Ancestral Hall, the top leaders of the five immortal sects gathered here. They sat separately and listened to the noise coming from the mountain without being moved. However, the tea on the coffee table had already cooled down, but they did not take a sip.
"Is it necessary for us to let our disciples die while we wait here?" A middle-aged man with a hot temper slapped the table and stood up.
Yes, they were indeed watching the disciples die here, without any preparation for taking action.
"Fellow Daoist He is right. With the cultivation of everyone here, it is enough to fight against several golden elixirs. How can you not do anything to an ordinary person? Why wait in vain!" Another monk agreed.
For a moment, several masters from the five great immortal sects had already stood up, walked out of the Kongming Mountain Ancestral Hall together, and went to the foot of the mountain to meet Xie Changyuan.
The impulsive ones are gone, and the remaining ones are all scheming ones, with calm expressions and even smiles on their lips.
"This Xie Changyuan has visited several major sects in recent years and killed several major golden elixirs with thunderous means. He is not very old, but his killing power is ferocious. He is suspected of being a body-refining madman."
The voice of an old man rang out. This man was sitting in the upper position and was currently the head of the Changming Sword Sect. His name was Li Chonghuan.
After finishing speaking, another old woman said, "This guy is very cruel. He can defeat the enemy within three moves of the golden elixir. You and I must not act rashly. We will wait for the disciples at the foot of the mountain to slowly wear him down and try to win him with the minimum loss."
Head."
She is very old, and although her cultivation is not that of a golden elixir, she has a long lifespan. This person is Wang Poxi, the current owner of Yaowang Valley.
This is the plan of the senior management.
The killing cries at the foot of the mountain were getting closer and closer, and the sound of bursts of rocks exploding could be heard in the distance. The monks in the ancestral hall finally began to feel uneasy. Some even reached out to take a sip of tea in order to cover up their inner chaos.
, he didn’t even care that the tea in the cup was already cold.
"How come the commotion at the bottom of the mountain does not subside, but intensifies?" Someone murmured.
Hearing this, the owner of the five major immortal sects who joined forces this time stood up.
"Everyone, please be patient. We are fully prepared this time. What's more, with our mountain master and Fairy Ziwei, two golden elixir masters, joining forces, a mere ordinary person will not be a threat at all."
The person who stood up to speak was not Zhao Qiankun, the master of Kongming Mountain, but his junior brother, Cheng Fangshi, the elder of Kongming Mountain.
With the comfort of their boss and the confidence of the two golden elixirs, some people felt relieved, and then Li Chonghuan, the Changming Sword Sect, asked.
"Brother Fang Shi, why haven't you seen the mountain master show up yet?"
The only golden elixir master present today is Fairy Zixia, who is sitting in the deputy seat of the main hall, but another important figure has never appeared.
Hearing this, everyone looked at the First Elder Cheng Fangshi, including the beautiful Zixia Fairy.
Cheng Fangshi smiled mysteriously, "The mountain master went to the back mountain to ask for magic weapons this morning. He will be here soon to fight side by side with you."
After he finished speaking, he bowed his hands and gestured toward the mountain behind.