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On a wasteland in the northwest of Xishan Continent, two beams of light descended from the sky. Zhang Yueming and Xuanyuan Cheng surveyed their surroundings.

From time to time, large and small gaps would appear in the lightning sky curtain above Xishan Continent. Some gaps would last a little longer, and some would quickly recover by themselves following the circulation of the protective array.

And every time these gaps appeared, more or less light would pass through them and fall upon the Xishan Continent.

In the sky, from time to time, there would be the appearance of thunder and lightning. Some of them would fall somewhere within the Xishan Continent, but some would directly strike into the gaps in the sky curtain that were opened.

Every time the lightning strikes the gaps in the sky, the repair of the cracks would speed up. If a foreign cultivator was unlucky and coincidentally passed through the gaps, they would be forcefully struck by the Five Elements Lightning Light. The weaker cultivators would be completely destroyed by the lightning, and not even a few bones would be left.

"This Western Mountain Madame Yang is indeed extraordinary. No wonder even someone like Brother Zhang fled far away from my Heaven's Terminator astral realm."

Xuanyuan Cheng looked at the lightning that flashed in the sky from time to time and said with some fear, "Our luck is pretty good. If we were struck by this lightning just now, I'm afraid we would not be able to handle it."

Zhang Yueming's face had a metallic luster to it, but no emotions could be seen on it. His entire person seemed to have become a vulture, and he coldly replied, "It's just a legacy left behind by Yang Junshan. Without Yang Junshan, the Western Madame Yang is like a giant whose spine has been extracted, and it's just a bluff.

As the two spoke, the Spiritual Sense had long since spread out to a radius of several dozen kilometers. However, at the same time, it also detected the battle that was taking place thirty kilometers to the southeast, as well as the streak of light that had just flashed by twenty kilometers to the southwest.

"Eh, Brother Zhang did not lie to me, this Madame Yang Cultivator really has a unique skill in body tempering. This little cultivator in front of me is only at the Dao Realm, but this Body Tempering Cultivator has already penetrated deep into his internal organs, such an embryo only needs to be modified slightly, it's enough to create a puppet of the Wu Steel. If you raise it a little more, you might be able to become a metal zombie in the future!"

Xuanyuan Cheng's attention was instantly attracted by a cultivator that had just stepped into the Dao Realm.

Compared to Xuanyuan Cheng who watched the fight between Dao Realm Cultivators from dozens of miles away, Zhang Yueming stood motionlessly on the side. However, the stiff expression on his face made it hard for people to figure out what he was thinking.

"Hey, Brother Zhang, what are you thinking about? Why have you been lost in thought for so long?"

Xuanyuan Cheng quickly noticed the abnormality on Zhang Yueming's body and asked.

"Although the Western Mountain Madame Yang has a very perfect inheritance of the body forging and also values the cultivation of the body forging, this young cultivator was able to cultivate the body forging to such a level while in the Dao Realm. He is probably an outstanding existence among the younger generation of the Madame Yang's family, so Brother Xuanyuan, since you think that you want to abduct this embryo, you should make your move as soon as possible. However, you must be cautious."

Xuanyuan Cheng heard this and laughed, "Just now, Brother Zhang was swearing with confidence that this Western Mountain Madame Yang would be doomed. How did he become so cautious in the blink of an eye?"

Zhang Yueming was obviously a bit absent-minded as he said: "Oh, then, Brother Xuanyuan please make the first move."

Xuanyuan Cheng finally noticed that Zhang Yueming seemed to have something on his mind. He raised his eyebrows and asked, "Brother Zhang, do you need to leave first?"

Zhang Yueming squeezed out a smile and said: "Sorry, I met an old enemy."

Xuanyuan Cheng was suddenly enlightened: "The flash of light that just passed by?"

Zhang Yueming hesitated for a moment, but still nodded his head: "That's right, I am afraid that I will have to leave first, there are some things that I must do, and now that I am in the Xishan Continent, my previous promise can be considered as fulfilled. Of course, if Brother Xuanyuan is still willing to act together with Brother Zhang, then I will naturally wish for it."

Xuanyuan Cheng's gaze lingered on Zhang Yueming's face for a moment. Suddenly, he let out a burst of laughter, but his expression was still cold. He said, "Since that's the case, we won't delay Zhang Yueming. I'll take care of myself."

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Yang Xuanfeng's flying sword always gave off a slow and leisurely feeling.

Unlike the majority of Swordsman's flying swords, which were sharp, fast, elegant, or ghost-like, Yang Xuanfeng's flying swords could only be described with one word — heavy!

It was naturally impossible to seize the initiative in the battle of magic. However, if Yang Xuanfeng were to take the initiative to take the initiative, it might sound like a joke, but in reality, Yang Xuanfeng's sword arts were often meant to take the initiative!

His flying sword was not the first to arrive, nor was it the second to arrive. Instead, it was the first to reach the enemy!

No matter what kind of sacred art his opponent used or how dazzling his methods were, as long as he was not about to kill his opponent, he would be forced to save himself.

Of course, all of this was built on a situation where the cultivation levels of both sides seemed to be different. However, it was also sufficient to prove that Yang Xuanfeng's sword style and the sword art he was controlling were not ordinary.

For example, this Qingyun Realm cultivator, who was fighting with him, although his cultivation was a level higher than Yang Xuanfeng, the sacred art in his hands was like a flower scattered by a goddess.

However, it was this god-like ability that came crashing down like an inescapable net. The moment Yang Xuanfeng chopped down with great force while wielding the stone broadsword, it gave off an earth-shattering feeling. All the shackles and net had disappeared at this moment.1

The Star Palace cultivator cried out in alarm and retreated, but his flying sword was affected by Yang Xuanfeng's sword and instantly escaped his control. Then, as if for some unknown reason, it automatically crashed into the stone broadsword's blade, and the top Treasure that was just one step away from the Dao tools was actually split into two halves.

The cultivator Intrinsic Magic Treasures broke and immediately felt as if he had suffered a heavy blow. A mouthful of blood flowed out before he could not help but exclaim, "You, what kind of swordsmanship ability is this?"

Yang Xuanfeng maneuvered the stone sword and pointed it at the cultivators of Qingyun, then immediately, he felt his entire body was enveloped by a biting cold and heavy Qi, so much that this Qi seeped into his body through the pores of his body and started to directly interfere with the circulation of the immortal elemental energy in his body, to the point where his mind started to grow drowsy.

"This is the 'Star Condor Sword Secret Art'!"

It was as if a voice had reached the ears of the cultivators of the Qingyun.

"Star carving?"

The cultivator muttered to himself, as if he was still trying to figure out what was so special about this sword art. Suddenly, his entire body felt light, as if he had fallen into the clouds, but soon after he sank into endless darkness.

Yang Xuanfeng stretched out his hand and the stone broadsword flew back into the scabbard of his juniors.

The sword art that Yang Xuanfeng had just displayed was the "Condor Star Sword Secret Art" that Immortal Sovereign Xing Yu had previously taught him.

On that day, Immortal Sovereign Xing Yu had once said that this set of sword art's ability "can be learned from the complex and simple, and what Yang Xuanfeng learnt was only a Precious Technique which contained a total of twenty-seven Sword Secret Art s."

After Yang Xuanfeng had condensed his Primordial Spirit and advanced to the Dao Realm, this innate ability, under his occasional enlightenment, had been simplified and combined. Finally, it landed on the nine Sword Secret Art s and the grade of this "Condor Star Sword Secret Art" had become a set of Dao Techniques and Divine Powers s.

Just as Yang Xuanfeng was about to go forward and pick the Qingyun cultivator's storage magical equipment, he suddenly heard a "pa pa" sound from not too far away.

"Amazing. It's been a long time since I've seen such a wonderful battle between cultivators in the Dao Realm."

A tall and sturdy cultivator, whose tone was filled with praise but whose expression was cold, appeared in mid air a few hundred meters away from Yang Xuanfeng. It was rigid race Golden Immortal, Xuanyuan Cheng, who had descended together with Zhang Yueming earlier.

Yang Xuanfeng's heart skipped a beat. He immediately understood that the enemy's cultivation level was far above his. He quickly said, "I dare not accept senior's praise. I have a family elder's summons. I'll take my leave first. Senior can come to the West Mountain as a guest!"

While speaking, Yang Xuanfeng's Escape Technique was already prepared. The ground suddenly cracked open and swallowed his entire body. Then, it closed up.

"Earth Escape Technique, hur hur, interesting!"

Dozens of miles away, Yang Xuanfeng summoned his flying sword the moment he broke out of the ground, trying his best to escape in the direction of the western mountain.

However, a calm voice reached his ears, "Little friend, where are you going?"

Yang Xuanfeng felt like he was struck by lightning. Looking towards the source of the sound, he saw that the person was standing on top of a tall hill about a hundred feet away from where he broke out of the ground. No matter how he urged the flying sword under his feet, he was still circling around that tall hill.

Xuanyuan Cheng's expression was stiff, but in the midst of the delicacy, he said with a smile, "Little friend, I just need one or two servants. Xuanyuan Cheng's face was stiff, but within the delicacy, he said with a smile," Little friend, I just need one or two servants.

Yang Xuanfeng knew that the difference in cultivation level between friend and foe was too great. He had no way of escaping. Without saying anything further, he took off a jade pendant from his waist and crushed it. A ray of light shot into the sky.

"Hey, are you recruiting reinforcements?"

Xuanyuan Cheng did not have the time to stop Yang Xuanfeng from breaking the jade, but he did not take it to heart, and continued to laugh as he said: "Coincidentally, I lack a lot of manpower, and I heard that the Western Mountain Madame Yang cultivators have great achievements in the art of body forging, and this will save me a lot of trouble."

Just as he was about to say something, he suddenly heard a loud sound of thunder from above him. Without waiting for him to look up, a five-color lightning as thick as a bucket came crashing down.

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