Immortal and Demon Cultivation

Ye Xiaochuan's cultivation level is not high enough to be ranked in the human world.

However, his understanding of the laws and his special cultivation methods make him almost invincible among his peers.

The cultivation of acupuncture points allows him to mobilize the true essence and spiritual power in his body more quickly.

His instantaneous explosive power is almost three times that of cultivators of the same level.

With just a sword beam, a huge rock weighing tens of thousands of pounds at the foot of Yunlai Peak was crushed into powder.

This instantaneous explosive power shocked the Xuantian Sect disciples present.

Ye Xiaochuan and Xuantian Sect had a great grudge. Before the action, he could still maintain his rationality and wanted to exchange the Xuanyuan Sword for Zuo Qiu.

But after the action, he could no longer control it.

Over the years, the bloodthirsty demonic power of Changsheng Jue has been eroding his mind all the time.

The punch that Tushihuan gave Zuo Qiu completely aroused the tyrannical killing heart that had been suppressed for many years in Ye Xiaochuan's heart.

The sword light of Xuanyuan Sword changed from soft white to dark green and then to light yellow.

Finally, it turned into golden yellow.

At this moment, all the disciples of Xuantian Sect no longer doubted the authenticity of this sword.

This is the characteristic of Xuanyuan Sword.

The stronger the spiritual power applied to the sword, the brighter the light emitted by the sword.

There is only one sword in the world, and there is no possibility of counterfeiting.

Ye Xiaochuan seemed to have entered a crazy state, and his originally deep eyes turned red.

It was as red as fresh blood.

The world in front of him seemed to have turned blood red.

He was like being in Shura Hell, and the murderous intent and evil spirit gradually controlled his body and mind.

The sword was getting faster and faster.

The power was getting stronger and stronger.

Even Chiwu Xingzhe suffered a great loss in close combat with Ye Xiaochuan, and that was four or five years ago.

In the past few years at Longmen Inn, although Ye Xiaochuan did not make much progress in his cultivation realm, his understanding of swordsmanship and wind system was deepened a lot.

Although there were many elite disciples of Xuantian Sect in front of him, Ye Xiaochuan had a great advantage in close combat.

Nineteen people surrounded one person.

As a result, in a short moment, two people were killed and six or seven people were seriously injured.

This shows Ye Xiaochuan's advantage in close combat.

Tushihuan avoided Ye Xiaochuan's sword. Seeing the power of Ye Xiaochuan's sword, Tushihuan looked ashen.

He knew that if he had dodged a little slower just now, if the sword light hit him, his fate would be the same as that boulder.

Ye Xiaochuan stared at Tushihuan, and it seemed that he had no intention of letting him go.

Tushihuan never dreamed that the punch he hit Zuo Qiu tonight would bring him a fatal disaster.

Tushihuan was stared at by Ye Xiaochuan's blood-red eyes, looking at the terrifying demonic energy emanating from Ye Xiaochuan.

In his heart, he actually felt an unprecedented fear.

Even he himself had never thought that he would be afraid! He would be afraid! At this moment, Shangguan Yu shouted, "Brother Tu, be careful!"

Tu Shihuan woke up immediately.

He realized that his soul seemed to be imprisoned at this moment.

No, it was slowed down.

Tu Shihuan's master was from a famous family, with high cultivation and experience. He was not comparable to ordinary disciples.

He immediately realized that there was something wrong with his soul.

There was a mysterious force that was actually affecting his soul! It made him afraid and made his reaction worse.

When he came to his senses, a golden sword light was already in front of him.

That was the sword tip of Xuanyuan Sword.

He was horrified and retreated repeatedly, while at the same time he lifted the magic sword in his hand upward.

The sword tip of Xuanyuan Sword was picked up less than five inches away from his throat.

But the huge force from Xuanyuan Sword was not something he could block.

The body was like being hit hard, retreating repeatedly.

Zuo Qiu holds a very high position in Ye Xiaochuan's mind, otherwise he would not have come to rescue him alone when he heard that Zuo Qiu was captured.

Zuo Qiu can sacrifice his life for Ye Xiaochuan.

Similarly, for Zuo Qiu, Ye Xiaochuan will sacrifice his life without blinking an eye.

Tushihuan will pay the price for the punch that hit Zuo Qiu's lower abdomen.

In Ye Xiaochuan's view, this price can be summed up in one word.

Death.

In Ye Xiaochuan's heart, it seemed as if a demon was roaring, asking him to kill Tushihuan.

Other disciples of Xuantian Sect also discovered Ye Xiaochuan's killing intention towards Tushihuan.

After Tushihuan dodged another attack from Ye Xiaochuan, two sword beams pierced Ye Xiaochuan's back from the left and right.

Ye Xiaochuan did not even turn his head back, but swung his sword with his backhand, and with two bangs, he shook off the two broadswords that were attacking.

His body flew up, and the Xuanyuan Sword, wrapped in dazzling golden light, came down from the sky and slashed at Tushihuan.

Before Tushihuan could stand still, he saw Xuanyuan Sword slashing down from above.

He roared, and the broadsword in his hand also flashed with rays of light.

He held the hilt of the sword with both hands, and swung the sword upward with all his strength.

Boom! A deafening sound, like thunder exploding in the valley.

Xuanyuan Sword slashed at Tushihuan's sword with the force of splitting Mount Hua.

Tushihuan was under great pressure from above, as if he was holding up a stone mountain.

With a mouthful of blood spurting out of his mouth, he could not stand up on his knees and was actually pressed to the ground.

Ye Xiaochuan exerted force in his palm again, and Tushihuan was unable to resist, and the sword in his hand was pressed down.

Both swords were placed on his shoulders.

Tushihuan's immortal sword had already pressed into his flesh, and the bright red blood slowly overflowed, staining his clothes red.

The Xuantian Sect disciples who were about to step forward to rescue him all stopped attacking and dared not take another step forward.

They knew that if they launched another attack, the opponent would only need to slightly turn the sword tip, and Tushihuan's head would fly up.

Chu Mufeng shouted: "Stop! Do you really want to settle an endless feud with our Xuantian Sect?"

Ye Xiaochuan held the magic sword in his hand and placed it on Tushihuan's neck.

His red eyes looked around at the Xuantian Sect disciples around him.

His voice was like sand and sand.

He said hoarsely: "I never wanted to kill anyone, why do you all force me to do it?"

Ye Xiaochuan looked at Tushihuan, who was kneeling in front of him with his eyes wide open.

He continued: "You shouldn't hit a woman."

Chu Mufeng saw that Tushihuan was on the verge of life and death, and he was very anxious.

Ye Xiaochuan had already killed two Xuantian Sect disciples, but those two disciples were not high in status in the sect.

This Tushihuan was Elder Qu Chen's favorite disciple. If he died here, he would not be able to explain himself when he returned.

Now Chu Mufeng also saw that this young and mysterious man with long hair in front of him.

His cultivation was unfathomable. Facing the siege of his people, he was unscathed and instantly injured six or seven of his own people and killed two people.

He really had the strength to forcibly take Zuo Qiu away from his people.