Master comes down the mountain, I don’t know martial arts, but I am an immortal

The gourd emitted a bright purple light, and purple air gushed out, forming a large purple cloud.

Suddenly, a purple light shot out from the cloud, turning into a powerful sword energy, whistling towards Zeng Yizhi. This purple sword energy was incredibly powerful. Wherever it went, the air seemed to be torn apart, emitting bursts of sharp whistling sounds. The sword energy cut through the air, leaving a trail of afterimages, as if it was going to destroy everything.

Zeng Yizi's expression was calm, and his eyes revealed a hint of composure and confidence.

He raised his hand gently, and plucked the only string with his fingers. An invisible sound wave rippled out, like a surging wave, instantly submerging the purple sword energy. Under the impact of the sound wave, the purple sword energy instantly dissipated, turned into dots of light, and disappeared into the air.

There was no trace of pride on Zeng Yizi's face, as if all this was within his expectations.

Jiang Zifeng was shocked, his eyes widened with disbelief.

He never thought that the purple sword energy he had sent out with all his strength could be broken so easily by Zeng Yizhi. Even the purple gold gourd hanging above his head lost control under the impact of this powerful force and fell to the ground.

"Old Fifteen, get out of the way. You are no match for me." Zeng Yizi pressed his fingers on the strings. "If you don't retreat, the strings will ring and you will die!"

Jiang Zifeng's face was pale, his lips trembled slightly, he wanted to say something but couldn't. He looked at Zeng Yizi, his heart filled with fear and despair. He knew that he was no match for Zeng Yizi, if he continued, he would only die.

But Gao Qi did not speak, and he did not dare to retreat. Compared with Senior Brother Xi, he was more afraid of this ancestor.

Zeng Yizi sighed helplessly, and lightly plucked the strings with his fingers. The sound of the piano rang out, transforming into a wave of sword energy, cutting horizontally towards Jiang Zifeng.

At this moment, two sword energies suddenly shot out from behind Jiang Zifeng, crossed in front of Jiang Zifeng, and shattered the piano music and sword waves.

Two figures emerged from the void with sword energy and stood in front of Jiang Zifeng.

"Pingbo! Chengbo!" Jiang Zifeng was pulled back from the hands of death. When he saw Jiang Ping and Jiang Cheng, he was surprised and happy.

These two were the guardians assigned to him by Gao Qi, who would protect his safety and obey his orders. In the rush just now, he didn't think of them.

Zeng Yizi frowned slightly because he had never seen these two people before.

"who are you?"

Jiang Ping and Jiang Cheng held swords in their hands, their eyes were cold and there was no expression on their faces, as if they were two emotionless killing machines.

Jiang Ping took the lead, and he flashed like a black lightning, rushing towards Zeng Yizhi. The sword in his hand, with a sharp sword energy, stabbed Zeng Yizhi's chest first.

Zeng Yizi plucked the strings of the zither, and a sound wave came out with the flick of his fingers, breaking the sword energy and sweeping towards Jiang Ping with an invisible force.

Wherever the sound waves go, the space is distorted and the air makes a crackling sound.

Jiang Ping felt the powerful force of the sound wave and quickly swung his sword to block it. At the moment of contact, his arm trembled slightly due to the force, and beads of sweat oozed from his forehead.

His sword began to tremble slightly under the impact of the sound waves. His face turned pale, and it was obvious that he was already somewhat powerless. There was a hint of surprise in his eyes, but no fear, but instead a hint of greed and murderous intent.

Suddenly, another sword energy came from the air and shattered the sound waves.

It turned out that Jiang Cheng joined the battle.

The two swords joined together, and in an instant, a powerful force spread out. The two swords echoed each other, and the cooperation was seamless, as if they had become an inseparable whole. Their swordsmanship was sharp and strange, and every move and every style contained endless murderous intent. Their figures moved quickly in the hall, leaving a trail of afterimages, which was dazzling.

Zeng Yizhi's expression gradually became solemn. He knew that the power of the two swords combined was extraordinary. If he was not careful, he might die here today. However, there was still no fear in his eyes.

He took a deep breath, and a faint light gradually appeared around his body. His hands danced quickly on the strings of the piano, and the sound of the piano became rapid and passionate, like a war song, echoing in the hall.

The light flickered and danced, in coordination with the music, forming a special protective shield on his body, protecting him tightly.

Jiang Ping and Jiang Cheng's swords stabbed at the light again and again, but they could never break through. Every time the swords collided with the light, there was a loud noise, as if beating a war drum, shaking the entire hall.

Gao Qi stood aside, watching the fierce battle quietly. There was no expression on his face, as if all this had nothing to do with him.

However, Jiang Zifeng's eyes revealed great anxiety and worry.

He looked at Gao Qi helplessly, hoping that the ancestor could help.

Gao Qi smiled coldly: "Don't worry, Jiang Ping and Jiang Cheng haven't used their killing moves yet. The power of the two swords combined is not just talk."

Jiang Zifeng was a little bit unconvinced. They were obviously evenly matched, and Senior Brother Xi even had a certain advantage.

"They are your guardians now and will obey your orders." Gao Qi reminded him, "They will not kill unless you give the order to kill them."

Jiang Zifeng suddenly realized what was going on and blurted out, "Jiang Ping, Jiang Cheng, kill him!"

He immediately regretted saying this. First, the address was wrong. Although they were the protectors of the Gaoqi sect, they were also the elders of the Jiang family. How could he call them by their names first?

Second, giving such an order seems too cruel to Senior Brother Xi.

But the words have been spoken and cannot be taken back.

Jiang Ping and Jiang Cheng suddenly jumped high, crossed their positions in mid-air, and their swords came together like a pair of scissors.

The sword energy suddenly burst out and turned into a giant pair of scissors, moving crosswise in the air and cutting the void in front into pieces.

Snapped!

The sound of a string breaking.

First, the string of the zither was cut by the sword energy.

Then, the whole piano was cut in half.

The light on Zeng Yizi's body also shattered into tiny star points, which were lost in the surrounding void.

The sword energy cut across his chest.

There was no blood, no splashing, his immortal body, which had long since turned as smooth as jade, was cut in half.

With a thud, Zeng Yizi's upper body fell to the ground.

In front of me is the broken zither.

He looked at the piano intently and reached out his hand, trying to pluck the strings.

But the strings were broken and his fingers fell weakly onto the piano board.

A smile appeared on Zeng Yizi's lips, and Ouyang Shuang's icy face appeared in front of him.

"Sister, I have tried my best. Let's meet again on the road to the underworld..." He murmured and closed his eyes.