Legend of Swordsman

Immortal clouds curled up and auspicious signs rang out. This was an auspicious land.

Standing in the void was the heavenly gate, the gateway of the Shangjun Sect. At this moment, several top cultivators were guarding it.

The Immortal aura circulated. Behind the heavenly gate was a huge Immortal Array.

"Stop. Yan Immortal, which faction are you from? Our sect is not open to the public, please move."

A cool breeze swept across and a top cultivator guarding the heavenly gate extended his hand to block Jian Wushuang's path.

Without waiting for Jian Wushuang to speak, Chen Qing slapped several top cultivators and sent them flying thousands of feet away, opening the door of Shangjun Sect.

Then, Jian Wushuang slowly entered the heavenly gate.

Behind the gate was not the Heavenly Region of the Shangjun Sect. Instead, it was a huge and chaotic Immortal Array Formation.

"They're using strange tricks, a sure sign they're up to no good," Chen Qing said in a deep voice and directly waved his hand to blast out a beam of Yan power.

However, when the Yan power strip collided with the Immortal Formation, it was easily absorbed and couldn't be shattered.

"I'm afraid we can't barge in here. The Immortal Array creates a barrier," Chun Qiu said thoughtfully.

As soon as he finished speaking, Jian Wushuang raised his hand and easily tore the barrier on the Immortal Array Formation.

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"Let's go." He gestured and then stepped into the Immortal Array.

When he went to Prince Jiu's Great Mi Heaven, Jian Wushuang felt the marvel of the Teleportation Immortal Array. It was not bad and could instantly go to any place within the Immortal Array Formation's path.

The origin of the Teleportation Immortal Array had long been unknown, but it had completely flourished in the era of Zhen Wuyang.

In order to destroy Heavenly Court, large-scale deployment of Yan Immortals was extremely important, and Zhen Wuyang used the Teleportation Immortal Formation to successfully destroy Heavenly Court after Heavenly Court.

It was also because of this that even after countless years, there were still Immortal Array Formations that remained in some Super Heavenly Regions.

With a thought, they stood on a land shrouded in Immortal clouds.

"Is this Shangjun Sect? Why does it not look like a place for hiding impurities?" Chen Qing stroked his chin and looked at the ancient pavilion.

At this moment, Gu Ting was extremely nervous. "Um, this should be the location of the Shangjun Sect. I also passed by here with the clan elders billions of years ago and never visited this place."

"For now, let's not worry about it. Let's go in and see!" Chen Qing said in a low voice.

At this point, Jian Wushuang spoke, "Let's not act hastily. If the Shangjun Sect is indeed a righteous sect, we'll spare them this time. If not, we can always take action later."

Chun Qiu, Chen Qing, and Gu Ting nodded simultaneously.

Immortal clouds curled up and the mountain was majestic. Countless green Immortal trees were growing vigorously. Ancient buildings were like dragons, quietly hibernating in the mountain range.

At this moment, it was still early morning, and some disciples had already begun their morning breathing exercises. They were diligently cultivating in their respective Dao Arenas.

Jian Wushuang walked with his hands behind his back, paying no attention to the disciples of the Shangjun Sect.

His goal was very clear: he headed straight for the main hall of the Shangjun Sect.

Soon, the disciples of Shangjun Sect found the uninvited guests and began to gather in the direction of the hall.

The main hall of the Shangjun Sect was located at the very center of the vast Heavenly Region plane, occupying the most abundant source of Yan power.

In just a few dozen breaths of time, Jian Wushuang stepped onto the main hall's square.

The square was grand, and the main hall was magnificent, exuding an awe-inspiring presence.

In the center of the square, there was a massive sundial, with each direction corresponding to a constellation.

Chen Qing directly leaped onto the sundial platform and shouted, "Old rascal inside the hall, come out!!"

As if the water had suddenly boiled, the main hall opened, and more than ten old men in black robes walked out, all with an imposing presence.

With just one glance, Jian Wushuang knew that these old men were all Yan Immortals.

A long-bearded old man in the lead had an unfriendly expression on his face. "Where did you come from? How dare you stand on the sundial? Don't you know how to write the word 'death'?"

Chen Qing sneered and said disdainfully, "What? Do you want to teach me?"

The long-bearded old man was furious. He slammed his ancient staff into the ground, instantly sending a pure surge of Yan power forward.

Chen Qing raised his hand and effortlessly shattered the oncoming Yan power.

"Don't embarrass yourself by using some random technique. Don't force me to go on a killing spree!" Chen Qing shouted angrily, "Hand over Qin Tuo, or every single one of you will die!"

A thunderous atmosphere filled the air, and all the elders and disciples took a step back, their faces tense.

The long-bearded old man spoke again, taking a step forward, "Junior, the Shangjun Sect is not a place for your arrogance. You can still leave now to avoid serious consequences."

"Of course, we can leave, but first, return my three brothers," Chun Qiu stepped forward and said.

The long-bearded old man's eyebrows trembled slightly. He obviously knew something, but he still said, "The elders and disciples of the Shangjun Sect have not stepped out of the sect for millions of years. Naturally, we don't know the whereabouts of the brothers you mentioned. I think there must be some misunderstanding."

"Old thief, dare you still speak nonsense with your eyes open?" Chen Qing, filled with anger, laughed mockingly and struck out with a palm towards all the elders.

The elders quickly reacted and used their powers to resist.

Chen Qing had already comprehended his own Immortal Style and was only a step away from the Grand Yan Immortal realm. He was a Quasi-Grand Yan Immortal. With his full force attack, it was enough to make ordinary Yan Immortals unable to withstand it.

The 15 elders struggled with all their might to resist Chen Qing's attack.

The elder with a long white beard at the forefront almost couldn't maintain his stance, and his vital energy and blood surged within his Immortal body.

Chen Qing coldly shouted, "Anyone who doesn't want to die, step aside. Today, I'm here to seek justice. If you insist on not backing down, don't blame me for annihilating the sect!"

As soon as he said that, all the Shangjun Sect disciples were in an uproar and quickly retreated.

The elder with the long white beard had a changeable expression and eventually looked towards another elder, giving a subtle signal.

Then, the two elders quickly entered the hall.

"I believe there must be some misunderstanding in this matter. Please stay for a moment," the elder with the long white beard said in a deep voice after taking a deep breath.

Chen Qing did not speak any further and turned to look at the calmly composed Sword Peerless.

In front of the grand hall, in the center of the square, a brief silence fell.

After a few breaths, Jian Wushuang moved forward slowly.

Gu Ting's eyebrows twitched. For some reason, every time he saw Jian Wushuang, he could not help but feel nervous. It was as if he was gazing into an unfathomable abyss, impossible to fathom.

At the same time, there was a hidden sense of anticipation in Gu Ting's heart. What kind of existence was Jian Wushuang, who could make both the leader and the second-in-command of the Eternal Wushuang willingly follow him?

Soon, he witnessed an almost unimaginable scene.

Jian Wushuang was alone in front of more than ten elders of Shangjun Sect. With a casual wave of his hand, he sent them flying.

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More than a dozen senior elders of the Shangjun Sect, who had immersed themselves in the cultivation of Immortality for countless years, were all sent flying, smashing the doors of the hall heavily and rolling into the interior of the grand hall.