Five Immortal Sect.

Wang Xuan sat alone outside the palace.

The originally lively palace became very deserted.

I remember that the mountains nearby were undulating, but in the end they were flattened by Jiang Fuxian's senior brother and master. The palaces were rebuilt later.

This place has long been less glorious than it was back then.

The battle caused heavy losses to the Five Immortal Sects. They were finally forced to surrender, and dozens of strong men, including the head sect, died.

Since then, the Five Immortal Sect has suffered a great loss of energy and has not recovered to this day.

That battle that year shocked Huangzhou. The old sect guardians of the Five Immortal Sect withered one after another in the following thousand years. The shocking war caused them to consume a lot of their origins of life, resulting in the current Five Immortal Sect being incomparable.

The younger generations are still rising, but the older generations of Taoist protectors have all left.

Lingyun Sect and Su Min, but the Five Immortal Sect has buried the loess. This is also the reason why everyone fled when they heard about Jiang Fuxian.

The Five Immortal Sects are no longer the super powers they used to be. They have no capital to compete with Jiang Fuxian. Wang Xuan's clothes were soaked in sweat, and he was waiting anxiously.

But the strong man from Lingyun Sect has not come for a long time.

A long time later, the elders of the Five Immortal Sect returned to the palace, looking excited, "The head teacher, the strong men of Lingyun Sect suddenly returned, but they did not come to the Five Immortal Sect."

"real?"

Wang Xuan stood up with a slap.

...

When Zhao Feiyan approached the Five Immortal Sect, she suddenly rushed back home, which made the powerful people of the sects following behind frightened.

They are afraid of blocking Jiang Fuxian's path.

The strong men of each sect scattered birds and beasts.

"It's so cool."

Zhao Feiyan watched them scattered and ran away, her eyes full of pride, thinking that she would become a powerful sword cultivator like her master in the future.

...

When the Five Immortals Sect was relieved, the Holy Sword Mountain was like falling from an ice cave, and thousands of mountains were covered with snow.

Winter arrived early, and deep in the forbidden area, Qi Lin and Yu Song looked as if dead. They understood that it was Jiang Fuxian who was here.

The gate of Holy Sword Mountain.

Giant arches like elephant trunks.

A beautiful figure walked out of the wind and snow. Jiang Fuxian came to the vicinity of the mountain gate. The disciple of the Holy Sword Mountain who was guarding the mountain gate knelt on the ground and trembled.

Jiang Fuxian's eyes were frost, and the floor-to-ceiling long skirt slid across the snow-covered ground. She walked slowly, and was about to cross the mountain gate.

"Zengzhu Jiang."

"What do you mean?"

On the top of the holy mountain, shaped like a giant sword, a majestic voice fell down, extremely majestic and echoing among the mountains.

"kill."

Jiang Fuxian looked indifferent.

The cold voice spread with spiritual power.

The two simple words made the entire Holy Sword Mountain silent. The younger generations were so scared that they were trembling, and the older generations were trembling.

The disciples near the mountain gate were even scared to death.

On the top of the Holy Mountain, middle-aged man with yellow robe standing, burly and strong, with powerful fluctuations all over his body. He is the sect leader of Holy Sword Mountain, Zhou Xingliu.

Zhou Xingliu tried to calm down, but could not hide the fear deep in his pupils. "Zengzhu Jiang, there must be a reason to kill people."

Jiang Fuxian stood near the mountain gate, with frost on his eyes, "Sacred Sword Mountain colluded with the remnants of the evil sect and attempted to murder my junior brother. You must explain it to me clearly today."

"Zongzhu Jiang, do you have any evidence?"

Zhou Xingliu stood at a high place with confidence.

Jiang Fuxian didn't say much and stepped forward with force. She was only half a step away from the mountain gate.

when!

The dull bell rang.

It was an ancient bell that could only be ringed when the sect survived and died. The loud bell rang throughout the Holy Sword Mountain. Jiang Fuxian stopped outside the mountain gate. She looked at the powerful people who kept freeing out of the Holy Sword Mountain.

Hundreds of sword emperors and dozens of sword saints are far more than those of Lingyun Sect. No wonder everyone thinks that Holy Sword Mountain can surpass Lingyun Sect.

This is the power inside the Holy Sword Mountain. Their power is spread throughout the western part of the Southern Wilderness, and there are many strong men guarding all over the place.

The lineup in front of you can make most sects in Huangzhou frightened. If Lingyun Sect falls, Holy Sword Mountain will even have the strength to rule the entire Huangzhou.

Facing Jiang Fuxian, the one who was terrified was the powerful men of Holy Sword Mountain. They were afraid in their eyes. If they received the news that Jiang Fuxian came to Holy Sword Mountain, they would never stay here.

When Jiang Fuxian saw the great elder Qi Lin in the Holy Sword Mountain, his fluctuations were very special. He might be able to hide from other powerful people, but he could not hide from Jiang Fuxian.

Several nearby swordsman are also weird.

Zhou Xingliu raised his hand and the golden barrier fell. It was the mountain protection formation of Holy Sword Mountain.

There are constant strong people taking action.

Their spiritual power merged into the sect formation.

Each mountain peak has brilliant columns of light soaring into the sky. The deacons of Holy Sword Mountain and the juniors of Holy Sword Mountain used all their strength to make the sect formation solid.

"Sect Master Jiang, our Holy Sword Mountain has been in good terms with Lingyun Sect for generations, and you cannot listen to slander."

The Great Elder Qi Lin bowed and laughed.

Jiang Fuxian's eyes became colder and he dared to say that the words of the junior brother were slander.

Yu Song's face was ashes and said, "Master Jiang, please think twice. Stepping through the mountain gate, you are the enemy of our Holy Sword Mountain."

"You've met Nangong Xu."

Jiang Fuxian stared at Yu Song in the sky.

Yu Song said in horror: "Who is Nangong Xu? I have never seen him."

"Before Lou Yueyang died, he had already confessed you." Jiang Fuxian saw Yu Song dodging his eyes and understood that he had a problem.

Whether Chen Mu saw a flash of pictures or Lou Yueyang was caught, it could not be used as direct evidence.

Some of the strong men in the Holy Sword Mountain looked at Yu Song. Some of them were unaware of it. Qi Lin looked as if he was ashamed and said, "Can the words of the Evil Sect be believed?"

Zhou Xingliu bowed, "Please calm down from the anger of Sect Master Jiang. I will investigate this matter carefully and will definitely give Lingyun Sect a satisfactory result."

Jiang Fuxian looked at Zhou Xingliu, his eyes were colder and his voice was colder, "Investigate, Holy Sword Mountain is the nest of the Evil Sect, how do you check it?"

The entire Holy Sword Mountain was shocked.

The juniors looked at each other, Qi Lin and other elders looked embarrassed, and Jiang Fuxian looked cold, "No wonder the sword saints of Lingyun Sect continue to wither, and the number of sword saints of Holy Sword Mountain can double, so that's it."

Qi Lin smiled and said, "Master Jiang, you are slandering us on Holy Sword Mountain. Holy Sword Mountain is becoming stronger and stronger. You are jealous of us."

Jiang Fuxian raised his right arm.

The slender index finger is filled with snow.

"Use all your strength!"

Qi Lin shouted.

Even Zhou Xingliu activated all his spiritual power to bless the sect protection formation. The barrier was shining with golden light, like a barrier made of gold.

A snow light came out from Jiang Fuxian's fingertips, and it instantly hit the golden barrier.

The entire mountain range was shaking.

Jiang Fuxian's robe rolled, and his silver hair fluttered in the wind and snow, like a fairy.

All the strong men in the Holy Sword Mountain exerted all their strength at the same time, and they wanted to stop Jiang Fuxian from outside.

Click!

The golden barrier cracks appeared.

A loud bang!

The golden barrier collapsed instantly.

The younger generations fell to the ground one after another, and the strong men of the sect were all backfired and coughed up blood.

The snow light smashed all the mountains along the way, and even the towering holy mountain was bombarded with huge holes by the snow light.

Jiang Fuxian stepped into the Holy Sword Mountain.

The whole world became colder.

Zhou Xingliu had fear on his face, and the elder Qi Lindian said wildly: "It's better to use the sword formation to fight her desperately."
To be continued...