Yang Zhen slowly stretched out his right hand, and as Yang Zhen casts the spell, the Qingming Sword appeared out of thin air in Yang Zhen's palm. He gently stroked the Qingming Sword, and Yang Zhen said coldly: "This sword is transformed by the Qinglian, and its name is: Qingming Sword. But it is different from your sword. My sword has been sacrificed and refined by the blood of countless people, and your sword is just a well-maintained scrap iron."

When Yifeng saw Yang Zhen also took out the sword, the coldness on his face slowly melted away, and then said softly: "Then let me see what is the difference between your sword full of blood."

Another disciple of Yu Ding Zhenren walked up to help Zhao Yuren, who was seriously injured and fell to the ground, then walked to Yu Ding Zhenren, and said in a voice: "Master, Junior Brother Zhao is seriously injured and needs treatment as soon as possible, otherwise... Humph! That Yang Zhen is really serious, it's best not to let him fall into my hands..."

Before the disciple could finish his words, Yu Ding Zhenren had already transferred his true energy into Zhao Yuren's body and examined Zhao Yuren's injuries.

After seeing Zhao Yuren's injuries, Yu Ding Zhenren's face was solemn. He quickly took out a jade bottle, poured out a purple fairy pill from it, and put it into Zhao Yuren's mouth. After doing all this, Yu Ding Zhen glanced at Yang Zhen not far away and snorted coldly: "This person has shown mercy. The magic power in Yu Ren's body is imprisoned. If Yang Zhen had taken all his strength, he would be afraid that Yu Ren would have died at this moment."

"Master, he is really that powerful?" The disciple glared at Yang Zhen and said disbelief.

"Yiyun, you and Yifeng are the two most proud disciples in addition to Yang Jian. They are not only very talented in their practice, but also inherit the sword skills of their masters. But you must always remember that there are people outside of others and there is heaven beyond heaven. No matter when it comes, you cannot be proud and complacent, otherwise your state of mind will be unstable and your cultivation will stop forever." Yu Ding Zhenren said a lesson.

When Yiyun heard this, he said in a deep voice: "Yes, master, I know you're wrong!"

The real man Yu Ding looked at Yi Yun and Yi Feng with a smile, and sighed: "Although you have been following you for almost three thousand years to cultivate immortals, you rarely fight with others. You usually go down the mountain to eliminate monsters, and you only deal with some ordinary little monsters. You lack real combat experience. Yang Zhen, who can quickly rise to the Three Realms in nearly a thousand years, can show his ability. If you brothers can defeat this person, you can get out of the army."

"Master said this, senior brother and I are not Yang Zhen's opponents now." Yi Yun said unconvincedly.

Yu Ding Zhenren snorted: "Don't be dissatisfied. Your senior brother Yang Jian has a high opinion of this person. He has also paid attention to this person as a teacher, but he didn't expect that his mind was full of murderous intent."

"What's going on?" Yi Yun said in confusion.

"Maybe he has some obsession in his heart, or has hatred for anyone!" Yu Ding Zhenren guessed: "We immortals must first calm our minds and weaken our six desires. Because if our minds are confused, we will easily be confused by emotions, and the most likely thing to confuse ourselves is our own strength. I think Yang Zhen has now reached a very dangerous brink. If we pass by it, we can naturally rise on the road to immortality. If we don't pass by it, we may not make any progress in our life, and we may even have the risk of death."

Speaking of this, Yu Ding Zhenren looked at Yi Yun and said in a deep voice: "Yi Yun, I have never let you and your senior brother go down the mountain for too long, just because I am worried that you will not be able to grasp your own nature. But now it seems that sooner or later, you will be plagued by disasters. This is an unavoidable experience for us immortal cultivators. Therefore, you must control your own nature and not let your ** control yourself."

"Yes! The disciple woke up!" Yi Yun replied.

Yu Ding Zhenren smiled and nodded, saying in a deep voice: "Just remember! Master should take a good look at Yang Zhen's magical powers. His murderous aura is too strong. Master is worried that he will kill your senior brother!"

"bite!"

The Qingming Sword and the Dragon Sword, two amazing soldiers who are also difficult to find in the Three Realms, are now in a fierce confrontation on the top of Mount Emei.

The sword force of the Dragon Sword is like a breeze swaying willows, with one move and one move, and the style of a sword is endless. The Qingming Sword is completely opposite to it. The sword intent is full of murderous intent. Every sword comes out with the power of destroying everything, which makes the Emei Mountain shake continuously. Even the clouds in the sky become a little dark because of the sword force of the Qingming Sword.

In the afternoon, the sun is still very poisonous, but it can no longer give people a warm feeling.

Humans are all spiritual masters. Although they are at a disadvantage in physical condition, their intelligence is enough to make up for all this. The demon clan is far better than humans in physical condition, and Yang Zhen also possesses the intelligence of humans, which has led to Yang Zhen's strength far exceeding that of cultivators of the same realm.

This time, Yang Zhen and Yifeng did not use any mall skills, but instead used swordsmanship to fight each other with Yifeng.

The two of them are both in the Golden Immortal Realm and have a deep understanding of the sword. Faced with such an opponent, Yang Zhen was also very happy.

From sword moves to sword intent, Yang Zhen and Yifeng also used all their strength to fight against their opponents, striving to suppress their opponents in the sword technique.

Yang Zhen liked swords, so he practiced swordsmanship with Patriarch Subhuti from the beginning. Yu Ding Zhenren himself is also a master of swordsmanship. When he met a disciple who was willing to inherit his mantle, he was of course dedicated to teaching them sword skills, hoping that they would become better one day.

At the top of Mount Emei, the sharp sword energy crisscrossed everywhere. When the battle was at its most intense, Yang Zhen and Yifeng fought directly above the clouds.

The two of them competed for swords, and no one was willing to give in. If it weren't for the magic power of the Jade Ding Zhenren to protect Mount Emei, I was afraid that the entire Mount Emei Mountains would have been cut off several layers.

Although Yifeng's cultivation is much higher than Yang Zhen and his understanding of swordsmanship is not inferior to Yang Zhen, Yang Zhen is the body of a divine beast, and is much stronger than Yifeng in many aspects such as strength, speed, and toughness.

After less than a quarter of an hour of fighting with Yifeng, Yifeng felt that his right body was completely numb, and even the tiger's mouth was shaken out of blood. His fingers holding the sword lost their blood due to excessive force.

"Oh!" Looking at the battle in the air, Yu Ding Zhenren sighed silently and said in a deep voice: "Only speaking about sword techniques, your senior brother Yifeng is no less than Yang Zhen. However, the human body still caused Yifeng to suffer a great loss. Yang Zhen's strength, speed, reaction power, and toughness have reached the peak of his level. Below Daluo, in close combat, I think no one is his opponent except Yang Jian."

"Master!" Yi Yun exclaimed worriedly.

Seeing Yang Zhen’s murderous intent in the battle became more and more powerful, Yu Ding Zhen was ready to save Yi Feng. Looking at Yang Zhen’s amazing strength, Yu Ding Zhen shook his head and sighed, saying a little regretfully: “This boy’s talent is amazing, but it’s a pity that he can get out in the disaster. Whether he can get out depends on his own.”

"bite!"
Chapter completed!