Immortal Cultivating Dynasty

After a few breaths of time, the crimson wooden sword had completely fallen into a disadvantageous position. The red light on the sword had completely disappeared, and every time it collided with the sword, it would send Xu Yuan flying.    

    

Yang Xuan was controlling the wooden sword with his divine soul. Now that the wooden sword was damaged, his divine soul had also suffered a certain amount of damage. At this moment, he felt a tap on his throat, and the corner of his mouth suddenly turned red.    

    

He coughed lightly, and his lips were also stained with blood. However, he did not care, and he struck out a few more spells.    

    

The crimson wooden sword was summoned by him, and immediately, a bright light shone. It suddenly took a loophole and flew back.    

    

This sword was related to his future cultivation progress, so he could not easily let anything happen to it.    

    

In the distance, a proud smile appeared on Lee Changqing's face. The power of the three swords hadn't decreased, but Yang Xuan had basically fallen into the formation.    

    

"Without the magic treasure, what can you use to resist me?"    

    

He sneered and pointed with his left hand. The three swords immediately flew towards Yang Xuan.    

    

The silver shield turned around and blocked Yang Xuan's front. It expanded in the wind and was about three to four meters tall. It completely covered Yang Xuan's back.    

    

However, the three long swords suddenly stopped when they were close to ___. They didn't hit the silver shield.    

    

The three long swords stood in one direction and trapped Yang Xuan and the silver shield. The swords buzzed and formed a strange rhythm.    

    

In an instant, Yang Xuan felt that the surrounding scenery seemed to have become illusory. An incomparably huge pressure spread from all directions.    

    

This pressure seemed to have solidified into a substance. It was extremely powerful, almost making him unable to move.    

    

"Chi!"    

    

A soft sound was heard. A wound suddenly appeared on his arm. His clothes were neatly cut open, and blood flowed out from within.    

    

"Sword Qi!"    

    

This word suddenly popped up in Yang Xuan's mind. He kept looking around. It was as if the space here was distorted. He could not see the scenery clearly even if he was a little farther away.    

    

The three long swords were separated into three points. It did not seem like there was anything special about them. However, according to the Heavenly Eye's perception, Yang Xuan's surroundings were covered by an extremely faint film of light. The three swords were constantly transmitting Spiritual Force to the edge of the membrane of light.    

    

"Chi! Chi! Chi!"    

    

Another few consecutive sounds were heard. There were no changes in the surroundings. However, under the observation of the Heavenly Eye, Yang Xuan discovered a few extremely faint traces.    

    

Those were three half-arc-shaped Sword Qi that seemed to have been born out of thin air. They suddenly gathered around Yang Xuan, and when he finally realized what was happening, the Sword Qi had already cut through his body, leaving three bloody wounds on his body.    

    

Lee Changqing's face had returned to the gentle smile he had at the beginning. His body flashed several times in the air, and he arrived next to the three long swords.    

    

"A Blessed Stage has always been a Blessed Stage. With your cultivation base, you can't even break my sword formation. What can you use to fight me?"    

    

Lee Changqing looked at Yang Xuan from head to toe, his eyes full of ridicule.    

    

"You should feel lucky that this isn't the Heaven Looking Peak. Based on your attitude when you talked to me before, you are already a dead man now. However, for the sake of the Heaven Looking Peak, I will only punish you slightly this time. "    

    

After saying that, he raised a hand and pointed his finger at Yang Xuan. In an instant, dozens of extremely faint semicircle Sword Qi appeared out of thin air and floated in the air.    

    

Lee Changqing slightly hooked his finger and pointed it at Yang Xuan. A semicircle Sword Qi suddenly rushed out and cut through Yang Xuan's lower abdomen, leaving a bloody wound.    

    

"Disciples of the hermit sect, is there any difference? Today, on behalf of your elders, I will tell you a truth. As a person, you must first know your own limitations."    

    

As Lee Changqing spoke, he kept tapping with his finger. The half-circle Sword Qi sliced through Yang Xuan's body one after another. After a dozen breaths, Yang Xuan's body turned into a bloody red color, as if he was covered in blood.    

    

However, even so, his eyes were still bright. He stared at Lee Changqing, and there was no pain on his face.    

    

To Yang Xuan who had experienced the pain of his divine soul being torn apart, this degree of pain had no effect at all. It was even difficult for him to furrow his brows.    

    

On the contrary, Lee Changqing frowned.    

    

He seemed to be very dissatisfied with Yang Xuan's reaction. He moved his divine sense and pressed down with his right hand at the same time.    

    

Above the magic formation formed by the three swords, a huge palm shadow appeared. At the same time, it fell down rapidly. With the sound of wind blowing, the Spiritual Force in the entire area started to riot.    

    

Yang Xuan's face froze. His face suddenly turned red, and his eyes were filled with dense blood capillaries.    

    

At this moment, his body was under tremendous pressure. It was as if all the bones in his body were going to fall apart. His legs were slightly bent. Even with the Spiritual Force covering his legs, it was still hard to bear.    

    

The palm shadow stopped above his head and kept pressing down on his body.    

    

Yang Xuan gritted his teeth. His eyes were filled with anger and anger. At this moment, all the cultivation base in his body was unleashed without holding back. It continuously flowed out of his body to resist the tremendous pressure.    

    

Cracking sounds were heard from his body, and a few cracks appeared on the ground. Both of his feet sank into the cracks.    

    

This pressure came from above his head, as if it wanted to force him to kneel down.    

    

Yang Xuan's throat suddenly jumped, and he felt a sweetness in his mouth. He immediately spat out a mouthful of blood, and his lips were dyed red. There was also some blood stains on his collar.    

    

Lee Changqing sneered and said proudly, "You can be considered a genius, but unfortunately... There is no shortage of geniuses in the cultivation world. I advise you to be more honest. Kneel down and kowtow before me to admit your mistake. I will let this matter rest."    

    

"Otherwise, even if you are a disciple of the hidden sect, I'm afraid that you won't be of any use today. Thinking about it, as long as I spare your life, it should be enough."    

    

His hand was still pressing down. A continuous wave of Spiritual Force fluctuation was emitted from within, gathering on the illusory palm above Yang Xuan's head, causing its power to continuously increase.    

    

"Kacha!"    

    

A clear sound was emitted. The ground under Yang Xuan's feet could no longer withstand such a huge pressure. It exploded in all directions. Both of his feet had completely sunk into it, all the way to his calves and stomach.    

    

However, even so, Yang Xuan still did not show any signs of kneeling. His legs were even more straight, but his face was terrifyingly red. The veins on his forehead were bulging, and every blood vessel could be clearly seen. It was as if they would explode at any moment.    

    

"Crack!"    

    

Another crisp sound was heard. However, this time, the sound did not come from the ground, but from Yang Xuan's body.