Chapter 20: The Duel of Magic (Part 1)

  As for the Qing Wang Sect, Ling Sheng didn't know much about it, but the fact that they dared to come and collect debts from the Kunming Xianshan, one of the nine major Daoist sects, meant that they were no ordinary people. Even if they weren't a top-notch sect like the Absolute Peak Sect, at least they belonged to a first-rate sect.

  "This Wang Yang is a senior elder of the Qing Wang Sect, and he probably has many more tricks up his sleeve. Compared to those rogue cultivators who have no sect or school to back them up, he's at least several times stronger. These Yunxuan Gate disciples are really overestimating themselves." Ling Sheng sighed quietly to himself, taking a quick glance around him as he tried to find an opportunity to slip away.

  I thought that with the sword energy breaking through my body, I had the ability to kill hundreds of people in a hundred steps, and from now on, I could roam freely in the world. However, I didn't expect that this world is so big, with countless powerful people, and now I am still at a disadvantage, and need to avoid being attacked by others.

  Ling Sheng let out a somewhat helpless sigh, he had been hiding for a long time, listening to the conversation of those few people, and only felt that the stabbing sensation in his heart was gradually disappearing, apparently, they no longer considered him a threat.

  He released his sword energy, sharp energy breaking through the air, after piercing three layers of water and thunder, Ling Sheng felt like he was being stared at, a hot and pungent feeling pressing against his neck. He knew that this was the gaze of several disciples from Yunxuan Gate and Qing Wang Sect's Wang Yangli and others, who were looking through the giant stone. Among them, the most piercing one, like a sharp needle, must be Elder Wang Yangli.

  Just after the sword energy passed, Ling Sheng did not reserve his strength, and the air machine on his body disappeared into thin air. In the eyes of ordinary people, it was a sign that he had exhausted his true energy, and the lamp was dry.

  Above the dark clouds, Wang Yangli held his hands in front of his chest, his face icy cold, with a red snake coiled around his waist and an ice wasp wrapped around his hand, gazing at the crowd below, he slightly snapped his fingers.

  Judging from their appearance, the people in the valley come from a prestigious background, with extraordinary skills and methods that are yet to be experienced. As for their vision and insight, they might even surpass this Cloud Cover True Person. If it were an ordinary Cloud Cover cultivator, they would have likely fallen already. However, Wang Yang is after all an elder of the Qing Wang Divine Sect, far superior to any ordinary cultivators.

  If one is caught off guard for a moment and falls into an ambush, it's possible to be taken down by these youngsters. However, with precautions in place, there's no need to worry.

  What truly made him somewhat worried was the young man named Ling Sheng, who had just arrived and felt a sharp aura from this child's body, hidden but not yet released, which made his back feel cold. Later, he said one sentence to provoke internal strife among several people, until the sharp aura in the child's body burst out and turned into sword energy, piercing three powerful water bombs in a row, and then seeing that the remaining sword energy was endless, it entered the mountain rock.

  It wasn't until this point that Wang Yang and the others finally understood that Ling Sheng was a sword cultivator, with sharp sword energy. He had been accumulating his strength in secret, without releasing it, but now his sword energy burst into the air, and Ling Sheng's body was already carefree and unencumbered, no longer feeling any pressure or worry.

  Everyone unanimously believed that Ling Sheng's domain of imperial aura must have used forbidden techniques, exhausting his true energy to unleash this sword aura that even Yun Gang Zhenren found astonishing.

  Just now, that move made Wang Yang's heart feel slightly apprehensive. He thought to himself: "After Ling Sheng's sword energy was released, he lost his sharpness and no longer had the feeling of hidden depths waiting to be unleashed. It's likely that his true energy has been exhausted. After all, that one sword energy was too extraordinary, this young man's cultivation level is not high, with just one sword strike, it must have drained all his true energy."

  Wang Yangli felt that he no longer had anything to worry about, and now that he had regained control of the situation, he spoke up: "Youngster, this sword aura is exceptionally pure and powerful, with a strong killing intent bursting forth. Could it be that you are a pure swordsman?"

  Wang Yang's voice was low and muffled, but with a hint of appreciation, he said: "It's just a pity that the sword's sharpness is indeed unmatched, but it can't last long. The sharpness is abundant, but stability is lacking. If you can't kill the enemy with one sword, you'll lose the initiative."

  In the valley of silence, this is the weakness of sword cultivation. Although it has a strong killing power and sharpness that is hard to match, the golden energy is sharp but not thick, so the true energy can only be condensed and cannot be thickened, ultimately leading to the inability to fight for a long time in the battle of martial arts.

  Ling Sheng, who was also praised, did not respond either. Wang Yang didn't get angry, earlier he spoke out to show his appreciation, it was because he thought this young man was quite good, but this young man's sword energy had already exhausted his true energy, and if he were an ordinary person without the strength to even tie a chicken, there would be no need to worry, and it wouldn't be worth paying too much attention.

  However, his words made the crowd of Yunxuan Gate look at each other in dismay, and as they looked at each other, they seemed to have realized that they had misunderstood this young man.

  Unfortunately, this young man is a sword cultivator, and if he misses one strike, he will lose his edge. Moreover, his realm is not high, and he can only display such an extraordinary sword aura, which proves that the skills he has learned are extremely profound. However, everyone also understands that such powerful sword aura is enough to exhaust all his true energy.

  Because of Wang Yang's one sentence, internal strife arose, and a great help was lost in vain. The crowd had deep regrets in their hearts.

  Who says that the Green King's teachings are for these southern barbarians with well-developed limbs and simple minds?

  At least Wang Yang Lei's brain is quite useful.

  "You foreign barbarian, spare my life!"

  Zhao Ling fell for the opponent's plan, and with just one sentence, he triggered internal strife, losing his advantage. At this moment, he felt completely humiliated, and couldn't help but let out a furious roar. His hand seals solidified, and he chanted incantations as he released three consecutive water thunderbolts.

  Wang Yang smiled slightly and waved his hand casually. The dark clouds under his feet immediately split into three clusters of cloud air the size of a palm, which went towards the water thunder.

  The water thundered and exploded, disappearing without a trace, and the three teams' morale also collapsed with it.

  However, Wang Yangzhi stretched out his hand and beckoned, the water vapor that had just spread out condensed into clouds again, and unexpectedly transformed into a cloud of about the size of a watermelon, which was larger than the sum of the three clouds just now.

  Wang Yangli smiled and said: "The disciples of Yunxuanmen are so generous, helping me to gather the auspicious clouds under my seat like this. How can I, an old man, accept such kindness?"

  Zhao Ling was young and vigorous, and upon hearing this, he felt both ashamed and angry.

  At this time, Lin Yun suddenly raised her hand and flew out three blue leaves. Then the law power surged, the incantation changed continuously, and the mouth slightly opened: "Tianhe Daojuan."

  As soon as the words were spoken, a white jade token flew out of Lin Yun's sleeve and quickly disintegrated into white light. Lin Yun infused her magic power into it, causing the white water to surge greatly, condensing into a river that was as wide as a palm and stretched for tens of meters.

  Wang Yang stood up, floating on the clouds, and saw this scene. His heart was slightly shaken: "This is already a manifestation of the Xuan Yu realm's methods. With this little girl's cultivation level, it's absolutely impossible for her to perform this. It seems that the jade symbol has saved her from the most complicated steps."

  The river was small, but it was surging and foaming, with white waves rolling in. And those three leaves floated on the river, and they actually turned into three blue little fish, swimming in the middle of the river.

  This spell that condenses into a river has already surpassed the realm of air control, and even someone like Yun Gang may not be able to cast it. This is because this kind of ability to transform the void into reality can only be performed when one reaches the Xianyuan realm.

  Obviously, Lin Yun borrowed external force.

  The river flowed backwards and upwards, striking the thick black clouds above the valley top, rolling towards Wang Yang's standing cloud layer.