Chapter 118: The Battle of the Upper Immortal

  Li Qushan initially wanted to break the seal to gain energy for running away, but at this moment he was shocked to find that he and his son were both turned into a blur, with mountains and trees whizzing by like wind, their eyes barely able to keep up.

  It's been a year since they last met, and Li Ran's knife skills have improved to the point where it's like heaven and earth are different. Li Qushan, as his father, is overjoyed beyond words.

  Li Ruo's heart was racing with anxiety, he had grasped the sword intent's offensive and defensive ways, his strength greatly increased, and he had rescued his father ahead of time. However, they were not out of danger yet, they had to rush to their master before Gong Sun Yi caught up with them. Listening to Gong Sun Hong's discussion, Gong Sun Yi led the family elders away from here for two days, if they flew back at full speed, it would probably take only half an hour.

  Taking the Wild Goose Qigong to the extreme, Li Ran pulled his father and sped up even more. They ran out of the short peak and drilled through the dense forest, with Li Ran's gaze fixed on the foot of the mountain ahead, gritting his teeth so hard that they were about to crack, his internal energy surged again, the blood in his chest was about to boil over, he accelerated another step, getting closer and closer. Li Ran didn't dare to slack off, running faster and faster, the two figures rushed headlong into the dense forest at the foot of the mountain.

  "It's finally here."

  Li Ran's knife was panting heavily, and with a flick of his hand, he took out the transmission talisman. His vital energy rapidly revolved, and with a loud "ding", it ignited, transmitting the message to his master far away.

  Li Rendao finally ran to the distance where the transmission talisman could successfully transmit the message, knowing that his master would receive the message and fly here at the first time. And in the next moment, Li Rendao still had to rush at a life-and-death speed to meet with his master before Gong Sunyi.

  "Dad, let's go up the mountain."

  One pull of Li Qushan's hand, and the two father and son simultaneously floated up several feet, lightly touching the mountain rocks. Li Qushan felt a surge of great power, his body rapidly pulled and lifted, flying upwards again like riding on clouds and fog.

  He, a master of the Eight Trigrams Fist, couldn't even display his lightness skill in front of his son, and Li Qushan was like a dream.

  Li Ruo knew it was too urgent, and didn't dare to delay for a moment. He used his hands and feet simultaneously, sometimes using the tips of his toes to propel himself upwards, and in mid-air, he would stretch out his hand to slap downwards, accelerating his upward momentum once again. Light as an ape, swift as a mountain eagle. With a sound of breaking wind, they reached the summit in one step, and finally, the two of them arrived at the top of the mountain peak.

  At this moment, from a very far distance behind them, a faintly discernible aura of intimidation suddenly spread over, like a cold icy water flowing past their sides. The father and son duo simultaneously shuddered, and Li Qushan growled: "Gong Sunyi has arrived."

  Li Ran's throat was almost smoking, he pulled his father and jumped down towards the Wan Lian cliff. With a loud "peng" sound in mid-air, the wind wings on his back unfolded, and he flew out steadily with the wind.

  They leaped over the dense forest of short mountains, like two large birds flying further and further away, but the pressure from behind grew stronger and stronger, apparently Gong Sun was rushing towards them at his fastest speed.

  The momentum of the wind wing gradually stopped, and Li Ran and his father landed on both feet from mid-air. At this time, a sharp crisis suddenly came from behind, and the space seemed to be torn in two. A severe pain spread from their backs.

  Li Ranno's eyes turned red, a surge of heroic energy rushed to his head, and he suddenly pushed his father aside. Li Qushan's body flew out, and Li Ranno drew the Zhan Kong sword in one swift motion. He quickly turned around, and with a flicker of thought, the Zhan Kong sword shot out like a streak of light.

  The profound truth of the sword array's offense and defense was condensed into a single, mysterious trajectory. The five elements of the sword intent were strongly imposed on one body, and with a loud clang of metal, the Void-Cutting Sword met a flying sword that had flown in from an extremely distant place.

  Li Ran's knife spurted out a mouthful of fresh blood, and he felt the pressure transmitted by Jian Kong's sword from afar. His body flipped over backwards, heavily crashing into the mountain rocks behind him, his internal organs almost shattered by the impact.

  The power of Dan Sheng's sword was simply unimaginable.

  The sword that had cut through the air lost all its color and fell to the ground with a clang.

  In the distance, a white-bearded old man's figure flew from above the dense forest to the front, his eyes filled with rage, pointing forward with one hand, and the small sword suspended in mid-air shot towards Lǐ Rán Dāo again like a flowing light, its sharp edge infinitely magnified before Lǐ Rán Dāo's eyes.

  Li Ran's eyes widened as he felt a chill in his heart, and he wanted to see what the sword that had killed him looked like.

  Just as the flying sword was less than a few feet away from Li Rongdao, another purple rainbow flashed across the sky and struck Gong Sunyi's flying sword with a loud clang. The sound of metal clashing almost deafened Li Rongdao's ears, and the massive shockwave swept him off the rock, sending him tumbling backward through the air.

  Far, far away, he fell to a distant place, suddenly lifted his head, and saw Master Xiao Baiyi standing beside him with a cold face, one hand reaching out to grab Li Qushan in mid-air and gently placing him by his side.

  Li Ran's knife suddenly went wild with joy, at the most critical moment, his master finally arrived, a heart fell to his chest, he let out a long sigh of relief, and felt that his whole body was about to break apart, the pain was unbearable.

  The old man with a green beard on the opposite side fell to the ground, both shocked and angry. His eyes narrowed, and in a low, hoarse voice, he asked loudly: "Xuanji Mountain Xiao Baiyi?"

  Xiao Baiyi nodded coldly: "I've seen the head of the Gong Sun clan."

  Gongsun's eyes flickered slightly towards Li Qushan's direction, his heart skipped a beat, and his blood surged upwards.

  He has been practicing the Flowing Cloud Sword Classic, and with just half a year's time, he will make a breakthrough in the fourth form and successfully comprehend the realm of sword intent. If he loses Li Qushan's precious blood, it is feared that the art of sword intent will be lost forever.

  Not wanting to have a falling out with Xuán Jī Mountain, he had used great care in hiding Lǐ Qǔ Mountain away, yet still someone managed to rescue him, and two of the clan's elders were even killed by that person; how could Gōng Sūn not be enraged?

  Suppressing the anger in his heart, Gong Sun changed his tone and slightly bowed: "Xiao Zhang Lao, the person opposite is a slave of my Gong Sun family. Being in a slave status, I hope Xiao Zhang Lao will return him."

  Li Ranxiao coldly smiled in his heart, coughed out another mouthful of blood and struggled to get up. He walked to Xiao Baiyi's side and bowed to Gong Sunyi opposite him: "Gong Sun clan leader..."

  Gongsun was stunned, this young man actually didn't die under his one sword, just now he was surprised by Li Ran's knife skills.

  "Gongsun asked coldly: 'Who are you...'"

  Li Ruo nodded: "I am the son of Li Qushan, the patriarch of the Gongsun family. Since it belongs to someone, it should be returned to that person. So I dare to ask Patriarch Gongsun for the Flowing Clouds Sword Classic. The sword classic is a treasure of my Li family, with the clear bloodline mark of my Li family. Please return it to me."

  Gongsun's expression changed, and he said in a cold voice: "The Liuyun Sword Classic has always been a treasure of the Gongsun family..."

  Li Ran's sword was cold and he sneered, asking in a chilly tone: "Gong Sun clan leader, you're also an immortal, yet you still dare to distort the truth in front of the owner, don't you want to keep your face?"

  One sentence made Gong Sun Yiqiu's face turn bright red, as if he was about to bleed. If it weren't for Xiao Baiyi standing there, how would this little kid dare to speak nonsense in front of him?

  Gongsun Yi ignored Li Ruo's knife and turned his head to look at Xiao Baiyi: "Elder Xiao, this mine slave still carries our family's slave register, I hope you can return it to us. Our Gongsun family will be grateful to you, and in the future..."

  Xiao Baiyi sneered and waved his hand, saying: "Gongsun Clan Leader, the person you are talking about is my disciple's father. Don't you know that our Xuanji Mountain has always been known for its protective nature?"

  "You..."

  Gongsun's voice stopped abruptly, his eyes narrowed into a line, with a hint of killing intent inside. For the sake of the sword's will, even if it meant offending Xuanji Mountain, he wouldn't hesitate to do so. With the powerful backing of his family alliance behind him, he truly wasn't afraid of Xuanji Mountain's revenge.

  "Xiao Changlao, so you say, you and I will have a final battle today?"

  Xiao Baiyi's face was calm and collected, he nodded and said: "Actually, this battle began when I sent the message and you used it as an excuse to leave. Gong Sun clan leader, do you think Xiao can be played with by anyone?"

  Xiao Baiyi stood tall with an air of elegance, yet his body exuded a sense of unbridled arrogance. Facing another top-tier cultivator, he seemed to regard him as nothing more than a trivial matter. This overwhelming battle intent made Li Ruo's blood boil with excitement.

  "Good!"

  Gongsun let out a loud shout, his eyes were solemn and serious, his spirit slightly stirred. A strand of pale blue energy gathered around him, and in an instant, a bright light flashed, forming a cyan-colored aurora on the surface of his body, shimmering with a flowing light.

  Xiao Baiyi was taken aback: "Huh? Spiritual power boundary? Gong Sun clan leader, good move?"

  Gongsun Yi held the pale blue spiritual sword in his hand, coldly shouting: "The most formidable one is yet to come, Xiao Baiyi, you will regret opposing me today."

  The long sword pointed upwards, lightly rotating, a pale blue whirlwind appeared outside the body, growing larger and larger, gradually flying sand and walking stones, the entire mountain valley was filled with smoke and dust, like a green dragon roaring and dancing with its claws.

  This sudden move made Li Ran's face turn pale, and he hastily retreated to the back of a distant mountain rock.

  Xiao Baiyi stood with his eyes narrowed in the strong wind, Gong Sun stretched out his long sword and shouted: "Go!" The green dragon transformed into a strong gust of wind and pounced towards Xiao Baiyi.

  Xiao Baiyi suddenly burst out laughing and said in a loud voice: "Gong Sun Yi, these are just some unrefined minor paths, you're lucky to have brought them up." The purple sword in his hand trembled, the sword's edge extending over ten feet long, merging with him as one, a stream of light flashed out, the sword body lightly shaking, its sharp edge easily tearing the green dragon into several segments, scattering and dispersing.

  One step forward, the purple awn pierced towards the figure in front of him.

  Gongsun was taken aback by Xiao Baiyi's move, which easily tore apart the Green Dragon. The Qing sword rose, and with a loud crash, the two swords clashed in mid-air. Wherever their blades reached, the rocks on one side of the mountain could not withstand the impact and shattered into countless fragments that flew out like a hail of stones.

  Gongsun Yibai only felt that Xiao Bai's sword was incredibly powerful and beyond his imagination, his arm went numb, and his face suddenly changed color.

  Xiao Baiyi's sword had a faint shadow of the sword intent he had been searching for, and just now, with one sword borrowing the divine power of heaven and earth, his own Qinglong had not even played half its role. Gong Sun's face suddenly turned solemn, and only then did he realize that the difference in strength between his small family's upper immortal and the upper immortal of a large door school was still too great.

  Gongsun's long sword swiftly withdrew, its spiritual aura flashing, as it clashed with Xiao Baiyi's purple sword. The sound of metal colliding shook the air, threatening to deafen the ears. Gongsun's face grew increasingly pale, each of Xiao Baiyi's swords possessing enough power to make him spit blood. Feeling extremely stifled in his heart, he secretly pondered: "If I could finally cultivate the fourth form of the Flowing Cloud Sword Manual, perhaps I wouldn't be so humiliated."

  At this moment, Xiao Bai's purple sword flashed like an arc of light, and Gong Sun was caught off guard. In a flash, the purple sword swept across Gong Sun's body, tearing apart his cyan robe, which disintegrated into thin air. His chest was exposed, and his face turned pale in an instant.

  Xiao Baiyi's mouth corners involuntarily curled up in a cold smile, the purple sword flashed like lightning and stabbed towards Gong Sunyi's heart, taking advantage of Gong Sunyi's flustered state to pierce straight through. The dignity of Xuanshan Xiao would not tolerate being slighted, Xiao Baiyi didn't mind ending the battle so simply.

  Just then, a loud clang was heard by the ear, and the purple mang stabbed onto a crimson-colored Tenglong Hu Zhang. Xiao Baiyi's sword paused heavily in his hand, and he was stunned for a moment. He quickly looked over and saw that Gong Sun had raised his left arm in an emergency, with a red flame swirling around it, and a light gold metal texture that was indestructible, blocking Xiao Baiyi's sword.

  It turned out to be a tough defensive spiritual artifact.

  The two figures suddenly separated.

  Gongsun Yi also broke out in a cold sweat; if he hadn't had this treasure of the Shocking Clan, he would probably have been killed by now.