Mortals cultivate immortality, I have a Chaos Tower

In the fierce battle between Murong Zhi and the elder of the mountain guard, although the experience and tenacity of the elder of the mountain guard were admirable, he still seemed slightly inadequate in the face of Murong Zhi's almost peak martial arts.

As the battle continued, the elder's breathing gradually became rapid and his movements began to lag behind.

A cunning light flashed in Murong Zhi's eyes, and he had noticed the fatigue of the mountain guardian elder.

At this critical moment, his offensive suddenly accelerated, and every sword was full of fatal threats.

The mountain guarding elder barely resisted, but it was obvious that he was unable to do so.

Finally, due to an oversight, Murong Zhi's long sword suddenly thrust out like a poisonous snake coming out of its hole, accurately stabbing the left arm of the mountain guardian elder.

The blood immediately dyed his sleeves red, and the mountain guarding elder groaned, his figure was crumbling, and he was defeated.

When Murong Zhi saw that the elder of the mountain guard was injured, he sneered and pointed the tip of his sword to the ground, preparing to take the opportunity to kill the elder of the mountain guard.

A cold murderous intent flashed in his eyes, and his whole person exuded a fierce aura.

However, at this critical moment, Master Qingyun stepped out with his sword and blocked Murong Zhi in front of him.

Head Qingyun's eyes were cold, like daggers, as he looked directly at Murong Zhi: "Murong Zhi, don't do things too harshly!"

Murong Zhi stopped and turned his gaze to Head Qingyun, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.

Leader Qingyun's momentum was no less powerful than Murong Zhi's, and in some aspects, he was even slightly suppressed.

He took a deep look at Master Qingyun and finally took back his sword.

Head Qingyun walked to the elder of the mountain guard, supported him with one hand, and slowly injected internal energy into his body with the other hand to help stabilize his injury.

Although the face of the elder protecting the mountain was pale, there was still a hint of unyieldingness in his eyes.

He gritted his teeth and shook his head vigorously, indicating that he could still hold on.

The atmosphere in the field suddenly became tense.

The other disciples of Qingyun Sect looked at this scene dumbfounded, their hearts turbulent.

Their mountain guardian elder was defeated by Murong Zhi, which was undoubtedly a huge blow to the Qingyun Sect.

Murong Zhi withdrew his sword and scanned the surrounding crowd with cold eyes. He sneered and said, "The Qingyun Sect's reputation is hard to live up to. All of you here are cheating on the world and stealing your reputation. I want to ask, who else is there?"

Murong Zhi's words were like a sharp knife, piercing into the hearts of every Qingyun disciple.

His arrogance and disdain aroused the anger of every Qingyun Sect disciple present.

However, despite the rage in their hearts, facing Murong Zhi's almost unrivaled martial arts, they all fell silent, and no one dared to step forward easily.

The alchemy elder turned his attention to Elder Xuan Bing, who had the highest level of cultivation among the elders, hoping that he could take action to stop Murong Zhi.

However, Elder Xuan Bing just stood quietly with no expression on his face, as if it had nothing to do with him, which disappointed Elder Alchemy.

At this moment, the leader of Qingyun waved his long sword and said firmly and calmly: "Let me come and meet you!"

Although his voice was not high, it echoed in the silent square and seemed particularly loud.

However, just as Sect Leader Qingyun was about to step forward, Elder Jieyin suddenly jumped out and stood in front of him.

Elder Jie Yin's eyes were firm and he said loudly: "I can deal with this kind of unknown guy!" His tone was full of determination and courage.

When Murong Zhi saw this, a sarcastic smile appeared on his lips. He seemed not to take Elder Jie Ying seriously.

He said contemptuously: "Welcome the elders? Are the elders of Qingyun Sect also coming to join in the fun?"

Elder Jieying did not respond to Murong Zhi's provocation, but took a deep breath and let his inner energy slowly flow through his body.

His eyes flashed with duel light, and there seemed to be a faint coercion emanating from around his body.

The two sides faced off like this, with the other disciples and elders of Qingyun Sect watching nervously. The whole scene fell into an eerie silence.

Suddenly, Elder Jie Yin moved and rushed towards Murong Zhi like a bolt of lightning.

His speed was so fast that it was almost difficult to catch him.

Murong Zhi faced Elder Jie Yin's sudden attack with a look of surprise on his face, but he quickly adjusted his state to meet Elder Jie Yin's offensive.

Elder Jie Ying's palm skills are sharp and fierce, and each palm contains powerful internal force.

Every attack he made seemed to tear the air apart, causing waves of violent wind.

Although Murong Zhi was slightly surprised, his swordsmanship was still extremely powerful. The tip of the sword drew sharp sword energy, which collided with the wind of Elder Jie Ying's palm, making a deafening sound.

The battle between the two reached a fever pitch in an instant.

Elder Jie Ying's every palm carries heavy internal power, while Murong Zhi's sword moves are agile and ruthless.

Although Elder Jie Ying is no longer young in age, his martial arts skills are unfathomable and every move and style appears to be extremely sophisticated.

Seeing this scene, the Qingyun Sect disciples who were watching were all sweating to welcome the elder.

They knew that despite Elder Jingyin's martial arts skills, facing a top master like Murong Zhi, the outcome was still unpredictable.

The battle lasted for dozens of moves, and Elder Jie Yin gradually felt the pressure.

Murong Zhi's swordsmanship was not only fast and sharp, but also varied, and every sword was full of murderous intent.

Although Elder Jie Yin barely resisted, he gradually showed signs of fatigue.

At this time, a trace of worry flashed in the eyes of Master Qingyun. He knew that if this continued, Elder Jie Ying might be in danger.

So, he whispered to the elders beside him: "Be ready to help at any time."

When Murong Zhi saw that Elder Jie Yin was gradually unable to hold on any longer, a sneer appeared on his lips. His sword skills became more and more fierce, and the sword shadow wandered around the elder Jieyin like a ghost, trying to find an opportunity to strike a fatal blow.

Just when Murong Zhi was about to launch a fatal blow, Elder Jieyin suddenly burst out with powerful internal force and blocked Murong Zhi's sword energy one by one.

He shouted loudly and launched his final counterattack with all his strength. At this moment, Elder Jie Yin seemed to have returned to the peak state of his youth, showing amazing fighting power.

The duel between the two has reached the most critical moment.

The disciples of Qingyun Sect held their breath nervously and watched this fierce duel intently.

Every time the palm wind and sword energy meet, their hearts beat faster.

Murong Zhi felt the sudden burst of powerful power from Elder Jie Yin, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.

Obviously, he did not expect that the elder Jie Yin could unleash such amazing fighting power at this critical moment.

But Murong Zhi is a well-known master in the world after all. He quickly adjusted his fighting strategy and his sword skills became more cunning and elusive.

The battle on the field became more and more intense, and every attack by Elder Jie Ying and Murong Zhi was full of murderous intent.

In this tense atmosphere, suddenly, Elder Jie Yin accidentally kicked him in the chest from Murong Zhi, sending him flying ten feet away.

Then he fell heavily to the ground. It seemed that he was seriously injured!

"Qingyun Sect, who else?"

Murong Zhi, who defeated the two elders of the Qingyun Sect one after another, became even more arrogant.

It was as if the entire Qingyun Sect had stepped under his feet.