Mount Zhongnan was tall and beautiful, like a beautiful painting screen. Standing in the southwest of Xi'an City, it was one of the origins of the Taoist culture. It was known as the Fairy Capital, the Crown of Grotto-heavens, and the First Blessed Land in the World.
There had been many hermits on Mount Zhongnan for generations. Compared to the other famed mountains, there were more cultivators here. From the time Yang Xiao had arranged for the battle until now, less than three days had passed, and people could be seen everywhere on Mount Zhongnan.
Desolate Ning walked up the mountain step by step, not caring about those eyes in the darkness.
"Congratulations Brother Yang for taking that step.”
"Amitabha. Congratulations, Almsgiver Yang, for being able to follow the footsteps of our ancestors and enter a higher level.”
On the peak of Mount Zhongnan, Yang Xiao, Master Tianyi, Guo Xiaolin, and Old Man Wuji stood together and looked at the ever-changing clouds below the cloud cliff.
"I hope this battle will allow me to take that step completely!”
After Yang Xiao finished speaking, a vast aura that was like a sea of clouds soared into the sky from his body. The clouds rolled and spread, faintly transforming into a huge sword shadow.
"Pa Pa ~""Pa Pa ~""Pa Pa ~"
Countless birds were frightened and flew in all directions. The pressure descended, and all the martial artists on Mount Zhongnan felt a suffocating terror. It was as if a prehistoric beast had awakened and was about to devour the sky and earth.
"Not bad!"
Desolate Ning walked to the mountainside, the corner of his mouth slightly raised. A fighting spirit was also emitted from his body. This was the kind of fighting spirit that he had never felt since he returned to Earth. Now, his body reacted instinctively.
Fight!
The sword cloud in the sky started to float again, turning into an incomparably huge word for battle.
The word " battle " floated in the air. Everyone in the Zhongnan Mountain region saw the changes in the sky.
"He's here!"
In the forest, a series of exclamations rang out. No one had expected Desolate Ning to accept the challenge.
"Using Qi to control the clouds, Brother Yang has found a good opponent.”
In Wudang, Old Man Wuji stroked his white beard as his eyes sparkled.
"Heavens, the clouds in the sky are actually changing. Why do I feel like the sky is about to collapse?”
"Could it be that a great demon has really appeared?"
"F * ck, it can't really be experts like Ye Gucheng and Ximen Chuixue who want to fight, right?”
At the foot of the mountain, the crowd that had been blocked made a commotion. It was as if their hearts had been scratched by a cat.
"Boom! Boom!"
In the sky, the word " battle " disappeared. The originally scattered clouds suddenly became denser and denser. In the end, it became a black mass.
"Hualala."
The sky of Mount Zhongnan changed rapidly. A storm fell without warning, drenching many people, but it ignited the passion in the hearts of more people.
"Look, where is it? Oh my god, what is that!？”
A person cried out in alarm. A thick layer of fog had suddenly appeared on Mount Zhongnan, which had been completely devoid of fog. The fog transformed into a huge fog dragon.
As that person cried out in surprise, more and more people discovered the fog dragon that had suddenly risen from the mountainside.
"Look, there seems to be something on the Mist Dragon!”
"This is?"
Everyone looked over with their mouths agape.
The Mist Dragon rose to the sky, and on its head stood a black-robed youth. He had his hands behind his back, and his black clothes and black eyes were unfathomable. His aura was like a bottomless abyss, as if he was a myth.
"He…he's Desolate Ning."
Master Solesky, Old Man Limitless, and Guo Xiaolin opened their eyes one after another. They looked at the cloud dragon rising from the mountainside with solemn gazes.
"Using force to turn into qi, using qi to control all things, this is a myth! This poor monk has been studying the Dao for sixty years, but he is not even as good as a young junior. Shame, shame!"
Master Solesky put his palms together and sighed.
"Although I haven't reached the level where I can control all things with qi, I can borrow the power of heaven and earth on a large scale. Even Ancestral Master Zhang Sanfeng and the Ming Cult's Sect Master Zhang Wuji from 500 years ago were probably only so-so.”
Old Man Wuji sighed.
Yang Xiao's eyes shone with a white light, crossing hundreds of meters in an instant, and collided with Desolate Ning's sword-like eyes, causing sparks to fly in the air.
Countless people held their breaths.
"Fight!"
Without any unnecessary words, the two of them erupted with their strongest fighting spirit as soon as they met.
Yang Xiao's right hand grabbed at a certain spot, and a Edgeless Heavy Sword flew out from a huge rock and appeared in his hand.
Heavy sword, Edgeless!
It was one of the swords that Dugu Qiubai used in the past and was later obtained by Yang Guo.
The heavy sword had no edge and could break anything!
After Yang Xiao obtained the Edgeless Heavy Sword, his entire aura instantly underwent a huge change. The sword light was sharp, but it had a special heaviness.
"Retreat."
Old Man Wuji, Master Tianyi and Guo Xiao Lin quickly retreated, leaving the battlefield to Desolate Ning and Yang Xiao.
"Yang Xiao?"
Desolate Ning squinted his eyes, staring at this middle-aged scholar who was standing with his sword on his back.
His aura was the strongest one Desolate Ning had ever seen on Earth. The Sword Qi that soared into the sky was as sharp as a mountain. It was like a piece of iron, extremely condensed and flawless. His spiritual power was as vast as the ocean.
The only flaw was that there was no aura of " Shattering Void " on his body. This was a sign that he could shatter the void and become a living legend.
"Desolate Ning, I'll wait for you here for three days. I hope you won't disappoint me. Otherwise, I'll have to exterminate your entire family to vent the hatred of the Yang family.”
Yang Xiao pointed his Edgeless Sword at Desolate Ning and said.
"Kacha!"
As the two of them finished speaking, a bolt of lightning as thick as a tree trunk tore through the night sky and flashed in front of them.
The moment the lightning disappeared, Desolate Ning and Yang Xiao attacked at the same time.
"Boom!"
Yang Xiao brandished his heavy sword like a mountain, and waves of distorted ripples appeared in the void.
The sword was like a mountain, and its power was about to break through the sky.
Desolate Ning stepped on the mist dragon and pressed down with his palm.
His surging palm force shattered the rain curtain in the sky. The two attacks met in the distance and exploded with a huge shock wave, shattering some buildings and trees on the mountaintop.
The power of one strike was evident.
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