The Sims: I Open the Immortal Path for All Beings

Chapter 738: Chapter 688: Unexpected Complications, Demon Emperor

The power of the stars is essentially the Heavenly Earthly Force. When Pei Xuanjing swung his sword, it drew on the power of the Big Dipper’s Seven Stars. Countless rivers of sword qi roared across the sky, shattering the void.

Although this technique was developed by Pei Xuanjing when he was only at the third or fourth levels of the Spirit Realm, with his current strength, its power was enough to shock the heavens and the earth.

If one were to say that his previous two techniques, although quite exquisite, were nothing more than that in the eyes of the Jiuren Sword Saint.

However, faced with this sword, the Jiuren Sword Saint dared not take it lightly. He slowly closed his eyes, and a divine sword fell into his grasp. When he reopened his eyes, sword intent filled his pupils, as if all the Heaven and Earth Essence Qi around him was severed by this sword intent.

The line of sight of the Jiuren Sword Saint, destroyed everything with terrifying sword intent. He seemed like the supreme ruler of the swordsmanship, surrounded by countless sword qi, and all the swords between heaven and earth seemed to kneel before him.

He swung his sword, the sword light cut through the sky, meeting Pei Xuanjing’s sword.

Not only that, as a sword was slashed, the sword light flickered, and another sword was slashed, releasing nine layers of sword light, each stronger than the last.

Boom!

The two terrifying sword lights collided, shattering space and shaking the sky.

His!

On Shenxiao Mountain, many cultivators watching the battle, even though they were watching through the projection of the Heavenly Mirror, were still injured by the terror of the sword intent. Many cultivators were soaked in sweat, as if that terrifying sword was already branded deep in their souls.

“The swordsmanship of these two has reached the limit of mortals, I’m afraid only the legendary Immortal Path Swordsmanship can suppress them.” A strong person sighed.

The Ancestor Celestial Master touched the long sword at his waist, and his eyes were shimmering. He was somewhat regretful that he had arbitrarily condensed himself into a body. Otherwise, he could have had the opportunity to fight and debate with these two.

Above the vast sky, the contest between Pei Xuanjing and the Jiuren Sword Saint had not stopped. Both personalities displayed their realizations on the swordsmanship, each verifying what they had learned.

Pei Xuanjing’s self-created swordsmanship, the fourth sword, fifth sword, sixth sword, seventh sword, and even the eighth sword, were all displayed.

Similarly, the Jiuren Sword Saint also displayed the many divine sword techniques of his Sword Sect, as well as the Jiu Ren Jian Jing he had developed himself by integrating what he had learned from the Sword Sect.

The two of them were each comprehending the swordsmanship they had learned, constantly checking for errors and making up for deficiencies…

As for the contest between these two, the cultivators on the ground watched with enthusiasm. After all, the sword was the divine weapon most commonly used by cultivators in the Sky Wasteland, so watching the fight between these two swordsmanship experts naturally benefited them a lot.

All sorts of swordsmanship and sword techniques were displayed in their hands. Even the most simple and unadorned sword technique, when performed by these two pinnacle swordsmanship experts, was not to be underestimated.

…

We don’t know how long it’s been, but the fight between the two finally came to a halt.

This time, the two profited greatly from the fight and had extraordinary epiphanies.

“A tie this time?” Pei Xuanjing asked.

“As the national teacher says,” nodded the Jiuren Sword Saint.

The outcome of the fight between the two of them didn’t matter anymore. So it didn’t matter who won or who lost. A tie was the best outcome.

As soon as Jiuren Sword Saint returned to Shenxiao Mountain, Pei Xuanjing stood in the vast sky waiting.

At this moment, the Master of Mystiq Sky didn’t need Pei Xuanjing’s invitation. As soon as the Jiuren Sword Saint came back, he knew it was his turn to start.

The Master of Mystiq Sky laughed lightly, took a step, and the next moment, his figure was hundreds of miles high in the sky. In just a few steps, he reached the same height as Pei Xuanjing.

“Master, please!”

“Nation teacher, please!”

The two looked at each other and almost simultaneously opened their mouths.

At this moment, the Master of Mystiq Sky no longer has any scruples. Winning or losing doesn’t matter. The chance to fight with a strong man like Pei Xuanjing is rare for him, so he is not willing to miss it.

Boom!

The momentum of the two people erupted, and a big fight was about to burst out.

But at this moment, it was suddenly interrupted by an incoming voice.

“Hahaha, although humans are of the same race, they often kill each other for the sake of interest,” a boisterous and hearty voice came out, echoing between heaven and earth. Everyone, whether in the vast sky or on Shenxiao Mountain, could hear it clearly.

Pei Xuanjing, who was about to take action, suddenly turned cold at the sound of this voice, and impatience flashed in his eyes.

His opposite, the Master of Mystiq Sky, reacted in almost the same way, with a hint of killing intent in his eyes.

On Shenxiao Mountain, the many strongest people who were watching the two men’s battle, immediately reacted, fight the enemy ground, successively rose into the sky, arriving at the place where Pei Xuanjing and the others were.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Almost at the moment when many of the strongest men arrived, dozens of figures appeared in the distance. The leader was a burly man with golden hair. He had golden hair flowing on his head, and Heavenly Earth Essence Qi flowed and rose around him, filling him with awe-inspiring charisma.

While this big man stood there, his amazing aura seemed to contain a terrifying energy inside him that could shake the heavens as long as he took action.

The ten or so figures beside him were almost the same as him, each radiating an amazing aura that was no less than Pei Xuanjing’s avatar.

“Lion Emperor, your Demon Race is constantly fighting amongst yourselves, yet you have the face to mock my human race.” The Master of Mystiq Sky said with a scornful sneer.

Seeing the visitor, the Master of Mystiq Sky knew that there would probably be no chance for him and Pei Xuanjing to fight today. After all, whatever problem they had, it was an internal issue of the human race, but the people in front of them were of the Demon Race.

The leader is the Lion Emperor, the strongest among the Demon Race, and the dozens of others accompanying him are also the strongest among the Demon Race, all of them old demons who have reached the Strongest Realm with the Nine Realms of Spirit.

“Old Lion, our human race’s strongest people’s Dao debates are booming, why are you old demons coming to join in the fun?” Jiuren Sword Saint said with an impatient look.

It’s obvious that, given the style of the Sword Sect, they already had a deep dislike for these demons. At this moment, if not for the fact that his real body was not here, and the opponent only appeared as an avatar, slaying the opponent would make no sense, otherwise, the Jiuren Sword Saint would have already taken action.

The many remaining strongest people of the human race also looked at these suddenly appeared strongest demons with unchanging expressions.

Ill-intentioned people are not welcome, and good people never show up. These old demons appearing here now are certainly not harboring any good intentions.

After many years of fighting and killing, the strongest people of the Human Race and the Demon Race have long become familiar with each other. So even though the strongest people of the Human Race looked at them with displeasure, the strongest demons still seemed fearless, still smiling meaningfully, undisturbed.