Sovereign to Immortality

2Yang Tian discovered that he was unable to escape Xiong Xiying's pursuit because he had a flying magic tool with him. Although the flying magic tool was only of low quality, its speed was almost double of Yang Tian's.     2

    

"Yang Tian Gang, where else do you want to run to?"    

    

Xiong Xiying had been trying to block off Yang Tian from the start. Even though she couldn't hold a cultivator of the same cultivation level, she could at least force Yang Tian to change the direction of his shield.    

    

"Hehe, do you think I will let you run as you please? "Where's your late stage Martial Disciple son? Did he hide himself while he was escaping? Haha, your father will not let you do as you wish!"    

    

Yang Tian's face sank. She knew that she had miscalculated this time. Xiong Xiying did not appear reckless and impatient on the surface. The killing array her son laid down was probably useless.    

    

Having been forced to change directions several times by Xiong Xiying, even Yang Tian didn't know where he was at the moment. He didn't know if his son could catch up or not, otherwise, he might lose out this time!    

    

No, that's not right. Yang Tian Gang was secretly shocked, if Xiong Xiying had not gone into hiding for a long time, then there was a chance that something might have happened to Little Shan. He would definitely come to investigate, and if she kept running, it would make it difficult for him to find any trace.    

    

Thinking of this, Yang Tian suddenly stopped his light escape. He turned around and swiped his high-grade magic tool sideways as he explosively shouted, "Break!"    

    

Xiong Xiying did not expect Yang Tian, who had been continuously retreating, to suddenly make a move. She cried out in alarm and quickly retreated, only to discover that there was a hidden potential in the air in front of him.    

    

"Splitting Mountain Spirit Art!"    

    

Xiong Xiying was indeed worthy of being a former true disciple of the Heaven Shaking Sect. The moment Yang Tian made his move, he had already recognized the true essence of this technique, and exclaimed out loud with a serious expression on his face. The high grade flying sword in his hand released a few sword flowers, and as Xiong Xiying displayed the sword technique, dozens of sword lights shot out.    

    

Every time a sword aura was slashed out, the power of the Splitting Mountain Spirit Technique would weaken by a level. When dozens of sword glows were spat out, not only did Yang Tian's Splitting Mountain Spirit Technique break, but more than ten sword glows also counterattacked, causing Yang Tian to be slightly flustered at first.    

    

Yang Tian hurriedly pressed down on the Escape Light and his two hands reached out and pressed downwards.    

    

The surrounding space trembled, as if countless invisible powers were transmitting from the sky. Those sword lights were annihilated, and Xiong Xiying's flying light suddenly became bright and unstable, as if it could fall down from the sky at any moment.    

    

"Hehe, Earth Spirit Splitting Technique. Watch as my Sword Spirit Art breaks your family's inherited Spirit Art!"    

    

Regardless of what divine ability Yang Tian had just used, all Xiong Xiying had to do was scatter the Sword Spirit Technique in his hand like a fairy scattering flowers from the heavens. Yang Tian's divine ability could only be broken, and the might of his sword art could be clearly seen.    

    

The sword lights that filled the sky were like flowing water with no holes. Yang Tian was unable to resist very quickly, so he had no choice but to pull back. Xiong Xiying immediately closed in on him, leaving him with almost nothing left to fight back.    

    

At this moment, Yang Tian didn't dare to use the Light Escape Technique because the flying magic tool in Xiong Xiying's hand could only make him look even more miserable. He might as well borrow the terrain of the forest to barely contend against him.    

    

In the blink of an eye, the two of them had already traveled over ten Li after their great battle. However, because they were distracted with each other, their speed was much slower than before.    

    

On the other side of the battle, the third steward had never seen such a crazy person. He had clearly been injured several times, but he didn't show any signs of fear or cowardice. Instead, he became braver as he fought.    

    

The third steward held the upper hand, and naturally did not wish to suffer injuries on both sides. This also allowed Wu Shuo to repeatedly turn the tables on him in times of life and death.    

    

The third steward had come to escort Xiong Xiying back to the clan because she was entrusted by the clan head, Daoist Master Changfeng. However, Xiong Xiying had disappeared without a trace, and she had also been pestered by this strange cultivator's abhijna; she was getting more and more agitated.    

    

However, the more impatient he was, the more he was trying to get rid of Wu Shuo, and the more frustrated he became, the less he would be able to get out of Wu Shuang's entanglement. Wu Shuo had long noticed that the third steward's mind was no longer in control, and the fighting spirit in his body was growing stronger and stronger.    

    

"Ceng!"    

    

A strange force gathered around Wu Shuo's body. Then, as Wu Shuo pinched his fingers and guided by a drop of blood, that strange force instantly wrapped around the third housekeeper's body.    

    

"It's that strange little trick again!"    

    

The third steward let out a light snort. The spiritual power around his body expanded, and he wanted to disperse the strange power that had wrapped around his body like before.    

    

Unexpectedly, this time, the force was like a scorpion that could not be shaken off. Not only that, the third steward felt like he was suffering from a serious illness. His bones were about to break and he was drained of all his strength.    

    

At this time, Wu Shuo shouted, and the magic tool in his hand flew out and directly smashed towards the third steward's chest. The third steward summoned his courage and used his magic tool to intercept the enemy midway.    

    

The third steward felt his body suddenly weaken as he fell back due to the lack of strength in his body. However, the dust and dust in front of him was knocked aside, and the bloodshot eyes of Wu Shuo once again pounced towards him.    

    

"Crazy! This person is crazy! Since you want to die, this old man will grant your wish!"    

    

The third steward urged the spirit energy in his dantian and a steady stream of dense spirit energy continuously washed over his entire body. The power of the Shaman's Curse that was attached to his body was finally expelled and he controlled the magic tool in his hand to clash with Wu Shuo's weapon once more.    

    

Second time, third time …    

    

Blood was flowing out from the corner of his mouth, and the wounds on his body were bleeding. However, the blood seemed to have stimulated Wu Shuang's fighting spirit even more, and the third butler could clearly feel that every time Wu Shuo charged forward again, the power around Wu Shuang's body would become stronger than before.    

    

This man was not crazy. He was simply a monster!    

    

This old man wants to leave this place and can no longer continue wasting time with this lunatic. This old man still has the orders of the Patriarch, and yes, this old man also wants to bring young master Sun back to the clan. This old man wants to complete the Patriarch's orders first!    

    

As the thought of retreating appeared in his mind, it swelled up uncontrollably. The third steward also let out a loud roar and used his magic tool to push Wu Shuo back again. He turned around and prepared to escape.    

    

However, he suddenly heard a wild laugh that shook the heavens from behind him. "You only thought of leaving now. Do you think you can still leave? Eat your Grandpa Wu Shuo!"    

    

The pressure of the wind came from behind him and his speed was faster than before. If the third steward wanted to retreat, he would have to face this attack first.    

    

Helpless, the third steward could only turn around and use his magic tools to block the attack. However, this time, his expression changed, and with an explosive sound, his magic tools were sent flying. His face turned ashen, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.    

    

"Breaking through before the battle, how is that possible!" The third steward shouted in horror.    

    

At this moment, Yang Tian had already been pierced by Xiong Xiying's sword light several times. If it weren't for the fact that Yang Tian had started practicing the《 Mountain Lord Painting》 and his amazing physique, he might have been maimed by those sword lights.    

    

The more Xiong Xiying fought, the more excited she became. This Yang Tian knew that she could no longer escape with her flying magic tool, so she could only turn around and fight with her life on the line. This was exactly what Xiong Xiying wanted.    

    

The only thing that could not be compared to him was the magic tools in his hands and the spirit arts he had mastered. This time, if he did not take the opportunity to heavily injure or even kill this opponent that had been fighting with him for years, the Xiong Family would not have a chance to leave Mengyu County.    

    

The sword in Xiong Xiying's hand became sharper and sharper at the thought of this. As soon as Yang Tian continued to fight with him, the sword technique that had been used to block him was already at the limit of its effectiveness, and now that he was staggering, Xiong Xiying was overjoyed. A sword light flashed like a viper, and it went around Yang Tian Gang's body and attacked his ribs from the back.    

    

Just as Xiong Xiying was about to succeed, she suddenly felt something strange beneath her feet, as if a wild beast was about to break out from the ground.    

    

With fear in her heart, Xiong Xiying did not care about the opponent in front of him and tried to retreat, but in the end, it was too late. The soil on the ground churned, and a figure flew out from the ground, pointing out with a finger.    

    

Xiong Xiying was indeed worthy of being called a former heaven-shaking disciple. Despite being in danger, the tyrannical student remained calm. The flying sword in her hand flew up and countless sword lights gathered together, forming a huge sword light pillar that collided with the Mountain Lord's Seal.    

    

"Puchi!" Xiong Xiying, whose eyes were filled with shock, spat out a mouthful of blood. However, the Mountain Lord's Seal was also knocked to the side, allowing Xiong Xiying to escape.    

    

However, Yang Junshan had always kept a ring around him. The moment the Mountain Lord's Seal landed on the ground, the ground within a radius of several dozen feet started rolling like the waves of the ocean. The Earth Splitting Technique borrowed the Mountain Lord's Seal to unleash the full might of the art.    

    

Xiong Xiying tried her best to resist, but her legs still staggered, but she still used her flying magic tool to try to escape.    

    

A golden radiance, with the Mountain Lord's Seal as the center, suddenly spread outwards as the area covered by the Earth Splitting Spell turned into a zone filled with magnetic light once more.    

    

The flying magic tool beneath Xiong Xiying's feet shook, almost causing Xiong Xiying to fall from it.    

    

The flying sword once again transformed into a sword aura that circled around his body. The sharp sword aura was actually able to cut open the spirit belt that was originally covered by the magnetic spirit aura.    

    

Although Xiong Xiying had been in danger time and time again, she had always been able to avoid danger with her own strength. She could not help but feel a sense of relief. She laughed loudly and was about to escape through the gap.    

    

However, at this moment, a figure suddenly appeared at the gap. He held a bronze mirror in his hand, and the yellow light made Xiong Xiying sway.    

    

Xiong Xiying narrowed her eyes and the flying magic tool beneath her feet shook once again. She actually fell off the magic tool. However, Xiong Xiying's Spiritual Sense was quite extraordinary. She only shook her head a little before regaining her consciousness.    

    

However, how could Yang Junshan's carefully planned attack come to an end? The moment Xiong Xiying stood up, with a "pa" sound, a smokepack shining under the sunlight hit his head!    

    

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There was something going on in the morning. He was delayed!