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By the time the sun set, the sky had already begun to darken. The oppressive black clouds slowly covered the skies as they stood in the snow and ice outside the Thousand Illusionary Sect. The atmosphere was especially solemn.

I don't know who Yin Tianhen invited, or what kind of cultivation he has, but from his confident gaze and expression, I do feel that there's something out of the ordinary. After all, he can be considered to have fought with the current me, so even if he can't guess my strength, he should be able to understand at least seventy to eighty percent of it.

I also have a "life force diagram" from Luo Qing'er in my hands. As for what the life force diagram is, I don't know, but I have seen more mysteries about Luo Qing'er, so I don't trust her, and naturally, I don't place my hopes on this scroll that I don't know if I can use. I don't want to use my favor to exchange for this painting, but I want to understand Luo Qing Er's strength and cultivation through this painting.

Raising my head to the west, a pitch-black figure slowly appeared in the gradually darkening night sky. It seemed to represent darkness and despair, slowly appearing before my eyes.

His cold face and eyes were filled with killing intent, the sword in his hand was emitting a thick bloody aura, slowly approaching, his aura was getting stronger and stronger, I do not know this person, but I know of a symbol, it is a white cloud in his black collar, he is from Southern Immortal Sect!

"Who are you?"

Without answering my question, the indifferent young man's voice became slightly hoarse as he asked indifferently, "Since you've appeared here, you should be the White Fox Scholar."

I nodded and didn't deny it.

"Very good! "Die!"

With a flash of my long sword, an ice-cold sword light suddenly appeared. The piercing sword aura actually caused the skin on my body to feel pain, and the snow wolf that I had captured as an eye cried out miserably. Its eyes immediately exploded with a bloody mist, but it didn't die.

With a wave of his hand, the strange and demonic dragon roared out, opening its mouth and crushing the sword qi. It stared at the man in black, its green aura diffusing into the air and suddenly, with a "peng" sound, it ignited into a raging fire. In the blink of an eye, the green dragon turned into a strange and terrifying long flame dragon.

"White Fox, a monk. You're quite capable, but you're not worthy of knowing my name."

"Is that so? "What makes you so confident that you can make me remember your name?"

The black clothed man's face hardened as his killing intent surged. A bloody red aura was unexpectedly emitted from his body. His killing intent was actually condensed into substance. Just what kind of monster was this!?

I waved my longsword again. I didn't want to be outdone. The Wandering Dragon roared and grabbed onto the hundred zhang sword shadow. 'Bang!' The fire dragon sword shadow shattered at the same time. Fire rained down from the sky and melted into the world of ice and snow.

"Windraiser!"

As he performed the Windraiser stance, the black-clothed man's expression changed slightly. However, he still only performed a single slash. It was as if he had trained to such an extent and could not perform any moves, and only knew how to randomly slash. However, this sword strike made me feel a little fearful, because this extremely ordinary looking sword strike was actually able to completely block my Windraiser Sword Style.

As if he knew that I was a Soul Cultivator, the black-clothed man didn't step forward. He just stood there, some hundred feet away from me.

"You really know one of the six sacred arts of the Immortal Sect, the Windraiser Sword Style!"

"So what?" I'm not surprised at all that this is one of the six sacred arts of the South Sea Immortal Sect, the Windward Sword Style. After all, he is a member of the South Sea Immortal Sect, and during the Sky Sect battle, the envoy that was forced back by Qiu Xuan was a member of the South Sea Immortal Sect.

"But what I find strange is that your move, Windraiser, is completely unable to break through Gong Shaofan's Pingchuan. Could it be that he's actually deceiving me?"

Gong Shaofan? Was this the name of the envoy from the Celestial Sect? From the looks of it, this black-clothed man definitely had some status within the Southern Wasteland Immortal Sect. Otherwise, he would not have said Gong Shaofan's name in such disdain.

"Hmph. A person like you is simply unworthy of using the Windraiser. Today, I'll open up your horizons and let you die under the true Windraiser Sword Style!"

After the black clothed man said this, he slowly pulled out his treasure sword and swung it towards me extremely slowly. Although this sword was very slow, as it was being swung down, endless wind elemental energy swiftly wrapped around it, as if all the wind elemental energy in this area was being sucked in. Even the wind elemental energy on my scroll started to move slightly.

My heartbeat grew heavier and clearer as I waited for the sword to fall. I couldn't move, not because I didn't want to, but because the wild currents in my surroundings had sealed off all space around me. There was nowhere for me to hide!

So this was the true Windraiser stance!

"Windraiser …"

The black clothed person shouted. A huge green wind that seemed to destroy the heavens and earth immediately appeared on the tip of his sword. It surged towards me with the power to destroy everything.

Eighteen forms of the Coiling Dragon Blade!

The demon dragon roared and coiled around me, protecting me within it. The flames burned even more fiercely, and under the force of the wind, it didn't show any signs of extinguishing. Instead, it became even more berserk! Being protected by the fire dragon, the black clothed man was completely unable to sense my state, and I took advantage of this opportunity to transform all of the spiritual energy in my body into demonic energy.

"Hu!"

"Roar!"

The green wind attacked and collided with the fire dragon. The flames were blown backwards and swept away, leaving only sparks of fire behind. The strange green dragon was unaffected and continued roaring.

"Bang!"

The dragon's head exploded, its body swayed, and it was already a little out of focus, on the verge of collapsing. I was shocked, the supreme technique of the Immortal Sect was indeed extraordinary, its power was shocking.

The green wind gradually depleted as the Wandering Dragon was replenished by my demonic powers. The strength of the move was endless, but in the end, the black clothed man's Windraiser was unable to break through my defenses.

In Mo Ang's story, the immortal soldier that killed Sha Ying was more or less at the Heavenly Fusion Stage. With Mo Ang's strength, I am definitely in the Heavenly Dipper Realm, and with the strength of the Heavenly Fusion Stage, he almost broke through the defense of my Heavenly Dipper Realm. This black clothed man is incredible, and this doesn't count as his hidden strength.

Seeing that I was unharmed in the Windraiser stance, the black clothed man was extremely surprised and nodded his head: "Not bad, as expected of someone that even my Southern Immortal Sect values, to actually be able to receive my sword attack! "You have the qualifications to know my name. Remember, I'm Nie Kuang, the arrogant Madman!"

"What an arrogant name. However, to have such strength at such a young age, you can be considered to have the qualifications to be arrogant."

"Humph, no need to praise me. Your training time is much shorter than mine. Unfortunately, if it wasn't for the order from the higher-ups not to kill you, I would have used my full strength to bury this hidden danger of yours!"

Sure enough, he didn't go all out. The Southern Immortal Sect was truly worthy of being called the Immortal Sect. He didn't know how many people like them would actually appear.

"However, if you are able to receive my next sword strike, I will admit that your opponent, Yin Tianhen, has lost."

"What I'm more curious about is what benefits did he give you? You actually work for him?"

Nie Kuang shook his head, "This isn't a matter of strength. I owe him a favor. I'll just return it to him."

"Then if you lose, won't you be unable to repay his favor?"

"I've already made my move, and he already returned it. Does he dare to have any more objections?"

Nie Kuang was indeed arrogant!

"This sword is one of the six sacred arts, Moon Break!"

There's no moon in the sky today, but from his sword light, a hint of coolness could be seen. I already know three forms, Windraiser, Pinchuan and this Duan Yue, I wonder if I have the chance to see the other three.

The clear and cold sword aura was extremely sharp, but this cold Qi did not dissipate in the surroundings, but had condensed into a line, as though all of its power was compressed in this line. The Windraiser Sword Style, from a moment ago, was definitely an attack of a large scale, but this Moon Breaking Sword Attack was an extremely condensed force, from the aura of this move, I could tell that I would not be able to defend against it.

It seemed that he had to rely on Luo Qing'er's life force diagram.

The picture scroll shook and quickly opened, revealing a bold and imposing landscape painting. The mountain ranges overlapped each other, and it was thick and steep, and the next river flowed slowly, making the entire picture scroll seem transparent. I couldn't see clearly, but I could clearly see the soul fragments attached to the Snow Wolf.

As my spirit energy flowed in, I fiercely flung the painting away, and instantly, countless mountain peaks appeared in front of me, completely separating me from the man in black. This overlapping mountain peaks were actually exactly the same as the painting, even the river below was the same, but when I looked at the painting again, it was empty inside, it was as white as snow!

The picture of life, what a great picture of life!

I suppressed the shock in my heart and waved my hand to condense another dragon to protect me.

"Clang!"

With a light cry that shook the heavens and pierced the earth, I raised my eyebrows. The Wandering Dragon roared and immediately contracted his body.

"Bang!"

The roaming dragon that was protecting the surroundings immediately exploded and transformed into traces of green demonic energy. On my forehead, a drop of cold sweat slowly flowed down.

The mountain range before him had an extremely neat and smooth cut across his waist, slicing all the mountains into two halves. After a series of rumbling sounds, they turned into drops of ink that dripped onto the pure white snow. It was extremely eye-catching and ironic.

"You win."

After Nie Kuang left those words, he gave me a deep look before turning around and blending into the darkness. At the same time, the cold sweat on my face also dripped onto the ground.

Moon Break, this sword-art was too terrifying!

However, Luo Qing'er was even more terrifying!

How could an ordinary Heavenly Fusion Stage cultivator like her, who didn't show her talent, draw such a powerful picture? Just how many things was she hiding? The Thousand Mirage Sect Elder, on the surface, is he only at this level?