Chapter 629

Beimingzi sighed.

He said nothing.

Excluding strength, Su Xuan was indeed no different from the Yin-Yang School people he had met in the past, arrogant and conceited, but Su Xuan still had one point different from the Yin-Yang School people he had encountered in the past.

That was that his strength was sufficiently powerful.

Clang, clang!!

The Qiuli sword thrust beside Beimingzi vibrated slightly, and then, it suddenly flew up from the ground. The long sword, carrying a purple sword light, flew toward Su Xuan. This sword strike was not fast, not even comparable to the sword strike Xiaoyaozi had thrust earlier.

But the moment this sword flew past, the endless vitality between heaven and earth was all drawn by this sword. Su Xuan only felt as if a great mountain was pressing on his shoulders; his body sank slightly, and his feet were fiercely embedded into the bluestone-paved Guanmiao Terrace. Spiderweb-like cracks spread out in all directions with his feet as the center.

The space around Su Xuan was even solidified in an instant.

It was as if heaven and earth had lost their color, yet it was not heaven and earth losing their color, only because the color of the surrounding space had not dissipated, but the result created at the moment Beimingzi made his move was no different from after performing the Daoist technique "Heaven and Earth Losing Color."

Although the speed of the Qiuli sword's flight was not fast, it was not slow either. Carrying the horsetail whisk at the end of the sword hilt, it arrived before Su Xuan's throat, intending to take Su Xuan's life.

Just at this moment, an invisible wall of energy emerged, blocking the progress of the Qiuli sword.

Beimingzi was not surprised by this.

After reaching the Grandmaster Realm, one could construct a wall of energy to block an offensive, and a high-level expert like Su Xuan could condense a wall of energy that even exceeded three feet, indestructible.

Earlier, Chi Songzi and Xiaoyaozi had not broken through Su Xuan's protective energy wall.

But just because they had not broken through Su Xuan's protective energy wall did not mean that Beimingzi could not do it.

Taking a step forward, Beimingzi's figure flashed; he arrived behind the Qiuli sword, raised his arm, and grasped the hilt of the Qiuli sword. After the Qiuli sword was grasped by him, vast internal energy surged from his aged body and poured into this sword. In an instant, the spirit of Xue Zhu hidden within the Qiuli sword seemed to be stimulated as well. Vaguely, one could see a phantom figure appearing within the Qiuli sword.

Subsequently, the strands of the horsetail whisk slightly swaying at the end of the sword hilt also stopped swaying, a purple sword light appeared on the Qiuli sword, and even more vast power of heaven and earth poured onto the sword edge.

"Break—!"

Beimingzi spoke softly, his words appearing calm and unruffled.

The energy wall before Su Xuan was immediately broken, and the sword edge continued forward, about to pierce into Su Xuan's throat.

In Beimingzi's expectation, after Su Xuan's protective energy wall was broken, facing such danger, what he would do would certainly be to exhaust all his strength to break the surrounding oppressive force and strive to dodge the sword edge of the Qiuli sword.

As a result, it was beyond his expectation.

Another sword blocked before the Qiuli sword, interrupting the momentum of the Qiuli sword's forward thrust.

Upon seeing this sword, Beimingzi suddenly realized and came back to his senses; he had forgotten that the Xueji sword was in Su Xuan's hand.

He swung Qiuli, and the Qiuli sword drew in the endless vitality between heaven and earth. This endless vitality, under the urging of Beimingzi's own vast and boundless internal energy, evolved into a powerful and peerless sword move, attacking and killing toward Su Xuan.

At Beimingzi's realm, there was simply no need to perform any powerful Daoist arts, only because every strike he made at will was more powerful than the Daoist arts performed by ordinary Daoist disciples with all their strength.

Su Xuan also seemed to have developed an idea of comparing swords with Beimingzi.

He restrained his magic power, and the Xueji sword in his hand had no dazzling light, appearing extremely ordinary. Touching the gorgeous Qiuli sword, the two stood on equal footing.

The sword edges collided, and a crisp clashing sound rang out; they were actually evenly matched.

But the evenly matched scene only lasted for an instant.

Afterward, the Qiuli sword was forcibly pressed to the side. Even with the blessing of the endless vitality between heaven and earth, and even with Beimingzi's cultivation reaching the level of creation, he was still a notch inferior in the exchange with Su Xuan.

"How could this be?!"

This scene left Xiaoyaozi and Chi Songzi horrified.

Although the two of them had suffered not-insignificant injuries in the previous exchange with Su Xuan, their discerning eyes still existed; how could they not see that Beimingzi's offensive had been pressed down by Su Xuan.

Even though there was some gap between the Qiuli sword and the Xueji sword, in terms of mystery, it was a notch inferior to Xueji, but in terms of power, Qiuli was above Xueji, not to mention that the one holding the Qiuli sword right now was Beimingzi.

Beimingzi, as a peerless high-level expert of the Heaven Sect, had ranked among the Heaven-Man Realm for who knows how many years; his strength had long since reached an unprecedented state.

Even though the Yin-Yang School had been powerful in recent years, the Daoist School had not had any panic, precisely because of the existence of Beimingzi.

As long as Master Beiming was still alive for one day, the Daoist School would not fear the Yin-Yang School for one day.

Even if the Yin-Yang School counted that Chu Nangong who had left the Yin-Yang School for many years, there were a total of two Heaven-Man level existences, but there were also gaps between Heaven-Men.

Let alone that Chu Nangong had already left the Yin-Yang School, even if he were still there, on this Taiyi Mountain, Master Beiming would not fear the other party joining forces.

Not only because Beimingzi's strength was fierce, but also because this was Taiyi Mountain, the ancestral land of the Daoist School. The entire mountain, through hundreds of years of layout by the Daoist School, had who knows how many formations.

If there were formations to assist, even if the other party were multiple Heaven-Men, Beimingzi could also fight them, and when the formations were not activated, Beimingzi was also enough to dominate any Heaven-Man in the world.

It could be said that in today's world, among the several Heaven-Man level experts, Beimingzi was the strongest one.

But right now, this strongest Heaven-Man, when facing Su Xuan, had fallen into a disadvantageous position.

This left Chi Songzi and Xiaoyaozi very shocked.

The other Daoist people did not have the discerning eyes of Chi Songzi and Xiaoyaozi; they could not see the truth of it, only thinking that Su Xuan could contend with Master Beiming.

This point was already enough to shock them.

Even if Su Xuan had defeated the two Sect Masters, Chi Songzi and Xiaoyaozi, Master Beiming was different. Master Beiming's cultivation reached the level of creation; if he made a move, logically speaking, no matter how strong Su Xuan was, he would only have the path of defeat, yet Su Xuan had actually stood on equal footing with Beimingzi.

How incredible was this?

And how... hard to accept was it!