Chapter 1683 The Battle Between the Two Sects

Those high and low quaint buildings look quite pleasing to the eye, and when combined together, they seem to be a paradise.

From a distance, the scale of the mountain and the buildings above it seems not large, but Ye Tian knew it was because of the distance.

In fact, the scale of that mountain alone is completely equivalent to a very large sect.

That mountain peak is independent of the huge stone square where Ye Tian is now, separated by a dark endless abyss, and there is no stone bridge connecting it above.

But you can see countless flying figures of Yujian, as if there are so many mosquitoes flying between the mountain peak and the boulder square.

"As far as I know, the Netherworld Sect is divided into two parts, the Sword Sect and the Painting Sect. They are respected respectively by Daoist Yuan Ming, the suzerain master of the Cold Yuan Sword, and Old Man Yintian, who has fought against you before."

"The gap between these two mountains, the boulder square above the abyss, and the huge building complex around the boulder square are dominated by the painting sect. The sword peak in the distance is where the sword sect is located." Ye Tian was looking at it While looking at the surrounding environment, Wuji Sword Spirit explained aloud.

"It seems that we need to go to that sword peak," Ye Tian said in a deep voice.

At this time, Ye Tian suddenly noticed the fluctuation of the battle not far away.

This Nether Abyss Sect is so big, there are countless disciples practicing in it, and the battles and disputes will naturally not stop. If it is normal, Ye Tian will not pay attention.

It's just that Ye Tian noticed some auras of the Taoism performed by the old man Yintian in the fluctuation of the battle.

This painting sect is respected by Old Man Yintian, and the Taoism practiced by the disciples should also come from Old Man Yintian. At this time, what the disciple who is fighting at this time should display is like this.

Even from Ye Tian's point of view, the old man Yintian's method of drawing the sky is quite impressive, and it can be regarded as a big trouble for Ye Tian's trip to the Underworld Sect.

So Ye Tian rushed in the direction of the battle fluctuations.

Along the way, Ye Tian noticed that there were also a large number of disciples around, and they were all gathering here.

Listening to the discussions of the disciples along the way, it seems that the two people who are fighting are not low in status and have good cultivation.

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The ones who were fighting were a man and a woman. The woman was petite, with a fair and beautiful face, and she was somewhat pretty. She was holding a thin sword in her hand, and she swung it with aura of aura, turning into a sword shadow in the sky, with a shocking aura.

The man opposite was tall and tall, but he was holding a paintbrush in his hand.

The man was surrounded by thousands of terrifying sword shadows, but he seemed to turn a blind eye to the crisis around him. He was always concentrating on the pen in his hand, drawing seriously.

The tip of the pen moved slightly in the air, and the black ink remained in the air, and it seemed to become countless volleying black ribbons.

These silk ribbons fluttered and danced in the air, turning into a black and two-colored fierce tiger, which was tens of feet in size. While stepping into the air and roaring, the sword shadows besieging the man who was besieging the pen flew away one by one.

Every time the giant black and white tiger opens its teeth and dances its claws, it seems to trigger the tide of spiritual energy in the surrounding world, forming countless vortexes of spiritual energy in the air that shake people's hearts.

In front of these aura vortexes, those sword shadows all over the sky seemed to be a little weak and mighty, but they couldn't cause any obvious damage.

The cultivation bases of these two people are both in the early stages of asking, and among the disciples around them, they are already considered to be the most top-notch people.

However, Ye Tian could see that not far away, there was another man dressed in black, whose figure, face and even temperament were very ordinary and low-key. Be stronger.

This person obviously did this deliberately, coupled with the fierce fighting between the two sides in the field, so no one else noticed this person.

"Senior Brother Muyushi is going to win!" Seeing that the painted black and white giant tiger had an astonishing momentum and clearly had the upper hand, some disciples who were watching cheered excitedly.

The disciples onlookers stood in two distinct directions. The disciples who spoke out at this time were obviously from the painting sect, and tended towards the man who was holding the pen.

"The battle has just begun, don't get too excited!" Naturally, another group of disciples were unwilling and refuted one after another. Most of them carried various sabers, obviously from the Sword Sect, and those who supported Of course it was the woman with the sword: "Senior Sister Jiang Chaoyu has been attacking!"

Obviously, between Jianzong and Huazong, no one seems to accept the other.

Especially when it comes to the way of self-cultivation, it is related to standpoint and self-belief. Once the debate started, it showed no signs of stopping.

The disciples on both sides were filled with righteous indignation, and they were arguing furiously, and for a while, the momentum faintly surpassed the two who were fighting fiercely.

To Ye Tian, ​​the sword sect's methods are indeed subtle, but what deserves his attention is the cold Yuan sword itself.

And the method of painting the sky performed by the man named Muyushi, in every gesture, there is also a bit of the essence of the old man Yintian's technique.

But at this time, Ye Tian unexpectedly heard his name faintly.

"Five days ago, the strange cultivator named Ye Tian fought against the old man on the lake. He was only at the peak of a true immortal, but he was able to retreat safely. Doesn't this show the limitations of the method of painting the sky!?"

"If it was the suzerain who made the move at that time, then Ye Tian's head must have hung on my sword peak!" A white-faced man with a sword on his waist said eloquently.

His words seemed to have clearly hit the sore spots of the disciples of the Painting Sect, and resentment appeared on their faces, but they couldn't find any way to refute them for a while.

At this moment, the movement of the battle temporarily attracted the attention of many disciples.

At this time, the sword shadows all over the sky shrank back quickly like the ebb tide.

The sword-wielding woman named Jiang Chaoyu raised the rapier in her hand, and suddenly countless crisp bells came from the sky!

"Jingle Bell!"

It was as if suddenly thousands of bells were blown by the wind and made a sound.

Amidst the ringing of the bell, those countless sword shadows gathered back on the thin sword in Jiang Zhaoyu's hand.

The sword and shadow return to one.

Jiang Zhaoyu gently swung the rapier in his hand forward.

It seemed to be just a light movement, but it seemed to consume all the strength in her body in an instant, and her already fair face was as pale as paper.

A slender sword light came out from the sword and flew forward.

"Buzz!"

The fine and ear-piercing buzzing sound resounded between the heaven and the earth as the sword light moved forward, making everyone present have painful expressions on their faces.

At the same time, people could clearly see that during the flight of the sword glow, the sights of all those who landed on the sword glow were violently blurred and distorted, as if the souls were moving along with the sword glow. trembling.

No one noticed that Ye Tian, ​​who on the surface only had the cultivation base of returning to the void, actually had clear eyes. Looking at the sword light, there was a flash of admiration in his eyes.

"Looks good……"

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In the face of Jiang Zhaoyu's full-strength sword, Muyushi had no intention of changing his moves. While waving the pen in his hand, the black and white giant tiger roared towards the sky, and at the same time brazenly went to meet the sword light.

The surrounding turbulent tides of spiritual energy converged into a huge turbulent wind around the black and white giant tiger. It looked like the black and white giant tiger knocked a hole out of the sky.

"boom!"

Amidst the violent explosion, the sword light plunged from the head of the black and white giant tiger, and continued to move forward visible to the naked eye.

As the sword light continued to deepen, the black and white giant tiger collapsed inch by inch starting from the front head!

But the paintbrush in Muyushi's hand at the back suddenly moved, and began to wave rapidly. The ink marks under the pen tip condensed into jet-black ribbons, and while spinning, they flew towards the black and white giant tiger!

In an instant, with the infusion of the jet-black handwriting, the collapse of the black and white giant tiger's huge body stopped immediately.

The sword light, which was moving forward in the body of the black and white giant tiger, seemed to be stopped.

"This is just the beginning!" Mu Yushi smiled faintly, continuing to wave the paintbrush in his hand.

At this moment, no solidified ink marks appeared on the tip of Muyu Stone's brush.

He made a stroke on the spot, and it seemed to be directly painted on the black and white giant tiger that was hundreds of meters long!

The writing speed of Muyu Stone was extremely fast, and in an instant, a magic general appeared on the back of the black and white giant tiger!

The general's face was extremely perfect, his body was covered with thick heavy armor, and he held an epee like a huge door leaf in his hand.

The god general waved the epee in his hand, and stood heavily on the sword light in the body of the black and white giant tiger.

The sword light suddenly visibly swayed.

Jiang Chaoyu's expression froze in the distance, and he spat out a blood donation with a puff, his body was shaking, and his right hand holding the rapier trembled slightly.

At the same time, the divine general riding the giant black and white tiger was already pointing at Jiang Zhaoyu.

Jiang Chaoyu, who was damaged by the broken sword glow from a powerful blow, could no longer resist Muyu Stone's attack. He was hit heavily, and his body flew backwards, falling to the ground powerlessly.

Muyushi here waved the paintbrush in his hand, and the black and white giant tiger, together with the generals on its back, turned into pale black ink dots and dissipated in the air.

The disciples on both sides rushed towards the two of them respectively, mixed with the voices of discussions of various emotions.

Seeing now, and through the continuous discussions around, Ye Tian has fully understood that the battle between Muyu Stone and Jiang Zhaoyu seems to have originated from the battle between himself and Old Man Yintian a few days ago.

The conflict between Hua Zong and Jian Zong has always existed, and the defeat of the old man Yintian in his battle that day caused another conflict between Jian Zong and Hua Zong, so Jiang Chaoyu and Mu Yushi, the two disciples, The strongest Tianjiao made an appointment to fight today.

Following Jiang Zhaoyu's defeat, Huazong, who had been somewhat at a disadvantage in terms of momentum due to the failure of Old Man Yintian, seemed to be proud again.

Of course, for Ye Tian, ​​the most important thing is to have a better understanding of the method of painting the sky.

Whether it is the old man Yintian or this disciple named Muyushi at this time, the essence of the method of drawing the sky they use is to use the situation.

This is also where the method of painting the sky is most powerful.

The person who casts it, by taking advantage of the painted object, can display a combat power that obviously exceeds his own cultivation.

This is also the reason why Muyushi and Jiang Zhaoyu are both in the early stage of asking, but the former can defeat the latter.

So is Old Man Yintian.

In fact, if it was just a normal mid-stage Celestial Immortal, with Ye Tianyuan's combat strength surpassing his own cultivation, it would not be difficult to defeat.

But after the spell of painting the sky was completed, the combat power of the old man Yintian had reached the late stage of the immortal, which was a little tricky for Ye Tian.

Not to mention that among the Mingyuan sect, there is another Daoist Yuanming whose actual combat power exceeds that of the old man Yintian.

After witnessing the battle of Tianjiao in the Underworld Sect with his own eyes, Ye Tian's understanding of this sect can be regarded as a little deeper.

But this is actually a dispute between Jianzong and Huazong, and it is not over yet.

Jiang Chaoyu of Jianzong over there was injured and defeated, and Jianzong's momentum suffered a huge blow, and the overall situation was obviously a little down.

But at this time, the man in black who Ye Tian had noticed from the beginning, who deliberately hid in the corner and pretended to be ordinary and low-key, finally stood up.

He has been standing among the crowd of Jianzong disciples, with an iron sword tightly wrapped in black cloth on his back, which makes it difficult to see the lineup. In addition, Ye Tian can see the faint sternness on his body. It can be easily determined that this person belongs to Jianzong.

After he stood up, he was also on Jianzong's side.

Originally, the disciples in the field were all focused on Muyushi and Jiang Zhaoyu, and the situation at this time was quite chaotic. It was difficult for a person to attract people's attention.

But this person's cultivation was stronger than Jiang Chaoyu and Muyushi, who were the strongest among the disciples present.

So when he wanted to keep a low profile and be ordinary, no one could notice him.

And when he wants to be seen.

When he stood up and wanted to be seen.

Naturally, all the people present saw him uncontrollably.

In the middle of the noisy boulder square, there was a brief silence.

Obviously, the disciples all knew him, and everyone looked at him with surprise and surprise.

"Lin Xiuping!" Jiang Zhaoyu, who was pale and weak, was the first to speak out. She had just taken the healing elixir with the help of her fellow disciples, and her breath calmed down a little.

But the sudden appearance of the man in black gave people too many surprises and surprises, and even caused Jiang Zhaoyu's aura to fluctuate again.

And Jiang Zhaoyu's words were just the beginning. After that, there were exclamations one after another.

The disciples of Jianzong couldn't suppress the emotions in their hearts and kept talking.

In these emotions, apart from surprise and surprise, they are actually more excited and excited.

"It turned out to be Brother Lin?!"

"The undisputed strongest arrogance of the Sword Sect, and the recognized future sword master of the Han Yuan Sword!"

"Just nine years ago, Brother Lin disappeared inexplicably. The seniors of the sect said that he went out to practice, but there has been no news of him!"

"I didn't expect that he came back today?!"

"When Senior Brother Lin left the sect nine years ago, he was already asking about his cultivation in the later stage. I don't know if he has reached the peak now, or even saw the threshold between immortals!?"

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Contrary to the atmosphere, the disciples of Jianzong who had become enthusiastic before, and the many disciples of Huazong who were relatively proud before, were a little dull at this time.

Looking at Lin Xiuping, who was dressed in black and standing silently, Mu Yushi's face was calm, but there was a faint look of solemnity and puzzlement in his eyes.