287: Qingyang Prefecture

No sooner had he spoken.

The Junior Foundation Establishment Cultivator he mentioned stepped out of the Great Formation.

Behind him, the other Foundation Establishment Cultivators had already dispersed, each presiding over the Great Formation.

"Om~"

Under the attack of dozens of Spells and Spiritual Artifacts.

A figure moved as if on flat ground, weaving through them.

Beside him, the dull, dark longsword rotated around his body, neutralizing every incoming attack.

Zhou Xiuyuan executed his footwork.

After a few steps, he had already arrived in front of a Mid-stage Foundation Establishment Cultivator.

Zhou Xiuyuan gripped the hilt of the one heart sword.

In an instant.

The sound of a sword hum echoed.

A white light flashed and disappeared.

Zhou Xiuyuan returned his sword to its sheath.

Without stopping, he vanished from this place.

After Zhou Xiuyuan's figure departed.

That Mid-stage Foundation Establishment Cultivator from Xuanhua Prefecture stared blankly, looking down.

Then, his upper body tilted downwards.

Split in two, he fell from the sky.

Lifeless.

"Seeking death!"

The Early Golden Core Stage male Cultivator's eyes were bloodshot, and he slammed out a palm, a hand condensed from magical power fiercely grasping towards where Zhou Xiuyuan was, intending to crush him to ashes.

Zhou Xiuyuan paused his steps.

He reached out and grasped the longsword rotating around his body, then swung it down.

The magical power hand dispersed with a roar.

He did not continue to pursue the Foundation Establishment Cultivators who had already moved away.

Zhou Xiuyuan strode towards the two Golden Core True Persons.

"Don't be careless, Senior Brother!"

The female Cultivator spoke in a deep voice.

The male Cultivator put away his greed and waited with solemnity.

High in the sky.

Zhou Leren formed hand seals.

In front.

Two longswords, one red and one blue, rapidly rotated around the two individuals trapped within them.

Red and blue colors intermingled.

You were in me, and I was in you.

Looking down from high above.

It resembled a giant red and blue intertwined disc, emitting an Aura as hot as fire and as surging as water.

Firmly controlling a region of heaven and earth.

Within the two swords.

The Middle-aged Man and the Grey-robed Cultivator stood back to back.

An ancient bronze bell floated above their heads.

It emitted invisible light screens, protecting the two within.

Above the ancient bronze bell, continuous clang sounds echoed.

This was the result of the Two-Form Sword Formation's omnipresent killing intent constantly invading.

"Forming a formation with swords, such a method is truly extraordinary."

The Middle-aged Man's Divine Sense spread out.

He spoke with solemnity.

As the strongest Cultivator in Xuanhua Prefecture, he had seen many fellow Cultivators.

And being in a Sword Domain, there were many Cultivators who used swords as Magical Artifacts or Magic Treasures.

But such a method, this was the first time he had seen it.

"If we can't find a flaw, the two of us will probably be trapped to death here."

The Grey-robed Cultivator's tone was unfriendly.

He had merely agreed to come and assist Xuanhua Prefecture, who knew this would be such a tough opponent.

If he wasn't careful, he might not return today.

"Be careful!"

The Middle-aged Man suddenly warned.

The formation formed by the two rapidly rotating longswords suddenly changed.

"Swish~ Swish~"

As the two Magic Treasures rapidly rotated, their sword tips turned.

They swiftly attacked the two individuals alternately.

Drawing lines within the red and blue disc.

"Clang clang clang!"

Above their heads.

The ancient bronze bell vibrated violently.

The precious robes on both of them lit up.

"Damn it!"

"Unable to capture the trajectory!"

The Grey-robed Cultivator shouted.

The Two-Form Sword Formation changed infinitely.

Each of these attacks had a different trajectory.

It was impossible to predict in advance.

"Boom!"

Finally.

As the vermilion Magic Treasure swept past.

The ancient bronze bell was struck flying.

"Om~"

Their minds tensed.

Activating their respective protective Spells.

"Bang~"

The protective Spell on the Grey-robed Cultivator shattered with a bang.

He only had time to place the three-tiered Low Grade Xiangmu pen, about a foot long, that he held in his hand across his body.

A blue Magic Treasure sliced through the wooden pen and pierced into the Grey-robed Cultivator's precious robe.

"Crack!"

The light of the precious robe flickered and died.

The Grey-robed Cultivator's magical power stagnated, and under this blow, his figure became unstable, flying sideways, with blood flowing from his mouth.

His Aura suddenly became unstable.

The Grey-robed Cultivator was, after all, only a Loose Cultivator; although his cultivation was profound, his Magic Treasures and Spells were inferior to those of the Middle-aged Man.

"Not good!"

Feeling the Two-Form Sword Formation change again.

Its sharp edge pointed directly at the Grey-robed Cultivator's location.

The Middle-aged Man's expression changed.

In an instant.

The Middle-aged Man gritted his teeth and made a decision.

With a wave of his right hand, a specially made Talisman flew towards the Grey-robed Cultivator.

This was one of his trump cards.

Outside the sword formation.

Zhou Leren's heart stirred.

"I was just waiting for you to save him."

"Turn!"

His hand gestures subtly changed.

The sharp edges of the two Magic Treasures suddenly turned back, heading directly for the Middle-aged Man.

"Two Forms Transform!"

Zhou Leren lightly uttered.

The vermilion Magic Treasure glowed brightly.

A giant divine bird covered in flames enveloped the Magic Treasure.

At the other end.

A water Dragon over a hundred zhang long suddenly condensed from the blue light.

The immense power stirred the celestial phenomena of the region.

Cultivators looking from afar seemed to hear Dragon roars and bird cries in the sky.

"Boom!"

The water Dragon and the divine bird met with a roar, colliding at the Middle-aged Man in the center.

A huge booming sound spread out.

The impact scattered, pushing the Grey-robed Cultivator, who was already protected by a special Talisman, far away.

"Good, good~"

"I still have a Return to Origin Talisman to protect..."

The Middle-aged Man had just narrowly escaped death, and a specially made Talisman he held in his hand shattered.

Then, a sound of death rang out behind him.

"Five Elements Cycle!"

Zhou Leren pointed a finger.

It landed on the Middle-aged Man's back.

The Middle-aged Man stiffened.

A destructive force with the circulation of the Five Elements entered his Meridians directly from his back.

Shattering his internal Meridians inch by inch.

"You..."

"Snap~"

The Middle-aged Man only managed to say one word.

Inside his body, his Golden Core shattered.

The Middle-aged Man's eyes dimmed.

He fell from the sky.

Two Magic Treasures, one red and one blue, floated behind him.

Zhou Leren turned his head to look.

He saw a gray-robed figure frantically fleeing outwards.

Shouting something wildly.

Zhou Leren shook his head, then pointed a finger.

The two Magic Treasures flew alternately, and in a moment.

They caught up to the Grey-robed Cultivator, passing straight through his body.

Returning to Zhou Leren's back.

Below.

Zhou Xiuyuan did not dare to let the sword spirit exert its full power, not revealing its special characteristics, only using a little of its essence.

He contended with the two Early Golden Core Stage Cultivators.

At this moment.

Suddenly, a five-colored light pillar descended from high in the sky, enveloping the two, rendering them immobile.

"Perish!"

A voice proclaimed.

The light pillar suddenly converged.

A tremendous crushing force emanated.

"Ah!"

Painful wails.

But to no avail.

The light dissipated.

Leaving behind two disfigured figures.

In the distance, the remaining Foundation Establishment Cultivators of Xuanhua Prefecture were no longer able to attack.

They fled frantically.

Zhou Leren's figure appeared.

"Leave none alive."

He commanded the Zhou Family Cultivators below.

The Zhou Family Foundation Establishment Cultivators immediately pursued.

Zhou Leren's figure vanished.

Outside Shenhua Peak, where Xuanhua Prefecture was located.

A giant fiery red longsword, a hundred zhang in size, descended with a roar.

Piercing through the protective Great Formation.

Shenhua Peak collapsed, turning into a sea of fire.

The sea of fire surged, endless.

Xuanhua Prefecture was thus annihilated.

Since then.

Under the jurisdiction of Luotian Sword Sect.

Xuanhua Prefecture was officially renamed Qingyang Prefecture.

All prefectures were shaken.