Chapter 1692 – Death Battle, Receive Thunder Light
In a wasteland in the northwest of Xishan Continent, two beams of light fell from the sky from both sides as Zhang Yueming and Xuanyuan Po sized up their surroundings.

In the Thunder Light Heavenly Canopy above the Xishan Continent, large and small gaps would occasionally appear from time to time. Some gaps would last a little longer, and some would quickly regenerate following the operation of the Great Guardian Formation.

And every time these gaps appeared, more or less light would pass through them and fall upon the Xishan Continent.

In the sky, from time to time, there would be the appearance of thunder and lightning. Some of them would fall somewhere within the Xishan Continent, but some would directly strike into the gaps in the sky curtain that were opened.

Every time the lightning strikes the gaps in the sky, the repair of the cracks would speed up. If a foreign cultivator was unlucky and coincidentally passed through the gaps, they would be forcefully struck by the Five Elements Lightning Light. The weaker cultivators would be completely destroyed by the lightning, and not even a few bones would be left.

“This Western Mountain Madame Yang is indeed extraordinary. No wonder even someone like Brother Zhang fled far away from our Silent Heavenly Star Realm.”

Xuanyuan Po looked at the lightning flashing in the sky from time to time and said with some lingering fear, “Our luck is pretty good. If we had been struck by this lightning just now, I’m afraid we would have been in trouble.”

Zhang Yueming’s face that had a metallic luster to it did not reveal the slightest bit of emotion, and his entire person seemed to have become an even more cold vulture. Hearing what was said, he said coldly: “It’s only a legacy left behind by Yang Junshan, without Yang Junshan, Western Mountain Madame Yang, it’s like a giant whose spine has been extracted, and it’s just looking to intimidate people.”

As the two of them spoke, their spiritual sense had already spread out tadius of several dozen kilometers. At the same time, they could sense a battle taking place thirty kilometers to the southeast, as well as a streak of light that had just flashed by from twenty kilometers to the southwest.

“Oh, Brother Zhang really did not lie to me, this Yang family cultivator really has a unique skill in body forging! This little cultivator in front of me is only at the Dao Realm, but his body forging cultivation has already penetrated deep into his internal organs. This kind of embryo can only be modified a little, and that’s more than enough to create a silvery-cold puppet.

In an instant, Xuanyuan Po’s attention had been attracted by a newly advanced Dao Realm cultivator battling thirty li away.

In comparison to Xuanyuan Chong who was watching a battle between Dao Realm cultivators from far away with relish, Zhang Yueming stood at the side without moving an inch. However, the stiff expression on his face made it hard for people to figure out what he was thinking.

“Hey, Brother Zhang, what are you thinking? Why have you been lost in thought for so long?”

Xuanyuan Po quickly noticed the change in Zhang Yueming’s body and asked.

Zhang Yueming gave an “Oh” and scanned the battle group thirty kilometers away with his divine sense. He muttered to himself slightly, “Although the Western Mountain Madame Yang possesses a very perfect legacy of the body forging and also values the cultivation of the body forging a lot, for this junior to be able to cultivate the body forging to such a level while in the Dao Realm, she is definitely an outstanding existence among the younger generation of the Yang family. Since Brother Xuanyuan thinks that the bastard will be kidnapped, then we should take action as soon as possible.”

Xuanyuan Po was somewhat amused by his words, “Just now, Brother Zhang seemed to have solemnly declared that this Western Mountain Madame Yang would be doomed this time. How did she become so cautious in the blink of an eye?”

Zhang Yueming was obviously a little absent-minded, and said. “Oh, then, then Brother Xuanyuan, you should make the first move.”

Xuanyuan Po finally noticed that Zhang Yueming seemed to have something on his mind, his brows rose as he asked, “Brother Zhang, do you need to leave first?”

Zhang Yueming forced out a smile and said: “My apologies, but I met an enemy from the past.”

“The streak of light that just passed by just a moment ago?” Xuanyuan Po asked in realization.

Zhang Yueming hesitated for a moment, but still nodded his head: “That’s right, I am afraid that I will have to leave first, there are some things that I must do, and now that I am in the Xishan Continent, my previous promise can be considered as fulfilled. Of course, if Brother Xuanyuan is still willing to act together with Brother Zhang, then I will naturally be hoping for more.”

Xuanyuan Wentian’s gaze lingered on Zhang Yueming’s face for a moment, then suddenly he released a burst of laughter, but his face was still cold as he said: “Since that is the case, then we will not delay Brother Zhang’s time, I will take care of myself.”

Yang Xuanfeng’s flying sword gave off a slow and leisurely feeling.

Unlike the majority of swordsmen who practiced flying swords, who were sharp, swift, elegant, or ghost-like, Yang Xuanfeng’s flying swords could only be described with one word — Heavy!

In the course of a magic battle, it was naturally impossible to seize the initiative. However, if he were to take the initiative and take the initiative, it would sound like a joke, but in reality, Yang Xuefeng’s sword arts and abilities were really like taking the initiative at the last moment!

His flying sword was not the first to arrive, nor was it the second to arrive. Instead, it was the first to reach the enemy!

No matter what kind of sacred art his opponent used or how dazzling his methods were, as long as he was not about to kill his opponent, he would be forced to save himself.

Of course, all of this was built on the fact that the cultivation levels of both sides seemed to be lacking compared to each other. However, this was also sufficient to prove that Yang Xuanfeng’s swordsmanship style, as well as the sword arts he was controlling, was not ordinary at all.

For example, this Qingyun Realm Cultivator who was fighting him right now, although his cultivation was one level higher than Yang Xuanfeng, the sacred art in his hands was like a flower blooming from heaven, causing one to be unable to look at him closely while also giving others a feeling that he was invincible.

However, it was this god-like ability that came crashing down like an inescapable net. The moment when Yang Xuanfeng forcefully slashed down with his wide stone sword, he absentmindedly gave people a feeling as if the world was being split open. All the shackles and net had completely vanished at this moment.

This cultivator from the Xi Zhou’s Star Palace cried out in alarm and retreated, but his flying sword was affected by Yang Xuanfeng’s sword and instantly left his control. Then, as if for some unknown reason, it automatically collided with the stone broadsword’s blade, and the top tier treasure that was only one step away from the daoyin apparatus was actually split in half.

The cultivator felt as if he had suffered a heavy blow when his magic treasure was broken. A mouthful of blood flowed out before he could not help but exclaim, “You, what sword art is this?”

Yang Xuefeng rode his stone sword and pointed it at Cultivator Qingyun. He instantly felt his entire body was enveloped by a biting cold and heavy aura, and this aura even seeped into his body through the pores of his body, directly interfering with the circulation of the immortal elemental energy in his body. Even his mind was starting to grow drowsy.

“This is the ‘Star Rider Sword Art’!”

It was as if there was a faint voice that traveled into his ears.

“Star carving?”

The cultivator muttered to himself, as if he was still trying to figure out what was so special about this sword art. Suddenly, his entire body felt light, as if he had fallen into the clouds, but soon after he sank into endless darkness.

Yang Xuanfeng stretched out his hand, and the stone broadsword slowly flew back into the scabbard of his juniors.

The sword art that Yang Xuanfeng had just displayed was the “Condor Star Sword Technique” that the Celestial Sovereign had previously taught him.

On that day, Xing Ya Celestial Sovereign had once said that this set of sword art “from the complex to the simple, from the complex to the complex, one can learn and comprehend simply”, and what Yang Xuanfeng learnt was only a set of Precious Techniques and Divine Powers that contained a total of twenty-seven sword techniques.

After Yang Xuanfeng had condensed his Primordial Spirit and advanced to the Dao Realm, this innate ability, under his occasional enlightenment, had been simplified and combined before finally landing on the nine sword techniques. This “Condor Star Sword Technique” had thus become a set of Dao Techniques and Divine Powers.

Just as Yang Xuanfeng was about to step forward and take that cultivator Qing Yun’s storage magic treasure off, he suddenly heard clapping sounds from not too far away.

“Amazing. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen such a wonderful battle between cultivators in the Dao Realm.”

A tall cultivator, whose tone was filled with praise, yet whose face was filled with indifference, appeared in mid air a few dozen meters away from Yang Xuanfeng. It was the Rigid Race Golden Immortal Xuanyuan, who had descended together with Zhang Yueming earlier.

Yang Xuanfeng’s heart trembled. He immediately understood that the opponent’s cultivation level was far above his. He quickly said: “I dare not accept senior’s praise. Junior has a family elder’s summons. I will take my leave first. Senior can come to the West Mountain as a guest!”

As he spoke, Yang Xuanfeng’s Escape Technique was already prepared. The ground suddenly cracked open, swallowing him whole before closing up.

“Earth Escape Technique, hur hur, interesting!”

Tens of miles away, Yang Xuanfeng summoned his flying sword the moment he broke out of the ground, trying his best to escape in the direction of the Western Mountain.

However, a calm voice reached his ears, “Little friend, where are you going?”

Yang Xuanfeng felt as if he was struck by lightning. Looking towards the source of the sound, he saw that the person from before was standing on top of a tall hill abouundred feet away from where he had broken out of the ground.

“Little friend, I just need one or two servants to assist me. You might as well join me, and I’ll immediately teach you the Eternal Indestructibility Technique, how about it?”

Yang Xuanfeng knew that the gap between the cultivation levels of both friend and foe was too great, and it was impossible for him to escape. Without a second word, he grabbed a jade pendant from his waist and crushed it aay of light shot into the sky.

“Hey, are you recruiting reinforcements?”

Xuanyuan Po did not have the time to stop Yang Xuanfeng from shattering the jade, but he did not take it to heart. He continued to laugh as he said, “It just so happens that I lack a lot of people, and I heard that the Western Mountain Madame Yang’s cultivators have some accomplishments in the area of body tempering.

As Xuanyuan Po finished speaking, he saw Yang Xuanfeng, who had been imprisoned, sneer. In his heart, he was displeased, but just as he was about to say something, he suddenly heard a thunderclap sound out from above him. Before he could even raise his head, a pail of thick, five-colored lightning came crashing down.