Chapter 299 Yun Yi and Netherworld
"Good skill!"

Liu Wuhen exclaimed in admiration, and at the same time, he dodged Jing Yaoyan's horizontal slash and slashed at the opponent's shoulder with his backhand.

Jing Yaoyan was agile and dodged the sharp knife with a side roll, then swung out a "Dancing Willow with the Wind Returning" move, directly attacking Liu Wuhen's lower body.

Liu Wuhen sneered, and the Dragon Roar Sword drew a deep groove on the ground, firmly blocking the move.

Jing Yaoyan's figure was seen floating, as light and agile as willow catkins.

The long sword in his hand seemed to be connected with his mind, dancing with his will. Every swing of the sword was like a spring breeze blowing over a willow, soft and sharp, with the sharpness of a sword and the rhythm of a dance.

The "Dancing Willow Sword Technique" was fully utilized in Jing Yaoyan's hands.

The sword light flickered like flying catkins, dazzling the eyes.

Liu Wuhen was as mighty and domineering as a giant dragon. The long sword in his hand seemed to carry the sound of a dragon's roar. Every time he swung the sword, it was as if a giant dragon roared, shocking everyone.

Each strike of the sword was so powerful that it seemed to be able to split the sky and earth in half, making people feel an incredible sense of oppression.

The two men moved quickly on the battlefield, their figures intertwined, and the sword energy and knife light intertwined into a beautiful picture.

"Master Xuan Jing, your reputation is well-deserved."

After blocking Jing Yaoyan's series of attacks, Liu Wuhen praised sincerely.

"Humph."

Jing Yaoyan didn't say anything. He swung the sword in his hand again, turning it into a silver light that pierced Liu Wuhen's chest.

The two had been fighting fiercely for a long time, with each side attacking and defending, although Jing Yaoyan, who was in the late stage of the celestial being, had been suppressing Liu Wuhen, who was in the middle stage of the celestial being.

However, due to Liu Wuhen's conscious delay, he was unable to capture him for the time being.

However, time is very tight for Jing Yaoyan, and he cannot let Liu Wuhen delay any further.

Jing Yaoyan moved, and the whole person seemed to turn into a wisp of smoke, approaching Liu Wuhen at an incredible speed.

His figure appeared and disappeared in the air, as ethereal as clouds and mist, making it impossible to lock on to his position.

At this moment, the atmosphere on the battlefield suddenly changed.

Jing Yaoyan's figure seemed to become blurred in an instant, as if blending into the surrounding clouds.

This is the unique feature of his self-created light skill "Cloud Shadow Without Trace". The whole person disappears from the original place in an instant and appears in another unexpected place.

Liu Wuhen was shocked when he saw Jing Yaoyan's figure suddenly disappear from the spot.

He looked around, trying to find any trace of Jing Yaoyan, but found nothing.

At this moment, he suddenly felt a powerful breath coming from behind him.

He quickly turned around to resist, but he was half a step too late.

Jing Yaoyan appeared behind Liu Wuhen like a ghost and slapped him on the chest.

The force of this palm was moderate, but it was enough for Liu Wuhen to feel his profound internal strength.

"you!"

He was knocked back several steps, holding his chest, with a flash of horror in his eyes.

As the "Dragon Roar Sword Saint", he is also a well-known master in the martial arts world.

However, Jing Yaoyan's Qinggong was so amazing that he could move to any position in a short period of time, making it hard to defend against.

"Liu Wuhen, considering that you are also a man of the martial arts world, I will not embarrass you today."

"But Daqian Xuanjing Division is not something you can provoke at will."

"Today's matter is not over yet. I will settle accounts with you in the future."

Jing Yaoyan had no intention of continuing the pursuit. He looked at Liu Wuhen coldly.

Then he turned around and waved to signal the Mirror Masters to continue moving forward.

The figure merged into the clouds again and disappeared.

Only Liu Wuhen was left standing there, looking at the direction where Jing Yaoyan disappeared, and sighed in his heart.

That is to say, Jing Yaoyan is in a hurry now. Otherwise, as the head of Xuan Jingsi, a violent organization of the Daqian Dynasty of the Five Great Dynasties.

Jing Yaoyan's strength is not weak even among those in the late stage of heaven.

Over the years, many celestial beings have died at his hands.

On the other side, Immortal Yun Yi displayed his lightness skills, and the whole person seemed to be walking on clouds, with fluttering clothes, just like a banished immortal.

He and Jing Yaoyan acted separately, intending to rush to Zixia Mountain from another route.

However, a figure suddenly appeared on the road ahead and blocked his way.

That man was known to the world as the "Old Ghost of the Netherworld". He was the celestial ancestor of the Netherworld Holy Sect, one of the three major sects in the northern part of Daqian, besides the Zixia Taoist sect.

His hair was as white as frost and his beard was long and fluttering, but his face was as ruddy as that of a young man and his eyes were deep, as if he could see through all the appearances in the world.

He was dressed in a black robe embroidered with golden cloud patterns, which made him look both noble and mysterious.

Lao Gui's martial arts are unique in the martial arts world. His self-created "Netherworld Sky Evil Qi" is incredibly powerful. It can overcome hardness with softness and transform strength into invisible.

The "Nightmare Ghost Step" is even more elusive and hard to guard against.

At this moment, he stood quietly in front of Yun Yixianweng, with a complex emotion flashing in his eyes.

Immortal Yun Yi looked at his old friend and couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion in his heart.

"Old ghost," Yun Yixianweng said slowly, "I haven't seen you for many years, and you are still as charming as ever."

The old ghost of the underworld looked at Yun Yixian Weng and said faintly: "Old ghost, I have finally made a choice."

His voice was hoarse and low, as if it came from the depths of hell, making people shudder.

"Old friend, we have been friends for many years. Do you really want to do this?"

Immortal Yun Yi sighed softly and looked at the old ghost of the underworld with a complicated expression.

"Yun Yi, although you and I are old friends, we have different ideals and cannot work together."

"My Netherworld Sect and the Daqian Imperial Court are irreconcilable. Since you have chosen to stand on the side of the Imperial Court, you are my Netherworld Sect's enemy."

A complex emotion flashed in the old ghost's eyes, but was quickly swallowed up by the darkness.

"Yun Yi, you and I are both from the martial arts world, why do we need to wade into this muddy water?"

The old ghost from the underworld asked in a deep voice, his voice floating in the wind, carrying a bit of vicissitudes and confusion.

"What about you? Since you have chosen to live in seclusion, you should know that the world is full of endless disputes. Why bother to enter the world again?"

Yun Yixianweng stood there quietly, his eyes firm and bright, as if he could see through this troubled world, looking straight into his heart, and spoke softly.

"Yun Yi, you are still so naive."

"How can we choose the disputes in this world?"

The old ghost from the underworld smiled slightly, and that smile revealed deep helplessness and understanding.

"Old ghost, you and I were both young and frivolous once. Although we are old now, how can the passion in our hearts cool down with the passage of time?"

"Although I have secluded myself from the world, I am seeing the turmoil in Daqian and the upheavals in the martial arts world. How can I sit back and watch?"

"I know my power is limited, but if I can use my limited power to bring a glimmer of hope to this chaotic world, why not do it?"

Immortal Yun Yi shook his head.

These words also reveal the persistence and innocence of Immortal Yun Yi.

He seemed to feel that he could shoulder the heavy responsibility of saving the world, and he would not hesitate even if this responsibility made him feel breathless.

The old ghost of the underworld looked at his old friend in front of him, feeling a surge of emotion in his heart.

He knew the character of Immortal Yun Yi very well; he was just that kind of person.

I always have an innocent dream and want to bring something more to this world.

(End of this chapter)