Longevity: My Talents Are a Bit Abundant

The same place.

Shen Xuan stood firm, as imposing as a mountain.

The sword light of Bishui Sword shot straight into the sky, vast and mighty.

In front of Shen Xuan.

The Water Purification Bottle soared out.

The mouth of the bottle spewed a huge column of water, spreading in all directions, transforming into waves of water mist.

Amidst the heavy pressure of dense demonic qi.

Shen Xuan not only did not retreat.

But instead, he was stirred with a sense of fervor.

Accustomed to enduring.

Always feeling somewhat unjust.

Originally, I was just here to watch the show.

Nangong Guang was relentless, gravely injuring the loose cultivator Tie Wenda.

Among them, there was certainly a reason for Tie Wenda's overestimation of his abilities.

But Nangong Guang, targeting Shen Xuan so directly, and launching a sneak attack, also roused his anger.

"If there must be a battle, then let it be!"

Shen Xuan thought to himself.

He would still need to stay in Cyan Yang Prefecture for another eleven years.

The struggle between the Dao and Demon of the Song and Liang countries certainly wouldn't end that quickly.

In that case.

A gleam flashed in Shen Xuan's eyes.

The White Deceit Shield flew out of his hand, expanding in the wind in mid-air.

Shen Xuan formed a spell, [Infinite Strength], [Iron Bone], [Critical Strike], [Water Control]...

Then, the White Deceit Shield flew back to Shen Xuan's hand, emanating rays of silver-white spiritual light.

"Boom!"

Shen Xuan held the White Deceit Shield, forcefully receiving Hou Feifan's staff strike coming from above.

Accompanied by a series of explosive sounds, Shen Xuan's feet sank deep into the ground, submerged more than halfway.

Centered around him, the ground for hundreds of meters cracked with countless fractures, forming deep grooves.

Shen Xuan slowly raised his gaze.

As if a mass of red flames were burning.

On the other side.

Wu Yulan's Female and Male Demon Swords were pursued and assaulted by more than a dozen Dark Ice Fish released from the Bishui Sword.

In the end, the sword body of the Female and Male Demon Swords was coated with thick ice, heavy and about to fall, causing Wu Yulan to retract them.

However, Nangong Guang wasn't so lucky.

The Cold Ice Divine Dragon formed by the Bishui Sword roared skywards, the sword's cry resounding through the clouds.

A flash of azure sword light disappeared in an instant.

As if ignoring the spatial distance.

Along the path the sword light passed, a transparent path of ice appeared.

Nangong Guang's heart trembled in fear.

In his line of sight, the terrifying sword light shooting towards him made his mind shatter.

"This sword light! It's definitely not just ordinary Ice Soul Sword Intent!"

"In it, there's also some extremely powerful form of qi!"

"Unbeatable!"

Nangong Guang made a decisive decision.

Formed a spell, demonic qi surged wildly throughout his body.

The Blood Shadow Sword flew backwards, entering his Sea of Consciousness.

Then, a layer of Blood Shadow Demonic Qi appeared on his demonic body, achieving human sword unity to turn and escape.

He didn't even have time to recall the Blood Spirit Demon Tower and the Ghost Night Demon, five souls working in unison.

"Hope it can hold him back a bit!"

Sword intent chilling to the core!

Sword Qi Soaring!

The moment the Blood Spirit Demon Tower came into contact with the Bishui Sword, it emitted a loud bang.

The tower's demonic qi suddenly dimmed.

The next moment, it reverted to its original form, falling to the ground.

Blocking Nangong Guang from behind, the Ghost Night Demon and the five souls working in unison.

Panic-stricken, they fled.

Caught up by the Bishui Sword.

In just a few breaths, the Ghost Night Demon and the five souls working in unison let out a series of sharp cries and howls.

In the sword light of the Ice Soul Water Qi, their soul power shattered, turning into countless fragments.

Then, a buzzing sound surged.

Three to four thousand Shadow-devouring Demon Insects, the size of fists, raised a black cloud, greedily sucking in the soul power fragments remaining in the air.

The endless Spirit Water transformed into waves of icy mist.

Shen Xuan's body slowly rose from the deep pit.

His aura, instead of diminishing, had increased!

In his Dantian Dao Foundation Spirit Sea, strands of pure spiritual power accelerated its circulation throughout his five viscera and six bowels.

The majestic spiritual power continued to pour into the White Deceit Shield in his hand.

In an instant, Shen Xuan exerted force again, from bottom to top, wielding the shield to fiercely smash towards Hou Feifan in mid-air.

The dense killing intent spread wantonly.

With a "dang" sound.

Hou Feifan, known for his strength, was knocked away along with his staff under the smash of the White Deceit Shield.

Shen Xuan's body erupted with arcs of thunder and lightning.

The next moment, Shen Xuan appeared behind the frantically escaping Nangong Guang.

Reached out and beckoned.

The Bishui Sword flew into his hand.

His gaze fixing on the figure accelerating in escape.

A hint of disdain flashed in his eyes.

"The Saint Child of the Demon Sect's top three sects, Blood Spirit Sect, bah!"

For some reason, Shen Xuan felt a strange excitement in his heart.

This was the first time in several years he had gone all out.

Just in time to test whether he could directly kill a Late Stage Demon Foundation Saint Child.

"Slash!"

The Bishui Sword let out a dragon's roar once more, suddenly accelerating, fiercely shooting towards the embarrassed fleeing blood shadow.

Nangong Guang spat out a mouthful of essence blood.

The Blood Shadow Sword flew out at high speed.

The two swords clashed.

The Blood Shadow Sword held for only a moment before its blood aura dispersed, being knocked away, its sword body dim and without luster.

The Bishui Sword's momentum unchecked, continued to shoot towards Nangong Guang's demonic body.

Nangong Guang let out a strange cry.

Demonic qi rolled wildly from his body, revealing a layer of demonic qi shield.

Then, he sprang open a demon umbrella with his hand, firmly receiving the Bishui Sword.

With a "boom" sound.

Nangong Guang flew backward.

Shen Xuan retracted the Bishui Sword.

Looking into the distance.

Nangong Guang had already used the rapid shooting force of the Bishui Sword to accelerate his escape, vanishing without a trace in an instant.

"What a pity!"

Though this sword wounded Nangong Guang, it did not meet Shen Xuan's expectations.

Probably after three to five years of recuperation, he could recover.

Behind, came the sound of breaking through the air.

Hou Feifan swung the Chaotic Heaven Staff, smashing towards him.

"Roll!"

The White Deceit Shield again radiated brightly, a massive surge of spiritual power flooding into it like a tidal wave.

The shield and staff met.

Hou Feifan was once again knocked away, covered in dust.

"Can't beat him, run!"

An indescribable fear instantly surged in Hou Feifan's heart.

He is a person who is decisive in killing and fighting.

He looked incredulously at Shen Xuan, then once again raised the Chaotic Heaven Staff and smashed it onto the ground.

With both person and staff, he escaped into the earth.

"Troublesome!"

Shen Xuan leapt into the air.

Guarding against Hou Feifan using the Earth Escape Technique to launch a surprise attack on him.

However, he was overthinking it.

When Hou Feifan reappeared, he was beside Wu Yulan, joining the Demon Cultivators.

Beside him was the pale-faced Nangong Guang, who had just returned, his features twisted and deformed, seeping blood.

Clearly heavily injured.

At this moment, on the Cyan Cloud Sect's side.

Silence prevailed.

Twenty-seven pairs of eyes were all focused on Shen Xuan.

Astonishment, envy, admiration...

So many emotions, extremely complex.

He Zhengming stood beside Shen Xuan.

At this moment, he instinctively stood side by side.

Not surpassing Shen Xuan's position.

Behind them, four disciples in succession stood apart.

The disciples of the Cyan Cloud Sect and the Loose Cultivators quickly gathered around them.

Standing behind them.

Even the injured Tie Wenda forcibly stood upright after swallowing a wound medicine at the very back.

Shen Xuan looked coldly at the opposite side.

The atmosphere was heavy.

Time froze.

After a long while.

He Zhengming's voice transmission came: "Junior Brother Shen, are you okay!"

"I'm fine!"

"The Zhao Family has betrayed, and there are still Junior Brother Zhou and others in Tiger Stream Ridge. It's not suitable to fight for long now."

If Zhou Haoyu, Lin the Pill Master, and Dai the Artifact Master were lost.

No matter how many Demon Cultivators were killed, it wouldn't make up for He Zhengming's mistakes.

"Soon, I will hold off Hou Feifan, and Junior Brother Shen will lead everyone to destroy them, defeating these Demon Cultivators first!"

On the opposite side, the three major Demon Cultivators, Nangong Guang was injured and not a concern.

Wu Yulan, being a woman and an Array Master, had slightly weaker combat capabilities.

As long as Hou Feifan was entangled.

With Shen Xuan's combat power, he could definitely cause havoc.

"Okay! Senior Brother He, please hold on."

Shen Xuan looked coldly at the multitude of Demon Cultivators opposite.

Honestly, after crossing over, witnessing so much life and death, he didn't see right or wrong as heavily anymore.

But it didn't mean he could accept these Demon Cultivators' actions.

Devouring the blood sacrifices of cultivators and mortals to summon Demon Realm's Demon God.

They had become something neither human nor ghost, worse than Demon Beasts!

Many Demon Beasts understand unity and cooperation, forming teams to hunt and survive together.

Shen Xuan took a deep breath.

His eyes flashed, decision already made in his heart.

The sky filled with icy mist crazily surged into Shen Xuan's body.

Shen Xuan opened his mouth, and a strange sound suddenly erupted forth.

Sound like thunder, force like the rushing sea.

An invisible wave, like overturning rivers and seas, rolled towards the Demon Cultivator group.

It was the talent skill of the ancient Divine Beast Kui Niu: [Vigorous Shock].

Over a year, Shen Xuan had been practicing this vocal technique day and night, and now it had reached a minor achievement.

The thunderous sound was imposing, resounding through the heavens and earth, deafening.

Demon Cultivators with slightly weaker power felt as if struck by thunder, their magic power chaotic.

The rest of the Demon Cultivators felt their magic power stagnate and their aura decline.

"Junior Brother Shen's Divine Technique!"

"Kill!"

He Zhengming was the first to charge forward.

Four disciples followed closely behind.

The rest, seeing this, all summoned their magical treasures and charged forward.

However.

At the forefront.

Were Shen Xuan's three Golden Body Taiyin Corpse Beasts.

Blocking numerous magical treasures and talisman attacks from the Demon Cultivators.

On the Demon Cultivator's side.

Hou Feifan, Wu Yulan, and Nangong Guang exchanged glances.

"No, without the support of an array, it would be too costly to fight hard, let's retreat first!"

Nangong Guang said urgently.

Wu Yulan also shook her head: "Old Hou, Shen Xuan is too tricky, let's fight another time!"

"Alright!"

Saying so, Hou Feifan escaped into the earth and immediately disappeared.

Nangong Guang didn't say much either, transforming into a bloody light to flee.

He didn't need to be faster than Shen Xuan's Thunder Escape Technique.

He just needed to be faster than the fellow Demon Cultivators.

Wu Yulan didn't hesitate any longer.

With a wave of her hand.

A magic power warship quickly sped in, picking up her and a few trusted Demon Cultivators.

After blasting a few shots from the Magic Energy Cannon to slightly cover the remaining Demon Cultivators, it turned and sped away.

The remaining Demon Cultivators, seeing the three major leaders retreating first, each used their skills, breaking into pieces, and fled in all directions.

Such are Demon Cultivators!

High morale in success.

A scattered mess in adversity.

Some Demon Cultivators were intercepted by Cyan Cloud Sect cultivators.

The two sides engaged in battle once more.

Either magical treasures or demon treasures, or talismans, or ghostly creatures, or sword light...

The entire area was filled with continuous roars, screams, and shouts of anger.

Seven or eight Demon Cultivators who didn't escape in time fought alone and were eventually killed one by one by He Zhengming and others.

Afterward.

He Zhengming commanded everyone to quickly clean up the battlefield.

"Junior Brother Shen, we are going back to Tiger Stream Ridge! To rescue Junior Brother Zhou and the others!"

Shen Xuan shook his head.

His aura rapidly declined.

A look of extreme fatigue appeared on his face.

"Senior Brother He, you go!"

"Shen used a Secret Technique to forcibly enhance my strength, and now the time is up, suffering a backlash, I need to return to Rain Listening Pavilion to recuperate!"

"Ah!"

Upon hearing this.

The people around seemed to have seen something unbelievable, each showing a startled expression.

Thinking back.

Shen Xuan's words made sense.

After all, he was an Early Stage Foundation Establishment cultivator.

In a very short time, he faced three opponents, and they were the three giants of the Demon Cultivators in Cyan Yang Prefecture.

Severely wounding Nangong Guang, confronting and repelling Hou Feifan, forcing Wu Yulan to retreat.

Such a battle record, unheard of!

How could there be no cost!

"Junior Brother Shen, is there anything I, your Senior Brother, can do to help you?"

He Zhengming asked with a complicated look of concern.