Chapter 501: The Immortal Questioning Conference Begins, a Battle of Swords and Sabers!

After Lu Ya punished him slightly, he no longer paid attention to the person who was hostile to him.

But he was still a little speechless in his heart. He was obviously a cultivator in the Nascent Soul Realm, and a Tianjiao cultivator under the age of 100. Why was he so emotional and did not know how to restrain his emotions?

Just when Lu Ya was still wondering, a voice suddenly came into his ears: "Brother Lu, it's been a long time since we parted at the Wan Yao Sect."

The voice was familiar. Lu Ya looked in the direction of the voice and saw Fang Anhe from the Lingming Sect sitting upright on the chair, smiling and bowing to him.

Lu Ya also smiled slightly, bowed in return, and sent a voice: "Brother Fang, it's indeed been a long time since we last met."

"Is Brother Lu going to participate in the Immortal Sect Competition this time?" Fang Anhe spoke in a gentle tone, giving people a feeling of spring breeze.

Lu Ya nodded and replied: "At the invitation of Daoist Fellow Jiang and Daoist Fellow Xiahou, we will go to the Wandao Emperor Sect to participate in the Immortal Gate Competition."

"Hahaha, if Daoist Brother Lu participates, then there will be no suspense in this Immortal Gate Competition." Fang Anhe said confidently.

Lu Ya shook his head helplessly, "Daoist Brother Fang really overestimates me. This Immortal Gate Competition brings together all the Tianjiao cultivators in the entire Tianyuan. I dare not say that I can definitely win the battle."

Fang Anhe raised his eyebrows: "If Daoist Brother Lu is more modest, we ordinary people will have no face to live in the world."

"If Daoist Fellow Fang is considered an ordinary person, then there will be no Tianjiao in this world." Lu Ya replied with a smile.

After a brief chat with Fang Anhe, Lu Ya turned his attention back to the field and looked at the battle stage quietly.

Different people in the stands talked and laughed with each other, telling their guesses about who would make it to the end.

At a certain moment when Lu Ya was concentrating on the platform, the sky sword named "Sword Immortal Peak" that spanned the sky suddenly burst into a burst of spiritual light.

The spiritual light surged, like a sword piercing the sky, standing together, forming a sword-shaped curtain wall connecting the sky and the earth.

Rumble!

There was a sound like surging waves rolling in.

Lu Ya looked up and saw that above this sword curtain, boundless sword energy was sweeping in.

The long river of sword energy reached the sky sword, like a giant dragon across the sky.

Many spectators who were discussing enthusiastically just now suddenly fell into silence. Even though they were all cultivators with great cultivation, they only felt deeply powerless and fearful in front of such a scene.

That was the supreme power that exceeded everyone present, and that was the terrifying pressure brought by the ultimate heavenly tribulation of the cultivator!

That was Mahayana! It was a true immortal!

The giant dragon of sword energy continuously washed the sword curtain, and the endless sword energy completely submerged everyone's sight, strangled everyone's throat, and blocked everyone's ears.

After a few breaths, all the sword energy suddenly disappeared at the same time like an illusion.

Outside the sword curtain was already empty.

Everything had disappeared, only a little light source seemed to have become the center of the sky, and it seemed like a natural black hole, attracting everyone's attention.

He just stood there quietly, as if he had never moved and had never appeared. Even the great power of the Refining Void Realm could not see through his face, and everyone could only see a corner of his Taoist robe.

The cultivators of Wulianghaiya stood up first, including Lu Ya and Jiang Daoying.

The headmaster of Qingshi Sword Pavilion also reacted, and immediately stood up. Wang Shahu and others did not dare to neglect and stood up together.

All the people on the top of the entire Sword Immortal stood up, bowed to the only existence above the sky, and shouted in unison: "Meet the True Immortal!"

The space seemed to solidify at this moment, and a kind of power that dominated the world was projected down.

Everyone present bowed their heads even lower as long as they felt that power.

Time became meaningless at this moment, as if thousands of years had passed, and as if it was just a blink of an eye. The only voice in the sky shook the world:

"Wulian Haiya, meet you all."

Lu Ya unconsciously raised his head and looked directly at the figure in the sky. Like everyone else, he couldn't help but shout:

"Meet the True Immortal!"

It was not until this moment that the pressure brought by the figure completely dissipated, but he still couldn't see his face.

Lu Ya looked up and transmitted his voice to Jiang Daoying: "Brother Jiang, could this be?"

Jiang Daoying was slightly startled, then slightly restrained his gaze, nodded slightly and transmitted his voice: "This is exactly the greatest confidence of Wuliang Haiya, one of the few True Immortal ancestors in the world who has survived the heavenly tribulation and achieved Mahayana."

Lu Ya's heart was indeed like this.

This is also the reason why the five major immortal gates are the five major immortal gates, because in each immortal gate there is such a supreme figure who has reached the Mahayana level, survived the heavenly tribulation, and achieved the status of a true immortal.

Only such a supreme figure can serve as the cornerstone of the immortal gate and allow the immortal gate to stand tall in the world.

The true immortal above the sky spoke again: "Everyone, come here to ask about immortality while you are in a good mood, and I hope you will return with satisfaction."

As soon as the voice fell, the figure suddenly disappeared, as if it had never appeared.

The entire Sword Immortal Peak instantly became quiet after this sentence, and everyone sat in the stands, holding their breath waiting for the start of the Immortal Questioning Conference.

Xiahou Jie's master Fang Taiqing's burly body was covered with a black Taoist robe. His face was serious. Even if he was the peak master of the immortal gate, he was slightly insufficient to preside over this Immortal Questioning Conference.

Just as everyone gathered on the battle stage, without any signs, a Taoist appeared out of thin air at the end of the Heavenly Sword.

This person was wearing a low-key and restrained Taoist robe with a white background and gold edges, and his snow-white Taoist bun was held up by an ebony sword sheath.

His face was old, and his white eyebrows drooped down to his chin, giving people a kind and benevolent look.

He looked around, and finally leaned against Wulianghaiya, facing the four directions of the world, and nodded slightly.

"Wulianhaiya Lanjian, meet all the Taoist friends."

The Taoist who appeared out of thin air was Lanjian Taoist, the great elder of Wulianghaiya.

His face was a little old, but his voice was like a magic sword sheathed, not showing off, but able to shock the listeners.

"This time, the Immortal Questioning Conference will be hosted by this old man." He said slowly.

He waved his hand, and the magic power spread out, and three sword platforms were born out of thin air from the Heavenly Sword, each of which was only ten feet long and five feet wide.

Xiahou Jie's explanation sounded in Lu Ya's ears at the right time: "Brother Lu, although these three sword platforms have only such a small range, once you enter the sword platform, you will find yourself in an extremely vast space."

"Sumeru can contain a mustard seed." Lu Ya thought to himself.

At the same time, he has become accustomed to it. If even a fairy gate does not have such a thing, it would be a bit ridiculous.

The three sword platforms rose, and then the sword-wielding Taoist said: "Many geniuses in the southern region, please enter."

He stepped onto the three sword platforms, his face was still old, but his voice suddenly gave birth to a sharpness: "You should all know the rules of the Asking Immortal Conference, and you all have your opponents.

But I have another word for all the geniuses: life and death are determined by fate, do what you can."

"Please enter the sword platform, all the geniuses!"

Not far from Lu Ya, Wang Shahu of the Qingshi Sword Pavilion stood up calmly. He took a step out, and his figure was like a sword out of its sheath.

With every step he took, a strong sword intent emerged from his body. With every step, a sword intent was generated. The sword intent became stronger and stronger. He became the focus of everyone's attention just by stepping out of the stands.

After five steps, he had already stepped into the sword platform in the middle.

And Wang Shahu's opponent also stood opposite him at this time.

It was a black-clothed monk standing with a sword on his back. Just by standing there, people could feel a sharp sword intent coming towards him.

Jidao Sword Alliance, Song Zhan!

Xiahou Jie's voice sounded: "Qingshi Sword Pavilion and Jidao Sword Alliance are both the top forces in the South Region. One uses swords and the other uses knives. Since ancient times, the dispute over swords and knives has never been cut off. The two forces have inevitably fallen into a dispute over swords and knives.

Every time there is a meeting to ask the immortals, there will be a battle between the top geniuses of Qingshi Sword Pavilion and Jidao Sword Alliance."

Lu Ya could hear that Xiahou Jie's voice was a little excited, and he couldn't help but look at this sword platform twice more.

He had naturally heard of the Jidao Sword Alliance, but because he had no intersection with the Jidao Sword Alliance, he only heard of it and did not know much about it.

Now it seems that Song Zhan's momentum is also very strong, almost forming a confrontation with Wang Shahu, which is really not weak.

The end of the two top forces in the Southern Region immediately attracted a lot of attention.

In contrast, the grudges on the other two sword platforms seemed less important.

Song Zhan's face was as cold as ice, and his fine stubble and long hair all revealed the loneliness of a swordsman.

He looked at Wang Shahu opposite him, his eyes were without any warmth, just silently waiting for something.

The same was true for Wang Shahu of Qingshi Sword Pavilion. The dispute between swords and knives can even be extended to the dispute of the Great Dao. For this reason, they and the Jidao Sword Alliance have tried to convince each other countless times.

After entering the sword platform, it is equivalent to entering a new world. The voices and eyes on the stands outside quickly faded away at this time.

The two of them waited in silence until the word "start".

"Swish!"

Then in the next moment, a dazzling sword light burst out from the sword platform, and the sharp aura locked onto Wang Shahu.

Song Zhan took a step forward, and with one step, he actually stepped on the air to create the kind of stacked traces that were distorted by power in the soft mud pit.

Suddenly!

With one step down, Song Zhan disappeared from the original place. A thousandth of a second later, he appeared in front of Wang Shahu with wind and thunder, and the long sword in his hand slashed down.

Where the blade passed, a very black silk thread spread out, and even the space was cut apart by this knife.

Facing Song Zhan's knife, Wang Shahu did not retreat even a step. He suddenly opened his mouth and spit out the surging sword energy, and a sword ball appeared in front of the world with the sword energy.

The moment the sword ball appeared, it stretched into a three-inch small sword in the sword energy. This sword was like a swimming dragon. After a quick turn in the air, it turned into a brilliant light and shot directly at Song Zhan's head.

Ding!

A sound of metal explosion resounded throughout the world of the sword platform. Even outside the sword platform, it was enough to shock people.

The three-inch sword ball turned, and Song Zhan took a step down, and his figure disappeared again.

Both of them were cultivators in the Nascent Soul Realm, and it was very likely that they were both Tianjiao cultivators who had achieved supernatural powers. The battle between the two was extremely fast.

Fortunately, everyone present had sufficient cultivation, and there were many water mirrors outside the sword platform, reflecting the movements of the two in the sword platform.

Therefore, it was a little difficult to see, but no one could not see the battle between them clearly.

Song Zhan's figure appeared dozens of feet away. The next moment he took another step down, and the same scene appeared again. He appeared in front of Wang Shahu again the next moment.

The long sword with an extremely narrow arc slashed down again. Wang Shahu's eyes were calm. He didn't mind his opponent's choice at all. Instead, he used the three-inch sword ball again and stabbed at Song Zhan's sword.

Another explosion!

Then there were continuous, sharp explosions one after another.

Song Zhan seemed to teleport, constantly appearing around Wang Shahu, with a sword light like a prison, almost completely submerging him.

His speed was so fast that even the water mirror outside the sword platform could only reveal a vague figure.

Within the short three breaths of the battle, Song Zhan of the Extreme Sword Alliance had already opened fire at full power, determined to kill Wang Shahu here.

Such dense sword lights and such dense attacks made the spectators almost forget to breathe.

Lu Ya looked at the fight between the two in the sword platform with a hint of interest.

This Song Zhan of the Extreme Sword Alliance was really strong. Facing the contemporary senior brother of the Blue Stone Sword Pavilion, he was still able to suppress him.

But this suppression was only temporary, because Lu Ya knew that Wang Shahu was definitely more than what he showed now.

So the next moment, in the sky full of sword lights, Wang Shahu stretched out his right hand and made a clenched gesture.

There was a flash of light, and the three-inch sword ball appeared in his palm like a swimming fish. As his arm swung out, the sword ball grew rapidly. When Wang Shahu swung out the sword completely, the sword had become no different from an ordinary sword.

The sword he swung out seemed ordinary, but with just this one sword, he cut off all the sword lights that came to attack.

After Wang Shahu swung out the sword, he stood still without moving at all. Song Zhan also returned to his previous position at the same time. At first glance, neither of them had changed at all, but in fact, the two had fought for hundreds of moves.

"Wow! It's exciting. You have to watch this kind of battle between cultivators with extraordinary cultivation. That feeling is unforgettable." Xiahou Jie exhaled fiercely, staring at the sword stage, watching the battle between the two people on the sword stage. (End of this chapter)