It looked easy, but to achieve perfection, this one Sword Qi almost completely drained Song Yan.

He swayed unsteadily and immediately sat down, taking out a Medicinal Pill to consume, slowly regulating his breathing.

The commotion here was quite significant, drawing the attention of everyone in the field.

Jiang Xiao cursed under his breath, "What a waste!"

Li Qingfeng’s eyes revealed a look of shock; he was truly astonished by his Senior Brother’s skill in wielding a Flying Sword.

In a moment of distraction, he was almost pierced through the stomach by a Disciple from Hanging Sword Mountain.

"Huh?...This person isn’t controlled by an illusion, is he?"

If this person were manipulated by an illusion, then now that Bai Yu Lu had been sent to the Western Heavens by his own Senior Brother, his illusion should have been broken.

Li Qingfeng thought to himself, "Damn it, Senior Brother Song’s methods are so amazing."

"Fat Li, oh Fat Li, you also need to show some real skill!"

"Otherwise, people will look down on you!"

He also stopped testing and held up a white Medicinal Pill in his hand.

If one looked closely, they would find that this Medicinal Pill was made of many Spiritual Grains glued together.

He swallowed the Spiritual Grain Medicinal Pill, chewed it thoroughly, and then swallowed it.

"Hmm?"

Song Yan slowly opened his eyes, looking at Li Qingfeng with some confusion.

"Junior Brother Li’s Spiritual Qi..."

He was not mistaken; Junior Brother Li, who was entangled with the Hanging Sword Mountain Disciple in the field, his Spiritual Qi Realm seemed to be slowly rising.

After a few breaths, Li Qingfeng’s Spiritual Qi power had actually risen from Qi Refining Stage 4 to Stage 5, and was even climbing towards Qi Refining Stage 6!

The cleaver in his hand suddenly swirled, circling beside him.

Li Qingfeng opened his eyes, and the iron pot, which had always been used for defense, slowly shrank and returned to his waist.

"Brother, this is also to let you rest in peace behind me..."

"Don’t blame me, your little brother, for my crude methods."

He gripped the cleaver and charged directly towards the Hanging Sword Mountain Disciple.

"?"

Song Yan was dumbfounded.

Li Qingfeng’s figure erupted like a wild ox charging into battle, the cleaver in his hand glowing with a bluish-gray cold light.

The Hanging Sword Mountain Disciple instinctively raised his sword to block; the sword body collided with the cleaver, but an eerie scene unfolded.

The cleaver suddenly slid to one side, its blade cutting diagonally along the sword’s spine, as precisely as a butcher dissecting an ox’s bones and tendons.

"Hiss."

The cleaver suddenly flipped and twisted, its edge just barely scraping past the thinnest part of the opponent’s protective Spiritual Qi.

The Hanging Sword Mountain Disciple stumbled backward, but Li Qingfeng, having gained the advantage, showed no mercy. In a few breaths, he had spun and closed in to within three inches, the back of his cleaver "slapping" the opponent’s left Jianjing acupoint, causing his entire arm to instantly go limp.

That person instinctively manipulated his Flying Sword, which glowed brightly.

Li Qingfeng formed a Dao incantation with his hand, and Spiritual Qi actually condensed into fine serrations on the surface of the cleaver.

When the Hanging Sword Mountain Disciple formed a sword incantation, that dull gray cleaver had already cut into his Meridians like a butcher dissecting an ox.

Li Qingfeng’s sleeve was torn by Sword Qi.

But the cleaver moved along the opponent’s major acupoints, each strike precisely dissecting key acupoints where Spiritual Qi circulated.

The last cut swept across the Qi Sea.

"Pfft!"

The Hanging Sword Mountain Disciple maintained his sword-raising posture, but at this moment, he finally collapsed to the ground with a thud.

Blood gushed from his body like a fountain, as if he were a disassembled human-shaped animal.

Song Yan’s throat moved, and he couldn’t help but swallow a mouthful of saliva.

But very quickly, Li Qingfeng deflated like a punctured ball, his Spiritual Qi rapidly draining, and he collapsed to the ground: "Oh my... Little Pang is exhausted."

What a strange secret art... Song Yan was also shocked by the precision and ruthlessness of that blade technique. As he pondered, he realized that if he were to fight a life-or-death battle with Junior Brother Li Qingfeng, he wouldn’t be entirely confident of victory.

However, this secret art should have some limitations.

Li Qingfeng lay sprawled on the ground, breathing heavily, his Spiritual Qi also somewhat unstable.

At this moment, Song Yan had recovered a little: "Junior Brother Li, I’ll go rescue Junior Sister Gu."

"Okay!"

Li Qingfeng had to use all his strength just to shout that one word, "Okay."

Song Yan quickly stepped forward, only to see that the small part of the blood cocoon that Qin Ying had cut off was now slowly wriggling and repairing itself in an extremely strange manner.

He summoned his Flying Sword, and Sword Qi surged.

Chii, chii.

In no time, he cut and peeled off the blood threads that were stuck to the blue-white Spiritual Light.

Then he put away his Flying Sword, picked up Gu Qingqing in his arms, and with a few leaps, moved away from the battlefield of the two Foundation Establishment experts.

His Divine Sense swept over her, but he found that he couldn’t detect Gu Qingqing’s physical injuries.

He clearly saw the girl in his arms, but his Divine Sense probe was empty.

This solidified Spiritual Light was truly miraculous.

Li Qingfeng recovered some strength, scrambling and crawling to Song Yan’s side.

"Senior Brother, should we go help Senior Sister Qin?"

"?"

"Are you crazy?"

Song Yan’s face was full of question marks; it was the first time he had cursed in front of someone who wasn’t from Stone Ridge Village.

"They are Immortals fighting; we should just be happy to survive with all our limbs intact."

"Senior Sister Qin’s strength is unfathomable; defeating that little demonic cultivator is just a matter of time..."

Li Qingfeng hesitated, looked at the sky, then at Song Yan, and finally spoke: "But, I always feel that Senior Sister Qin’s aura... is getting weaker and weaker."

"Hmm?"

Song Yan gazed intently.

Above Peach Blossom Dock, blood mist surged.

Qin Ying hovered in mid-air, her clothes fluttering in the blood mist and icy wind. Frost Qi condensed on her fingertips, and dozens of ice shards suddenly formed, shooting towards Jiang Xiao with a whistling sound.

Her brows were deeply furrowed, and she lowered her gaze.

She saw that the edges of her arms were gradually being covered by scattered crimson spots on the surface of her skin.

The strange thing was that her protective Spiritual Qi showed no reaction at all.

"Fellow Daoist, once you enter my Blood Refining Great Formation, no matter how you manipulate your Spiritual Qi, it will be in vain."

"Here, I am the Dominator..."

Jiang Xiao sneered and raised his hand; turbid blood waves surged from the ancient well, forming a hideous ghost face in mid-air.

"Hahahahaha... What a load of rubbish Sect Immortal Mountain!"

His gaze was cruel and resolute: "Whoever can achieve the Dao, whoever can attain eternal life..."

"Only they deserve to be called ’Immortal’!!!"

The moment the ice shards pierced the blood waves, the dark red plasma suddenly boiled, engulfing all the ice and steaming with a foul white smoke.

The Flying Sword burning with black flames beside him suddenly trembled, and its body erupted with dazzling black light, striking directly at Qin Ying’s throat.

Clang!

A mirror stood before Qin Ying, emitting faint ripples of cold Qi around it.

Qin Ying could no longer hide it and began to breathe lightly; the crimson, decaying substance had already climbed onto her fair shoulders.

"You truly have many treasures..."

"Good, once I kill you, they will all be mine..."

"It’s just a pity that your body won’t have the chance to be savored properly..."

Jiang Xiao’s eyes held deep regret as he formed a strange Dao incantation with his hand.

The blood-colored great formation suddenly roared, and the kneeling villagers all twitched, crimson trickles seeping from their seven orifices and slowly floating towards the sky, gathering around Jiang Xiao, whose body glowed with intense blood light.

"Only under the Blood Refining Great Formation do I have the chance to wield this Immortal Sword..."

Jiang Xiao was completely immersed in the pleasure of having power, seeming somewhat reluctant to let go.

"Clang!"

Qin Ying’s pupils contracted sharply.

"So fast!"

The protective Spiritual Mirror, having only blocked the second sword, was already on the verge of collapsing.

The Flying Sword was just inches from Qin Ying’s face; looking up, the black demonic flames came with fierce momentum.