Chapter 142 The harvest is not small
In the vast and boundless foggy square, everything was silent. Only a purple robe fluttered in the wind and the shadow of a sword could be seen. Shangguan Jiannan was walking alone in the square with sharp eyes and cautious steps.
Thinking about the Yuanling Stone treasure in Lingtai Palace in his mind, he was secretly delighted with the more than ten Yuanling Stones he had obtained in his bag, but he knew that this was only the tip of the iceberg and more resources needed to be plundered.
As a lone ranger, he acts cautiously, picking on the weak and avoiding strong enemies, striving for safety and efficiency.
As he went deeper, the number of warriors around him gradually decreased, and the spiritual energy became more and more dense. Shangguan Jiannan's strength quietly increased, but he also realized that the moment of the decisive battle was approaching.
On the square, the sect disciples were constantly quarreling, and the fight for the Yuanling Stones was becoming increasingly fierce, and everyone was gathering towards the Lingtai Palace, which would become the final place of peace and the end point of the fight for resources.
"Alas..." Shangguan Jiannan sighed, and his thoughts returned to the journey before. Although the master he met by chance looked very impressive, he only got two spirit stones as a reward in the end. This made him deeply realize the hardship of becoming a strong man and the difficulty of getting rewards.
He looked around and saw that there were only mediocre people around him, and their spoils were naturally pitiful. Shangguan Jiannan shook his head helplessly, but his eyes became more determined, and he kept moving forward.
In front of him, the Lingtai Palace was emitting a brilliant light, penetrating the fog like a bright beacon guiding the direction of progress. Shangguan Jiannan quickened his pace and approached the Lingtai Palace. However, just as he was about to arrive, his face suddenly became solemn and alert, as if he sensed some great danger.
He knew that the real test was coming, and he needed to be extra cautious with every step. On this battlefield full of fog and opportunities, Shangguan Jiannan, wearing a purple robe and holding a long sword, resolutely embarked on his own journey.
In the midst of the fog, faint sounds of conversation passed through the thin mist and reached Shangguan Jiannan's ears.
"Brother Sun Ruhai, we are so lucky this time!" A disciple said excitedly. Another disciple echoed: "Yes, if we continue to maintain this state, our Xingxiu Sword Sect will definitely be able to get rid of the bottom of the top ten sects!" The third disciple continued: "Indeed, this is all thanks to the leadership and guidance of Brother Sun Ruhai!" The compliments from the crowd came one after another. Shangguan Jiannan stood quietly not far away, listening carefully to their conversation, his face slightly solemn.
Sun Ruhai responded with a smile: "Everyone has worked hard, but we can't let our guard down. Lingtai Palace is not far away, we must be careful and not let our previous efforts go to waste. If we encounter a powerful enemy again, our chances of winning will be greater." There was a hint of satisfaction in his voice, but then he gave a serious reminder.
The other disciples nodded in agreement, with a respectful attitude. Shangguan Jiannan quietly hid in the mist, but his mind was full of thoughts. The whispered conversations of these people evoked some fragments of his memories of Xingxiu Sword Sect. As one of the top ten sects, Xingxiu Sword Sect ranked at the bottom. Sun Ruhai was the best among the younger generation in the sect. His swordsmanship had reached the middle and late stages of the king realm, ranking in the top three in the sect. He secretly estimated the number and pace of those people and found that their strengths seemed uneven.
Shangguan Jiannan thought: "From their conversation, they should have gained a lot this time."
Shangguan Jiannan pondered in his heart and quickly worked out a countermeasure.
He took a deep breath and looked at the figure that was gradually moving away with a firm gaze.
"Time waits for no one, so we have no choice but to take a risk."
Shangguan Jiannan made up his mind, and a look of determination flashed in his eyes.
He suddenly drew his sword, the sword flashed, and a look of determination appeared on his face.
His figure moved like a ghost, quickly moving through the fog and heading straight for the target.
In the end, Shangguan Jiannan's figure turned into a stream of light and chased relentlessly, vowing to fight for a glimmer of hope in this moment when fog and opportunity coexist.
Shangguan Jiannan slowed down his pace and moved carefully between the light and shadow.
Several figures appeared and disappeared, making him more alert.
Suddenly, his figure jumped up like a ghost, and then a deafening roar broke through the sky, and the space trembled.
Just as the people of Xingxiu Sword Sect had recovered from the shock, they were ambushed. Everything happened too suddenly, in just a few breaths.
The disciples panicked and looked around, trying to catch the trace of the purple shadow, but found that there was no one around except a fiery purple afterimage.
"Who are you and how dare you provoke me!" Angry shouts rang out one after another, and angry faces were clearly revealed.
At this time, Sun Ruhai was not willing to be outdone. He drew his sword, surrounded by blue light, and pointed it directly at Shangguan Jiannan.
The two men clashed in an instant, the collision sound was deafening, one red and one blue, fire and water intertwined, triggering a shrill hissing and curling green smoke.
Shangguan Jiannan was surprised, the Slaying Heaven Sword and his own swordsmanship were not ordinary, they were not inferior even when facing a mid-stage Sword King, but now its power was greatly reduced.
"How could this be?" He looked incredulous.
Before he could think about it, Sun Ruhai was already pressing forward step by step, his sword force sweeping towards him like a tide.
"I thought he was a master of the Heavenly Sword Sect, but he turned out to be an unknown person."
He sneered, "Going alone is courting death!" The air was filled with mist and sword shadows, heading straight for Shangguan Jiannan.
Feeling an unprecedented chill, his heart shuddered and he retreated violently. He sheathed the Sky-Slaying Sword, and the crimson light suddenly surged, vowing to turn the tide.
Shangguan Jiannan's body was tightly wrapped in sword light, and the long sword trembled slightly, releasing countless streams of light in an instant, which collided violently with the water vapor condensed by Sun Ruhai in mid-air, causing a deafening roar and shaking the air.
The disciples of Xingxiu Sword Sect fled in all directions and no one dared to approach.
"The Tianjian Sect has produced many strong people, and Xie Xiaotian and Liu Chunjiang cannot describe them all."
Amid the explosion, Shangguan Jiannan's palm trembled slightly, and the cold voice penetrated the noise.
The light of the Killing Heaven Sword suddenly increased, and the temperature around him rose suddenly. He seemed to be ignited by the will to fight, and his movements became more and more wild.
There was a constant hissing sound as the two forces clashed fiercely in mid-air, quickly dissipated, and then a violent airflow raged.
Sun Ruhai could hardly hold on, his face turned pale, he staggered backwards, and finally fell heavily, blood oozing from the corners of his mouth.
Shangguan Jiannan landed on the ground, still gasping for breath, but with the joy of victory flashing in his eyes.
The Xingxiu Sword Sect disciples were horrified upon seeing this, and several of them took advantage of the chaos to escape.
"Want to escape?" Shangguan Jiannan's eyes flashed, his body jumped up suddenly, and the Slaying Heaven Sword followed him like a shadow.
Before the fugitives could react, they fell to the ground wailing, unable to fight back.
Seeing this scene, Shangguan Jiannan smiled and began to search everyone. Soon, a look of surprise that was hard to conceal appeared on his face.