Song Qingshu's words were awe-inspiring and sonorous, causing the disciples to nod in agreement.
As expected of Song Qingshu, known as Jade Face Meng Chang. He was indeed worthy of being a disgrace to Wudang.
"This kid is so arrogant and doesn't put our six great sects in his eyes. I wonder which senior brother is willing to experience his brilliant moves?”
With Song Qingshu's shout, a few young disciples immediately stepped forward.
"I am Xu Ziwei, the sixth disciple of the Huashan Sect Master Shen Jizi. I am willing to accept your brilliant moves!”
"I am Chen Guan, the disciple of the Kunlun Sect's Master, Mr. Tie Qin, He Taichong. I am ranked 15th and specialize in killing scum of the martial arts world like you!”
"I am…"
Yan Chen glanced at Song Qingshu. He knew that Song Qingshu was unwilling to make a move because of his status, so he was not in a hurry. Anyway, these people would have to be sent away sooner or later. It didn't matter if he came earlier or later.
He glanced at the seven people who stood out. Five of them were from the six major sects, and the other two were from unknown small sects.
"There are so many of you. It's a bit of a drag to come one by one.”
Shaking his head, Yan Chen flicked his wrist and unsheathed his sword. He took a few steps forward and looked at these people with a bright smile on his face.
"All of you, come at me together!"
His white clothes fluttered in the wind and his sword was like autumn water. He really looked like Young Master Wushuang. His light words revealed supreme sharpness and dominance, which made the female disciples of the orthodox sects stare straight at him.
Xu Ziwei, Chen Guan, and the others who stood out looked at each other. Although Yan Chen's words made their expressions a little ugly, they had lived and practiced martial arts in famous sects for many years. Their eyesight was not something these bandits could compare to.
This kid's aura was long and stable, and his internal strength was extremely deep.
Although his stance was casual, there was not the slightest flaw. Just by looking at his internal energy cultivation, he was at least a second-rate expert.
Even if they had more people, they could not be careless!
Although it was unfair to win with numbers, if they lost, they would lose even more face.
These people of the righteous sects loved their face more than their lives. They chose the lesser of the two evils.
"What an arrogant brat. Since you're courting death, we'll fulfill your wish!”
The seven of them looked at each other and immediately shouted together to attack at the same time!
Song Qingshu clenched his fists tightly, a little nervous.
Of course, he could tell that not only was Yan Chen's appearance and temperament far superior to his, but his martial arts were also not weak.
These seven people shouldn't be his match. He could only hope that they could make him expend a lot of energy before he made a move to settle the matter!
In the crowd, Zhou Zhiruo frowned slightly.
Seven against one, wasn't this bullying?
Although she knew that there was a difference between good and evil, she still felt that something was wrong.
With such a bearing, even if he was a mountain bandit, Ye Mo would not be an evil person. He only hoped that he would not be defeated by this kind of person who won with numbers…
Everyone had their own thoughts. Yan Chen smiled. Everything seemed to be within his expectations.
Seven swords attacked from seven directions!
The Kunlun Sect's Kunlun Two Elements Sword!
Huashan Sect's Huayue Tri-god Peak!
The Kongtong Sect's Seven Wounds Five Elements Sword!
Although the seven of them weren't strong in martial arts, their moves were amazing. They only wanted to end the battle as quickly as possible, so they used the ultimate killing moves of their respective sects!
A sword technique that had been passed down for so many years was naturally extraordinary. Its moves were magical and unpredictable.
Yan Chen, who was dressed in white, had all his escape routes and acupoints sealed by the sword shadows.
Song Qingshu frowned slightly. If he was surrounded like this, how would he resolve it?
He was confident that his martial arts was the best among the younger generation of the six great sects, but when he saw the momentum of the seven people attacking together, even Song Qingshu believed that he would definitely not be able to escape!
These seven swords were condensed from the essence of martial arts from various sects for hundreds of years. Although they were not proficient, they were excellent in their sword moves and had many variations!
"Looks like I don't have to do it myself!”
Song Qingshu secretly heaved a sigh of relief.
……
In an instant, seven swords arrived!
Yan Chen was still holding his sword and did not move. Some of the disciples from the various large sects had already cried out in surprise. They could even see the tragic death of this white-robed youth in the next second.
Only the bandits remained calm, as if they didn't care about anything at all.
Among the bandits, Li Tieniu sneered and shook his head.""Motherf * cker, how can such a slow sword art be the Young Marshal's match?”
Yan Chen shook his head lightly, disappointment flashing across his eyes.
Was this the strength of the disciples of the six major sects?
He had really overestimated these people.
He didn't say a word. When the seven swords were about to pierce his vital points, he attacked at lightning speed!
Swoosh--
The sword in Yan Chen's hand was as fast as a bolt of lightning. However, it lacked the brilliance of the lightning and had an invisible killing intent!
At that moment, the entire bamboo forest seemed to have stopped because of the speed of this sword.
When the Flying Swordsman Hoodlum's [Swift Sword] reached the peak, the enemy didn't even see the movement of his sword before he died.
Although Yan Chen had yet to reach that realm, he was already terrifyingly fast!
"Ding ding dang dang…"
The seven swords fell to the ground at the same time.
Plop, plop, plop…
The seven corpses slowly fell to the ground.
Yan Chen was still standing there with his sword in his hand, as if he had not moved at all.
However, the bodies of the seven orthodox disciples fell down one after another.
After they fell to the ground, blood gushed out from their throats. The dense forest was instantly filled with the smell of blood.
Everyone's breathing stopped.
Zhou Zhiruo's mouth was slightly agape, and her beautiful eyes were wide open. She was in complete disbelief.
What happened just now?
Her eyesight was considered outstanding among the third generation disciples of the righteous path. Even she could not see what had happened just now, let alone the others!
Ding Minjun took a few steps back, her face full of fear.
Was it a demonic technique? Evil?
Cold sweat trickled down Song Qingshu's forehead, and his fingernails almost dug into his palms.
Among the people present, he was the only one who saw the clue!
With lightning speed, Yan Chen stabbed his sword seven times and stabbed seven people's throats!
Due to the extreme speed, even the sound of the seven swords falling to the ground and the seven corpses falling to the ground sounded at the same time!
"What a fast sword…" Song Qingshu's eyes were cold. At this moment, he no longer dared to underestimate this group of mountain bandits.
If they were not careful, the reputation of Wudang Sect and the other sects would be ruined here!
Why was there such an expert among the bandits?
How could the sword be so fast?
"Disciples of the six great sects. If that's all, it's really disappointing!”
Yan Chen's face still carried a warm smile like the spring breeze. He sighed lightly, and the blood on the sword in his hand slowly dripped, adding a bit of a flirtatious aura." I originally wanted to do my part as the host, but you guys are ruthless. Since the sword in my hand is already stained with blood…"
"Everyone, please stay on White Mountain.”
"Arrogant!"
Song Qingshu shouted and pointed at Yan Chen.""Aren't you afraid of the crazy revenge of our generation after killing these senior brothers today?”
"I'll kill whoever kills me!" Yan Chen smiled." Come at me together. I'm afraid this is your only chance.”
"Brat, you don't know the immensity of heaven and earth. Today, we will definitely not let you off!”
"Hmph, he's just a group of bandits. How could he be someone who has seen the world? Today, we will definitely make him die without a burial place!”
"This is indeed an evil act. Today, I will definitely not let these mountain bandits off and kill them all!”
Although the orthodox disciples were stunned by Yan Chen's fast and devilish sword technique, they were still a group of hot-blooded young men and women. Being provoked like this, they insulted their sect and immediately cursed and wanted to charge forward.
Song Qingshu was a proud son of the heavens. When had he ever been looked down upon like this?
You want to fight a hundred of us alone?
He felt like his lungs were about to explode from anger.
He waved his hand and stopped everyone.
Song Qingshu strode into the arena, the long sword in his hand drawing a beautiful sword flower.
"Song Qingshu of Wudang Sect, please enlighten me!”
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