Mount Song! This was one of the five mountains, with steep peaks and jagged rocks. It was famous in the martial arts world.
This was all because of the Shaolin Temple on Shaoshi Mountain! He has always been the leader of the martial arts world in the Central Plains. He is a legend that has not fallen for thousands of years!
In the past few decades, Mount Song Sect had risen to prominence. The sect leader, Zuo Lengchan, had joined forces with the Five Mountain Sword Sect and became the leader of the alliance. With the 13 Guardians of Mount Song as his wings, his reputation grew. Although he was still not as strong as Shaolin Temple, he was gradually becoming an equal.
Especially since Zuo Lengchan was an ambitious man of his generation and was currently plotting the merging of the five mountains. Once this plan succeeded, even Shaolin and Wudang might be able to compete with him!
Unfortunately, Zuo Lengchan's plan to dominate the martial arts world was destined to fail. He did not even know the reason for his failure. It was because someone he had never provoked had already noticed him!
However, the martial world had been like this since ancient times. The strong preyed on the weak, and the strong won. The winner was king and the loser was the bandit!
"Is this Taishi Mountain? "Speaking of which, the few times I went up Mount Song, I went straight to the young master's house. The surrounding peaks really don't care…" Ye Qiu went up with his hands behind his back and directly arrived in front of Mount Song Sect's mountain gate.
"Stop, what are you doing?" The two disciples of Mount Song Sect immediately came forward, their faces filled with the arrogance of a famous sect.
"Looking for trouble!"
The two disciples were stunned for a moment before they became furious! It was like a raging inferno!
Ever since Zuo Lengchan became the sect master and the Thirteen Gangsters ran amok, no one in the martial arts world dared to provoke Mount Song anymore!
"You're courting death!" The two swords stabbed at him from the left and right. The tip of the sword was extremely sharp, but the sides were very blunt. There was almost no edge. This was the standard sword of Mount Song Sect.
These two disciples attacked in anger. Their hands were heavy and their swords were steady. They were swift and ruthless. They could be considered as top-notch experts in the pugilistic world!
"Good! Zuo Lenchan's decades of hard work were indeed not bad!”
Ye Qiu grabbed with both hands and threw them away. The two disciples flew up and landed outside the mountain path. Their miserable screams echoed endlessly. They were miserable and soul-stirring!
"Someone is trespassing the mountain!" This shrill scream was an excellent signal. The surrounding disciples of the lower generation of the Mount Song Sect shouted themselves hoarse.
"As a pawn, you have to have the awareness of a pawn!”
Ye Qiu clapped his palms together. As the wind whistled, the other Mount Song disciples fell to the ground and twitched. Blood spurted out of their mouths. They were obviously seriously injured. It would be rare for them to be like ordinary people in the future. They no longer had the strength to do whatever they wanted.
Ye Qiu continued to move forward. Behind him, a bloody path followed the mountain gate. It was the blood of the Mount Song disciples!
"Who are you? You actually dare to barge into Mount Song?" Halfway there, two soft shouts sounded!
At the same time, a silver-white sword light and whip shadow whizzed over. The sword light twisted back and forth, nine twists and eighteen turns, and the whip shadow filled the sky. The strong wind hit one's face. They were all first-class experts in the pugilistic world!
"Yes! The Thirteen Guardians of Mount Song were all here! It saves me the trouble of looking everywhere!"
As Ye Qiu laughed, his fingers were like swords. A sword light shot directly into the sky full of whip shadows and sword shadows. The countless sword shadows in the void collapsed in an instant. Under this sword, they melted like snow meeting the sun, revealing the horrified face of a Mount Song Sect expert behind.
"What's the use of so many fancy moves?”
With a single sword, the sword shadows that filled the sky were all broken. The Mount Song Swordsman who had sneakily attacked shouted, and a small hole appeared on his forehead. He died on the ground, unable to rest in peace!
"You…you killed Senior Martial Brother Zhong?”The expert wielding the whip shouted.
"So what if I kill you? What can you do to me?”Ye Qiu slapped his right palm, and the whip in the old man's hand instantly broke into several pieces. He spat out blood and flew back.
"Oh! I remember now, it seems to be called the Nine Song Sword Zhong Zhen…His martial arts aren't that good, but his sword is pretty good!”Ye Qiu kicked with the tip of his foot, and the sword that Zhong Zhen regarded as his life fell into his hand. This sword was the weapon of the Thirteen Guardians, forged from refined steel. It was naturally several times better than the steel sword that Ye Qiu had casually snatched from him at the beginning and had thrown away somewhere! As soon as he touched it, a cold air rose.
"Not bad, not bad! "This sword is really wasted in Zhong Zhen's hands…" Ye Qiu flicked his sword, and with a dragon roar, a snow-white sword light slashed across the throat of the expert who had used the whip.
"He seems to be one of the Thirteen Gangsters, but who cares…"
" Martial Uncle Zhong…Martial Uncle Deng…They were all killed by that evil thief…" The Mount Song Sect disciples stared at this scene with cold sweat all over their heads. Suddenly, someone shouted and ran away. They had completely lost the courage to fight Ye Qiu.
As long as this kind of trash didn't block the way, Ye Qiu wouldn't even bother to step on them. He killed anyone who stood in his way and arrived at the important area of the inner court of Mount Song Sect.
At this moment, the Nine Songs Sword already had the blood of many Mount Song experts. There seemed to be a few of the original Thirteen Gangsters mixed in. Unfortunately, Ye Qiu did not have the patience to remember them one by one.
" That bastard Linghu!!!" In front of the Ancestral Hall, the surviving disciples of Mount Song Sect surrounded a person. His long sword was unsheathed, and his eyes were red. They were all irreconcilable!
"Thief Linghu, you actually killed so many of my Mount Song Sect's people for no reason. Even Shaolin Temple can't protect you!”The person in the lead was wearing an earthen yellow robe and had a vicious expression. It was Zuo Lengchan, who Ye Qiu had come to find this time!
This time, Ye Qiu had killed more than forty to fifty people with one sword attack, including many of the Thirteen Gangsters. Zuo Lengchan's heart bled, but he was still an ambitious person. As his eyes were about to split open, he thought of more."Could it be that…Shaolin is finally going to make a move on my Mount Song Sect? Fang Zheng, that old bald donkey, thinks of himself as benevolent, he definitely wouldn't go to this extent…"
"It's not Shaolin, it's me!”"I came here this time to remove Mount Song Sect from the martial arts world…" Ye Qiu chuckled.
Mount Annihilation!
With his own strength, he wanted to knock this third strongest force of the righteous path down to dust!
Zuo Lengchan was so angry that he laughed.”
As he laughed coldly, he swung his long sword like a flood dragon coming out of the sea!
Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!
The sword light was cold! In Zuo Lengchan's hand, the long sword seemed to have a life of its own. Mu Di transformed into three sword shadows and actually struck out three times in an instant!
One of the swords was unique and meaningful, and it was the Eternal Dragon! The other move was Majestic and Solemn, which was Jade Well Heavenly Lake. The other move was Light and Moving, which was Verdant Floating Green!
These three moves were all the famous killing moves of the 17 sword styles of Mount Song," Eight Paths Inside and Nine Paths Outside ". At this moment, Zuo Lengchan's sword had turned into three moves. The three sword styles had the essence of Mount Song's sword style and complemented each other without any flaws. The disciples of Mount Song could not help but exclaim in admiration.
Ye Qiu's feeling was even more obvious. These three moves attacked his upper, middle, and lower parts, and the sword path contained an extremely sharp and cold inner strength. He knew that Zuo Lengchan had already used all of his ice true energy at the peak of the sect's crisis, and its power was extraordinary!
Unfortunately, not only did Ye Qiu cultivate the Nine Swords Beyond the Swords profoundness, but he had also reached the Xiantian level. The cold energy on Zuo Lengchan's sword was like a breeze to him, not threatening at all.
With a move of the sword, he had already pointed at the three flaws in Zuo Lengchan's sword technique. If Zuo Lengchan insisted on attacking, he would deliver himself to Zhong Zhen's beloved sword before the sword tip reached Ye Qiu.
Naturally, Zuo Lengchan would not do such a losing trade. He let out a wild roar and turned around at the last moment. Like a swimming dragon, he thrust out another thirteen swords!
The 13 swords were magnificent and simple, and the sword shadows were continuous. They were exquisite and peerless. The disciples of Mount Song could not take their eyes off them.
"Good!"
Ye Qiu stabbed again with his backhand and returned 13 strikes, breaking Zuo Lengchan's Mount Song Sword Technique!
The surrounding disciples of Mount Song were dumbfounded. Zuo Lengchan was already the best swordsman in the Five Peaks. In their hearts, he was probably the best swordsman in the world. It was almost impossible for the Mount Song Sword Technique he used to be completely broken! But now, it had really happened!
" Mount Song Sect must not die in my hands…"
Zuo Lengchan knew that he was no match for Ye Qiu after dozens of moves. His disciples were weak in martial arts, and it would be harmful for them to join the battle. In his sadness, he had already thought of dying. Suddenly, he turned his sword and did not defend against his vital points. A fine steel sword was like a gust of wind splashing ink. The sword edge was pressing, only attacking and not defending!
Slash!
The surrounding disciples of Mount Song saw their sect master and the enemy in the middle of the continuous sword shadows, whistling non-stop. Suddenly, a sword aura overflowed and cut a disciple into two. His intestines flowed all over the ground, and they could not help but take a few steps back.
"Ah…"
All of a sudden, a scream that sounded like a wolf's howl was heard, causing the expressions of the people on Mount Song to change drastically. They had already recognized that it was Zuo Lengchan's cry!
The two figures in the arena separated as soon as they touched. There were still some blood stains on the tip of Ye Qiu's Nine Tune Sword, but Zuo Lengchan was covering his face.
On the left side of his face, there was a vertical slash. It was only a hair's breadth away from breaking his brain. Even though he dodged quickly, one of his eyes was pierced, and blood gushed out, making him look like an Asura from hell.
It was obvious that in the quick sword attack just now, not only did Zuo Lengchan not injure Ye Qiu in the slightest, but he was instead heavily injured by Ye Qiu!
"Disciples of Mount Song, listen up. Leave the mountain quickly…There must be no mistakes!”Zuo Lengchan suddenly roared and immediately pounced forward again. He raised his sword and stabbed forward with incomparable sharpness, as if he was determined.
"Senior Brother! Let's fight it out with him!" Ding Mian, the only remaining pagoda bearer among the Thirteen Gangsters, attacked from the side. His right hand suddenly raised, and a cluster of black ox hair needles sprinkled out like a rain of flowers.
Swoosh! Zuo Lengchan's sprinting body suddenly turned and jumped over the wall like a bolt of yellow lightning, escaping to the foot of Mount Song!
This time, he turned around and fled in one go, as if he had practiced it countless times.
"Good!" Facing this rain of flowers, Ye Qiu laughed loudly. His green sleeve rolled up in the air, gathering all the black needles and waving them at Ding Mian!
"Ah!" Ding Mian cried out miserably. He had no idea how many poisonous needles he had shot out all over his body, and he died from the consequences.
Zuo Lengchan's feet were as swift as the wind. Even when he heard Ding Mian's tragic cry when he died, he did not turn around to look.
This was because the opponent this time was too terrifying! He couldn't predict if he would have a chance to escape once he stopped!
"Zuo Lenchan, oh Zuo Lenchan, you are a formidable person after all! You can even ignore your junior brother who you see every day. I admire you!!!”
The scenery on both sides kept retreating. When he saw the Chaotian Gate on the outside, Zuo Lenchan's face suddenly showed a touch of ecstasy, which then turned into horror.
There, Ye Qiu, dressed in green, was already blocking his path!
" Hehehe…" Zuo Lengchan let out a wild beast-like roar. His eyes were bloodshot as he stabbed with his sword with his right hand while his left hand struck out with the Great Song Yang Divine Palm. This was a desperate move. With his inner strength pushed to the limit, even the edge of his palm was covered in a layer of frost.
" Ice True Qi?" Ye Qiu's Nine Tune Sword moved, and Zuo Lengchan's right hand, which was holding the sword, disappeared. A mocking smile flashed across his face, and his left palm met Ye Qiu's palm, palm to palm!
Bang! The two palms suddenly collided. With a crisp sound, Zuo Lenchan's body flew back three feet and stood still. His face seemed to have seen something extremely unbelievable, and his eyes were filled with horror.
" Tendon Changing Classic?... Fang Zheng…I hate him so much!" After saying those words, Zuo Lenchan's face was suddenly covered in a layer of frost. Even the blood on his wounds was frozen. He looked like a frozen zombie!
But it turned out that the ice true qi he had cultivated for decades was no match for Ye Qiu's Tendon Changing Divine Art. Under such a great defeat, even the ice true qi was swept back and devoured its master, dying an extremely miserable death!
" The king's ambitions will all turn to dust…" Ye Qiu sighed. He threw the Nine Songs Sword down the mountain path and floated away.
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