There was originally a vast moon hanging in the sky, shedding its bright night light to cut through the darkness in front of the people walking at night, but at this moment, it quietly hid in the clouds, as if it had expected what might happen next.
This made the already dim and dilapidated temple even darker. It was so dark that one couldn't even see one's fingers.
However, the sound of footsteps slowly approaching her was extremely clear in this quiet night. The light and heavy footsteps were like a heavy hammer hitting Huang Rong's heart.
In the face of such a dangerous situation, even Huang Rong, who was known as the female Zhuge, was a little helpless. She did not know how to deal with the current situation.
However, she did not give up. Looking at the blurry figure in the dark night, she said,
"Young Hero Song, don't repeat your mistakes!”
Song Ye didn't hesitate because of Huang Rong's warning. He acted decisively.
According to the system's estimation of the luck value obtained, a dose of poison could obtain 100 points. If he caused a more serious injury, he should be able to obtain more.
Therefore, Song Ye did not hesitate to take advantage of the fact that Huang Rong could not move and could not retaliate to verify this conjecture.
Just as he had expected, when he hit Huang Rong and made her spit out blood, the system gave him a timely notification.
"Luck value 1."
This made Song Ye happy and he continued to attack.
When the luck value he obtained exceeded the threshold of 1,000, Song Ye stopped. It was not that he did not want to continue, but he had wasted so much time here. If he continued to dawdle, he might be caught up by others.
At that time, it would be a fool's dream to escape. Moreover, Huang Rong had been seriously injured by him. Such hatred had already been formed. If she was caught, who knew what would happen to her.
In order to deal with the future crisis, Song Ye did not hesitate to draw the lottery.
"I hope it's something good."
This was the guarantee of his life in the future. He needed powerful strength to deal with the current situation.
"Congratulations to the host for obtaining: Myriad Returning Swords.”
The system's cold notification sounded in his mind, causing Song Ye to be stunned.
" Myriad Swords Return to the Origin?!"
Myriad qi was born, the sword rushed through the abandoned acupoints, and the martial arts of returning to the origin were profound and long-lasting.
This supreme sword art book from the Wind and Cloud World flowed in Song Ye's mind.
Song Ye was very clear about the name of Myriad Returning Swords. Once he used it, Myriad Returning Swords was like a servant meeting its master. As soon as the sword technique was used, a sharp sword qi was born from his body. His body could turn into a green smoke and emit countless sword qi around him. He could also control the myriad swords to attack.
Moreover, this martial art required one to pay for their own martial arts to cultivate. It was just right for Song Ye, whose martial arts had been crippled.
The so-called Myriad Qi Self-Generation was the heart technique of Myriad Returning Swords to the Origin to cultivate Genuine Qi. The sword rushing to the abandoned acupoints was a method to deal with the cultivator's weakness after his martial arts were crippled.
It could absorb the power of others. Not only could it defeat the enemy, but it could also be used to open up one's own useless acupoints. However, after using the absorbed power, the excess would be discharged immediately. It was not like the Northern Dark Divine Art, which could be completely used for one's own use.
"Thank you, Mrs. Guo!"
Song Ye thanked him sincerely.
Perhaps it was Mrs. Guo's good luck that allowed him to draw the martial arts that was most suitable for him at the moment. It was even the supreme sword art book. It was only right for him to thank her.
The most important thing was that the Myriad Returning Swords looked cool when used. As the saying went, strength was temporary because he would become stronger and stronger, but being cool was forever.
Huang Rong, who had been in a daze, suddenly changed when she heard the grateful thanks. She completely ignored her injuries. Not only had her body not recovered to its peak condition, but the zhenqi that had been dispersed by the medicine in her body had also only recovered by less than thirty percent.
He flipped over and stood up. As he circulated his true qi, he used the Nine Yin Scripture's Heart-Shattering Palm and pounced straight at Song Ye's chest.
Song Ye wasn't surprised. Instead, he was delighted. He activated the key points of the sword breaking through the abandoned acupoints. He didn't dodge or dodge, and he absorbed the true qi carried by Huang Rong's palm into his body to heal his injuries.
"Mrs. Guo, you should hurry up and heal your injuries.”
Song Ye looked at Huang Rong, who was close at hand, and reminded her kindly.
"Traitor!"
Huang Rong was also shocked. She felt that her zhenqi was as muddy as the sea. She said in surprise,
" You actually know the Power Absorption Technique?!"
Many years ago, Gu Santong of the Ming State had absorbed the internal energy of hundreds of people from the eight sects in one night, making this martial art famous in the Jianghu. However, no one knew that the mastermind behind this was the Iron Gut Divine Marquis of the Ming State's Dragon Guarding Mountain Villa.
"Rong 'er…"
Just as he was about to answer, a voice came from outside. Song Ye, who had been lurking in Xiangyang City, could hear that it was Ke Zhenhe's voice.
Ke Zhenge, who had never won a fight and had never lost a fight, was only at the Postnatal Realm. However, the appearance of this person meant that the others should be arriving soon.
Although he was in the Myriad Returning Swords Sect and had the ultimate skill of the sword piercing through the abandoned acupoints, he was not afraid of group fights. However, if they were entangled for a long time, the situation would not be easy to clean up.
Therefore, Song Ye gave up on the idea of continuing the fight. He borrowed the zhenqi he got from Huang Rong and used the Willow Movement Technique. His figure was like a willow leaf, and in an instant, he pulled away.
Before he left, Song Ye's last words were transmitted over.
"Mrs. Guo, the martial arts world is far away. We will definitely meet again. I was wrong this time, so I will definitely repay you in the future.”
“...”
Huang Rong, who had stabilized her injuries, spat out another mouthful of blood in anger. She gritted her teeth and shouted. She was about to gather her zhenqi and chase after Ke Zhenge, but Ke Zhenge had already arrived.
She, Huang Rong, had never suffered such a loss since she debuted.
"Rong 'er, how are you?"
Ke Zhen 'e's tone was full of worry, and then his old face was filled with anger and malevolence.
"Did that evil thief catch up?"
The smart Huang Rong could also guess that since Ke Zhene was here, the people who followed her out were probably not far away. She had to deal with them quickly so that others would not notice anything unusual.
Huang Rong was also a person who cared about her reputation. She didn't want the Divine Constabulary to know that she, who was known as the female Zhuge, not only failed to catch the thief, but was also seriously injured. Fortunately, Master Ke and Senior Brother were blind and couldn't see the exact situation.
If this matter were to spread, not only would it damage her female Zhuge's reputation, it might also affect Brother Jing.
"I'm fine, Master Ke."
Taking a few deep breaths, Huang Rong said calmly,
"That little thief has already been severely injured by me. He won't be able to live for many days.”
"Good, good, good!"
When Ke Zhenge heard that, his sense of justice burst out. When he heard that the evil thief had already bowed his head, he happily said 'good' three times.
Although his hearing was extraordinary, he could not tell that Huang Rong's clothes were a little disheveled and her expression was a little abnormal.
"Master Ke, wait for me outside.”
Huang Rong's heart twitched when she heard Master Ke's three cheers.
Although he was a little confused, Ke Zhenge still followed his instructions and walked out of the ruined temple with his iron staff.
"Big Brother Jing…"
As she silently recited Brother Jing's name, Huang Rong tried her best not to let others see her mistakes. She sat cross-legged and took out a Huop-Dew Pill from her bosom. She tried to reduce her injuries a little before Iron Hand and Ruthless arrived. At the very least, it couldn't be seen from the outside.
Song Ye, on the other hand, had already rushed to a nearby town with the help of Huang Rong's zhenqi. After asking for a guest room, he shut himself in.
In the room, Song Ye sat cross-legged with his five hearts facing the sky. He circulated the mental cultivation method of the Myriad Returning Swords and forced out the energy he had absorbed previously. A sharp sword qi also appeared in his body.
"Myriad Returning Swords is indeed powerful!"
Song Ye sighed in his heart. In just a short while, his strength had already recovered to 30%. Although he had not recovered to his peak, it should not be a problem for him to travel the martial world with the Myriad Returning Swords.
However, this was far from enough. It was not just Guo Jing who had provoked Huang Rong. There were many strong people behind Mrs. Guo, such as Medicine Master Huang, Hong Qigong, and so on. They were all first-class masters.
Fortunately, this matter would only be known to you and me. It was impossible for others to know about it. Otherwise, with so many experts looking for trouble, Song Ye could only find a mountain ditch to hide in and wait for the return of ten thousand swords to be completed before coming out.
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