Since Granny Sun could think of this, Song Ye naturally could as well. With the Myriad Returning Swords, he was confident that he could advance and retreat freely even if the Seven Sons of Quan Zhen Sect were to fight together. However, it was unrealistic to say that he could defeat the entire Quan Zhen Sect by himself.
After all, he was only at the early stage of the Xiantian realm. He was not like Wu Ming, who played the erhu at home with full blood and could play the whole map with residual blood. Under the state of one level of skill, he could still use the Myriad Returning Swords to beat the Godless without any strength to fight back.
Besides, he had not rushed to Mount Zhongnan to challenge Quan Zhen Sect. Instead, he wanted to enter the Tomb of the Living Dead, seize Yang Guo's opportunity and get rid of Zhen Zhibing at the same time. Otherwise, he would not feel good.
Therefore, Song Ye's gaze once again turned to Zhen Zhibing. His gaze was cold, and his right hand was still holding the sword technique. The flying sword kept attacking Hao Datong.
At this moment, Hao Datong was already too weak. The sword on his daoist robe brushed past him, and traces of blood flowed out. He only cared about himself and could not care about others.
So...
Song Ye's sword finger pointed, and dozens of disciples looked at the long sword in their hands with their mouths agape. They trembled and gathered in the air. After spinning in the air, they quickly flew in Zhen Zhibing's direction.
The Quan Zhen Sect disciples who were gathered around Zhen Zhibing wanted to pull out their swords to block the attack, but they realized that they only had the scabbard in their hands. Their swords were still drawn by Song Ye, so they could only leave.
Zhen Zhibing was scared out of his wits when faced with the dozens of swords that were filled with killing intent. If Hao Datong hadn't come out just now, he would have been killed by the sword qi. Now, Hao Datong couldn't even take care of himself, so he could only bite the bullet and think of a way.
However, what could he do? He could only use the Golden Goose Art to try to dodge, but Song Ye was determined to kill him.
"Die!"
Song Ye stood on the roof, his white clothes fluttering under the moonlight. He pointed the sword finger of his left hand at Zhen Zhibing from afar. The already sharp sword flashed even more, not giving Zhen Zhibing any time to react.
"No!"
When Hao Datong saw this scene, he cried out involuntarily. He wanted to go over and save them, but this distraction caused a few more sword scars to appear on his body. He hurriedly calmed down.
"Fellow Daoist, please show mercy!"
At the critical moment, an anxious voice sounded,"
"I am Qiu Chuji. I hope Fellow Daoist will stop!”
Seeing that he was about to die, Zhen Zhibing was instantly overjoyed when he heard the voice.
His master was here!
Master is here!
Now that his master had arrived, this damned Song Ye would probably not dare to kill him. Even now, Zhen Zhibing still did not understand why he was so determined to kill him when he had never interacted with him before. In fact, this was the first time they had met.
"I'll show mercy later."
Facing Qiu Chuji, who was charging at him like a wild goose, Song Ye's expression did not change.
Without any hesitation, dozens of long swords directly nailed Zhen Zhibing's body, instantly killing him. The qi carried by the swords directly sent the body flying into the air until it hit a fake mountain.
Zhen Zhibing's body was nailed to the top of the rockery. The swords that were stabbed into the body were still buzzing. Zhen Zhibing's face was full of shock. He could not believe that he had died just like that.
"Awesome!"
Seeing Zhen Zhibing die in his hands, Song Ye felt that his thoughts were clear and he was in a good mood. Even his cultivation was about to break through.
"Zhibing!"
Qiu Chuji, who was a step late, looked at the corpses of the disciples on the fake mountain. The Quan Zhen Sect disciples 'standard swords were swaying on the corpses. It was like a loud slap on his face, making him feel pain and anger.
How ironic was it that a disciple of Quan Zhen Sect died under the sword of a disciple of Quan Zhen Sect.
"What enmity do you have with my disciple that made you kill him so ruthlessly?”
Qiu Chuji asked coldly with a sorrowful expression.
"I don't like him, that's all."
Song Ye smiled faintly.
Naturally, no one knew the real reason. There was no need to say it out loud, and no one would believe it. He was a villain, and a villain with some strength. If he killed him, so be it. There was no need to explain.
"Granny Sun, when do you think I can be like this big brother?”
Yang Guo, who was not far away, was extremely envious. He had been bullied in Quan Zhen Sect and hated everyone in Quan Zhen Sect. Seeing Zhen Zhibing being stabbed to death, he felt extremely happy. However, it was a pity that Zhao Zhijing wasn't the one who was nailed to death.
When would he be able to be like this big brother, high-spirited and able to kill as he wished?
"Practice martial arts well in the future. It won't be long before you can do it too.”
Granny Sun comforted.
"What a good one!"
"What a good one, that's all!"
Hearing that Song Ye did not care about his disciple Zhen Zhibing's death, Qiu Chuji was furious and did not want to say anything else.
"Let me experience your skills.”
"Are you sure you want to fight?"
Song Ye's expression was indifferent as he reminded,"
"If we continue fighting, he won't be the only one who will die.”
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