"You're courting death!"
Qiu Chuji, who was confident that his strength far surpassed Song Ye's, would not listen to this kind advice. He unsheathed his long sword and first solved Hao Datong's predicament, then the two brothers joined forces to attack.
"You don't listen to good words."
Song Ye shook his head. He had already kindly reminded him. Since the other party did not believe in this, what else could he do? He could only lay out the truth and tell the other party that he had indeed been lenient just now.
Compared to Hao Datong, Qiu Chuji's strength was on a higher level. He was at the late stage of the Xiantian Realm and was probably not far from the perfect realm. In addition to the orthodox cultivation method of the Xuanmen Sect, the more he practiced, the more mellow it became, and his power was even more amazing.
The Golden Goose Technique was unleashed, and it instantly invaded Song Ye's eyes.
"Myriad Swords Return!"
Song Ye was unhurried. He waved his hands in front of him and used his sword Qi as a guide. The longswords that had fallen to the ground or had been sheathed buzzed again and shot up into the air.
This time, there were more than a few dozen of them. The battle here had already attracted many disciples to come and cheer for them. Quan Zhen Sect claimed to have tens of thousands of disciples. Although there were not that many disciples on the mountain, there were still close to a thousand of them.
Myriad Returning Swords was said to be able to control ten thousand swords. Song Ye didn't have the strength yet, but controlling a few hundred was more than enough.
The sword finger on his right hand pointed at Qiu Chuji and the other two. The hundreds of swords that gathered into a flood suddenly formed a long dragon, baring their fangs and brandishing their claws at Qiu Chuji and the other two.
"Small tricks."
Although Qiu Chuji was shocked, his expression remained unchanged. He used his sword technique with all his strength and joined forces with Hao Datong to meet the sword flow and kill Song Ye.
"Ah!"
"Ah!"
"Martial Uncle, save me…"
"Martial Uncle…"
Just as Qiu Chuji was about to approach, the continuous screams behind him shocked the two of them. They looked back and saw that the longswords that they had dodged had pierced through more than ten disciples.
A few of them were even nailed to the ground, vomiting blood from their mouths. Their hands and feet were moving about, and their expressions were tragic.
"You, you, you…"
Seeing this scene, Qiu Chuji was so angry that his entire body trembled. His eyes were so red that they looked like they were about to bleed. His hand gripped the long sword and he did not take another step forward.
Hao Datong was no exception. How could they have imagined that the youth in front of them, who was only a teenager, would have such strange and powerful martial arts?
"I've already warned you."
Song Ye shook his head helplessly.
When Qiu Chuji and the rest saw this scene, they were filled with hatred. Their disciple had died just like that, yet the other party did not feel any guilt. If this were to spread to the world of martial artists, how would Quan Zhen Sect be able to continue standing?
At that moment, Qiu Chuji made up his mind. After a long whistle, he ordered,
"Disciples, listen up. Form the Tiangang Big Dipper Formation!”
The hundreds of disciples below the stage looked at each other. They wanted to form a formation, but the weapons in their hands were still under Song Ye's control. They were suspended in the air behind him, and their momentum was quite terrifying.
"Martial Uncle, the disciples don't have any weapons.”
Zhao Zhijing, a second-generation disciple, said.
"You guys…"
Qiu Chuji was stunned and glared at him. He couldn't even hold his weapon. It was really embarrassing.
However, Qiu Chuji did not panic at all. The long howl just now was not only to vent his anger, but also to inform the other Quanzhen Seven Sons to come and help.
If Hao Datong and himself couldn't take down this scoundrel who provoked Quan Zhen Sect, then the seven of them would attack together. As for whether or not they would be laughed at by the people of the martial world, that was not within Qiu Chuji's consideration.
It would be a joke if Song Ye managed to escape unscathed. Moreover, the Quan Zhen Sect's Seven Sons were united. If they encountered a strong enemy, they would attack together.
"Senior Brother, I'm here!"
"Junior brother…"
“...”
Following Qiu Chuji's long whistle, long whistles sounded one after another in the distance. From far to near, five figures flew over one after another. As the second sect master, Ma Yu landed, the others greeted,
"Sect Master Senior Brother!"
"Sect Leader."
"Why did you harm my disciples?”
As the sect leader, Ma Yu swept his gaze across the crowd. He didn't start shouting and killing right away, but asked indifferently.
His martial arts skills were not considered the best in the entire world of martial artists, even in Quan Zhen Sect. He was slightly weaker than Qiu Chuji who was competitive. However, as a cultivator, his skills were still quite profound. Even in such a situation, he could still maintain his calm.
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