"In the words of you cultivators, they should have this calamity in their lives.”
Facing Ma Yu's inquiry, Song Ye replied indifferently,"
"I also reminded Priest Qiu before that if we continue fighting, it will inevitably hurt the innocent.”
"Taoist Qiu didn't listen to my advice, so I'm very helpless.”
Hearing this, Qiu Chuji was so angry that he almost vomited blood. Should I watch my disciple be killed by you?
"Sect Master Senior Brother, why are you talking nonsense? Just kill this thief on the spot!”
Qiu Chuji's eyes were red and his tone was cold.
"Come and try."
Song Ye was calm. Even if the Quan Zhen Sect's Seven Sons were to form a formation, he had the Thousand Returning Swords and was not afraid of group fights. Furthermore, there were hundreds of Quan Zhen Sect's disciples here. He was a perpetual motion machine.
This was because other than Zhou Botong, the person with the highest cultivation level in Quan Zhen Sect was Qiu Chuji. If there was a Grandmaster present, Song Ye would not be so confident.
"In that case, it's inevitable that I'll have to fight you.”
Hearing Song Ye's response, even Ma Yu, who had profound cultivation and an outstanding state of mind, was a little angry.
Immediately, he pulled out his longsword and shouted,"
"Set up the formation!"
Granny Sun, who had basically been ignored by the Quan Zhen Sect disciples, saw that Young Master Song, who had helped her out, was about to fall into danger. She tightened her grip on her wooden staff and prepared to go over and fight with Young Master Song.
She was willing to risk her life to protect Yang Guo, a child who had nothing to do with her. Young Hero Song had helped her before, so Granny Sun would not stand by and watch. No matter what, she had some strength and should be able to help.
However, before she could do anything, a long sword was nailed to Granny Sun's feet. At the same time, Song Ye's voice sounded,
"Old man, it's better not to get involved.”
Based on Granny Sun's strength, it was not a problem for her to bully the third generation disciples of Quan Zhen Sect. However, if she were to face any one of the Quan Zhen Seven, she would have to pay for it.
Granny Sun's life was very important. Not only did she need to take care of Xiao Longnu, but she also needed Yang Guo, the main character.
Without Granny Sun's last words, Yang Guo's chances of joining Ancient Tomb Sect were slim. Even someone as cold as Xiao Longnu valued the wishes of the dead.
Since he was already here and Zhen Zhibing was already dead, there was no need for the Condor Heroes to exist.
Song Ye didn't want to see the situation develop to this point. It was already impossible for him to stop and make peace, just like how he had faced Mrs. Guo some time ago.
However, Mrs. Guo was such a wonderful person. Her figure and style were probably unforgettable for the rest of her life.
Facing Mrs. Guo, he had enough patience to understand her in depth and mediate the grievances between the two sides. Although he was not sure if it would be effective, at least he had done his best.
However, these Daoists were nothing compared to Mrs. Guo. Therefore, even if Song Ye did not have the intention to challenge Quan Zhen Sect, he had to be prepared to stain Zhongnan Mountain with blood.
He had tried to persuade them, but they just wouldn't listen. Those corpses hadn't even cooled down yet, and who knew how many more would be added.
Although he spoke a lot, it actually happened in an instant. With the order of Ma Yu, Qiu Chuji and the others quickly used their lightness skills and rushed towards Song Ye who was standing on the roof, preparing to surround him in the array.
Song Ye knew about the Tiangang Big Dipper Formation. This formation was unique to the Quan Zhen Sect. Once it was used, even Apothecary Huang would find it hard to escape. In other words, it could rival a Grandmaster.
Therefore, Song Ye naturally could not allow himself to be surrounded by them. He used the Wind Movement Technique, and his body moved like a willow leaf with the wind, pulling away from Qiu Chuji and the others.
"Myriad Swords Return!"
At the same time, Song Ye formed a sword finger. Under his control, the long sword around him flashed with a cold light and pointed at the Seven Sons of Quan Zhen Sect.
Hundreds of swords were densely packed together, and their momentum was extremely terrifying. Seeing this scene, Qiu Chuji, who had suffered a loss once, was afraid that another disciple would die. He shouted,
"Disciples, retreat!"
When the Quan Zhen Sect disciples heard this, they quickly retreated into their houses and looked at the battlefield with anticipation in their eyes. They hoped that the elders of the sect would avenge their dead disciples.
"Granny Sun."
Yang Guo, who was ignored, tugged at Granny Sun's arm.
"Let's also retreat to the side."
Grandma Sun sighed and pulled Yang Guo to the side.
"Little thief, die!"
Seeing that all the disciples had retreated to a relatively safe place, Qiu Chuji and the others no longer had any scruples.
Qiu Chuji, who was the head of the sword, was even more indomitable. With the help of the other six, the aura around his body soared, and the speed at which he executed the Golden Goose Technique increased even more.
Song Ye's expression was calm. The sword net formed by more than a hundred long swords directly enveloped Qiu Chuji and the others, not giving them any chance to get close.
However, the Seven Sons of Quan Zhen Sect were hot on their heels. Under the effect of the Big Dipper Formation, the seven of them were connected and were not much weaker than a grandmaster. They were far superior to Song Ye, who was only at the early stage of the Xiantian realm. After quickly breaking through the sword net, they closed in on the other party.
Faced with the Quan Zhen Sect's Seven Disciples 'relentless pursuit, Song Ye lost his temper. After exchanging a few blows, he borrowed the strength of his opponents and turned his body around, charging straight towards the Quan Zhen Sect's disciples.
"Stop him!"
Ma Yu shouted in fear.
However, although the Golden Goose Technique was fast, Song Ye's movement technique was not to be trifled with. Before Qiu Chuji and the others could turn around to stop him, his figure had already landed in front of the Quan Zhen Sect disciples.
With a flick of his sword finger, the swords that were knocked down by the Quan Zhen Sect's Seven Disciples buzzed again and quickly returned to Song Ye's side. They floated in the air with their swords pointed downwards at the Quan Zhen Sect's disciples.
Faced with the threat of death, many disciples did not dare to move. The scene just now was still vivid in their minds, afraid that the sword hanging above their heads would suddenly fall and kill them.
Zhao Zhijing was sweating all over. As a third-generation disciple, he was standing beside Song Ye at this moment. His hand was holding a longsword that he had just picked up, and he could not help but tremble.
"Do you still want to fight?"
Song Ye turned around and looked at the Quan Zhen Seven Sons who were already approaching him. His tone was calm.
"Sir, your martial arts are powerful. Why don't you have a fair competition? Why do you have to do such a despicable thing?”
As the sect leader, Ma Yu naturally couldn't see all the disciples in the sect die. He pulled the long sword behind his back and said.
"So the fairness in Daoist Priest Ma's eyes is seven people against one me.”
Song Ye shook his head and laughed.
"There's no need to make fun of my sect master senior brother. If you have the ability, let's compete in internal strength one-on-one.”
Qiu Chuji, who was competitive, took a step forward and sheathed his sword with a proud expression.
In the battle just now, Qiu Chuji could also see that Song Ye's martial arts were definitely rare in the world. Even if they continued to fight, they might be fine, but the disciples might not be.
However, this concerned the reputation of Quan Zhen Sect. If they allowed the other party to escape, Quan Zhen Sect's reputation in the game would plummet.
Thinking that the other party was so young and already had such an ultimate technique, he definitely had pride. Qiu Chuji also had a plan in his heart. He wanted to provoke the other party to give up that unpredictable sword technique and compete with his internal energy.
"We each receive a palm strike from the other. Regardless of the outcome, we will write off everything that happened before. How about that?”
Qiu Chuji made up his mind. As long as the other party dared to agree, he would definitely take down the other party with one palm and avenge the tragic death of Zhen Zhibing.
"So the Quan Zhen Sect doesn't cultivate mantras but shamelessness.”
Hearing Qiu Chuji's suggestion, Song Ye was quite shocked. Did he really think that he was the protagonist in a novel? Why did he have to pretend that he was not confident?
Of course, Song Ye wasn't afraid of competing in palm power like this. After all, he had the sword to break through the broken acupoints. He could let the other party attack first and then use the sword to break through the broken acupoints to counter the other party.
"It seems that you don't dare to."
Qiu Chuji did not care about Song Ye's teasing and mocked.
"Old bastard, how shameless!"
Granny Sun shouted from afar.
"That's right, that's right, stinky Taoist priest!"
Yang Guo, who was beside him, also echoed. After being bullied in Chongyang Palace, he did not have any good feelings towards these Taoist priests. When he heard such shameless words, he could not help but speak up.
Song Ye was also surprised and laughed. He was about to refuse when he felt something and looked at the roof in the distance.
That position was where he had been standing before. A bright moon hung high up in the sky. At some point in time, a figure had already stood there under the bright moon. No one had noticed it.
This figure was dressed in a white dress that resembled a thin veil. Other than her long hair that cascaded down like a waterfall, her entire body was snow-white, as if she was in a cloud. Her entire body was enveloped in a layer of light smoke and mist, making her seem both real and illusory. She was like a fairy from the moon palace who had descended to the mortal world.
"Xiao Longnu."
Needless to say, this figure was Miss Long, who lived deep in the ancient tomb.
Song Ye could clearly see Xiao Longnu's pale face, but it didn't affect her charm at all. Her skin was like ice and her bones were like jade. She was graceful, as if she didn't belong to the mortal world.
Sensing Song Ye's gaze, Xiao Longnu also turned her head slightly to look at him. When their eyes met, Song Ye felt as if he had seen her for ten thousand years.
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