"What?!"
"Sinking Dragon Sword!"
When Qing Fengzi heard his disciple shout out that it was the Sinking Dragon Sword, his expression changed drastically. His eyes were in a daze as he thought to himself, "Isn't the Sinking Dragon Sword Qin Feng's sword? Wasn't he poisoned by the Melting Grass at the ferry crossing of the Body Tempering Island? "
"Pull out the sword and show it to our sect!"
As Qing Fengzi commanded with a face full of doubt, Leng Tianmo and the rest of the Swords Sect disciples who heard the disciple in the main hall shout out that the thing that pierced through the two disciples was the Sinking Dragon Sword, all of them had a hopeful expression on their faces, their voices filled with excitement.
"Fellow disciples, it's the Patriarch's Sinking Dragon Sword. The Patriarch has returned, we are saved, Swords Sect is saved!"
"Yes! Finally, the Patriarch has returned. We have hope, Swords Sect has hope! "
"Hmph! Qing Fengzi, when the Patriarch returns, he'll definitely teach you a lesson! "
Facing the cheers of the disciples, when Qin Feng returned, Leng Tianmo's face was filled with doubt. He thought to himself, "Sinking Dragon Sword, could it be that Qin Feng has found the Tomb of Swords, found the Swords Sword manual and became a cultivator?"
Just as the entire scene was filled with exclamations of surprise, two disciples in the main hall of Swords Sect had already grabbed onto the hilt of the Sinking Dragon Sword that pierced through the chests of their fellow disciples.
When they tried to pull out the Sinking Dragon Sword with all their might, the Sinking Dragon Sword that pierced through the chests of the two disciples was suddenly pulled out on its own. With a swoosh, the Sinking Dragon Sword that was stained with blood made a turn in the air. With another crack, it pierced through the two disciples who were trying to pull out their swords.
The crowd fell into deep shock after witnessing this scene, especially Qing Fengzi. His eyes began to blur as he exclaimed in his heart, "Controlling the sword with Qi for such a long period of time and inflicting serious damage to the sword's penetrating force. Only a cultivator can do this!"
In the midst of the deathly silence, a silhouette flashed through the gates of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect like a streak of white light. With two whooshes, he appeared on the training grounds of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect. Before anyone could react, the disciples who were holding the Ten Thousand Swords Sect disciples had already fallen to the ground, coughing up blood.
The two disciples who had been holding the ropes for Xia Hai's torture spat out a mouthful of blood as the ropes were tied to their own bodies.
Xia Hai, who was pinned to the ground, was rescued.
After shuttling through the crowd, he stood in front of Qing Fengzi.
"Qin, Qin Feng, how could it be, it's you!"
When Qing Fengzi saw who it was, his face turned pale, and his arrogant words turned into fear. He was so scared that his knees went weak, and he took a few steps back.
"Men, pass, pass the Three Swords of Mount Wu!"
Qing Fengzi's complexion was pale. He did not know what was going on at all as he shouted in fear.
"Patriarch, Patriarch, the Patriarch has returned!"
"Yes, the Patriarch has returned!"
When the disciples of Swords Sect who had been rescued by Qin Feng saw that it was Qin Feng who had returned, their faces were filled with excitement. It was like a boat drifting on a river in a storm that suddenly had something to rely on.
Hearing the sorrowful cries of the disciples, Qin Feng's mind replayed the scenes of his disciples being beaten and humiliated when he first arrived. Suddenly, a cold glint flashed in his eyes as he glared at Qing Fengzi and shouted, "Qing Fengzi, I, Qin Feng, have said that if I don't kill you, I'm not a man!"
After the shout, Qin Feng's eyes were filled with murderous intent. He waved his palms, and with a swoosh, the Sinking Dragon Swords pierced through the chests of the two disciples in the hall were pulled out and flew into Qin Feng's hands in the blink of an eye.
"Using Qi to control the sword, lasting, penetrating, and inflicting heavy damage. Qin Feng, you, you've become a cultivator!"
"Hmph! What a shitty cultivator! "
Just as Qing Fengzi saw what had happened to Qin Feng, an angry shout came from the backyard of Swords Sect. Then, two black shadows flashed and appeared in front of Qin Feng in the blink of an eye.
"The Three Swords of Mount Wu, it's really you guys!"
When Qin Feng saw that they were the Second and Third Swords of Mount Wu, the scenes of all the major sword sects and sects being massacred appeared in his mind. He thought of the time at the ferry of the Body Tempering Island and how they had beaten the disciple in black who had tried to save him into a state worse than death. His blood boiled and his body was filled with murderous intent.
"Hahahaha!"
Facing the Second and Third Swords of Mount Wu, Third Swords of Mount Wu, who had come from the backyard, Qin Feng's expression did not change. He shouted coldly, "Where is Wu Shanzi?"
"Hmph! Qin Feng, you piece of trash, do you think our big brother is someone you can meet just because you want to? "
Wu Ming shouted angrily and looked at Qin Feng with disdain.
"Qin Feng, you piece of trash, how is it? How does the Refining Grass of the Three Swords of Mount Wu taste? It must be delicious!"
When Wu Ming and Wu Shui heard Qing Fengzi's summons and saw that the person who came was Qin Feng, they were deeply shocked.
They were shocked that Qin Feng was still alive even though he had been poisoned by the Refining Grass.
They did not want to show their shock and fear in front of everyone. More importantly, they were afraid that if they showed any fear in front of Qing Fengzi, it would affect their chances of entering the Heavenly Kenzō and ruin their future.
It turned out that when Qing Fengzi asked the Three Swords of Mount Wu to help him destroy the Swords Sect and kill Qin Feng, other than giving them a large sum of money as a reward, he also promised them that he would send them into the Heavenly Kenzō after he unified all the sects in the world using his uncle's relationship with the Heavenly Kenzō.
It was also because of this that the Three Swords of Mount Wu, who was not even a First Grade Sword Honorable, could make the Three Swords of Mount Wu, who had a Third Grade Sword Honorable, work so hard for him.
The eldest of the Three Swords of Mount Wu, Wu Shanzi, would agree to Qing Fengzi's order to occupy the entire Blood Qi Forest in Blood Qi City.
"Wu Shanzi is not here. Today, I will send all of you to hell first!"
Hearing Qin Feng's cold shout, Wu Ming's face was full of disdain. He shouted angrily, "Send us to hell? Do you think that you, a mere Qin Feng, are worthy?"
"Second Brother! Don't talk too much with this fellow. Let's wait for Third Brother to let him have a taste of the power of the Mount Wu Swordsmanship! "
Wu Shui shouted angrily. As soon as he finished speaking, he unsheathed the sword at his waist with a clang and charged towards Qin Feng with the Tiger Roar of Mount Wu.
"Tiger Roar of Mount Wu!"
Qing Fengzi, who was originally frightened by Qin Feng's sudden appearance, was suddenly shocked when he saw Wu Shui unleashing the Tiger Roar of Mount Wu. His arrogant aura rose again as he shouted at Qin Feng, "Qin Feng! Even if I can't kill you on the Body Refining Island, don't even think about leaving here alive today! "
Although Qing Fengzi had not broken through to the First Grade Sword Honorable, he was a martial artist who was passionate about cultivation. He already knew that the Three Swords of Mount Wu were Third Grade Sword Honorable. Moreover, he heard that the Sword Art of Mount Wu was the essence of swordsmanship. Now that he had personally witnessed the Tiger Roar of Mount Wu, he could not help but nod his head in praise of the swordsmanship and aura of the Tiger Roar of Mount Wu.
Although Leng Tianmo and the other disciples of the Swords Sect hated the Three Swords of Mount Wu to the core, they were also shocked when they saw Wu Shui unleash the Tiger Roar of Mount Wu. As cultivators of swordsmanship, they could also see the profoundness of the swordsmanship within the Tiger Roar of Mount Wu.
Leng Tianmo, who had a grave expression on his face, looked at the Tiger Roar of Mount Wu that Wu Shui had unleashed. He frowned and thought to himself, "Qin Feng, Qin Feng, have you really become a cultivator?"
He knew that if Qin Feng had not become a cultivator, he would not have the strength to deal with the Tiger Roar of Mount Wu.
"Hahahaha!"
Qing Fengzi, who had regained his arrogant aura, laughed maniacally. His eyes were filled with murderous intent as he shouted angrily, "Wu Shui, kill him. Our sect wants him to die without a burial place!"
Wu Shui, who had unleashed the Tiger Roar of Mount Wu, was also insufferably arrogant. He replied loudly, "Rest assured, Sect Leader. As long as Sect Leader gives the word, Qin Feng will die in any way he wants!"
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