"Ding … Congratulations Host Qin Feng for assassinating 1 Stage 6 inner qi enemy. The system rewards Host Qin Feng 2,000 Hedonist Points!"
"Ding … Congratulations Host Qin Feng for assassinating 3 Stage 5 inner qi enemies. The system rewards Host Qin Feng 3,000 Hedonist Points!"
"Ding … Congratulations Host Qin Feng for assassinating 6 Stage 4 inner qi enemies. The system rewards Host Qin Feng 3,000 Hedonist Points!"
… …
As the wind blades rose from all directions, more and more warriors lost their lives in this battle. Qin Feng's mind was constantly ringing with the system notifications. His eyes were bloodshot as he watched his Hedonist Points skyrocket.
The battle was extraordinarily intense. Not only was Qin Feng's eyes bloodshot, but all the major sects in the martial arts world had shed all pretenses of cordiality.
"Great Thunder Palm!" Monk Yuan Qing of Shaolin Temple was the most powerful expert among all the teams. He was a Stage 8 inner qi expert. Every time he raised his palm, a thunderous roar reverberated in everyone's ears. His powerful aura forced all martial artists below Stage 4 inner qi to kneel on the ground. None of them had the strength to fight anymore.
Wudang Sect's Zhang Yunqing and Monk Yuan Qing had formed a temporary alliance. Zhang Yunqing held an orange longsword in his hand, and as he swung it around, sword energy filled the sky, and an aura of orange lightning appeared in the surroundings. This Thunderbolt Sword Technique was a secret technique of Wudang Sect, and Zhang Yunqing had mastered it to the point of perfection. Together with Monk Yuan Qing's Thunderclap Palm, the area within five to six meters around the two of them was filled with lightning and thunder. Any enemy who got close to them would vomit blood before they could even touch their bodies.
The combination of Wudang Sect and Shaolin Temple was invincible. On the other side, Yun Bin of Mount Hua and Bamboo Rain of Kunlun were not to be underestimated.
Yun Bin was dressed in a white robe. He looked like a Korean oppa. His long hair was loose, and he held a slender short sword in his hand. The slender sword gleamed coldly. Although it looked short, it emitted a mountain-splitting aura. The Sword Technique of Mount Hua was ever-changing, making it difficult for the enemy to figure out its moves.
"Twelve Lake Kick!"
Bamboo Rain was an expert in close-quarters combat. He was like a small cannonball that crashed into the crowd of enemies. Bamboo Rain's speed was extremely fast and his strength was ferocious. His leg technique was also ever-changing, making it difficult for the enemy to figure out what was real and what was fake. Bang!
Bang! Bang!
Boom!
Clang!
The sounds of collisions, wind being torn, weapons clashing, and all sorts of screams of pain rose and fell. This battle was intense and bloody, and even Qin Feng was dumbstruck.
The only true experts Qin Fen had met were the Yin Yang Elders, Uncle Yan, and the seventh layer evil cultivator, Ghost Face Mountain. Among them, the only ones Qin Fen had fought were the Yin Yang Elders. In the battle at the Amethyst Dragon Palace, Uncle Yan was the one who bullied Qin Fen. At that time, Qin Fen had no chance to fight back. In the battle with the Yin-Yang Elders, one of the two monsters had actually hidden its strength. However, in the battle between these martial arts masters, holding back was not allowed at all. Doing so would be equivalent to committing suicide.
After witnessing the strength of Monk Yuan Qing, Yun Bin, Zhang Yunqing, and Bamboo Rain, Qin Feng began to reevaluate the true strength of these experts, especially the Stage 8 inner qi monk Yuan Qing. His Sonic Thunder Palm was so powerful that Qin Feng could feel the pressure from far away. If Qin Feng really fought with this old monk, he wasn't sure if he could withstand a single palm strike from him.
"Let's stop fighting! The Divine Dragon Sect surrenders!" Zhang Jin, who had arrived in high spirits, was beaten black and blue. His elegant white robe was in tatters. He was only a Stage 6 inner qi expert. Initially, he wanted to fight them head-on by relying on his advantage in numbers. However, he only realized the importance of the difference in realms after a real fight. Facing the Stage 8 inner qi monk Yuan Qing and the representatives of the other three sects who were at least Stage 7 inner qi experts, Zhang Jin had already given up.
"The Carefree Sect also surrenders. Please have mercy on us, seniors!"
"Disciples of the Sky Mountain Sect, stop! We're not fighting anymore!"
… …
The surrounding sects and forces, big and small, called for a truce one after another. The disciples they brought were either dead or injured. There was no need to continue fighting. Even if they managed to snatch the treasures and cultivation methods from Qin Fen, they couldn't bring them out with such a small amount of energy.
Since these sects and forces had taken the initiative to surrender, there was no need for the big sects like Wudang and Shaolin to kill them all. After all, they were all Wulin people in the secular world. They often met each other. If their relationship was really strained and their reputations were tarnished, it would not be good for anyone.
"Heh! I told you guys to get lost long ago, but you guys just had to act tough in front of us. Now that our disciples are dead, are you guys happy? "Yun Bin of Huashan sheathed his thin sword, and the sword qi that filled the sky suddenly dissipated.
Facing Yun Bin's mockery, the leaders of these sects and factions were dissatisfied, but they could only swallow it in their hearts. They led their defeated disciples and left quickly.
Originally, there were 16 sects and factions fighting on the vast plain. Now that 12 of them had left, only Shaolin Temple, Wudang Sect, and Kunlun Sect were left.
"Amitabha. Now that the ants and flies have been chased away, Junior Zhang, why don't we continue our alliance and chase away Mount Hua and Kunlun Sect as well?" Yuan Qing didn't even look at the sects and factions that had left. He turned around and started to plan his next move.
From Yuan Qing's perspective, if he joined hands with Zhang Yunqing, they would definitely be able to defeat the people from Mount Hua and Kunlun. At that time, only Shaolin and Wudang would be left. If Yuan Qing defeated Zhang Yunqing, Qin Feng would belong to Shaolin.
"Hehe! Senior Yuan Qing, I'm afraid our alliance can only end here! " Zhang Yunqing sneered. Suddenly, he leaped to Yun Bin and Zhuyu's side. Zhang Yunqing wasn't stupid. Now that the strongest person was Yuan Qing, he had to chase him away first. This way, Zhang Yunqing would have the chance to snatch Qin Feng away.
"Young Hero Yun Bin, Young Hero Zhuyu, how about we join forces and chase Shaolin away first?" Zhang Yunqing chuckled as he looked at the two of them.
Yun Bin and Zhuyu were also calculating in their hearts. They had the same concerns as Zhang Yunqing. Monk Yuan Qing's strength was too strong, and they had to chase him away first. "I agree!"
"I think it's not a bad idea!"
There was no such thing as an alliance in the world that lasted forever. As the benefits changed, so did the teams. Very soon, the alliance of Wudang Sect, Huashan Sect, and Kunlun Sect was established. This angered Monk Yuan Qing so much that he gnashed his teeth.
"Amitabha. Junior Zhang is truly a snake and a rat. His actions are truly despicable!" Yuan Qing was so angry that his body was trembling, but he still pretended to be a great master.
"Hmph! You make it sound like you are so broad-minded. We are all people of the same path. Let's cut the crap and fight to our heart's content! " Zhang Yunqing roared angrily and slashed with his sword. Numerous orange lightning bolts appeared in the surroundings. His imposing manner was magnificent. "Thunderbolt Sword Technique!"
Zhuyu, on the other hand, shot out explosively. Although he was one step late, he arrived in front of Yuan Qing first. His whole body was as fierce as a small cannonball!
Two powerful air currents surged over. Yuan Qing's expression was cold. He struck out with his palm as if he wanted to affect the power of heaven and earth. That non-existent but clear thunder started to shake again.
"Great Thunder Palm!"
Rumble!
With a palm strike, Zhang Yunqing's lightning sword light and Zhuyu's leg shadows disappeared instantly. Thunder rumbled in the surroundings as if a heavy rain was about to fall.
At this moment, Yun Bin raised his short sword and suddenly leaped up. The sky was filled with sword shadows without any pattern as they rushed towards Yuan Qing's back.
"All of you, stop! Shaolin will retreat!" Before Yun Bin's attack could reach him, Yuan Qing suddenly roared. The expressions of Zhang Yunqing and the other two changed. They quickly retracted their attacks and leaped, standing at a relatively safe place from Yuan Qing.
"Shaolin will retreat. Then hurry up and leave!" Zhang Yunqing shouted coldly.
"Hmph! Shaolin will remember your Wudang. I, Yuan Qing, will remember you, Zhang Yunqing! " Yuan Qing flicked his long sleeves and walked away angrily. The group of Shaolin Temple disciples followed him and left.
Now, only Wudang, Mount Hua, and Kunlun were left here. Once Yuan Qing left, the three sects that were originally in an alliance immediately dispersed, forming a situation of three legs of a tripod.
"Haha! Brother Zhuyu, we have been in an alliance until now. Can we continue the alliance … As for Zhang Yunqing, you saw it just now. If he can betray that bald donkey Yuan Qing, he can continue to betray other allies. "Before Zhang Yunqing could speak, Mount Hua Yun Bin quickly said to Zhuyu.
Zhuyu pondered for a while and finally nodded, "Alright, I agree!"
Mount Hua and Kunlun joined hands again. Zhang Yunqing's face immediately darkened. Before Yun Bin and Zhuyu could attack, three angry roars suddenly came from afar.
"Qin Feng, die!"
"You treacherous villain! F * ck your ancestors! How dare you trick me? I'll make sure you die a horrible death!"
The figures of the Yin Yang Elders appeared in a flash. Their black robes were in tatters, and even the large straw hats that covered their faces had been knocked away, revealing two malevolent and shriveled faces. Behind them was a large cloud of black fog. Cold curses came from within the black fog, "Aiyahhh … Qin Feng, you brat, you dare to cause trouble in my territory? I'm going to suck your blood dry and refine you into a Corpse Warrior."
Qin Feng, Zhang Yunqing, and the other two were dumbfounded when they saw the three people flying towards them.
Zhang Yunqing and the other two were experts whose strength was comparable to a Stage 7 inner qi martial artist. Qin Feng already had a headache dealing with them. He didn't expect the Yin-Yang Elders and Ghost Face Mountain Man to catch up with him. Qin Feng felt that he couldn't escape even if he had wings.
Qin Feng's mind was racing. When the Yin-Yang Elders' ice and fire palms were about to hit him, he suddenly leaped into the air and threw out two Orange Grade weapons.
The Spiritsurge Sword's fierce sword qi blocked Yin Elder's Ice Palm. The Overlord Slash could split mountains and split the earth. The earth trembled slightly and Yang Elder's Burning Sun Palm dissipated instantly.
Qin Feng's action of throwing out two Orange Grade weapons to repel the Yin-Yang Elders shocked everyone.
"Yin Elder, Yang Elder, please stop chasing me. I'll give you the only two Orange Grade weapons I have. Please let me go." Qin Feng leaped more than ten meters away and shouted in an aggrieved voice.
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