When Defeating Armies left, the moon was in the middle of the sky and the stars lost their color.
Purple Imperial Light couldn't be found in the sky, but Defeating Armies wasn't perplexed.
He thought that perplexity was something only an intelligent person like Ravenous Wolf deserved. He, a fool, would only do what was in front of him.
He, Ravenous Wolf, and Qisha were the "Three Dazzling Stars". They were the battle power that the Imperial Star Sky had built with all of the sect's potential to assist the Purple Emperor to illuminate the world.
Now that the Purple Emperor was in trouble, he would go and save him. It was that simple.
He could understand Ravenous Wolf's dilemma because they were good brothers. They had always been. Even if he had just punched Ravenous Wolf, even if Ravenous Wolf wanted to arrest him, they were still brothers.
This was a friendship that came from learning from the same sect and going through life and death together.
But understanding didn't mean approval. Ravenous Wolf had his own way of thinking, and Defeating Armies had his blade!
Thus, Defeating Armies concealed his tracks and left Qing City, heading toward the secret place where the death owls were placed.
Defeating Armies knew that he wasn't a good person, but he was also quite resistant to coming into contact with those dregs of death owls. Death owls had no loyalty to speak of. He believed that without the restriction and control of the poison, these death owls would tear him to pieces as soon as they escaped. But now, he had to rely on this group of vicious criminals to help Mu Zixuan.
Halfway through, Defeating Armies suddenly became vigilant. "Who is it?"
He didn't hear a sound or see a figure, but he felt that someone was following him. This was his innate intuition, and he always believed in his intuition!
Thus, Defeating Armies suddenly swung his saber backwards. The cold saber light flashed, and a row of trees behind him snapped in half. A silhouette floated down from the treetops behind him and landed in front of him.
That person was about twenty years old, handsome and elegant. He wore a green robe and carried a zither on his back. Defeating Armies recognized him. He was the young master of the Confucian sect, Xu Tingxian.
Knowing the identity of the other party and knowing that he didn't have good intentions, Defeating Armies didn't wait for Xu Tingxian to land. He took a big step forward and waved his powerful blade for the second time!
However, Xu Tingxian was calm and unruffled. He gently spun the zither on his back and flipped it over his palm. Soon after, he pressed down on the head of the zither and pressed it down. The moment his foot landed, the zither was already on the ground.
The zither stood on the ground with no one plucking the strings. However, when the wind blew past the strings, it made a clanging sound. A formless energy spread along with the sound wave and shot out from the strings.
The string sound was formless, but Defeating Armies felt a sense of crisis. Instinctively, he switched from offense to defense with his long saber and blocked it in front of his forehead.
Thump!
Pojun was forced back a few steps by the sound of the string. His heart couldn't help but shiver. Although he had expected the young master of the Confucian Sect to have an undeserved reputation, the strength of Xu Tingxian in front of him seemed to be above his expectations.
Xu Tingxian was clearly younger than him, but he already had such a cultivation level. Defeating Armies couldn't help but recall the situation when he tried to kill the angel half a month ago. At that time, he had also been defeated by Ying Feiyang's sword in one move. Now, this feeling of defeat had unexpectedly resurfaced.
Xu Tingxian stood on the zither and looked up at the moon. He seemed to be reflecting on being discovered just now. "Under this kind of moonlight, I can't control my killing intent. So, let's make a deal. You continue to go where you want to go, and I'll continue to follow you. We won't disturb each other, okay?"
Under the moonlight, the green-robed scholar's clothes and hair fluttered in the wind. If Ying Feiyang, who had a friendship with Xu Tingxian, was here, he might have discovered that the Xu Tingxian tonight had a fierce temperament that was different from the past.
However, Defeating Armies didn't care. He only responded with a "Hey, bastard!"
Just as he finished cursing, Defeating Armies waved his saber again. The saber light was like the moon, and the moonlight reflected off the saber light. It was extremely fast, cold, and fierce, displaying the ability to repel an army of ten thousand.
"Why bother?" Amidst the thousands of saber light, Xu Tingxian's foot lightly flicked the end of the zither and picked it up. At the same time, he sat down cross-legged. The zither spun a few times before landing on his knees. Then, he played the clear sound. His fingers plucked the strings, and the "Seven String Sword Tune" transformed into thousands of sword auras.
The saber light met the sword auras. Defeating Armies' saber light danced continuously as he searched for a gap to close in. However, he felt the sound of the zither around Xu Tingxian's body crack. Each sound was like a golden spear and armored horse, or the sound of war drums and thunder. The sword auras also followed the rapid shooting. Defeating Armies only felt as if he was trapped in the middle of thousands of troops and horses. His entire body was cut by the sharp sound of the strings one after another, leaving him with no way to advance or retreat, let alone get close to Xu Tingxian.
He didn't know how long he had been dizzy, but he finally heard a clanging sound. The surging sound of the zither abruptly stopped. Xu Tingxian's song had finally ended, and the sound of the zither stopped. In a split second, the surroundings were completely silent.
Defeating Armies didn't move anymore!
This was because Defeating Armies felt that even though the song had ended, the sound lingered on. Countless invisible string swords had already trapped his entire body. As long as he made the slightest sound, he would be able to trigger the string sound sword auras and dismember his corpse and bones.
Victory and defeat had been decided. Xu Tingxian also put away his zither behind his back. He stepped forward and asked, "Can you reconsider what I said just now?"
"I'm getting close to you!" Defeating Armies smiled coldly. He actually ignored the killing formation formed by the string sound sword auras around him. The saber light appeared once again, and he brandished the most powerful saber move of the night, or even of his life!
He had already seen that the seven string sword auras relied on the unceasing vibrations and changes of the sound waves to accumulate power. That was why they only had power beyond seven feet. Now, not only had Xu Tingxian put away his zither, but he had also stepped within seven feet of him. Within seven feet, everything was within the range of his saber move!
As soon as the saber light appeared, the string sound sword auras were instantly triggered. In a split second, they strangled Defeating Armies from all directions. However, Defeating Armies completely ignored them. As a future general who could move unhindered in battle, Defeating Armies naturally had a set of starlight body forging techniques that made his corporeal body stronger than ordinary people.
He didn't know if his corporeal body was strong enough to block the sword auras that filled the sky, but as long as there was a ten percent chance, he would not hesitate to give it his all!
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!" Countless sword auras ruptured and exploded. Defeating Armies only felt as if he had been cut by a thousand blades, but he ignored the flying flesh and blood on his body. The long saber in his hand moved again, and it was already at the top of Xu Tingxian's head.
He was sure that Xu Tingxian's cultivation and swordsmanship surpassed his own by more than a level. He was worthy of being called a famous young master of the Confucian Sect. However, the path of killing was death, and Xu Tingxian only wanted to restrain him. If he used this bit of benevolence wrongly, he was destined to die under his saber.
But at this time, he heard Xu Tingxian sigh. "Alas …"
Suddenly, he felt his breath stagnate. The baleful aura that he had released was actually forced back by an even more cruel and ruthless baleful aura. And the source of that baleful aura was actually the benevolent Confucian in his eyes!
In the instant that he stagnated, Xu Tingxian lightly struck the zither on his back. A longsword leaped out from within, and he flipped his hand to grasp the hilt. The longsword transformed into countless sharp fangs that flashed through the air and tore through.
The two figures intersected and separated.
The sky was clearly filled with sword images, but he didn't hear the sound of metal clashing.
Defeating Armies only felt that his vision was spinning. It was as if he was flying high up, getting closer and closer to the full moon in the sky. Then, he fell down.
"Fortunately … I didn't die under Greed's hands … I didn't make things difficult for him …"
With this final thought, Defeating Armies's head fell to the ground.
Then, his right arm, left arm, and the saber.
This living person was unexpectedly cut into six pieces in the blink of an eye, along with his two legs that had been cut off.
One sword cut off his head, and the invisible Flux Sword cut through every joint like a butcher dismembering an ox, without the slightest delay.
Scarlet splattered everywhere, as if a pig's blood bucket had been overturned.
It was unknown whether or not it was because of the blood, but Xu Tingxian's eyes had also turned red. His voice carried helplessness and struggle. "Why do you always force me to kill …"
He had originally wanted to follow Defeating Armies and find Mu Zixuan's hidden helper, but now he didn't know where to start.
However, he didn't make a wasted trip. Xu Tingxian looked at the dismembered corpses on the ground and discovered the token that commanded death owls among the pieces of corpses. He furrowed his brows and used the tip of his sword to pick up the token. He tore off a piece of cloth from his lapel and carved a bloody mark on the pattern on the cloth.
Then, he blew a whistle and summoned a messenger pigeon. He tied the blood-stained cloth to the pigeon's leg and released it with a wave of his hand …
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"Pa!"
On the bank of the Clear River, a hand stretched out from the water and grabbed onto the soft river soil. Then, with great difficulty, it dragged its entire body out of the water, revealing a dripping wet figure.
That person's clothes were tattered and stained with mud and water. His entire body was covered in scabs from being scalded. It could be said that he was in a sorry state. Who would have thought that this person, who looked like a drowning dog, was still the world-famous handsome youth, the leader of the Righteous Sky Alliance, Mu Zixuan, just this morning?
Mu Zixuan leaned against the bluestone bank and clenched his teeth. He extended his hand and dug out the mud from the open wound on his back. He didn't have time to treat his wounds. In order to prevent the dripping blood from being tracked, he had forcefully circulated the Scarlet Flame Palm Force to burn the wounds on his body.
Then, in order to avoid being tracked by smell, he jumped into the water. One hot, one cold. In addition to the filth in the water, his wounds were already showing signs of infection.
Even so, as he cleaned his wounds, Mu Zixuan endured the dizzying pain and recognized his surroundings.
He originally wanted to escape to Kunlun to meet up with the Hell Path. But as soon as he left the boundary of Qing City, something happened. Although he already had the intention to burn the bridge after crossing it, he didn't expect the Six Dao Evil Destroyer to do the same.
Although he didn't see it with his own eyes, there were signs that Yue Cangqiong and the Six Dao Evil Destroyer had joined hands and planned the change of ownership of the Hell Path. The original Hell Path's Dao Master, You Ning, was heavily injured by the Sword Emperor and escaped into the Nine Abyss. His soul was connected to You Ning's, so he was also affected. His soul consciousness was injured, causing him to be in a trance and unable to fly.
It took him a lot of effort to stabilize his soul consciousness, but he had already missed the golden opportunity to escape. The Righteous Path's net had already been spread out, so he had to be careful with every step he took. At this moment, it would be suicide to meet up with the Hell Path at Kunlun Mountain. In order to hide his tracks, Mu Zixuan hid along the way. In the end, he had no choice but to change his direction and escape into the Min River.
At this moment, Mu Zixuan climbed out of the water and sighed. Fortunately, Huo Zhiwei's giant eye from the Wujue Sect was destroyed by Hu Yan seven days ago. Otherwise, he would have nowhere to hide with Huo Zhiwei's eyes monitoring him.
But fortunately, after identifying the surrounding scenery, he was finally sure that he had arrived at the place he wanted despite the ups and downs in the water.
His injuries were too serious, and he had used up all the medicine he had, so it was better than nothing. He needed more medicine to support him to continue his escape. And the place he climbed out of was called Qinghe, which was one of the branches of the Min River. There was a village by the Qinghe River, and behind the village was a Taoist temple. Mu Zixuan knew that the Taoist temple had the medicine he needed.
Therefore, he struggled to get up and made a mark on the bark of a tree on the riverbank, which was a secret contact mark of the royal star. He knew that when he was on Mount Qingcheng, Ravenous Wolf, his most capable assistant, had chosen the latter between protecting him and the royal star. He did not blame Ravenous Wolf's choice. He also believed that even if Ravenous Wolf drew a line with him on the surface, Ravenous Wolf would still secretly help him. Therefore, he left a contact mark on the trees along the way.
After the mark, he stumbled towards the direction of Qinghe Town. Along the way, there were already some practitioners of the Zhengtian Alliance passing by in the air. Fortunately, the Righteous Path's net was wide, so he avoided them carefully all the way. Not long after, a Taoist temple appeared in front of him.
In the Taoist temple, dust had accumulated for a long time. Obviously, it had been abandoned for a long time, because this was the Taoist temple that his master, Gu Jiansheng, used to preside over when he was a Pure Hardship Taoist.
Mu Zixuan looked at the statue of the Three Pristine Ones with cobwebs hanging on it, sighed, bent down and knocked on the base of the statue. Sure enough, he found a loose brick. Mu Zixuan took out the brick, and there was a hole in it. When he put his hand into the hole and pulled it out again, there was a medicine bag in his hand.
"Alas, after so many years, the place to hide things is still the same, nothing new." Mu Zixuan sighed with emotion. He knew that these medicines were left by Gu Jiansheng. His master always had the habit of storing some life-saving medicines under the statue like a squirrel passing the winter. It was the same when he was in Ling Xiao Sword School, and it was the same when he was sent to the Taoist temple in Qinghe Town.
Judging from the quality of the medicines, they should be made by his master's aunt, Shang Qingying. The "Divine Hand of Swords" could be trusted. Even after so many years, the medicine was still effective. But when Mu Zixuan was about to apply the medicine, suddenly, a sad voice came from behind him.
"My second uncle and third brother died around here, didn't they?"
Mu Zixuan abruptly turned his head around, and behind him stood a white-browed Young Master who wore a thick fur coat and stood tall and straight — Hu Li!
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