Cha!
Song Tao's chest was cut open by someone.
Blood splattered, flesh and skin overturned. This was the twelfth wound on his body, and he had been silently counting in his heart.
As a famous noble young master of Tiandu, the founder of the Still Water gathering, he had always been very concerned about his appearance and bearing. Every time these people drew a wound on his body, it was more painful than stabbing him in the heart.
"If this goes on, I'm afraid I won't be able to be the most handsome man in Tiandu." Song Tao thought to himself.
Good writing, good painting, good music, and beautiful women. Song Tao was known as the 'Four Good Young Masters' by the people of Tiandu.
And because he was usually the most educated and polite, even if he met some ordinary carriage drivers, he would be equally modest and courteous. As such, he was deeply loved by the people of Tiandu.
At this moment, this down-to-earth and aloof noble young master had messy hair, tattered clothes, and the wounds on his body could circle three times around the Black Tortoise Stone.
Kacha — —
The sword in Song Tao's hand flew out, cutting off the Wolf General who had made a wound on his body.
Then, his figure flew backwards as he fiercely stared at the Feral Wolf Army that was gathering in his direction. He shouted in a deep voice, "For every wound you make on my body, I will kill one of you. Whoever leaves a scar on my body, I will leave his head intact. "
"Song Tao, are you going to resist?" Cui Xinnian stood in front of the pack of wolves, looking at Song Tao who was desperately fighting back. "I still have three thousand Wild Wolf Soldiers. Even if each of them makes a cut on your body, they will be able to kill you. Can you kill all of them?"
"Kill one is one." Song Tao said with a smile, stroking his long hair to make it more docile. He then dusted off his wrinkled clothes. "I won't force myself on this kind of thing. People are already dead, who cares about what happens after death? Considering that we've known each other for a long time and that I've called you uncle before, can I ask you for a favor? "
"What is it?"
"After I die, help me change into a clean set of clothes — — this set is torn, it doesn't cover my body, it's a disgrace." Song Tao said with a smile. "I like white, sapphire blue is fine too."
Cui Xinnian muttered to himself for a long time. Looking at Song Tao who was covered in wounds and exhausted, he said, "You can leave. I won't kill you."
Song Tao stared blankly for a moment before bursting into laughter.
He laughed so hard that his wounds started to bleed, and tears started to fall from his eyes.
"You killed my grandfather, my father, my uncles, my brothers … You killed more than a thousand members of the Song Clan … and now you're telling me that you won't kill me and will let me go? You want me to leave? "Song Tao's voice was choked with sobs as tears streamed down his face. "What? Is this the kindness of your Cui Clan? Or is it because your Cui Clan feels guilty in your heart that you're being so merciful? "
"…" Cui Xinnian remained silent as he watched the young man vent his grief and indignation.
"How can I go? How can I live? "Song Tao wiped his tears with his sleeves, but his smile became even more insolent. "My family is all dead. What's the point of living alone? Where else could he go? Since living is worse than death, I might as well die cleanly … "
Song Tao clasped his sword and once again took the initiative to charge towards the pack of Wild Wolf Army.
Che — —
A sword severed the head of a Wild Wolf soldier.
Che — —
A sword severed the arm of a Wild Wolf soldier.
Che — —
A sword pierced through the throat of a Wild Wolf soldier.
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Che — —
Only to hear the crisp sound of flesh being cut, Song Tao's sword that was raised high up in the air stopped.
A sharp sword pierced through his body and came out of his chest.
"Thank you." Song Tao bowed his head to look at the sword in his chest.
He looked up at Cui Xinnian and said aloud: "I like white — —"
Plop — —
Song Tao's body fell forward, smashing heavily onto the lapis lazuli of Black Tortoise Street.
In this battle, the Song Clan lost 821 people and 217 people were injured.
All the remaining men had died in battle, while the children and women had escaped through the family secret passage and were being chased by the Wild Wolf Army.
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South of Mist Mountain, there was the Still water sword school.
The Still water sword school had 3,000 disciples.
The Still water sword school was the best sword school in the West Wind Kingdom, and also a sword school with great influence throughout the divine continent.
During the heyday of the Still water sword school, the imperial family and powerful ministers of the West Wind Kingdom would send their children to the sword school to learn sword. Unfortunately, the old God of Sword Mu Dingyi of the Still water sword school had died in the hands of Li Muyang, and the new Master of the sword school, Mu Yubai, had not been able to establish an unshakable authority for a while. The reputation of the Still water sword school had plummeted and could not be compared to the past.
Even so, it was still the best sword school in the kingdom.
On the Sword God Square. Hundreds of Still water apprentices dressed in white and barefoot were lined up in a neat square, practicing the technique of slashing and stabbing.
"Hey!"
"Oh!"
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With every shout, a sword was thrust out at the same time.
Hundreds of people struck out at the same time, the sword qi was dense, the sword shadows were graceful, and it was breathtaking and beautiful.
Since more than a year ago, when Li Muyang fought with the old God of Sword Mu Dingyi on the Sword God Square, causing the Sword God Square to collapse, and after a year of restoration and reconstruction, there was still no way to compare to the former Sword God Square, and was not as solemn as before. Every black gold brick seemed to be filled with strong sword qi.
The Still water swordsmen in white robes were walking back and forth in the crowd, correcting some disciples' sword movements and the way they exerted force from time to time.
Just then, there was a clattering sound coming from the mountain path of the Sword God Square.
Everyone stopped their sword practice and looked over in the direction of the mountain path.
Clang clang clang — —
The sound came from far away and soon came in front of them.
On the mountain path, soldiers clad in heavy armour and armed with spears were climbing up. Densely packed, like a swarm of locusts.
Clang — —
The soldiers came very quickly, quickly ascended the Sword God Square, and then automatically extended in two directions, like two long snakes surrounding the hundreds of Still water swordsmen on the Sword God Square.
Kacha — —
The road in the middle was separated, and a group of men of the Monitoring Division in flying fish robes rushed to the middle of the crowd.
The man in the lead was dressed in a deep black robe and a dazzling red cape. Sword-like eyebrows, tall and straight, and extraordinary.
He cast a glance at the Sword God Square, asking in a low voice, "Where is Mu Yubai?"
"Who are you? How dare you talk to our Master Mu like that? "Someone in the crowd roared.
"You don't like him?" The young man raised his eyebrows and said with a smile, "If you don't like him, then I'll change the way I talk — — tell Mu Yubai to come out and talk."
"Kill."
The hundreds of Still water swordsmen, hearing the rude words of the young man of the Monitoring Division, roared at the same time.
They were clasping their swords, their battle cries shaking the sky.
The young man did not move, just stared coldly at them, and said in a lazy voice, "Kill? If Mu Yubai still doesn't come out, then we really have to kill him. "
"Who wants to kill my Master?" A barefooted middle-aged man in a white robe stepped across the air, holding a wine pot in his hand, his chest open, allowing the whistling cold wind to wildly beat against his chest. This demeanour was very much like that of the immortal of poetry, sword immortal, and Li Qiubai.
"Yan Xiangma." The young man of the Monitoring Division uttered in a low voice.
"Yan Xiangma?" The middle-aged swordsman's expression froze. "Yan Xiangma?"
"Yes, the Yan Xiangma who was expelled from the family." Yan Xiangma added.
"Yan Xiangma? It really is that Yan Xiangma. " The middle-aged swordsman's smile grew ruminative, his eyes like swords scraping across Yan Xiangma's face. "Didn't that Yan Xiangma disappear? Now you're leading a large force into my Sword God Square, surrounding my Still water swordsmen — — do you really know what you're doing? "
"I know." Yan Xiangma nodded. "I've made it very clear just now, tell Mu Yubai to come out and talk."
"Then you have to ask me first if Wang Li's sword agrees."
"Wang Li, one of the three wild guests of Still water?" Yan Xiangma nodded. "Well, what is the name of your sword?"
"The name of the sword is lifeless!"
"That's good." Yan Xiangma stared at the sword hanging at Wang Li's waist. "Lifeless sword, are you willing to let your Still water master Mu Yubai come out and talk to me?"
"Damn it."
Wang Li roared, the wine gourd in his hand darting towards the position where Yan Xiangma was standing.
In the process of darting over, the wine in the wine gourd transformed into thousands of sword qi, enveloping Yan Xiangma tightly.
"Get lost."
Yan Xiangma flicked his arm, and his cloak darted out like lightning, wrapping around the rain of swords above his head.
Yan Xiangma swung out his sword, sending the large bag of wine hurtling towards Wang Li in the air.
Wang Li swung out his sword, only to hear a loud noise, and the large bag of wine had already turned into an energy ball.
Boom — —
The energy exploded, and Wang Li's body was sent flying.
He hurriedly retreated and only stopped when he was far away from where he was.
Wang Li stared into Yan Xiangma's eyes, growling fiercely, "Yan Xiangma, do you really think you can touch my Still water sword school with your shrimp soldiers and shrimp generals? As long as I give the order, I will make these thousands of waste unable to return. "
"Don't bring trouble to your Master, if I were you, I would quickly ask the lifeless sword in your hand — — do you want Mu Yubai to come out and talk?"
"You're going too far." Wang Li raised one of his palms, and the hundreds of Still water swordsmen instantly held their breath and quickly gathered towards his position.
As soon as he gave the order, the hundreds of swordsmen launched an attack at Yan Xiangma.
"Stop." A majestic voice sounded.
The door of the sword school was opened, and a group of white-clothed and barefooted Still water swordsmen were walking towards the Sword God Square. The person in the lead was the Master of the Still water sword school, Mu Yubai.
Mu Yubai's steps were very slow, but the speed of his advance was very fast.
In the blink of an eye, he had already come to the front of Yan Xiangma.
After looking Yan Xiangma up and down, he asked aloud, "You are Yan Xiangma?"
"I am Yan Xiangma?"
"You want to see me?"
"I think, at this time, it should be Master Mu who wants to see me more — — I know you want to see me, and must see me, so I came. Master Mu, you don't have to be polite. I'm just doing what I'm supposed to do. "
"Why should I see you?"
"Does Master Mu not feel the danger at all?" Yan Xiangma said with a smile. "It's not good."
Mu Yubai pondered for a moment, before he asked aloud, "Old immortal — — is the Immortal solution true?"
"What do you think?"
"The Song clan — —"
"Probably a few people escaped."
"Do you think that with just these people you can make me, Mu Yubai, surrender? Do you think you, a little Yan Xiangma of the Supervisory Bureau — — can destroy the foundation of my Still water sword school that has existed for thousands of years? "
Yan Xiangma sighed softly. "Headmaster Mu, we have already come to this point, why do you still say such stupid words? I know these people can't stop you, and I also know that little Yan Xiangma can't destroy the foundation of the Still water sword school that has existed for thousands of years. But is Yan Xiangma really Yan Xiangma? Now it's Yan Xiangma standing here, who will be standing here next time? "
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"Yan Xiangma, what do you want us to do?" Mu En asked in a loud voice. Mu En was the son of Mu Yubai, a student of Starry Sky Academy, and was also armed with a sword, ready to fight alongside his father.
Yan Xiangma cast a glance at Mu En, nodding slightly to him.
Then, his line of sight shifted to Mu Yubai again, shouting in a low voice, "Kneel down."
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