We can only meet them head on
The smell of blood filled the entire Qitian Peak.
The crowd looked at the demon-like Chang Mingyang and their gazes gradually froze. A strong sense of helplessness welled up in their hearts.
Only ten days had passed since the end of the bloody battle.
During this period of time, the Soaring Cloud Chamber of Commerce had become even larger, and the Qitian Peak had become the holy land of cultivation for the Liuyun Dynasty. However, it was still in a state of recuperation, and its overall strength had not yet reached its peak.
The day of the bloody battle was truly too tragic.
Three hundred thousand soldiers besieging the Qitian Peak, three thousand Jingtian Army wreaked havoc, and Wu Jing Xue went on a killing spree. All of these caused the deaths of countless martial artists. Their corpses littered the mountain, and the Qitian Peak was on the brink of destruction.
In the end, Chu Xingyun used five Profound Grade Spirit Veins to condense fifty strands of Immortal Spirit Qi. His sword tore through the sky, and only then did he sever the endless baleful aura and usher in a hard-won victory.
With such a huge expenditure, it was impossible for them to recover in a mere ten days. Even the injuries on their bodies were not fully healed yet.
The front battle had just ended, and the rear battle was pressing in. Even the iron-blooded soldiers who had been through hundreds of battles found it hard to bear.
Moreover, the identities of the people who came were terrifying. Two sword masters and three geniuses from the Wanjian Pavilion. The appearance of any one of them could make the Liuyun Dynasty tremble.
"Slash!"
Under the attentive gazes of everyone, Chang Mingyang stepped forth once again. At this moment, his sword was as cold as water, instantly arriving before Chu Xingyun. His palms trembled slightly as his sword fell like rain, filling the sky with silvery light, resplendent and resplendent.
The sky was filled with sword light and yin light. Chu Xingyun didn't dare to be careless. He unsheathed his sword and a peerless sword shadow appeared in the void, tearing the void apart.
Clang!
The two sword lights collided, creating a strong wind that wreaked havoc, leaving deep marks on the ground. Every single sword light was so violent and fierce, blooming in front of everyone, piercing their eyes.
"Hmm?"
Chu Xing Yun's heart froze. Two silver streamers flashed in front of his eyes. They seemed to have turned into illusory shadows. They floated in the air and shuttled through the sword lights in the sky. They went straight for his vital points.
Seeing this, Chu Xingyun retreated. Just as he was about to gather his strength, the two silver lights suddenly increased in speed.............
"You're injured?"
........... and........................................................................... how..........................
... Chu Xingyun's Life Tempering Incantation had been cultivated to the third realm, the Solid Rock Body, but he could not resist the erosion of the Yang Qi, and his body was broken in an instant....
.............................. Yang Qi...........
. Buzz!
The silver sword light condensed again, shrouded in the Yang Qi, tearing the air apart. It condensed in front of Chu Xingyun, turned into a terrifying silver sword shadow, and pierced towards his arm...
There was a rumbling sound. Just as the sword shadow was about to land on Chu Xingyun's body, a purplish black evil Qi exploded in an instant, turning into a flood dragon shadow, and swallowing the silver sword shadow. The two repelled and collided, causing smoke and dust to rise in spirals.
Chu Xingyun took a step back and landed steadily. His forehead was covered with fine sweat.
Chang Mingyang was indeed a genius disciple of Wanjian Pavilion. His swordsmanship had improved very quickly. If Wu Jing Xue had not intervened in time, he would have been seriously injured even if he could have blocked the sword just now.
Waves of air spread in the air. Chang Mingyang turned slightly and landed in his original position. He raised his eyes and looked at Wu Jing Xue, who had suddenly appeared. A trace of coldness appeared on his face.
"You're not dead yet!"
Qin Qiumo also looked at Wu Jing Xue. He was shocked at first, but then he sneered. "Wu Jing Xue, on my way here, I've heard a lot about your death. Now, you suddenly appeared and even saved this thief. It seems that you're not dead, but have submitted to him and willingly become his slave."
"Seventeen years ago, you willingly attached yourself to the Ancient Star Sect and became a slave. Today, seventeen years later, you're still submitting to others. Your life is really tragic. You'll never be able to straighten your back and be a human."
"It's not up to you to judge my choice." Wu Jing Xue snorted coldly. His halberd swept out, and eighteen black streams of light swept across the sky and landed steadily in front of him.
These eighteen streams of light were all Soul Puppets.
However, the Spiritual Puppets no longer released Yin Qi. Instead, they were surrounded by thick Yang Qi.
The strength of their auras was at the third level of the sky spirit realm.
In the past ten days, Mowang Gong hadn't started refining the three thousand Soul Puppets. Instead, he'd used the Heavenly Craft Seal and many precious stones to upgrade the Nine Murder Soul Puppet into a Tri-Star Soul Puppet.
Wu Jing Xue could also use these eighteen Tri-Star Soul Puppets to train in the art of puppetry so that he could control the three thousand Soul Puppets in the future.
"You dare spout such arrogant words with the strength of the sky spirit realm? I rather admire your courage." Qin Qiumo continued to mock, but he didn't look at Wu Jing Xue. He ignored him completely.
One had to know that he was the swordmaster of Wanjian Pavilion and had already entered the yin yang realm. A mere sky spirit realm was nothing in his eyes.
"Don't waste words with these people. Just attack and kill them all." Chang Chixiao was a bit impatient as he turned to look at the two youths behind him. "Qin Kong, Qin Xiu, you two attack together and kill the onlookers."
"Yes!" The two youths responded immediately. Scarlet blood light surged from their bodies and fell into their hands, turning into two cold blood-red swords. Without saying a word, they charged towards the side.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Whoosh! The sword light shone so brightly that no one could open their eyes. When the two youths attacked, Chang Chixiao and the other two also moved. They charged forward. Just the terrifying sword power alone was enough to make the crowd unable to resist.
"Fight!" Wu Jing Xue stared ahead, revealing a burning desire to fight. He charged out first.
The eighteen Tri-Star Soul Puppets surrounded him like a sharp knife, meeting the endless sword power. The purplish black evil Qi surged in the air with a whining sound, making Chang Chixiao and Qin Qiumo's hearts beat violently.
Wu Jing Xue hadn't cultivated the art of puppetry for a long time, only ten days, but he'd already grasped a bit of its essence. He charged forward fearlessly and actually resisted the sword power of the two swordmasters.
"Attack together!"
Almost at the same time, Hua Yunhe and the others also stepped out. Wu Ling's light bloomed as he joined the battle.
Just now, all of them had felt Chang Chixiao's murderous intent. It was cold and ferocious. Even the water of the Five Lakes couldn't wash it away. He was determined to slaughter the entire Qitian Peak.
There was no way to avoid this battle.
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