"Bahuang Sect Song Zhanqing!" Clear laughter rang out.
"Song Zhanqing!" Tang Yuan's face suddenly darkened, and his jade-like face suddenly turned into a piece of black iron. He gritted his teeth and said coldly: "I do think highly of Tang!"
This Song Zhanqing is one of the Nine Dragons of the Eight Desolate Sect, and one of the nine most powerful masters of the younger generation.
"I can only blame you for your unclear vision." Song Zhanqing's voice sounded in the void, lingering and lingering: "How dare you kill our Bahuang sect disciples, and also kill the grandson of an elder of our Bahuang sect? You are really committing suicide. You will not live if you commit evil!”
"No wonder!" Tang Yuan's face became even more gloomy.
His heart kept sinking. The status of the elders of the Bahuang Sect was incredible. The grandson of an elder of the Bahuang Sect died. No matter how powerful he was, if he fought all the way up, even if he was lucky enough to persist to the end, he would face Bahuang. The elders of the sect will undoubtedly die without any luck.
At this moment, he was filled with despair, but he calmed down. He was bound to die anyway, so he went crazy and dragged more disciples of the Bahuang Sect to die, so that he could have a companion on the road to hell.
Chu Li Da Yuan Jingzhi was still watching unhurriedly, and saw Song Zhanqing standing in the void. He was clearly standing there, but he disappeared, as if there was an invisibility charm, and he was completely integrated into the void.
This Song Zhanqing is tall and tall, handsome in appearance, with sword-shaped eyebrows and bright eyes.
When making a sound, Song Zhanqing was swimming in the void, like a fish swimming in water, but his voice was clear and precise, not erratic due to this, but he was everywhere, but his position could not be discerned through the sound.
Chu Li watched Song Zhanqing maneuvering in the void with ease, his movements gentle and graceful. Suddenly, he had a flash of inspiration and realized that he had unknowingly advanced to a higher level in the Sky Demon Control Technique, and he couldn't help but be overjoyed.
Song Zhanqing's clear voice sounded again: "Does Lord Tang Xiang want to drag a few of his disciples to be buried with him, or does he want to help them and sacrifice himself to keep them safe?"
"Song Zhanqing, don't try to provoke people's hearts!" Tang Yuan said coldly: "My city lord's duty is to kill those who break the law and cause trouble. You are the grandson of the elders of the Bahuang Sect. You should be punished for your crimes!"
"Haha..., you should go tell the elders about this." Song Zhanqing laughed loudly: "It seems that he is going to die together with his subordinates. Okay, then I will help you."
He suddenly appeared from behind Tang Yuan and slashed with his palm.
Tang Yuan pushed hard with both palms.
"Huh..." It seemed that a huge wave was rising, surging, and a sea of spiritual energy was formed around it. Flowers, plants and everything were swept into the air, rolling and crashing into Song Zhanqing, the momentum was earth-shattering.
Song Zhanqing's palm cut down, splitting the sea of spiritual energy into two, and everything in front of the palm turned into powder and spread to both sides.
With this palm of his hand, he created a sword energy, parted the sea of spiritual energy and struck Tang Yuan.
"Bang!" Tang Yuan flew backwards and sprayed a blood arrow in the air.
"Bang bang bang bang..." He crashed through three walls in one breath and finally landed on the street.
Song Zhanqing appeared behind him and patted him down with a gentle palm.
Tang Yuan fell to the ground softly, like a puddle of mud.
Song Zhanqing shook his head and sighed: "City Lord Tang, this is your own fault. These disciples of the Seven Seas Sect are considered accomplices. We can only appease Elder Sun's anger by dying together."
Tang Yuan stared at him angrily but couldn't speak.
Song Zhanqing disappeared from the spot in a flash, and the next moment, the sharp sword energy struck the guards of the city lord's mansion, and the guards flew out one by one. They fell limply to the ground and remained motionless, already dead.
Chu Li's Great Yuan Jingzhi observed that Xu Jingyi, a disciple of the Epiphyllum God Sect, was also among them, and received a blow from the palm. At the moment of being struck by the sword, he turned into a dream and turned reality into emptiness, dispelling the energy of the sword.
Then she pretended to be stabbed and flew backwards to vomit blood arrows. Then she fell limply to the ground motionless and passed out.
Chu Li praised that Xu Jingyi's short-lived dream was indeed of a higher level than Fu Caiwei's.
The power of Song Zhanqing's sword energy is astonishing. It is not only the pure sword energy condensed by spiritual energy, but also mixed with a trace of void power. It comes instantly regardless of the distance, and is also mixed with spiritual power. Fu Caiwei would not be able to remove this power. One knife.
Song Zhanqing struck out thirty knives one by one, then glanced at the disciples of the Bahuang Sect who were breathing heavily, and said with his head: "This action is very courageous. On behalf of Elder Sun, I will record the merits for you, one for each of you."
Everyone was overjoyed and saluted with clasped fists: "Thank you so much, Senior Brother Song!"
The power is divided into nine turns, and each nine turns leads to a level. Nine turns of nine can turn into one turn of eight, and nine turns of eight can turn into one of seven. And one turn of seven is tantamount to participating in a battle to protect the sect. .
Song Zhanqing waved her hand, and in a flash she came to a seriously injured disciple of the Bahuang Sect, stretched out her hand and patted him gently.
There is a big hole in the chest of this disciple of the Bahuang Sect, but it was formed by being stabbed by a sword and twisted twice. The blood is flowing like a pillar, and his face is as pale as paper. The blood is almost dry, and his life is in danger. Although he has taken the elixir, Still dying, with little vitality.
With Song Zhanqing's palm, the large hole in his chest immediately began to squirm, and then healed at a speed visible to the naked eye. Within a few breaths, it had been put back together again, with only a thin mark showing that it had been injured.
"Thank you, Senior Brother Song!" The disciple of the Bahuang Sect clasped his fists with difficulty.
Song Zhanqing said: "It's rare for you to be so sincere, I will report the truth to the leader!"
"Yes." Everyone became more excited.
They were happy to have memorized the seventh-turn gong, and they were even more excited to be able to reach the master, which meant that they would get another gong and even be remembered by the master. Once you visit, you will remember it.
From now on, they can be regarded as people with Dharma's eyes. Once there is a chance for promotion, they will definitely be remembered by the leader.
Song Zhanqing waved her hand: "Go!"
Everyone immediately disappeared into the night.
Song Zhanqing mentioned Tang Yuan, glanced around, then jumped into the void, as if jumping into a deep pool, and disappeared.
Chu Li couldn't even track him, and he had completely disappeared within the scope of his own Great Round Mirror Wisdom.
The guards of the City Lord's Mansion were motionless, and most of them were killed. Song Zhanqing's seemingly light sword was enough to kill them all. The only survivor was Xu Jingyi.
Her body disappeared silently, slowly dissipating like a shadow, and completely disappeared.
Chu Li hurriedly followed, watching her shuttle around the city lord's palace, just like a shadow, silently, without disturbing anyone.
In addition to the guards, there were some handymen and Tang Yuan's family members in the city lord's mansion. They all hid in their rooms and did not dare to come out even if it was completely quiet when they heard the shouts of killing outside.
Xu Jingyi silently passed through the rooms, and then landed in a somewhat simple and rundown courtyard. She got into the room and found a thin book on the bookshelf. After opening it, she felt like she had found a treasure and hurriedly stuffed it in. His arms turned into a shadow again.
Chu Li had already noticed that what was written in this booklet was actually a chronicle of rare objects, with some legends about rare objects written on it.
Judging from the yellowing of the booklet and the strange material, it is obviously an item from a long time ago.
(End of chapter)