“I will first remove your limbs,, and torture you half to death before handing you over to Daoist Master Xuan Guang.” Xiao Gao smiled fiercely as he walked towards Qing Yu.
Suddenly, a gust of wind suddenly swept up from the sky, followed by the clear chirping of a crane, “Niko ——”
Xiao Gao heard this familiar chirping sound and remembered the mount of the Daoist Master Xuan Guang whom he had been following all this time, and looked up hastily.
A figure in the air floated down, and when he was in mid-air, he sent out a sword qi, forcing Xiao Gao back.
The figure landed between Xiao Gao and Qing Yu who had fallen to the ground, wearing a white Taoist robe and a steady face, it was none other than Qing Zhou.
“Friend, it’s best to mind your own business, lest you stir up the fire!” Xiao Gao’s face was grave, and both eyes were fixed on this halfway decent Cheng Biaojin. With the qi revealed by the other party, he was no less than himself and was also an innate expert.
“Stirring up fire? My True Martial Daoist Sect is never afraid of trouble, you’d better worry more about yourself.” A loud shout came from the white crane in the air.
“Yes, if you see injustice on the road, pull out your sword to help, the True Martial Daoist Sect is not afraid of trouble.” Qingzhou laughed bitterly.
When he saw these two people in the sky, Qingzhou did not want to meddle in the matter, in this jianghu, there are many things to fight and kill, although the True Martial Daoist Sect is a righteous school, but it does not have the leisure to meddle in these matters which cannot say who is right and who is wrong, after all, those who are in the jianghu, who do not have a few lives on them, it is not possible to talk about who is more innocent than who.
The reason is that the man in black is holding a mask, sneaking around, smiling evilly, and is not a good person.
Qing Ling had never been down the mountain before, but this was the first time she had been down there, and she was most interested in some of the chivalry and justice in the jianghu world, so she urged Qing Zhou to help the young man who was bleeding on the ground.
Xiao Gao took a look at the Taoist robe worn by the person opposite, his heart ached, knowing that today this is a bit of a suspense, Yangcheng now appeared the people of the True Martial Sect, no need to guess, one hundred percent, is for Qing Yu.
However, it was impossible to make Xiao Gao give up on catching Qing Yu. If he could not hand over Qing Yu, he would have to hand over his own life. Now Xiao Gao couldn’t help but feel a bit remorseful for his earlier cat play with mouse, if he hadn’t harboured such thoughts, the second sword qi would have incapacitated Qing Yu instead of just cutting a few wounds and talking too much after landing, not directly catching Qing Yu back.
To put it bluntly, although Xiao Gao, a man dressed as a dead soldier, followed Xuan Guang, he was in fact the son of a general’s family under Zhenshan Jun. He was sent to follow Xuan Guang at a young age to reach the Xiantian realm and was valued by Zhenshanjun. On the surface, he looked expressionless and deep-rooted, but in fact, he was more arrogant than the sky.
As a result, he was punished by Xuan Guang, and now he has offended Song Ziqi, leaving him with a basket of tricks. Although the cause of the trouble was all his own, a man like Xiao Gao, who is proud and high-minded, does not reflect on himself, but hates Qing Yu who made him do bad things.
“True Martial Doctrine, True Martial Doctrine ——,” murmured Qingyu, who had fallen to the ground, reciting the term he had just heard.
“I am Qing Yu.”
“I am Qing Yu.” Perhaps because he was afraid that others would not be able to hear what he was saying, Qingyu spoke very loudly the second time.
“Good eh, found little senior brother Qing Yu.” Qing Ling on the back of the white crane leaped for joy.
Senior Uncle Xuanfeng had left the two of them alone to look for Qing Yu because he thought they were a burden. As a result, the two of them were able to find Qing Yu in a random search, so Qing Ling was really happy.
“Now, it’s having to mind your own business.” Qingzhou put away his bitter smile, just now was careless, after a few moves, if this black clothed innate expert did not retreat, he would retreat, it was a big deal to be said a few words by senior sister Qingling. Now, he was going to get serious.
“Then go to hell.” Xiao Gao threw away the mask in his hand and held his sword in both hands, sword qi like a pillar, pouring down on Qing Zhou.
Xiao Gao came from a general’s family, and his sword, a little wider and longer than the swords used by ordinary Jianghu people, was purely a battlefield sword, thick and heavy, majestic.
Qingzhou’s sword is also a little thicker and heavier, but not as pronounced as Gao’s. It was specially made for the practice of the Xuanwu Zhenhai Sword. Qingzhou’s calm and steady nature makes him the most suitable for the “Xuanwu Zhenhai” path, and he began to practise it at the Houtian realm, concentrating on one.
Now, he used it to fight against his enemy, “Xuanwu Zhenhai Sword” at his fingertips, but with a few simple and uncomplicated swords, he cut down Xiao Gao’s sword energy, eliminating it, and the last trace of sword energy remaining was also deflected and shot towards the other side.
Xuanwu Zhenhai, Jingbo Fuwei.
Qingzhou had already obtained the true essence of this Four Elephants Jutsu.
Xiao Gao was still not convinced when he saw that his sword qi had been lightly deflected. He sent out a few more sword qi, but they all ended up in the same place, so he fought Qing Zhou in close quarters with his sword.
However, when he got up close, Xiao Gao realised the horror of the Xuanwu Zhenhai Sword. It was as if he was in the water, slashing and cutting, but there was an invisible resistance blocking the attack, weakening the power of the attack, and even the true qi covering the sword was constantly being dissipated.
Whenever Qingzhou attacked, a momentum of suppression condensed on the sword, and when he swung it, it was clearly a sword, but Xiao Gao faced it as if he was facing a mountain peak, tilting and folding and pressing down on himself.
In a few short moments, Xiao Gao barely managed to block a few of Qingzhou’s ordinary vertical slashes, only to feel that the sword in his hand was about to fly out, his hands were tingling and beads of blood were oozing from his small arms due to the excessive pressure.
One force was all that was needed, and this was the kind of technique that Xiao Gao was good at with his sword, but it was being applied to him.
Completely out of his league, if this continued, Xiao Gao would probably be killed by one sword slash after another.
But to go back empty-handed was also death. Xiao Gao in no way doubted Xuan Guang’s ruthlessness, and since he had done badly in the first place, if he killed himself, even Zhen Shanjun would not be able to justify it.
So, he had to fight.
Xiao Gao shouted angrily, his face was red, he burned his blood and began to fight for his life.
His aura skyrocketed, his battle sword waved in his hand, and even the invisible aura of the Xuanwu Zhenhai Sword could no longer suppress him.
Holding the sword in both hands, he raised it high above his head and returned the same sword strike to Qingzhou with a forceful slash of Huashan.
This time, it was Qingzhou who was subdued by a single force, crossing his sword against Xiao Gao’s blow that burned his essence blood, his body retreating again and again, sliding out two straight lines on the ground.
“Come again.” Another furious cry, Xiao Gao’s face was red to the point of dripping blood as his essence blood burned again.
Qingzhou couldn’t even retreat, his body was pressed into a downward bending knee.
“Ah.” Qingzhou let out a fierce shout and his Xuanwu Zhenhai Qi field, combined with his own true Qi and strength, grasped Xiao Gao’s battle sword aside.
The battle sword swung in the air, and the true qi on the sword turned into sword qi and swung out, chiselling the ground, chiselling out to deep sword marks.
The direction of the sword qi was directed towards Qing Yu, who was lying on the ground, unable to dodge.
