The combined power of the two swords should not be underestimated.
Zuo Lengchan felt a chill run down his spine and dared not be careless, retreating rapidly.
Those Songshan Sect disciples who were besieging the sect were careless and were directly shredded by the sword energy, cut into many irregular pieces.
The remaining survivors were all highly skilled in light-footed martial arts, and they were all still shaken, their pupils slightly constricted.
The carriage was parked beside the official road.
I stopped my carriage to admire the maple forest at dusk; the frosted leaves were redder than the flowers of February.
They are enjoying the beautiful scenery.
Suddenly, a scream rang out, startling Yue Lingshan. "Husband, it sounds like there's a fight over there. Let's go quickly!"
"Okay, let's go."
Murong Fu immediately swung the reins.
The horse galloped away.
But whether by coincidence or not, the sounds of fighting continued to emanate from nearby.
Zuo Lengchan moved swiftly, unleashing a powerful palm strike that struck Qu Yang's zither and sword, sending Qu Yang flying.
Ding Mian, Fei Bin, and the other thirteen bodyguards immediately surrounded Qu Yang and held him back.
Zuo Lengchan gave a sinister smile, "Great Frost Palm!"
A fierce, cold wind blew, freezing Liu Zhengfeng solid.
However, cracks immediately appeared in the ice, and it was about to break through.
Taking advantage of the situation, Zuo Lengchan drew his sword and thrust it forward. The sword pierced through the solid ice and plunged into Liu Zhengfeng's chest.
"Brother Liu!"
Seeing this, Qu Yang panicked, pulled out two hidden weapons from his pocket, and shot them out.
The disciples of Songshan raised their swords to parry, but the hidden weapon was extremely sharp and pierced through the swords, embedding itself in the bodies of the two men, who fell straight to the ground.
"Oh no! This is the Black Blood Divine Needle!"
Seeing that two more core disciples had been killed, Ding Mian felt grief, but even more so caution and fear. If the needle were to come at him, he really couldn't say whether he could block it.
Taking advantage of the opportunity, Qu Yang broke through the encirclement, leaped to Liu Zhengfeng's side, and carried him away.
“Brother Qu, don’t worry about me… I, cough cough…” Liu Zhengfeng had already broken through the ice and was speaking with difficulty, spitting out blood, “I don’t have long to live… Take care of… my family…”
"No!"
Qu Yang looked up to the sky and wept blood, his voice echoing and sending sand and stones flying.
The members of the Songshan Sect covered their ears and retreated to the side.
Ding Mian hesitated for a moment: "Sect Leader, are we still going to kill this fiend?"
"We must eradicate evil completely. We are not afraid of two people, let alone just one demon." Zuo Lengchan sneered, "All of you come at me together."
The disciples of Songshan hesitated before stepping forward to surround the area, all being extremely cautious, as the power of the Black Blood Divine Needle was still vivid in their minds.
Just then.
Countless silver needles, like flowers scattered by a celestial maiden, were exceptionally beautiful under the moonlight.
"Oh no! Dongfang Bubai!"
Zuo Lengchan cried out in surprise and retreated without turning his head.
As for those disciples of Mount Song who haven't passed away, we can just recruit another batch.
It's a pity about Ding Mian and Fei Bin. They were the two strongest among the Thirteen Protectors, both at the peak of the Innate Realm, just one step away from becoming Grandmasters.
The silver needles pierced the foreheads of all the members of the Songshan Sect, silently taking their lives.
The woman in white looked at Zuo Lengchan, who had already fled far away, and thought to herself, "What a pity."
Dongfang Bai then glanced at the corpses scattered on the ground, feeling extremely pleased. He couldn't kill that scholar, but killing some scum was still very easy.
"Qu Yang pays his respects to the leader, begging the leader to save Brother Liu!"
Qu Yang knelt on the ground, kowtowing repeatedly, tears streaming down his face.
Liu Zhengfeng was exhaling more than he was inhaling at this moment, and was already on his deathbed.
"Grandpa, sob sob—it's great! Grandpa, you're still alive."
A little girl ran out of the woods and jumped into Qu Yang's arms.
Qu Yang was stunned for a moment: "Feiyan, what are you doing here?"
The little girl explained, "The disciples of the Songshan Sect attacked me, but the sect leader saved me."
Upon hearing this, Qu Yang kowtowed several times, saying, "Qu Yang thanks the Sect Leader for saving Fei Yan!"
However, Dongfang Bai had his back to him and wasn't paying any attention to him at all. Instead, he was watching a speeding carriage on the official road from afar.
"teach……"
Qu Yang raised his head, wanting to call him "Master" again, but saw that Dongfang Bai had already drifted away, seemingly following the direction of the carriage.
"Brother Liu—"
Qu Yang looked down at the dying Liu Zhengfeng, his heart breaking with grief.
"Give him to me."
A person carrying an erhu appeared out of nowhere and began to speak leisurely.
When Qu Yang saw the newcomer, hope rekindled in his eyes: "Mr. Mo, can you save Brother Liu?"
Mo Da's voice was extremely cold and devoid of any emotion: "I can bury him in the ancestral hall of the Hengshan School."
Upon hearing this, Liu Zhengfeng smiled contentedly, completely free of any worries, and departed with a smile.
"No! Brother Liu!"
Qu Yang was in excruciating pain. He looked up to the sky and roared, then suddenly slammed his palm into his forehead.
His skull fractured instantly, and he was on the verge of death.
"Please...bury me...with Brother Liu...."
After saying that, Qu Yang tilted his head and followed.
"grandfather!"
Qu Feiyan cried like a baby.
Mo Da silently played the erhu, the melodious and gentle tune carrying a hint of sorrow.
"To have one true friend in life is a blessing until death. Junior brother, you are luckier than me..."
Mo Da thought of his deceased wife and his daughter who was far away.
...
Only the rustling sound of horse-drawn carriages rolling over the road and the distant sound of the erhu remained on the official road.
Yue Lingshan said, "Husband, it seems the fighting in the jungle has ended."
Murong Fu glanced at the faint white figure silhouetted against the moonlit sky and nodded slightly: "Yes, it's over."
Another half hour later.
The carriage stopped by a small river.
Murong Fu and Yue Lingshan spread a cloth on the grass by the river and made a simple tent, preparing to spend the night there.
Dongfang Bai walked slowly over.
"Your name is Murong Fu?"
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