Chapter 775 My Dao Heart Is Uneasy
Don't dare?
What a joke! If she has her senior brother backing her up and still doesn't dare to go on stage, then all those years of sword practice have been for nothing.
Song Chunxue took out an ordinary longsword; she would defeat them even without Wuyou.
"Let them go!"
Song Chunxue rushed forward, kicked away the man who was pinning the woman's arm under his foot, and then turned and delivered a side kick to his face.
Knowing that she was dealing with a man, Song Chunxue held her breath and put all her strength into every attack.
Within two breaths, the three men were lying on the ground far away, the places where they had been kicked burning with pain, and they couldn't get up for a long time.
The remaining two regained their senses, grabbed their weapons, and charged forward.
"Mind your own business, you're asking for it!"
"We absolutely have to shave her today."
Song Chunxue curled her lips into a cold smile. Seeing that her opponent had used a whip, she quickly released a peach branch, which wrapped around the whip. At the same time, she used her other hand to slap him hard across the face with her sword.
At this point, the person who was chosen went completely berserk. He raised his hand and shouted, and five or six people rushed up, their brows furrowed and their eyes glaring fiercely at Song Chunxue like hungry wolves.
Song Chunxue was a little flustered, but she couldn't back down; she couldn't ask for help unless absolutely necessary.
The senior brother must have sent her to gain experience; she can't be timid.
Moreover, she suddenly remembered that Wuyou seemed to have been sent away by her senior brother, so she could only desperately hit her with peach branches.
"Charge them!"
At the command from the other side, Song Chunxue clenched her fists, holding a sword in one hand and a peach branch in the other, throwing as many as she could.
Fortunately, she knew her weaknesses. She wasn't good at other things, but she was petite and agile in front of men, and she could dodge attacks quickly and in time, managing to hold out for a quarter of an hour.
Although she took several punches to her arms and shoulders, she was not injured by the sword because of Taozhi.
"Alright, this kid is no simpleton. Go, get my Dragon-Binding Rope. We must capture her today and tear her to pieces!"
The one who arrived seemed to be the leader of those men. He was tall but thin, with a hooked nose and upturned eyes, and a dark glint of excitement flashed in his eyes.
One of the rescued rogue cultivators whispered, "Run! Run!"
Song Chunxue used all four limbs, and her whole body was numb from the shock. She couldn't feel any pain, but she was slightly strained.
Eight strong men! She's managed to hold on until now; she'd be proud of herself.
But her senior brother didn't say anything more, so she could only persevere desperately.
As the fight progressed, the continuous sword moves flashed through her mind, along with how to tie the peach branches to prevent her opponent from standing up too quickly. She wished she could break her own head in two.
With a kick and a sword, Tao Zhi wrapped her arm around the opponent's neck, swinging, flicking, kicking, and slashing with great freedom and control.
Fifteen minutes later, her arm was slashed and her calf was hit by the other party's weapon; it was probably swollen and burning with pain.
She gradually learned to control her breathing, no longer putting all her effort into it, but leaving room for maneuver.
She thought of pulling wheat. If she started slowly and methodically, she could even leisurely think about pleasant things. Even if she pulled wheat all the way until noon, she wouldn't feel tired, and might even feel a bit lazy.
However, if you try to be fast at the beginning and exert too much effort, you will want to rest after half an hour, and you will be sweating profusely after an hour.
She took a deep breath, and out of the corner of her eye, she could see that more and more people were gathering around her.
She usually held back, only striking with full force when the opportunity was right and she spotted someone's weakness, then leaping out of their encirclement.
And so she leaped and tumbled back and forth on the altar, which was twenty or thirty meters in diameter, even going so far as to crawl between the man's legs to save herself, causing the panting man to grit his teeth and curse under his breath.
Each sentence was more vulgar than the last.
Song Chunxue dislikes hearing profanities; they are extremely harsh.
She tried her best not to swear, but each of these people used her being a woman as a flaw to insult her, saying things so vile they wanted to kill her.
"Clang clang clang clang clang!"
As their swords clashed, their opponent suddenly changed!
You bastards, what kind of skill is it for a bunch of men to bully one woman?
Just as she felt her palms throbbing painfully and wanted to catch her breath, a figure appeared beside her.
It's the eldest brother!
Song Chunxue was overjoyed, but in her moment of distraction, she was slashed on the shoulder.
"Concentrate, keep your swordplay steady, keep your stance stable, don't be nervous, I'll give you a good beating today."
Lord Zhao's swordplay appeared slow and steady, but in reality, the sword was almost invisible.
Song Chunxue's pressure was taken away by her senior brother, and she readjusted her breathing, stabilizing her stance and ceasing her jumping around.
Standing beside Master Han, Huo Xiang stroked her chin and said, "What is Lord Zhao doing? Using these heartless sword cultivators to teach her swordsmanship?"
"Wait, is she about to break through?" Huo Xiang clicked her tongue twice. "I really envy her. Having such a senior brother to guide her is an incredible opportunity. Her cultivation speed is dozens of times faster than others."
Master Han stared at her moves. "Envious?"
His voice was unusually calm. "She did encounter a great opportunity, but her perseverance in cultivation was also dozens of times stronger than others."
“That’s true,” Huo Xiang said, hands on her hips. “Why did you leave without waiting for me?”
"Why should you, a demonic cultivator, wait?" His gaze fell on Huo Xiang's back. "The person you called upstairs to talk to, didn't she make things difficult for her?"
Huo Xiang asked curiously, "What's wrong?"
"What's wrong?" Looking at Lord Zhao's nonchalant and childlike manner, Daoist Han said casually, "His companion surnamed Xu caused her Dao heart to become unstable. She thinks that no matter how upright you pretend to be, you are still a demonic cultivator, and she doesn't want to associate with you anymore."
Huo Xiang frowned. "I'm just making the most of what I have. It's too early to kill him now."
"This is what it means to have different paths."
"..." Huo Xiang was speechless, turned her head to look at Song Chunxue and Lord Zhao's figures, her brows furrowed.
Another quarter of an hour passed, and Song Chunxue felt like her lungs were about to explode, because her senior brother suddenly withdrew and stood aside to instruct her.
"Fly over rooftops and scale walls, leap from the ground like an earth dragon, draw your bow with both hands, but don't grip the sword too tightly!"
Song Chunxue cried out, "My arm is numb."
After a moment of silence, Lord Zhao suddenly smiled and said loudly, "We can summon Wuyou to help now."
Worry-free?
Although the senior brother knocked the swords away from the group, she had taken hundreds of punches, and suddenly felt no pain.
"No worries!"
She gave a low shout, summoning him forcefully in her mind, and the peach branch in her hand released the two of them.
The next moment, Wuyou flew over from a distance, and in an instant, the seven men who were attacking her suddenly stopped moving.
"Bang."
"Bang bang bang..."
After they froze, they fell to the ground one after another with dull thuds.
Wuyou returned to Song Chunxue's hands without a drop of blood on her body.
Those nearby gasped and took two steps back.
However, Song Chunxue had no intention of stopping there.
She put the ordinary sword back into her storage ring, enlarged the Worry-Free Sword and held it in her hand, her gaze searching intently for everyone present.
Sure enough, she saw Wen Qianqiu behind Huo Xiang and walked towards him.
"What are you doing? I... I am now the Lord's person." Seeing Wuyou's strength, Wen Qianqiu's jaw started to chatter.
"So what if you're one of the Lord's men? It's only polite to return the favor. I won't be at peace with my Daoist heart unless I give you fellow disciples a good beating."
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
