Chapter 1236 You Only Bring Him
Song Chunxue was forced to retreat and jumped into a dry ditch, but the dark figure pursued her relentlessly.
But she quickly adjusted her swordsmanship, gradually calming down and becoming more adept at it.
She didn't care what was on the other side; she was only focused on how powerful the opponent was. With Wuyou and Bawang by her side, she was confident she could make them surrender.
But before that, she needs to practice her skills.
She hasn't felt a sense of urgency in a long time; it's time for her swordsmanship to make a breakthrough.
"Gah~"
Suddenly, an unpleasant sound rang out from the deserted ditch, sending chills down one's spine in the dead of night.
It sounded like a crow with a hoarse voice, or a cat roaring; in short, it was extremely unpleasant to listen to.
Song Chunxue felt uneasy, and her swordplay became faster and faster.
"Trying to escape?" Song Chunxue suddenly threw out two lightning-summoning talismans.
"Bang! Bang!"
Sure enough, this thing is afraid of fire.
As expected of a heretical cultivator, he tried to escape like a bat seeing the light.
Qi Yun subdued the two minor evil cultivators, and seeing that the things on the ground were starting to rot, he quickly picked them up, revealing a look of disgust.
"Senior Wuyou, this thing..."
"They're really tough to deal with." Wuyou suddenly flew into the air and shot out several beams of golden light.
The things on the ground made a sizzling sound, like snow meeting fire.
Suddenly, an arrow flew from afar.
"careful!"
"clang!"
Without turning her head or sparing a glance, Song Chunxue raised her sword to block, and as the sword strike landed, it slammed heavily into the dark figure's shoulder.
"Um……"
Song Chunxue sneered, "Want to leave? Wait until I've had enough practice."
"Shameless scoundrel!"
"That's awful, shut up!" Song Chunxue, caught up in the fight, surprisingly offered a comment, "Not bad skills, how many years have you been training?"
"Arrogant!"
If Song Chunxue hadn't been so engrossed, she would have realized that the sound didn't seem to come from a living creature.
In her eyes, evil cultivators are all bad, regardless of their species!
"Clang clang clang~"
Song Chunxue has mastered the three sword techniques she recently learned, and even created her own flying thrust and downward slash, combining flying kicks and elbow strikes. Her moves are so fast that they are dazzling and leave no gaps in the opponent's mind!
"Crack!"
"Clang!"
Song Chunxue beamed with delight and said provocatively, "Your bones are all broken. You're quite old this year, aren't you? You must have a lot of karmic debts on your body. Someone like you should be taken care of by my master!"
Qi Yun saw a streak of light and immediately leaped into the air to be level with Song Chunxue, cautiously looking around.
"Don't be nervous, they're our people," Wuyou said lazily. "Looks like I won't have a chance to make a move today. Maybe next time."
The next moment, Qi Yun's eyes widened in surprise, "Master..."
The newcomer raised his hand, signaling him not to speak, lest Song Chunxue be distracted.
"Trying to run away!"
"Smack!"
Peach branch was grabbed and thrown against the wall, instantly sending dust and debris flying.
"Hey, this peach branch is pretty useful. It can actually draw away the black mist from your body."
Song Chunxue was like a nimble tabby cat teasing a mouse, her movements becoming increasingly agile.
Or perhaps, she was more like a lightning-fast leopard, a small figure with explosive power, leaping back and forth between the shallow ditch less than five meters wide, like a cultivation fanatic who had found the perfect training ground, slowly tormenting the evil cultivator until the black aura on his body faded.
The Moon-Accompanying Immortal waited for half an hour, but his eyes were getting dizzy, so he reached out and put the thing away.
"Huh?"
Song Chunxue leaped onto the cliff and saw a familiar figure in the moonlight. Overjoyed, she exclaimed, "Master?"
“Yes, it’s me,” said the Moon-Accompanying Immortal. “You’ve got guts.”
Song Chunxue looked at the red light waving in his hand. It looked like a cloth bag, but it was definitely not a simple cloth bag. There was a faint golden net gathering around it.
"Why do you say that?" Song Chunxue looked up at the crescent moon in the east. "I am indeed not very brave. It is indeed a bit dark tonight. This place is gloomy. Let's go."
The Moon-Accompanying Immortal smiled, "Let's go, let's find a place to talk slowly."
With that, he turned and disappeared up to the mountaintop.
The others followed closely behind.
The Overlord Sword was automatically stored in the storage ring.
The light was good on the mountain, and when Song Chunxue saw the figure beside her master, her heart skipped a beat.
"Little Song, the evil cultivator you were just fighting was a ghost cultivator."
"Hmm?" Song Chunxue shifted her gaze from the person beside him. "A ghost cultivator?"
“That’s right, he’s been dead for at least three hundred years. You dare to fight him here in the middle of the night, that’s impressive.”
Song Chunxue felt a wave of fear wash over her, and her legs went weak.
She's a little afraid of ghosts.
It's a ghost that has become a spirit.
Qi Yun reacted quickly, supporting her from behind, "Master."
"I'm fine." Song Chunxue patted her hair to bolster her courage. "You're not going back to Jincheng tonight, are you? Come back to the fort with me."
Qi Yun felt a strange gaze fall upon him, and slightly curved his lips, "Grandmaster, who is this...?"
The Moon-Accompanying Immortal looked at the figure beside him and said, "Thank your Uncle-Master."
Xie Zheng then cupped his hands and said gently, "Senior Brother."
"Greetings, Uncle-Master Xie," Qi Yun said, not wanting to miss out on the excitement. "Seeing is believing, let's find a bright place to talk."
"Uncle-Master Xie, why are you only arriving now? My master, she..."
"Slap." Song Chunxue patted his back with Wuyou. "Don't talk nonsense."
"Master, do you know what I'm going to say?" Qi Yun's smile was radiant. Even in the dim moonlight, his white teeth and well-defined features were pleasing to the eye.
Song Chunxue ignored him and turned to fly towards the fortress on her sword.
"Is this your new disciple?" Xie Zheng followed closely behind, his tone calm but his emotions unclear. "You only brought him along?"
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