Bai Ziyu and Huangfu Lingao looked at each other, and then both flew towards Qiqing, just like the time on Mount Qishan.
Huangfu Lingao and Bai Ziyu both left room for maneuver in their attacks. They were reluctant to really hurt Qiqing, and they also had to take into account other short-sighted sneak attacks, which made the fight really frustrating.
However, Qi Qing showed no reservation and attacked with extreme ferocity.
“…It’s me, I’m Bai Ziyu, wake up and don’t be controlled by the magic sword,” Bai Ziyu shouted while fighting.
"Seven Emotions... wake up," Huangfu Lingao also called out in a deep voice.
Qi Qing paused for a moment before being overwhelmed by his demonic nature, unable to recognize the people around him. The demonic sword swept across, knocking Bai Ziyu and Huangfu Lingao to the ground.
Dugu Lingfei stepped onto the stage and rushed towards Qiqing. He waved his hand at Xing and Chen, who wanted to help, and refused to let them help. He snorted coldly: "What kind of thousand-year-old witch is this? She's just a little girl. Let me meet her first..."
Dugu Ling, worthy of his splendid performance in sweeping across the Northern Wilderness at the tender age of just over ten, possessed martial arts prowess far superior to both Bai Ziyu and Huangfu Lingao. His form was as graceful as a swimming dragon, and his internal energy was formidable. This was evident from the fact that he could still withstand dozens of blows with his palm strike against the demonic sword.
"Master, take the sword!" Chen drew out his sword and threw it towards Dugu Ling. With a "clang" sound, the long sword thrown by Chen was cut into two pieces by the magic sword.
Dugu Ling's expression stern, and he transformed his palm into a sword and struck Qi Qing. Qi Qing's left hand met Dugu Ling's palm, full of internal energy. The two palms collided, instantly stirring up waves of energy, forcing the people around him back several steps.
Qi Qing swung the magic sword with his right hand. "City Lord, be careful," Xing and Chen exclaimed. Dugu Ling's face changed, and he was about to be hit by the magic sword when he felt his waist being entangled and pulled back by a force.
Dugu Ling looked back, Bai Ziyu put away the purple vine whip, and said quickly: "No need to thank me, this prince is not doing this for you!" Bai Ziyu looked at the place where Dugu Ling had just stood, where the magic sword had cut a big hole, and his eyes were extremely complicated.
Dugu Ling is the overlord of the Northern Wilderness. If he is killed by Qiqing today, the entire Northern Wilderness will hunt Qiqing indefinitely. Adding to the people who have died at the hands of Qiqing today, she is afraid that she will no longer have a foothold in the entire continent.
Apparently Dugu Ling also saw the reason from Bai Ziyu's eyes, and his peach blossom eyes narrowed dangerously.
A familiar flute sounded, and Qi Qing paused, his sword in hand, a trace of confusion crossing his face. The tip of the sword fell to the ground, scraping against the ground, struggling like a trapped animal.
"The Demon-Calming Song..." Bai Ziche murmured.
So that's how it is. Huangfu Lingao suddenly remembered that this was the song that Qiqing played on the guqin at the palace banquet to soothe people's hearts and eliminate distracting thoughts.
"Puff..." Yu Wuchen was already seriously injured, and just now he was poisoned by a hidden weapon. Fortunately, Ning Anan fed him the antidote in time, so his life was not in danger.
Now, he was using his inner strength to play the Devil Soothing Song, but it was already at its last gasp. The Devil Soothing Song was gradually unable to suppress the devilish nature of the devil sword, and instead it backfired, causing Yu Wuchen to suffer even more injuries.
"Om..." The sound of a guqin being plucked rang out, and the surging blood and energy in Yu Wuchen's body, which was about to be suppressed, eased a lot. Everyone looked over and saw a monk in a cassock sitting cross-legged on the ground, a guqin resting on his legs.
"Master Shi An..." Huangfu Tian was a little surprised. Master Shi An was a junior fellow student of the abbot of Faguo Temple, Shi Hui. Master Shi An was only 24 years old this year. At the age of 4, he was praised by the most senior master of Faguo Temple, Master Dingyuan, for his great Buddha nature and was accepted as his last disciple.
He had originally intended to invite Master Shi An to pray for the prince, but he was told that the master had been away on a journey for over a year and was not at the temple. He had not expected him to suddenly appear here today, and he did not know why he had come.
The monk had a compassionate and otherworldly look on his face, as he gently plucked the strings of the zither with his hands, a calming mantra complementing Yu Wuchen's demon-soothing music.
Everyone present felt much calmer. Looking at the girl standing in the center with a sword, she also lowered her head slightly and stood quietly. The hostility around her had faded a lot.
Looking closely, the scarlet in his eyes seemed to have faded a lot, and his pupils gradually became covered with a faint mist.
"Bang..." The magic sword fell to the ground, and Qiqing fainted. "Qiqing..." Ning Anan, who had been taking care of Yu Wuchen, immediately rushed forward and hugged Qiqing.
"Excellent! Master Shi An is indeed your master. The witch has been subdued. Now is the perfect time to kill her."
"That's right. Kill the witch and rid the world of harm..."
"Yes, killing the witch..."
"Who dares!" Bai Ziyu rushed to Qiqing's side, swung out his purple vine whip, and glared at everyone: "Whoever dares to take a step forward will be my enemy!"
"Ah..." He was also my enemy, Xiaoguai. Xiaoguai stood in front of Qiqing as a guardian beast.
Zhibai glanced at Bai Ziyu, then looked at Bai Ziche and said, "Second Prince Bai, is the Yunlang Kingdom going to protect the witch and become an enemy of the world?"
Bai Ziche put away the worry on his face and smiled lightly, "Master Sheng Yuan is worrying too much. Neither the king, Zi Yu, nor the Yunlang Nation want to be an enemy of the world."
Bai Ziyu, who thought Bai Ziche was going to give up Qiqing, hurriedly shouted, "Royal brother!"
Before Zhibai could even open his smug smile, Bai Ziche continued, "It's just that Qiqing once saved Ziyu and me, and I have to repay that life-saving grace. That's one reason. And the second reason..."
Bai Ziche's voice was neither hurried nor slow, soothing to the heart, and everyone could listen to him patiently.
"Secondly, Zi Che is only worried that while one Seven Emotions is easy to eliminate, this demonic sword... as long as its demonic nature remains unexorcised, there's a fear that a second or third Seven Emotions will appear. But by then, the newly emerged 'Seven Emotions' won't know the secret of the Soul-Separation Pill.
Thirdly, I wonder what the Imperial Master plans to do with the sword? Is he planning to hide it... in a secret room in the Imperial Master's residence? That wouldn't be appropriate. After all, everyone present paid a terrible price for this item.
When Bai Ziche said this, Zhibai secretly thought it was not good. Seeing everyone staring at him with hostility, Zhibai looked at Bai Ziche with hatred. Originally, he had planned to wait until everyone killed the witch, then quietly take the magic sword away.
Now, after Bai Ziche's words, everyone is not so obsessed with whether to kill the witch or not. Instead, they are more concerned about the ownership of the magic sword and whether they can get the secret of the Soul-Separation Pill from the witch.
"By the way, Zhibai, you're not going to take the magic sword for yourself again, are you?"
"That's right, why should you take it? This belongs to our Shang country anyway."
"Oh my... What Shang Kingdom? There is no Shang Kingdom now!"
"you!"
"Stop arguing. If you ask me, this magic sword should be given to Tianqing. You should know that we lost the Crown Prince for this magic sword. Who among you has paid as much as we have?"
"What happened to the crown prince? If this crown prince dies, can't we have another crown prince? So many people in our gang died, the price was even more painful... We should be compensated..."
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"Amitabha..." A Buddhist chant rang out, interrupting the chaotic and noisy discussion.
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