Those disciples from the Wudang and Southern Shaolin sects whose cultivation was only at the second or third level spat out a mouthful of blood on the spot.
It was actually injured by the aftershocks.
Upon seeing this, Song Yuanqiao quickly shouted in a low voice.
"Everyone, retreat three zhang (approximately 10 meters)."
Upon hearing the sound, the members of the six major sects and even the Ming Cult on the other side instinctively moved to retreat and make room for the speaker.
In the arena, after a brief exchange, Pang Ban and Dongfang Bubai, after a slight stiffness, moved in unison.
As their fists and palms clashed, terrifying shockwaves surged around them.
The dissipated true energy and powerful energy left behind traces of battle on the ground.
In just a few breaths, they had exchanged blows more than a hundred times.
Compared to before, Pang Ban's arrogance had slightly subsided, replaced by an even more solemn expression.
In the exchange just now, Pang Ban was surprised to find that Dongfang Bubai was not only extremely fast, but also that the force of his palm strikes carried a sharpness.
He has clearly mastered a sword intent.
With the enhancement of this sword intent, his strength was in no way inferior to Pang Ban's.
At this moment, looking at Dongfang Bubai in front of him, Pang Ban couldn't help but feel a sense of facing Lang Fanyun when he was at the peak of the Grandmaster realm.
After Dongfang Bubai and Pang Ban started fighting, Chu Qinghe stood with his sword in hand, his gaze fixed on the Golden Wheel Monk in front of him.
Even though there was a Grandmaster-level expert, Kumārajīva, right beside him, Chu Qinghe's gaze remained fixed on him without moving.
This situation made the Golden Wheel Monk wonder if Chu Qinghe was planning to "pick on the weak first".
Beside him, after turning his gaze away from Dongfang Bubai and Pang Ban, he looked at Chu Qinghe, who stood opposite him with his sword in hand. After pondering for a moment, Kumārajīva put his hands together and said, "Benefactor, you have good skills. But do you really think you have a chance of winning against us two at once?"
Upon hearing this, Chu Qinghe looked at Kumārajīva beside him, then leaned his upper body slightly.
The next second, with a light touch of his toes, he rushed towards Kumārajīva like a streak of light.
In the blink of an eye, he had already covered a distance of nearly two zhang (approximately 6.6 meters). With a light flick of his three-foot-long sword, he thrust it straight at Kumārajīva, creating a dazzling yet inexplicably chilling light in the dim sunlight.
Faced with Chu Qinghe's actions, Kumārajīva trembled slightly and couldn't help but curse inwardly.
Chu Qinghe had been staring at the Golden Wheel Dharma King for several breaths without making a move, but when it came to his side, just because he uttered a single sentence, Chu Qinghe suddenly raised his sword and attacked without saying a word.
Are you crazy?
While cursing inwardly, Kumārajīva bent his legs slightly and swiftly raised his hand in the air, creating a blade of light about ten feet long that shimmered with fire as it rushed towards Chu Qinghe.
However, Chu Qinghe seemed completely unaware of the crescent-shaped blade of light in the air. His three-foot-long sword did not tremble at all, and he directly struck the blade of light with unstoppable momentum.
"Pop!"
However, at the very moment the sword tip touched the blade's edge, the extremely refined true energy burst forth from the sword tip, forcefully shattering the blade's edge in the air, and continued rushing towards Kumārajīva without diminishing its speed.
Seeing this, Kumārajīva's expression changed slightly. As his true energy gathered in his palm, his footwork shifted rapidly, and with a change in position, he used his palm as a blade to strike the longsword directly.
The moment the longsword was cleaved, a sharp intent instantly broke through the energy surrounding Kumārajīva's palm and landed on his hand, causing Kumārajīva to instantly feel a stinging pain in his palm.
Upon closer inspection, a long, narrow red mark was visible on the palm.
Upon hearing this, Kumārajīva's heart sank, and he quickly gathered more true energy and concentrated it in his palms.
Fortunately, the Golden Wheel Monk did not act as he had before, allowing Dongfang Bubai to suppress Kumārajīva for a while before intervening.
Seeing Chu Qinghe and Kumārajīva standing together, the Golden Wheel Monk channeled his true energy, and three golden wheels, spinning wildly, hurtled towards Chu Qinghe.
He, meanwhile, was wielding a golden wheel in one hand and quickly closed in.
Despite the whooshing sound behind him, Chu Qinghe remained unmoved.
After forcing Kumārajīva back with his longsword, the sword instantly flew through the air like a plum blossom braving the snow, striking the three golden wheels in succession before raising it again to stab Kumārajīva beside him.
Under the twilight, the shadows of swords danced like water, and the sounds of metal clashing echoed continuously.
Chu Qinghe's sword moves were as unpredictable as a gazelle hanging its horns, yet each move was exquisitely skillful.
It might arrive like a flash of light, chilling the heart, or it might bloom like a winter plum blossom, striking first and catching the enemy off guard.
No matter what moves the two made, Chu Qinghe's longsword was always able to respond immediately and then strike his weakest point.
The more they fought, the more alarmed Kumārajīva and the Golden Wheel Monk became.
Kumārajīva, in particular, couldn't help but curse inwardly.
Are all the martial artists in the Ming Dynasty this strong?
The previous Dongfang Bubai is one thing.
After all, he had been hiding his true strength and was suppressing the two of them, so it wasn't unacceptable to Kumārajīva and the Golden Wheel Monk.
But now, even though their opponents have changed, Kumārajīva and the Golden Wheel Monk are still being suppressed and beaten. You can imagine how Kumārajīva and the Golden Wheel Monk feel at this moment.
From afar, after taking in the battle on both sides of the field, Lu Zhangke couldn't help but whisper, "Princess, that kid is too strong. It seems that Kumārajīva and the Golden Wheel Monk can't beat him."
Hearing what Lu Zhangke said, Zhao Min's heart sank and she decisively said, "Go and help Jinlun Fawang and Kumozhi capture that man surnamed Zhao."
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