At a command, the demonic soldiers launched a massive attack.
The Grand Tutor leaped into the air first, gathering power in his palms, and shouted, "Witch, today I will use your head to pay tribute to my fallen disciple!"
Her internal injuries had healed, and now she was using all her strength to kill Yan Luo.
With a flick of her wrist, Yan Luo opened her wooden fan wide, and with a swift movement, she met the attack head-on. The two immediately engaged in a fierce battle.
Qi Changfeng stared intently at the demon soldiers surrounding him. He leaped into the air and stood in the center above the barrier. He formed hand seals, and spiritual energy rapidly gathered, surging towards him from all directions at a visible speed. Then, a vast surge of spiritual power erupted, instantly devouring countless demon soldiers.
Seeing this, the other demon soldiers retreated, looking at Qi Changfeng in fear and not daring to step forward.
Zhou Xiaotong, looking sinister, raised his hand and made a grabbing motion with his five fingers, instantly absorbing the souls of those cowardly demon soldiers. He coldly shouted, "Anyone who dares to back down in the face of battle will suffer this fate!"
Seeing their companions annihilated, the demon soldiers were caught in a dilemma. With orders at their disposal, they gritted their teeth and decided to attack again.
Zhou Xiaotong looked at Qi Changfeng with a sinister gaze, then leaped into the air with a light touch of her toes, her eyes level with his. "I want to see if you, the sect leader of Qingyun Sect, are really as powerful as the rumors say."
Qi Changfeng's expression turned serious, his eyes narrowed, and he suddenly raised his palm, conjuring a sword.
The sword is long and simple, with copper-black and gold patterns, and the scales of a coiled dragon. A red light, like a rosy cloud, flows across its surface. As soon as it is drawn, one can feel the killing intent and dragon roar emanating from the sword, which makes one tremble all over and feel terrified.
"It's the Dragon Fang Sword!"
Someone shouted, and everyone's attention was drawn to the sword. Their expressions changed rapidly, and they were greatly alarmed.
"I never imagined that the legendary weapon that was once famous throughout the world would be in his hands." The dragon, who had been silent for a long time, communicated with Mo Junqian in the spiritual sea.
Although Mo Junqian had never seen the Dragon Fang Sword, he had heard of its renowned reputation. Since its forging, the Dragon Fang Sword had been known for its sharpness and enduring skill, unparalleled in the human world for over a hundred years, and its appearance always caused a great stir.
Weapons are like the left and right arms of cultivators. A good weapon can turn the tide in life-or-death situations. Therefore, after hearing the fame of the Dragon Fang Sword, everyone rushed to seize it, resulting in countless deaths and injuries, and stirring up a bloody storm throughout the world.
Later, some cultivators realized that the Dragon Fang Sword was an ominous sword and decided to join forces to seal it. However, the Dragon Fang Sword had been drinking blood for many years and had developed sentience. After killing those cultivators, it disappeared without a trace. Later, some people went to look for it, but all of them came up empty-handed.
Unexpectedly, he appeared here today, and in Qi Changfeng's hands. The reasons and twists and turns are quite intriguing.
Mo Junqian communicated with the dragon in his spiritual sea: "Since this sword is a dragon tooth, is it forged from a dragon's tooth?"
Jiaolong: "Indeed, and it is a true Zhulong. Its dragon teeth are sharp and tough, making it a divine weapon in itself. The sword forged from the dragon teeth, combined with the weapon refiner's spiritual fire tempering, is extremely powerful. Even I might not be able to defeat it."
Mo Junqian understood.
Qi Changfeng held the Dragon Fang sword, exuding a majestic aura. He pointed the cold sword horizontally, emitting bursts of dragon roars. He glanced at Zhao Lan, who was fighting Yan Luo in the distance, and then suddenly rushed towards Zhou Xiaotong.
As the two sides clashed, the demonic soldiers below began to stir and attacked the barrier. Li Jiang said in a deep voice, "Mu Dong, Jun Qian, you, along with Miss Miao'er and Yuan Xiu, will protect the safety of the people. I, Elder Feng, Luo Fan, Luo Yun, and I will go out to deal with the demonic soldiers."
The four of them said in unison, "Okay."
Li Jiang and Feng Lao exchanged a glance, then stepped out of the barrier together to fight against the demon soldiers.
Thunder and lightning flashed in the sky, and a chaotic battle ensued.
...
Where the Black Sea meets the shore, the epiphyllum flowers bloom in abundance, creating a scene resembling a fairyland untouched by human hands.
The young girl, dressed in a dark blue, wide-sleeved gown, slightly raised her hand, silently recited an incantation, and spiritual energy surged forth, returning the Sky-Piercing Ship to the jade bottle.
She lowered her head slightly, with no hairpins in her hair, only a forehead ornament on her fair forehead, curved like a crescent moon, with tassels hanging down to cover her brows. Several blue beads were inlaid on the hairpin, which made her look even more elegant and graceful. When the wind blew, the tinkling sound was crisp and melodious.
The two people standing beside the girl were a languid and alluring one and a handsome and cute one.
Watching the girl load the boat into the bottle, Qi Rong walked to Qing He's side and said softly, "Ji Xuan must have given you this boat. Judging from the craftsmanship and carving, only he has such skill."
He changed his clothes, no longer wearing red, but a dark blue and gold-patterned robe, making him even more handsome and noble. Upon closer inspection, the patterns and colors were found to be the same as the blue robe that Qinghe was wearing.
Upon hearing this, Qinghe nodded and said, "I don't know anything about weapon crafting, but I can tell that he is an excellent weapon crafter."
Seeing that Qinghe seemed a little absent-minded, Qi Rong asked with concern, "Are you alright? You've been lost in thought and absent-minded the whole way. Are you worried about the Floating Life Pavilion?"
"I can't really explain it, I just feel really confused." She looked at Qi Rong and said, "Let's go back quickly."
Qi Rong nodded and said, "Okay."
As soon as she took a step, Qinghe suddenly felt dizzy and had a splitting headache. She clutched her temples and held her breath, but it was no use.
Qi Rong quickly helped her up, sat her up cross-legged, and began to channel his energy into her to heal her injuries.
However, after the spiritual energy entered her meridians and flowed throughout her body, he could not find any blockages in the meridians, and he couldn't help but wonder what was causing her discomfort.
Qinghe was in a daze, disoriented and unaware of her surroundings. In her hazy state of consciousness, she seemed to have returned to modern society, surrounded by skyscrapers and bustling traffic. For some reason, she felt a sense of resistance and did not want to stay there. Her consciousness struggled desperately, but she could not break free.
Suddenly, a gentle force enveloped her body, as if bathed in a spring breeze, taking her away from that era and pulling her back to that person's side.
She slowly opened her eyes, her headache disappeared, and she regained consciousness. She saw Qi Rong looking at her with concern in his eyes.
What's wrong with me?
Qi Rong said gently, "It's nothing serious, just that I haven't rested enough and I'm tired."
Qinghe thought about her daily routine over the past few days and asked in confusion, "Really? I've been eating and sleeping these past few days, how could I be tired?"
Qi Rong ignored her words and helped her up. "Don't you believe what I said?"
Qinghe said seriously, "No, I believe everything you say. If you say it's okay, then it's okay."
The two gazed at each other tenderly, and Shen Xun, standing to the side, was once again blinded by their affection. He said expressionlessly, "I think it's a mistake for me to be here."
Upon hearing this, Qinghe jokingly replied, "How could that be? You bring us so much joy, like right now."
"Tch." Shen Xun curled his lip in disdain, then waved his hand to summon the nine-headed Fiery Phoenix. He took a big step and sat on its back, saying to the back, "It's getting late, let's hurry on our way."
The sky was covered with clouds, and the thunder rumbled intermittently, making everyone who heard it tremble with fear.
Qinghe jumped onto the back of the nine-headed Fiery Phoenix, silently thinking, "I hope nothing serious happens."
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