Taoist Qingping's beard fluttered with anger, "With just you guys, why didn't that kid Zhou Qiong come?"
"How dare you! A person as arrogant as you can't just call out the leader's name casually." The Demonic Tiger King in the sky pointed at Taoist Qingping and cursed.
Liansheng looked at Qingping and Chongxu below, and said to Bai Haotian beside him, "Great Protector, do your best to stop Taoist Qingping. I will deal with Taoist Chongxu first and then come to help you."
"Okay..." Bai Haotian agreed, and the long sword Wufeng on his back automatically flew into his hand, and rushed down, "Master Qingping, let me see what you are capable of after living for so many years, show your sword skills."
The long sword in his hand slowly slashed towards Qingping, with sword energy running all over the place. Although the movement was very slow, Taoist Qingping felt that he could not dodge it anyway and could only take it head-on.
He immediately stood up and struck a Tai Chi posture. His long gown automatically bulged out, forming a Tai Chi circle in front of him.
Liansheng shouted in the sky, "Everyone in the Demon Sect, kill them all, leaving no one alive."
"Yes..." The Demon Cult members responded and rushed towards the people in the Hanging Pavilion below;
Taoist Chongxu held a long sword in his hand and said in a loud voice, "Today is the fate of our Xuankong Pavilion. All disciples should set up a sword formation to resist the demons."
"Yes..." Many disciples of the Xuankong Pavilion formed sword formations in teams of seven. The little Taoist boy was in one of the teams. He had a fearless look on his face, but the constant trembling of his thighs under his Taoist robe exposed his fear.
With a loud bang, the attacks of Bai Haotian and Qingping in the distance resounded throughout the entire Xuankong Mountain. Many disciples with low cultivation levels were injured internally and blood flowed from the corners of their mouths.
Qingping did not retreat at all, while Bai Haotian was knocked back five steps in the air. It was obvious who was better.
"Bai Haotian, you actually broke through to the Martial Emperor... Is it possible?" Qingping exclaimed in surprise at first, and then seemed to have thought of something, with a look of shock on his face.
"Master Qingping, you are right. Liansheng and I were the ones who killed Monk Wuwo. You will be the second one."
"Humph, do you think I didn't notice that you were injured? Bai Haotian, don't even think about leaving my Hanging Pavilion today."
"Old Taoist, you are so old that it is difficult for you to walk. It is still enough for me to hold you back, but your disciples will be in trouble," Bai Haotian sneered and said grimly.
A scream was heard not far away. A disciple of the Xuankong Pavilion had his heart dug out by the Demon Dragon King and died tragically. Qingping was so angry that he wanted to rush over and kill the Demon Dragon King.
But he was stopped by Bai Haotian with a sword. "Qingping, your opponent is me."
Qingping was so angry that he stamped his feet, and his palm and fist techniques rained down on Bai Haotian, covering the sky and the sun with boundless power. Surging murderous intent emerged around him.
Bai Haotian was very calm. Although he was seriously injured, Qingping was too old, almost 180 years old, and his time was up. It would be good if he could exert 80% of his strength. What's more, he only needed to delay Qingping.
In the distance, Chongxu and Liansheng also started fighting. Both of them were masters of swordsmanship, one was the chief steward of the Demon Cult, and the other was the headmaster of the Xuankong Pavilion. Both of them had reached the early stage of Martial Emperor cultivation.
In just a few seconds, they fought hundreds of times. The sword energy shot out in all directions, slicing through the sky. In order to avoid the aftermath, the people fighting around them moved thousands of meters away before stopping.
Chongxu was secretly shocked. Liansheng had just broken through to the early stage of Martial Emperor, but he had such strength. He also had that weird sword technique, and every move went straight to the vital points. If he hadn't dodged quickly just now, his throat would have been cut.
Liansheng on the opposite side was also very surprised. Although Chongxu was only in the early stage of Emperor Martial Arts, he felt that he was more difficult to deal with than the Holy Monk Wuwo. No matter how he attacked, it was like hitting cotton.
Unlike the two of them, the fight below, the overall strength of Xuankong Pavilion was not as good as Jinshan Temple, with only seven people in the Martial Emperor Realm. Under the siege of many masters of the Demon Cult, two of them had died in less than an incense stick of time, and the rest were just struggling to hold on.
The other disciples of the Xuankong Pavilion suffered heavy casualties. Even if the Demon Cult stopped attacking now, it would take at least several decades for the Xuankong Pavilion to recover.
The screams around him became louder and louder, causing Qingping's eyes to turn red as he could not break through Bai Haotian's blockade. A hint of ruthlessness appeared in his eyes. He bit his tongue hard and shouted, "I will sacrifice my body to the heavens."
His body instantly became thinner and became like a mummy, but his strength increased dramatically.
Taoist Chongxu, who was fighting with Liansheng in the distance, heard the sound and immediately looked at Taoist Qingping and shouted, "Uncle Junior Master, don't do that."
Many Xuankong Pavilion disciples who were fighting with the Demon Cult below shouted directly, "Uncle Master, don't do that."
"Ah...die to the demon cult monster."
Everyone in the Xuankong Pavilion knows that once this secret technique is used, although it will increase strength for a short period of time, the person will die after the secret technique disappears.
Qingping shouted and slapped Bai Haotian, "Go to hell..."
The space was locked instantly, and Bai Haotian had no time to react. He barely made a sword move, but was hit by a palm and flew several thousand meters away. He spit out a large mouthful of blood and fell to the ground, his life or death unknown.
The many masters of the Demon Cult who were surrounding and attacking the upper echelons of the Hanging Pavilion shouted;
"Great Protector..."
Qingping took advantage of this gap to attack Liansheng, but the Demon Rat King, Wan Hall Master, Chu Hall Master, and Bing Hall Master immediately pulled themselves away and flew towards Taoist Qingping to stop him. The four of them were all at the peak of Martial Emperor cultivation, and they all used their full strength.
Among them, Master Chu and the Demon Rat King even burst out with the attack power of the early stage of the Martial Emperor. For a moment, the space was shattered and they fought like dragons. Even if Qingping used a secret method to temporarily break through to the middle stage of the Martial Emperor, it was difficult to break through.
Qingping became more and more agitated as the fight went on. The four men in front of him seemed to have discovered that his condition could not last long. Even though he was beaten to the point of vomiting blood and being seriously injured, they tried their best to prevent him from breaking out of the encirclement.
The Demonic Tiger King flew to Bai Haotian's side and felt that there was still a faint breath in Bai Haotian's body. He immediately showed joy and took out a large pile of life-saving elixirs and fed them all into Bai Haotian's mouth.
Due to Taoist Qingping's sudden outburst, the situation on the battlefield changed. The life or death of Bai Haotian, who was at the Martial Emperor level, was unknown. The four Demon Cult masters at the peak of Martial Emperor level, namely the Demon Rat King, Hall Master Wan, Hall Master Chu, and Hall Master Bing, were also entangled by Qingping and were seriously injured.
The remaining Demon Cult masters were unable to suppress the people in Xuankong Pavilion for a while, mainly because Taoist Priest Okita was a master at the peak of the Martial Emperor realm, and he alone stopped three Demon Cult masters at the late Martial Emperor realm.
Taoist Chongxu and Liansheng have no idea how many times they have fought each other. Ever since Chongxu saw Taoist Qingping use the secret method, he also started to fight with all his might.
Liansheng was an even more ruthless person. The two of them fought desperately and both suffered serious injuries.
Taoist Qingping, who was surrounded by the four great masters of the Demon Sect, began to attack more and more slowly and his movements also began to make mistakes. It was obvious that the sequelae of the secret technique appeared. The four masters of the Demon Sect immediately began to attack frantically.
Suddenly, a loud shout came from outside the Hanging Pavilion, "Don't be so presumptuous, you evil cult monster, I am Ximen Tianlai."
Qingping looked at the person who came, and a hint of joy suddenly appeared in his eyes. In the distance, two people were flying through the air. It was Ximen Tian from Wanjianmen. His aura was obviously that he had broken through to the Martial Emperor realm.
While Qingping was in a daze, a sword pierced his chest. He felt his eyes go dark before he lost consciousness, but a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Because he knew that if Ximen Tian came, the Hanging Pavilion would be saved. But at the last moment, he seemed to hear a dragon's roar.
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