Chapter 47: A Sword Calls Sister

Qingzhou, wild woods on the north side of Pingfeng Mountain.

As night fell on the horizon, fog gradually rose from the dense forest, floating like a veil between the mountaintops.

In a wild lake here, frogs began to croak continuously, sounding a little restless.

At this moment, a convoy escorted by four carriages was traveling through the dense forest under the night sky. The people on the carriages seemed to all be wearing black cloaks, looking extremely mysterious.

And on the cliff on the side of the direction in which the convoy was heading, the twenty-seven disciples of Lingjian Mountain who were lurking there all became alert and all their sleepiness disappeared.

A few days ago, a group of people walking outside the mountains of Qingzhou disappeared for no apparent reason.

Zhuo Wanqiu received a secret order from the mountain gate and hurried here. She continued to investigate and finally found some clues pointing to this forest.

Afterwards, a junior fellow from outside the academy, Song Ziheng, came hurriedly from the mountain gate and joined them. The group had been hiding here secretly for three days and now finally found their trace.

But at this moment, Zhuo Wanqiu discovered that his junior fellow apprentice Song Ziheng had quietly drawn out his sword.

"Brother, what are you going to do?"

"We must seize this opportunity. Of course we must stop them and find out where they took the missing disciples."

Song Ziheng was already gathering his sword energy, his eyes gleaming with cold light.

Zhuo Wanqiu frowned: "The one who has the ability to kidnap thirteen people outside the mountain must be a master of the upper fifth realm. The secret order from the mountain gate is that we keep a close eye on this place and don't alert the enemy!"

"We only need to subdue one of them, and perhaps we can extract useful information from him."

"I am in charge of this mission. Could it be that Junior Brother is unwilling to obey orders?"

Hearing the voice, Song Ziheng looked at Zhuo Wanqiu and after a long silence, he let go of the hilt of the sword.

However, as the carriage got closer and closer to the cliff and the aura could gradually be sensed, he could not help but begin to secretly condense sword energy.

Because he discovered that the five people following the carriage were only at the upper Condensation Realm, which was one realm lower than his own.

He turned to look at Zhuo Wanqiu, and his sword energy continued to condense.

This senior sister may not know that he is the most talented disciple in the outer sect of Lingjian Mountain.

Since entering the mountain, he has passed through the Forest of Sword Intent of the Sages. Now, he has gathered three mysterious lights and is within reach of the upper five realms. A place in the inner courtyard is as easy as taking candy from a quilt.

But the inner courtyard is just a threshold. What Song Ziheng really wants is a position that will be personally taught by the three peak masters.

He had inquired about it when he came to Qingzhou. It was said that this operation was personally supervised by a big shot on the mountain, and he needed an opportunity to let the peak master see him.

They are just five people in the upper realm of Condensation...

Song Ziheng gripped the hilt of the sword tightly, and finally rushed out suddenly at the moment when the convoy was about to pass by. The sword energy came down from the air, and the dazzling sword light like lightning instantly tore through the night.

The sword swept past, the sword hummed, and a head flew into the air.

Success! Song Ziheng immediately flew back to draw his sword, but he did not expect that four sharp long swords would come at him immediately at an incredibly fast speed.

The spiritual energy under his feet surged, and he dodged it with a bang, then laughed loudly and rushed forward with the sword in hand.

Amid the flashes of swords and the shadows of sabers, the aura of murder was spreading everywhere.

The four swordsmen acted very quickly. The sword lights formed a dense net and pressed forward. The sword energy splashed out with a force like splitting a mountain.

Song Ziheng opened his eyes angrily, and faced the four swords with the long sword in his hand. Fire splashed as the sword energy spread, and the sound of golden swords was endless.

But with this confrontation, the smile on Song Ziheng's lips gradually froze.

The lower three realms are called the original realm, and the improvement of the realm is actually the improvement of speed and strength.

But at this moment, these four people in the upper realm of Condensation displayed extraordinary Qi power. Each of their swords carried a tearing force and the wind from the sword was as strong as a strong force.

Song Ziheng frantically circulated spiritual energy to infuse the sword, and a fierce light burst out from his hand to attack again.

The moment the fire splashed, his heart trembled instantly.

Because he found that as the four men on the opposite side swung their swords, a strong evil spirit began to spread everywhere, and the sword that was coming to split the mountain became heavier each time, and finally it was as heavy as a thousand pounds, almost breaking his hand bones.

Will die...

If you continue like this you will definitely die.

Song Ziheng's expression began to reveal fear, and he became more and more timid as the battle went on.

One knife, two knives, three knives...eight knives!

Seeing that the knife in front of him was as heavy as a mountain, Song Ziheng knew that he would definitely not be able to withstand the next blow.

So in a panic, he suddenly gathered a fierce sword energy and slashed out, then turned around and quickly ran towards the cliff where everyone was hiding.

Zhuo Wanqiu was furious at the scene in front of her, but she didn't bother to blame him and immediately drew her sword and left.

“Damn it!”

"All disciples, follow me to rescue people!"

The twenty-seven disciples immediately flew across the sky with their auras, and their swords dropped like cold rays of light.

There is indeed something strange about the four swordsmen. The strength of their physical bodies is not at the upper level of Condensation at all.

But even so, due to the difference in numbers, the swordsman had no chance to accumulate strength, and was defeated by the disciples of Lingjian Mountain amid the clanging sounds of swords colliding.

Zhuo Wanqiu felt a little relieved, thinking that although she had not obeyed the order of the mountain gate, the situation seemed to be still under control.

But at this moment, she seemed to see a dazzling golden light rising across the sky, like a huge golden wheel in the sky, even the surrounding night sky melted away.

At this moment, the coachman sitting in the first carriage had already floated into the air, with spiritual light radiating from his body.

"There's someone else?!"

"Senior sister, it's the Rong Dao realm..."

In the dark forest, everyone looked up, their faces as pale as death in disbelief.

They could never have dreamed that such a small caravan would have a powerful Rong Dao realm expert as a coachman.

trap?

No, it's not possible.

No outsiders knew that they were lurking here, and if Song Ziheng had not been eager to make a contribution, they would not have been exposed like this.

Besides, if Rong Daojing wanted to kill them, what trap would he need? The only possibility was that Rong Daojing was really just a horseman. What kind of caravan was this? As Zhuo Wanqiu kept thinking, her face was already pale under the golden light of the sun in front of her. She felt a gust of wind coming towards her, and murderous aura was dancing wildly in the night.

With a loud bang, a whistling fist force suddenly fell down, and the five disciples who were hit first had their swords broken and flew out.

The cloaked man in the Rong Dao realm then gathered his strength and made a fist, as if he had lightning and fire in his hand, like a god.

"Go, go!"

“Senior Sister…”

"Leave quickly and report to the master."

Zhuo Wanqiu raised his sword, gritted his teeth to resist the pressure in front of him, and then walked away with the sword across his body.

This was undoubtedly a suicide mission. Zhuo Wanqiu understood this, and the disciples behind her also understood this, but there was no other way.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

But at this moment, an even more powerful pressure suddenly rose from the distant mountains and forests, causing the body of the man in Rong Dao Realm to suddenly stiffen.

The next moment, the wind and waves howled between the distant mountains, the dead trees bent, and a huge sword rose into the air under the moonlight.

With a clear sword chant, the sword intent shot out into the air, directly knocking the man in the Rong Dao realm away, and in the process, a deep sword mark was cut on the mountain wall, causing waves of earth to surge.

When the dust settled, everyone discovered that the man in Rong Dao Realm had lost an arm, but he still had a breath left and was gasping for breath.

The disciples of Lingjian Mountain turned around in astonishment and saw a woman flying in the air, with spiritual light on her body, floating like a fairy.

She achieved perfection at the age of ten, and entered the upper fifth realm the following year. No one ever dared to praise her for being cute, because she wielded the sharpest sword in Spirit Sword Mountain.

Among the direct disciples of the seven immortal sects, she is the only one who has already mastered the Taoist sacred weapon before becoming the head of the sect.

Because everyone knows that she represents the rise and fall of Lingjian Mountain over the next hundred years.

She came from Shengjing tonight and took advantage of the opportunity. The first sword she struck out directly killed a person in Rong Dao realm.

The twenty-two disciples of Lingjian Mountain who were standing there in a daze soon realized her identity and immediately knelt on one knee, but there was still panic on their faces.

Everyone knew that a big shot from the inner sect would come to Lingjian Mountain, but no one expected that it would be Xiao Jianzhu, who lived in Yunding Palace for a long time, who would come in person.

"Don't kneel down, go save people first."

"Go check to see if those four are dead. If they are, kill them a few more times. If they are not, lock them up."

"Other disciples, go see what's in the car."

Yan Shuyi walked through the sand and dust waves, took a look at the Rong Dao Realm cultivator who was embedded in the mountain wall and was still alive, and waved his hand to pull him down.

His cloak had been shattered, revealing a relatively young face.

Seeing this face, Zhuo Wanqiu's face turned even paler: "It's Chen Qinghe..."

Yan Shuyi turned and looked at her: "Do you know him?"

"My Lord, he is an outer courtyard disciple of the Chen Immortal Clan. I met him at the Sword-asking Meeting at Lingjian Mountain two years ago, but... he was only at the lower third level at that time."

"It takes two years to break through the Tongxuan to Rongdao?"

Yan Shuyi frowned, finding it hard to believe.

Because she was recognized as the fastest person in the world, but even so, it took her five years to reach the state of mastering the Mysterious Dao.

Zhuo Wanqiu looked at Chen Qinghe and found that he was struggling with his teeth and claws bared, and he didn't seem to be afraid: "Master Jian, he... doesn't seem to be right."

"Lock him up, and then go inform the Chen Immortal Clan. I will go to ask the mountain tomorrow."

"Ask the mountain..."

Zhuo Wanqiu held her breath and immediately nodded in agreement. She then arranged for her disciples to send the seriously injured brothers and sisters back to the mountain. She then asked someone to lock up Chen Qinghe, who was like a wild beast, and arranged for someone to send him to the Chen family's immortal clan overnight, and then went to check the carriage.

What was loaded on the truck were all some relatively rare spiritual herbs.

The so-called side door refers to a method that has no effect on improving the realm of cultivators and is not included in the training list of the seven major immortal sects.

Some of them are even extremely poisonous, such as Liuquan Grass and Shengyin Flower.

These clues were not enough for them to find where the missing disciples had gone. The only point was still the Chen clan.

Yan Shuyi ordered people to record all the herbs in the car in a book, and then he saw a man coming hurriedly. It was Song Ziheng, who had just protected everyone in the battle.

"Outer Court disciple Song Ziheng pays respect to Master Jian. I just killed a man."

"Really? But I saw you retreat."

"Disciple...disciple is following the orders of Senior Sister Zhuo and wants to return to the sect quickly to report the news to Master Jian."

Yan Shuyi entered the upper five realms at the age of ten, and had forgotten that the lower three realms were so weak that he could be killed with a wave of the hand.

But that guy was only in the lower three realms of perfection, so how could he dare to pinch her face and even have the audacity to praise her for being cute?

I really should have let him see the sword just now and scared him into calling me sister.

"Someone, take down Song Ziheng's jade token."

"Master Jian, wait a minute. Master Jian may not know that I am now the most talented disciple in the outer courtyard."

"you?"

Yan Shuyi glanced at him twice, frowning slightly: "Then doesn't it mean that our Lingjian Mountain is far inferior to Tianshuyuan?"

(My follow-up reading has soared. I bow to everyone. I wrote an extra thousand words out of joy...or2)

(End of this chapter)