Sword Sect Outer Sect

Chapter 68 The Peak of Wind and Moon
The scholar-robed cultivator had already made preparations long before the flying sword was launched.

His expression was solemn, and the bamboo scroll in front of him shone brightly with yellow light.

In an instant, a shield of rock and earth rose up from the ground, blocking his way.

But his brows furrowed, as if sensing something, and he quickly dodged to the side.

boom!
It only blocked for a moment before the flying sword pierced through the rock and soil shield.

Suddenly, it shifted and returned to Song Yan's side.

In fact, when Song Yan was refining the Wind and Thunder Spirit on the withered wood, he was not only wary of the three rogue cultivators, but also of Rong Xiaofeng and the couple Wu Huaguo.

If they simply avoid battle and leave, Song Yan is confident he can escape.

Unexpectedly, the two of them really kept their word and were truly protecting her. In fact, Rong Xiaofeng even lost many spirit insects because of this.

These two rogue cultivators didn't even give them a chance to speak before they started fighting the couple, and one of them even sent out a hothead who wanted to kill them first.

Then Song Yan has nothing more to say; let's see who's the best.

After fusing with the spirit of wind and thunder, the sword seed under the Zhendao Sword Mansion has become full and round.

Song Yan felt completely at ease, both inside and out, and had a vague feeling that once he had accumulated enough spiritual energy, he would be able to break through to the sixth level of Qi Refining.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the Confucian monk realized that the younger brother of the female cultivator in the red dress had not done anything, but had been bitten by a small snake and knocked down.

The female cultivator in the red dress is also seriously injured right now, and it would be difficult for her to capture all three of them on her own.

Moreover, although this young cultivator is only at the fifth level of Qi Refining, his swordsmanship is precise and ruthless.

If the three of them join forces, I'm afraid I'll be caught off guard and suffer a humiliating defeat.

He cursed under his breath as a piece of trash, then quickly said, "Fellow Daoists..."

Since things had come to this point, Song Yan had no intention of wasting words with him.

He joined his fingers into a hand seal, and his body surged with sword energy, with faint golden arcs of electricity flowing around him.

The originally pure white sword energy was now entwined with several fine arcs of lightning. Before the flying sword could even move, everyone could vaguely hear the low howl of the wind and the surging thunder.

"buckle."

Before anyone knew it, Rong Xiaofeng began to form a hand seal, and the tiny spiritual insects hidden among the grass, leaves, flowers, and trees suddenly surged out, like a layer of ash stuck to the protective spiritual robe of the scholar-robed cultivator.

"roll!"

The scholar-robed cultivator roared, unleashing a torrent of earthen-yellow spiritual light in an attempt to drive away and kill the spirit insects.

Countless rocks and sand particles floated and coalesced, transforming into dozens of rock spikes that hurtled towards the three people on the cliff edge, seemingly to prevent them from taking advantage of the situation.

Whether it was for himself or for the woman in the red dress.

If the woman in the red dress were to die now, there would be no way to save her.

but.

Song Yan's flying sword had already reached him with an extremely strange speed and posture.

"How come it's so fast!?"

These three rogue cultivators only saw the lightning on the withered tree, unaware that it also contained the spirit of the howling wind.

After fusing the Dao Seed into his body, Song Yan felt that the speed at which he controlled his flying sword had increased considerably.

laugh.

Even though they tried their best to avoid it, they still had to spare some attention to fight the spirit insect, and their protective spirit garment immediately shattered and dissipated.

The scholar-robed monk was truly furious at this moment, feeling that he had nowhere to use his magic.

This is what makes insect cultivators so terrifying.

Seeing that the scholar-robed cultivator was at a disadvantage, the female cultivator in the red dress had already decided to retreat, but she was entangled by Wu Huaguo and could not break free.

"Hanmei!"

Song Yan pointed his sword horizontally, his gaze icy: "No need to worry, the two of you can travel together."

With the wind amplifying the thunder's power, nine white sword lights, imbued with the spiritual essence of wind and thunder, slowly swirled around the scholar-robed cultivator, eyeing him menacingly.

This cut off all escape routes for the Confucian monks.

The female cultivator in the red dress watched in disbelief as the situation suddenly turned upside down. She no longer cared about her younger brother's life or death and tried to flee backward in a panic.

However, his hands and feet were entangled by several tough flower branches.

She urged her spiritual power to transform into water blades to cut the flower branches, but the various wood spirits were increasing in number and density. The female cultivator in the red dress panicked, and her spiritual power was being consumed more and more rapidly.

With the tides turning and the tides shifting, Wu Huaguo has a firm grasp on the battle situation.

"Perhaps this is what the elders meant by... 'When two armies meet on a narrow path, the brave shall prevail'?"

"Fellow!"

At this moment, the scholar-robed cultivator begged for mercy while simultaneously channeling his spiritual power to condense into rocks, attempting to resist.

Suddenly, a chill ran through him as blood burst from his shoulder and back, from which a small sapling sprouted. Amidst the chaos of his spiritual energy, the spiritual power of the plants Wu Huaguo had planted earlier exploded like a bomb.

At this moment, the spiritual energy around him was in disarray, precisely because the old power had dissipated and the new power had not yet been generated.

The spiritual light emanating from the mountain rocks suddenly dissipated.

Six sword shadows pierced through the body of the scholar-robed cultivator one after another.

The remaining three sword lights soared upwards, merging with the unmoored boat amidst the dark clouds on the cliff.

At this moment, the scholar-robed cultivator was covered in blood, his clothes torn, and he cried out, "I am a disciple of the Zhao family of Eastern Chu..."

Rong Xiaofeng didn't even look at Song Yan; her eyes were full of indifference.

"Then we absolutely cannot let you stay."

Song Yan still had the reputation of the Dongyuan Sect behind him, but he and his wife didn't have that kind of confidence.

The overwhelming wind and thunderous sword energy suddenly subsided, and dark clouds rose above the cliff, accompanied by rolling thunder.

As the flying sword fell, to everyone's eyes, it appeared as a straight golden thread that vanished in an instant.

boom--

The remaining sword energy transformed into a gale, sweeping across the mountain peak.

The sand and dust that had been spreading were blown away completely.

Unmoored Boat returned to Song Yan's side.

Rong Xiaofeng hesitated for a moment, then walked forward alone, looking at the mottled corpse on the ground, which still bore traces of sword energy, with lingering fear.

He used his spiritual power to dispel the sharpness and began to plunder the corpse.

Song Yan and Wu Huaguo walked together to the red-skirted female cultivator.

"Let me go, let me go... I know I was wrong..."

"I'll do anything! Please, just let me go..."

In fact, the female cultivator in the red dress knew very well that she was going to die.

But that's how people are; when faced with true life and death, they always plead, weep, shed tears, and feel remorse...

Song Yan suddenly remembered what the sect leader had said that day.

"Among cultivators in this world, there is no such thing as an innocent person or a villain..."

Cultivators only speak of strength and weakness.

Always.

Just like the female cultivator in the red dress in front of me.

She wasn't wrong; she just lost.

Song Yan's expression was emotionless as he casually reached out and gently brushed his hand across her forehead.

The female cultivator in the red dress stared wide-eyed, her eyes filled with helplessness and fear.

A sword aura pierced through his head.

Xiao He struggled to drag the boy who had tried to kill Song Yan to the side of the red-skirted cultivator's corpse.

The two people's Qiankun bags were already hanging on the snake's tail.

Wu Huaguo looked down at the unconscious boy and sighed softly.

"At least someone is helping you with your funeral arrangements."

The roots and petals of the flowering tree surged together, burying the red-skirted female cultivator and the young cultivator in the earth.

Rong Xiaofeng had already finished disposing of the scholar's corpse, and the three of them reunited.

Song Yan clasped his hands in a fist and said, "Thank you both for your great help this time."

Wu Huaguo shook her head: "That's how it should be."

“I have already found the most spiritual item, but you two have not yet made any progress.”

Unexpectedly, Rong Xiaofeng and Wu Huaguo smiled and pointed to the Qiankun bag belonging to the Confucian scholar in their hands.

"That's enough."

With a snap, Xiao He tossed the two Qiankun bags from its tail onto the open ground in front of the couple, then darted into Song Yan's sleeve.

“Fellow Daoist Song, there’s no need for that. Once we’re out of this space, we can each take what we need and divide it up.”

"Alright."

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