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Chapter 175 Turning the Tide (Please Subscribe)

Next to the stone platform.

Witnessing her disciples being surrounded and attacked, Abbess Jingyue's expression changed drastically. Her cassock moved without wind, and clouds and water vapor emanated from her chest.

She reached out and pressed her hand on the sword hilt, her eyes flashing with a sharp, intense light:

"hateful!"

“Master, we agreed that once we take the stage, we will each accept our fate and not interfere with each other.”

At this moment, Xie Bao spoke, his gaze cold and indifferent.

Other Qi cultivators from various factions also looked over, their Qi spreading out to lock onto her and Du Bingyan's Qi.

The warning is strong.

"This scoundrel is settling a personal score and getting revenge for the time Yan'er embarrassed him..."

Master Jingyue's gaze sharpened, and she suddenly realized what was happening, filled with intense hatred.

He wanted to help, but was stopped by the Qi cultivators, and it was too late.

It seems that... the entire army will be wiped out.

"Master, look!"

Suddenly, Du Bingyan exclaimed in surprise, her pretty face full of delight.

Suddenly, the sound of a sword rang out from the stone platform. It was clear and melodious, like a clear spring falling on a stone, making a "ding-dong" sound.

Looking in the direction of the sound, a slender figure suddenly rushed out from the Little Water Moon Sword Formation below, wielding a long sword and striking towards six enemies.

In an instant, the sword shadow split, one into two, two into four, four into eight, blurring the lines between reality and illusion, making it difficult to distinguish the true from the false.

Like a flower in a mirror, it is difficult to fathom.

These six individuals were formidable, comprising three True Form Martial Masters and three Internal Organ Martial Masters, making them one of the stronger groups among those besieging the nuns of Shuiyue Nunnery.

However, faced with the incoming sword shadows, the six men could not distinguish between the real and the fake, and their hasty response revealed their weaknesses.

"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!"

In a flash, the swords shrieked in succession, like surging waves, with water vapor spreading and appearing as if shrouded in white mist.

A flash of cold light appeared first, followed by a sword that shot out like a rainbow from the mist, sometimes sweeping, sometimes pointing, sometimes slicing, sometimes pulling, slicing across the faces, throats, and other vital points of the six men.

As the blood mist gushed forth and heads fell to the ground, the attacker had already retreated into the sword formation.

The Qi cultivators around them, with their keen senses, all stared intently at the petite figure in the formation.

"Jinglin?"

Master Jingyue stared wide-eyed, her face filled with disbelief.

No one knows a disciple better than their teacher. Her disciple was kind-hearted, timid and honest, and disliked swords and spears. She had never killed anyone before.

Originally, he was exceptionally talented and had high hopes placed upon him, but unfortunately, he lacked the will to win and was complacent. Therefore, although his cultivation was not weak, he was not of great use.

When I first saw her sign up to compete for a spot, I thought she was just there to make up the numbers. But I never expected her to shine in such a dangerous situation.

Not only can they defeat the many with the few, but they can even kill the strong with the weak!
Of the six people mentioned earlier, three were True Form Martial Masters, all from the Iron Sword Sect. They cooperated seamlessly and had mastered the true essence of swordsmanship.

Unexpectedly, he couldn't even withstand three moves from Jinglin!

"Master, Junior Sister Jinglin has mastered the true essence of the 'Mirror Flower Sword Technique,' 'Willow Sweeping Sword Technique,' and 'Nine Forms of Listening to the Tide'..."

Du Bingyan's eyes sparkled with admiration, and a smile played on her lips:

"She was just one step away from reaching the pinnacle, something I'd never seen her display before."

"This girl is not combative by nature, and she is honest and down-to-earth. Even I didn't expect that she would be gentle on the outside but strong on the inside, with both the heart of a Bodhisattva and the methods of a Vajra!"

Master Jingyue couldn't help but glance at the Qi cultivators around her, let out a cold snort, and curled the corners of her lips:

"Good kill!"

At the same time, the young nun Jinglin on the stone platform was chanting "Amitabha" in her mind. Startled by the flying blood, she immediately fainted.

Fortunately, Liu Sheng used the silk-pulling technique to retreat smoothly into the sword formation without revealing his true identity.

To outsiders, she appeared to be holding a sword with her eyes closed, displaying the demeanor of a master, which greatly boosted the morale of the nuns at Shuiyue Nunnery.

Just then, a muffled groan came from the northeast.

However, the nun named "Jingyu" had revealed a flaw when she looked back earlier, which her opponent seized upon and pierced through her chest with a sword.

The person who made the move was agile and skillful, with black and white down on his cheeks and the backs of his hands. His eyes were cold and sharp, and he was a master from the Xuan Yan Sect.

Xuan Yan Sect, the sect where the love-struck Nalan Rou once belonged.

"Jingyu!"

"Senior sister!" "Watch out!"

Jingyu was severely injured, and the Little Water Moon Sword Formation immediately developed a breach.

The other attacking forces immediately unleashed their deadly moves, applying pressure in an attempt to break through the sword formation and wipe out all the nuns of Shuiyue Nunnery.

In the battle for immortality, it's either me or you.

"kill!"

Liu Sheng snorted lightly, took a few light steps, and manipulated the unconscious Jing Lin to fly out, his long sword sweeping horizontally and then slashing.

In an instant, it was as if a willow branch was swaying, a gentle breeze was rising, and only a soft "rustling" sound remained in the small space.

It vaguely resembles a spring embankment, with green willows swaying and outlining the traces of the wind.

Once the "Willow Sword Technique" is fully mastered, the sword light instantly recedes into nothingness, obscuring the five senses.

Just as the Xuan Yan Sect disciples realized something was wrong and leaped up to dodge, they suddenly heard the sound of willow branches swaying in their ears—

"Swish swish swish~"

"Kill, kill, kill!"

The next moment, these people suddenly stopped moving, and then they were torn into pieces in mid-air, falling onto the stone platform, their livers and brains scattered on the ground.

Meanwhile, Liu Sheng had already manipulated the little nun to move nimbly, avoiding the splattering blood, and arrived at the southwest corner. With a tidal wave of sword cries, he attacked the disciples of the Cui and Wang families.

Both of these families are powerful clans in Jinzhou, with strength comparable to major sects.

Originally, like Shuiyue Nunnery, they were both subject to the imperial court.

However, in order to compete for a spot to enter the ruins, they even joined forces with the forces under the Prince of Jin's command to take advantage of their misfortune.

At this moment, they suffered the consequences of Liu Sheng's counterattack.

When the "Nine Forms of Listening to the Tide" are fully realized, they create an instantaneous surge, like the surging of the ocean tide.

Especially since this place is located on a lake, the abundant water vapor amplifies its power even further.

Then the little nun brandished her sword, and the sunlight reflected off it, like gold leaping on floating waves, making people's eyes dizzy.

At that moment, a barrage of sword shadows suddenly appeared and attacked.

Each sword strike was faster and heavier than the last, layer upon layer, like a surging tide.

Even more so, the swords whistled and roared, like waves crashing against the shore, deafeningly loud.

"No!"

This group of more than ten people, including three True Form Martial Masters, saw that the situation was not good and tried to retreat, but were swallowed up by the sword tide in the blink of an eye.

It turned into puffs of blood mist and exploded outwards.

From then on, three groups of people, nearly fifty in total, died on the spot in the blink of an eye.

There are more than ten True Form Martial Artists alone!
Such a terrifying record was nothing short of a miraculous comeback, shocking the entire audience.

The remaining martial artists who were still besieging the enemy were terrified and retreated in droves.

Even the martial monks of Fuhu Temple, the disciples of the Rakshasa Sect, and the White Lotus Army, who had swept across the entire arena, all turned their heads in surprise.

"Everyone says that monks are compassionate, but I never expected that the abbess's disciples would be so ruthless, especially this young monk... who doesn't seem like a Buddhist at all."

Xie Bao's face was grim. He had previously been on good terms with the elders of the Cui and Wang families.

The Qi cultivators from the Cui and Wang families standing nearby also had murderous intent in their eyes and unfriendly expressions.

"General Xie, have you forgotten that once you come to power, everyone should accept their fate and no one should interfere?"

Master Jingyue sneered, feeling triumphant, and returned Xie Bao's words verbatim.

"you……"

Xie Bao was furious and about to speak when he heard Wu Song's loud laughter—

"Hahaha, Xie Bao, you really are a piece of dog shit, you stink wherever you go. You can't even unite your own people, yet you want to steal the immortal opportunity?"

"you……"

"We can stop now; the number of people has dropped below three hundred."

At this moment, the Crown Prince of Jin spoke up, interrupting Xie Bao.

Upon hearing this, Dugu Ba waved his hand as if to press down.

In an instant, a terrifying aura, as large as a mountain, descended and landed on the stone platform.

The people who were fighting fiercely suddenly stopped, as if a pause button had been pressed, and their movements came to an abrupt halt, unable to move.

(End of this chapter)