The Young Swordsman: The Taoist Priest of Qingcheng Has Descended the Mountain

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Lei Wujie felt as if his arm had been shaken so badly that he almost lost all feeling in it.

"Junior brother, I'm here to help you!"

Sikong Qianluo chased after him with her gun, and thrust it towards Yang Xin, who was in mid-air.

"Another monster has arrived, hee hee."

However, the next moment, his voice changed to a different, authoritative one.

Yang Xin turned around, his mask instantly changing, and a gleam shone from his three-eyed eyes.

Unexpectedly, Sikong Qianluo didn't even flinch: "Oh? Eye technique? I think I can do that too!"

When Sikong Qianluo became Zhou Huanzhen's apprentice, she obtained the Spirit-Sealing Divine Eye, which was specifically designed to disrupt the flow of internal energy.

Yang Xin only saw that the girl's eyes had turned into heterochromatic eyes, with invisible ripples spreading outwards.

To his surprise, the light emanating from his three divine pupils melted away rapidly, like snow meeting the sunlight.

Even the functions of his body came to a standstill.

A life-or-death struggle, even for just a moment, can be fatal.

Sikong Qianluo's spear pierced directly through the opponent's shoulder.

Yang Xin cried out in pain, slamming his staff down. Using the rebound force from Lei Wujie's sword, he leaped into the air, deflecting Sikong Qianluo's spear with another blow. He tumbled twice in the air before finally landing between Lei Wujie and Sikong Qianluo.

Sikong Qianluo noticed that the mask on the person's face had turned into a monkey again, and couldn't help but frown.

Despite being injured, this person was making a squeaking sound similar to that of a monkey, which was rather jarring.

"What a monster! He doesn't follow the rules of the martial world and dares to ambush me, Old Sun! He's utterly shameless."

"Take this from my old Sun!"

For some reason, Sikong Qianluo suddenly remembered a joke her master had told them before.

This joke is about a righteous sect attacking an evil sect. When they can't defeat the evil sect in a one-on-one fight, they shout, "We don't need to follow the rules of the martial arts world with this kind of demon. Let's all fight side by side!"

If it were the other way around, they would say, "As expected of a demonic sorcerer, he doesn't follow the rules of the martial world at all. Let's all charge forward together."

This shows that the so-called rules of the underworld are meant to be broken.

Sikong Qianlu sneered: "A cowardly and sneaky person like you, do you even deserve to talk about the rules of the martial arts world?"

However, what Sikong Qianluo didn't expect was that this dead monkey was actually just a blow from Xu Huang's staff. His body swelled up and he actually rushed into the inn, smashing the staff towards Xiao Se.

Xiao Se, on the other hand, seemed unhurried. With a light touch of his toes, he floated onto the counter as if he were weightless.

The innkeeper was so frightened that he crawled under the counter, trembling and muttering incantations, praying to Buddha for protection.

But the next moment, the innkeeper suddenly pulled out a dagger and stabbed Xiao Se in the lower back.

Murder is actually a skill.

When people face danger, they subconsciously protect their chest, head, and neck, but they don't consciously protect their kidneys.

However, if the kidney is punctured, it can also be fatal.

Unexpectedly, Xiao Se seemed to have anticipated this. He moved again, floated into the air, and slipped a talisman from his sleeve, casually pointing it at the monkey that was pouncing on again with its stick.

A dazzling flash of lightning suddenly exploded.

The entire inn was filled with light.

Xiao Se landed lightly at the entrance of the inn, her back to the light of the explosion, appearing ethereal and otherworldly in the glow.

He calmly put his hands into his sleeves and took a deep breath: "Hmm, Master was right after all. A real man never looks back at the explosion behind him."

However, the next moment, he was slapped on the back of the head.

Xiao Se shuddered. Without even asking, judging from what she was doing, it must have been Sikong Qianluo.

Sure enough, Sikong Qianluo's voice, tinged with anger, came over: "Hey, there are only so many talismans that Master gave us, can't you cherish them a little?"

Is Sister Ye still inside?

Ye Ruoyi, showing no sign of panic, straightened her clothes and smiled, "It's alright, I'm not a weak woman who can't even kill a chicken."

After her congenital deficiency was cured, Ye Ruoyi was finally able to use some Taoist magic.

In fact, her talent in Taoist magic was not bad. If it weren't for her physical limitations in the past, she should have had a remarkable level of cultivation.

"Miss Ruoyi, are you alright?"

Lei Wujie pulled her up and down and looked her over. Ye Ruoyi smiled and shook her head: "It's okay."

That said, don't you guys think something's missing?

Lei Wujie, Sikong Qianluo, and Xiao Se exchanged glances. Sikong Qianluo stamped her foot and exclaimed, "Senior Brother Tang Lian is still upstairs!"

Just then, a violent coughing sound came from behind.

"Cough cough cough...

You guys are being a bit too arrogant.

"You don't really think you can hurt me, Old Sun, with your petty tricks, do you?"

Yang Xin staggered as he stood up from the pit.

It was covered with a thick layer of golden light.

However, the monkey mask on his face seemed to have cracked open with numerous tiny holes.

This mask grants invulnerability.

He hadn't expected that these people possessed such formidable power.

So much so that his indestructible body almost collapsed.

That's truly unforgivable.

"You guys... um..."

Yang Xin frantically circulated his internal energy, about to jump out of the pit, but suddenly stopped and turned around in disbelief.

His eyes slowly opened.

"You... you're still alive."

He saw the person who had ambushed him during the day. The intelligence said that this person was Tang Lian, the eldest disciple of Snow Moon City and a rising star among the younger generation of the Tang Clan.

But, having been struck by his Soul-Capturing Technique, he had clearly already fallen; how could he still be alive?

Tang Lian held a needle in her hand, her face expressionless: "Tang Clan's Rain of Pear Blossoms Needles are specifically designed to break through protective qi. This is my improved version, but it's enough to break through your protective qi."

With a look of resentment on his face, Yang Xin slowly fell down.

The mask on his face shattered, revealing his originally unremarkable face.

He originally thought that these people would be like meat on a chopping board to him, easy to catch.

But Yang Xin never expected that his invincible supernatural power would fail him three times in a single day.

The person who plotted against them didn't die, and the guy in red, who didn't look very bright, was unaffected.

That girl also possessed a strange eye technique, and it exerted a great restraint on his supernatural power.

And that guy who clearly doesn't know martial arts threw out something that could destroy his indestructible body.

Yang Xin never understood what kind of people he had encountered until his death.

I'm so unwilling to accept this.

Yang Xin felt his vision growing darker and darker until finally, the whole world fell silent.

As for the innkeeper, he had already been reduced to ashes in the explosion.

Tang Lian came down the stairs and looked at the large hole in the inn floor. Her eyes twitched.

"Are you guys okay?"

pat, pat.

However, at that moment, everyone heard footsteps, each step feeling like a pause in their heartbeat, causing extreme discomfort.

Chapter 157 A Sword of Killing Intent

"Did you kill him?"

There was not a ray of light outside the door.

A voice, colder than autumn rain.

The footsteps stopped, and Ye Ruoyi clutched her chest.

Even though her body has recovered from her innate deficiencies, her strength is still at its lowest.

The footsteps that had disrupted her heartbeat had almost made her blood rush backward, leaving her feeling extremely uncomfortable.

"Ruoyi, are you alright?"

Lei Wujie's heart was always with her. He walked up to her and shielded her behind him.

Ye Ruoyi swallowed the blood that had risen to her throat and shook her head: "It's alright, just be careful, this person is a little different."

Beep~~~~~~~

As raindrops slid down the eaves, the speed at which they fell seemed to be prolonged.

Suddenly, the raindrop was cut in two by an invisible force, turning into two drops that fell to the ground one after the other.

The lanterns and candles inside the inn went out instantly.

In the world, only darkness remained.

"Everyone, be careful!"

Sikong Qianlu gave a reminder, but the next moment, she heard a muffled groan.

It was a desolate sound.

Sikong Qianluo's heart tightened: "Xiao Se, Xiao Se, how are you?"

She heard no reply, but instead heard the sound of a sword's cry.

"Lei Wujie?"

Still no response.

It was as if she were the only one left in this darkness.

In the boundless silence, Sikong Qianluo felt her heartbeat growing stronger and stronger.

Carrying the blood within, it circulates rapidly, like a surging river.

She knew that this couldn't go on. When her heart rate reached a certain level, her blood vessels would definitely not be able to withstand it, and she would die from ruptured blood vessels.

Without a second thought, Sikong Qianluo patted her purse, and a paper figure floated lightly to the ground. Immediately afterward, the paper figure expanded rapidly as if it had been inflated.

And her eyes shone with light once more, and at that moment, everything in the world became colorful.

Qi is omnipresent, filling the space between heaven and earth.

Suddenly, a silvery-white light disrupted the colors before my eyes.

Sikong Qianluo knew that it was sword energy, and at this moment, it appeared so clear.

Sikong Qianluo's pupils suddenly contracted, as if an invisible energy burst forth, disrupting the sword energy, which then vanished without a trace, like snow melting in the six yangs.

Sikong Qianluo felt a slight pain in her eyes.

Suddenly, everything seemed to disappear, and a ray of light appeared before my eyes once again.

Clang, clang clang...

The air was filled with the sounds of metal clashing.

"Qianluo, are you alright?"

Ye Ruoyi held a candle in her hand, and its light dispelled the darkness of the entire inn.

Sikong Qianluo came to her senses, shook her head, and then noticed that Ye Ruoyi's face was pale and her mouth was full of blood.

"You, you're injured?"