Although the disciple of Jian Xingju did not expect such a move from the white-shirted servant, he felt a little weak in his heart. However, after the harsh words came out of his mouth, he couldn't hold back, so he had to withdraw his long sword and stab at Qingjing. However, Qing Jing's hand was very strong. He held the long sword tightly, but Jian Xingju, the disciple, did not pull it out at once. However, if he drew the sword with both hands, it would only make him a laughing stock. He could only secretly gather all his strength into his palms and pause in his heart. With a sound, he finally pulled the long sword out of Qingjing's hand.
"Hiss..." The sword was pulled away extremely hard, and the skin on the palm of the clean left hand made a sour sound like silk tearing, and it was already dripping with blood. Although the Jianxingju disciple had withdrawn his long sword, he was still unsteady on his feet. He staggered back a few steps and fell into the crowd. Fortunately, someone behind him had quick eyesight and quick hands to help him, and he didn't fall down. .
"Senior Brother Yue, are you okay?" Someone in the crowd asked with concern, and it turned out that this person's surname was Yue, but this Senior Brother Yue's expression was not good. He waved his hand without looking back, stood up straight, and cursed in his heart. This guy's cunning. The blood dripping from Qingjing's hand looked ferocious, but at this moment, Senior Brother Yue loosened his strength when sheathing the sword. Although the wound was quite deep, it did not hurt the muscles and bones. Instead, Senior Brother Yue lost his strength and fell into the crowd.
"You...your hand..." The drowned Taiyi Pavilion disciple's face turned pale with shock. He didn't expect that the young elder Qingjing would suffer such a big injury because of him, but he was told not to call him by his name. He could only say you, you. shouted. But he didn't stop with his hand. He pulled off a piece of cloth from a slightly dry part of his undershirt and wrapped it around the wound in Qingqing's hand. "Your...injury hasn't healed yet, and you've lost so much blood...it's better to leave first." Okay... If anything comes to me!" The second half of this sentence was obviously meant for people like Jian Xingju.
"Haha, coming after you? Who do you think you are? When I teach this servant a lesson, it will be your turn!" Senior Brother Yue sneered as if he had heard some joke.
"You...don't bully me too much! When I take care of the wound...I'm going to duel with you bastard!" Although this Taiyi Pavilion disciple knew that he was not strong enough, he had no fear. Those Jianxingju disciples heard that Senior Brother Yue was being beaten. If you take offense, you have to take action if you take one step forward. However, Senior Brother Yue waved his hand abnormally. He was laughing instead of being extremely angry. Murderous intention had already surged into his heart, and he said: "Since you insist on seeking death, I will give you a chance!"
"Little elder, you are injured! While I am holding this person down, you should go back quickly! Even though they are so rampant, they don't dare to kill people at will in Taiyi Pavilion..." The disciple gritted his teeth and whispered. He whispered into his pure ears. The strip of cloth he had torn off earlier was almost soaked with sweat in his hands, so he threw it away quickly and reached into his underwear, only to be pinched in mid-air by Qingjing.
"What's your name? Why haven't I seen you before? And why were you just..." Qingjing raised her finger and pointed at the wet disciple. The blood in her hand was still flowing, almost soaking half of her sleeve. But he didn't care at all, and had no intention of bandaging it. Instead, he became a little interested in the life in front of him. Although this disciple is mediocre in ability, his character is extremely tough and upright, which suits his own temperament.
"Returning to the little elder, I am an orphan. I was adopted by Taiyi Pavilion since I was a child. Although I have no name, my senior brothers all call me Xiaotian. Although I wear the clothes of a disciple, I am usually only responsible for some chores, so naturally I have no contact with him. Young elder... I don’t know why someone from Jianxingju suddenly came today. Elder Qingxu called all the senior brothers from Taiyi Pavilion to the main hall. I came here to clean up when no one was around. I didn’t expect to meet those disciples from Jianxingju who were good at it. Of course I tried to stop him from breaking into the side yard, but he was thrown into the pond..."
Hearing Xiaotian say that all Taiyi Pavilion disciples had been summoned into the hall, Qingjing thought to himself that it was terrible, his breathing suddenly became rapid, his eyes became colder, and he whispered: "Xiaotian, do you have a pen and ink with you?" When Xiaotian heard this, his expression turned serious. A little embarrassed, he took out a worn-out writing brush from his arms, handed it out, and said sheepishly: "Little elder, the ink in Taiyi Pavilion is specially made and is really precious. Xiaotian can't afford it, so I haven't used it yet." Wearing an ink sac...but! But...although there is no ink, Xiaotian has never neglected to practice in his free time..."
Qingjing took the worn-out brush and looked at it briefly. Although it looked a little old on the outside, it was wiped clean and smooth. Moreover, because it was often rubbed, there was even a layer of patina on the barrel. Not only In this way, even the tip of the pen is as strong and sharp as the tip of a knife, which shows that Xiaotian cherishes it very much.
Seeing Xiaotian's caring look, Qingjing smiled bitterly in her heart and said, "Xiaotian, Xiaotian, you don't even wear an ink sac, how can you delay time for me?"
"Senior Brother Yue! Senior Brother Yue! Where are you guys?" At this moment, a shout came from the avenue not far away. Someone in the crowd answered on his behalf. The man hesitated a step and turned in. He lowered his body and said anxiously: "Senior Brother Yue! Why are you here? The elders have already figured it out. Come with me quickly!" Senior Brother Yue nodded when he heard the words, and he hesitated, and the person who came didn't know how to hurry. Without even raising his head, he turned around and disappeared through the door.
"Senior Brother Yue, since the elder has the result, let's leave now!" A disciple whispered in Senior Brother Yue's ear. Xiaotian also looked happy when he heard this, and the big stone in his heart seemed to On the ground.
Senior Brother Yue glanced sideways at the two of them, and happened to see Xiaotian's unintentional joy. A sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he said loudly: "Since the elder has the result, then let's...fuck you!" Before he finished speaking, he turned around and kicked Xiaotian in the chest. Xiaotian did not expect that Senior Brother Yue would suddenly take action. He felt pain in his chest and fell backwards, hitting his head on the stone railing. A stream of blood suddenly flowed out. Red blood stains.
"Little beast, do you really think I will let you go? There will be no good fruit for offending me! I'm going to cause trouble for Taiyi Pavilion today! I would like to see you two insignificant beasts killed, Taiyi The pavilion dares to do anything to us without evidence!" At this moment, there was no one in Taiyi Pavilion, so Senior Brother Yue was naturally confident. He thought he still had some time, and thought about slowly torturing the two of them. After being urged like this just now, I just wanted to give them a good time!
Xiaotian watched Senior Brother Yue's four sword stars slowly light up, and was about to struggle to get up to block Qingjing, but was pinned down by Qingjing. I only heard the latter saying lightly: "Xiaotian, please don't tell others about the magic you see next! As a disciple of Taiyi Pavilion, I have a lot of passion. Even if I don't have an ink sac, I can do it." Blood is ink, flesh is a bag!”
Qingjing turned the brush in his hand, soaked it with blood, and shouted in a cold voice: "You disciples of Jianxingju were killed by me. I should take charge of the matter myself. There is no need to embarrass Elder Qingxu and the other disciples! Although You came here first, but you were insulted in every possible way. Don’t blame me for being ruthless! Killing one group is killing! Killing two groups is killing! I will kill you all today, and then I will go to your elders to make my own confession and apologize!"
But when Senior Brother Yue heard this, he was stunned. He had no idea what this person was talking about. He just thought he was talking crazy, frowned and shouted: "Stop being so arrogant! How can our Jianxing Residence be slandered by just one of your servants? What? Groups of two, I will take off your head right now and see how you still talk nonsense! Seven-star swordsmanship! Drink!"
The two were not far apart, and this four-star sword energy narrowed the distance between them. Although Qingjing was a little confused about Senior Brother Yue's reaction, there was no room for maneuver now, so he snorted but did not retreat. He moved forward and faced the sword energy.
When Senior Brother Yue saw Qingjing acting like this, he secretly said that he was seeking death. He flipped his wrist and the sword edge came across. With a swing of his forearm, the sword energy was like half a jade plate, cutting towards Qingjing's neck. Qingjing was about to thrust out the sword, but had to dodge when he saw this move. He half-bent his right knee, and with a stroke of his left foot, he followed the sword edge to the side of Senior Brother Yue, then straightened his right knee and directly touched Yue. Behind the senior brother. He couldn't loosen the long sword from the penholder in his hand, and continued to mutter something in his mouth. With a flick of his left palm, he patted behind Senior Brother Yue with a thud, and the blood on his face faded a bit.
The position of the sword star at the feet of Senior Brother Yue happened to be where the drowned chicken Xiaotian was picked up before. The ground was naturally slippery. Senior Brother Yue took a few steps and was unable to get up. He tilted his body and flew to the stone railing. He only felt As soon as there was pain in the mouth, three and a half of the four front teeth were broken, and blood spurted into the pond.
Just as Senior Brother Yue was about to curse, he felt a burst of air leaking from his mouth, and he was even more angry. Just as he was about to use the sword again, he felt a burning and numbness behind him. He reached out and touched it, and a few pieces of burnt black were rubbed off. His fleshy skin was even more itchy and unbearable. He reached out and scratched it, and his entire back was torn to pieces by himself.
"Demon deputy! Demon deputy! Come on, help me!" (Demon arts! Demonic arts! Help me quickly!) Senior Brother Yue leaked out of his mouth and was very anxious. He shouted several times before the disciples understood what he meant. With a few clangs, he drew out his long sword and surrounded Qingjing in the center.
Qingjing didn't have an ink sac at the moment, so he thought about using the forbidden blood ink technique in Taiyi Pavilion to fight against the enemy. In desperation, he struck out this palm without using his pen, which consumed most of his energy and blood. Because he was too weak, this originally fatal palm could only barely damage his flesh, and he was a little surprised. Although dealing with these Jian Xing Ju disciples in front of him was not a problem in normal times, but now he has old wounds. Adding new injuries is very difficult.
It's hard to endure. Now that the forbidden technique has been seen, we can no longer leave anyone alive. We have to give it a try even if we risk our lives! The sword stars all around were as bright as twinkling stars, surrounding Qingjing in the middle and fighting non-stop!
Although the momentum of the eleven ordinary disciples is not weak, it is not worth mentioning compared to that of Senior Brother Yue. However, it is not easy to solve the problem in a short time. He can only slowly wear down his physical strength. Having said that, if they were in normal times, they could use a sword array spell such as a star-studded sword array at this time, but it was not a simple superposition of one plus one equals two. How could the current Qingjing be able to compete with it? They are not strong-willed and are in disarray, and they can only gain an advantage in numbers.
As time passed, Qingjing's body was left with several more wounds, and his heart became anxious. If he continued to consume like this, he was afraid that his energy and blood would be exhausted before he could deal with these people... Just as Qingjing was thinking, he just Hearing Senior Brother Yue yell angrily, a very cunning sword energy thrust out from an angle, knocking him backwards, smashing the stone fence, and falling into the pond!
