Sheng Xuanyuan looked at her surrounded by sword spirits. Her head was smashed by a heavy bamboo, half of her face was bleeding, her brows were tightly knitted, and her purple eyes were full of disdain and killing intent. He calculated whether he could save her and die for her in the few feet between him and her. The smell of blood oozed from his clenched teeth. He knew that it would be too late.
Xu Tiancheng stepped closer behind him, "Junior brother, you have to think carefully. There is no point in turning around to kill me. I can still let her die!"
"Sheng Jing, don't be threatened by him. Don't worry about me." Qiong Yi looked at him, her tone was a bit calm.
"What are you talking about?!" Sheng Xuanyuan clenched his sword tightly and made an angry sound in his throat. How could he ignore her? Just seeing her hurt made him feel so distressed. The discomfort in his guts that was suppressed by force erupted together with the helplessness and anger in his heart at this moment. He shook his body twice, trying desperately to stay awake. The sword was inserted heavily into the soil and he stood up.
Qiong also didn't know that he had suffered serious internal injuries, and she panicked for a moment: "Sheng Jing!" She moved forward two steps, and the wound that had just been stabilized tore open again, and blood gushed out. The Qingguang sword was pressed against her neck. She stared at Xu Tiancheng, her eyes bloodshot: "The righteous sect! How could you do such a dirty thing!"
"That's how the Jianghu style is. The brats who are pampered among the five major clans still have little experience."
Xu Tiancheng's face was expressionless, and his slow steps forward suddenly suddenly became violent, and the golden light flashed on his raised palm, and he slapped Sheng Xuanyuan, who was half-stretched with his back to him.
"Tiancheng!" Song Wanshu's call made him stop suddenly. When he turned around, he saw Yan Ting holding her deeply. The Zhaolin sword was pressed against her slender neck. There was a lot of blood on the sword. Looking closely, she was white. There were blood marks on his neck and throat, "Help me..."
Xu Tiancheng was paused for a moment. He couldn't figure out why Yan Tingshen was able to capture Song Wanshu alive. He was obviously just a low-level monk, and he was so seriously injured. Song Wanshu knew that he had lost his ability to fight, so he came to surround and suppress these two people with him.
"Let her go, or her head will fall to the ground." Yan Tingshen tied a bamboo branch to his right arm, held the sword tightly in his left hand, and inserted three points into Song Wanshu's flesh: "Do you want to try it, is your Qingguang Spirit Sword faster, or Can I twist off your junior sister’s neck quickly?”
When Sheng Xuanyuan saw Xu Tiancheng stopped and became distracted, he hurriedly raised his sword and slashed at the four lightsabers. Xu Tiancheng was startled and his hands suddenly clenched into fists. The sword spirit immediately stabbed Qiong Yi. Sheng Xuanyuan blocked two swords. When he saw that the remaining two swords were about to hit her, he rushed forward to protect her with his body. Qiong also used her legs that could still move to get up from the ground to face Sheng Xuanyuan. The two hugged each other in the air. Turning over, the lightsaber pierced the air and penetrated more than a foot into the soil.
Qiong Yi and Sheng Xuanyuan supported each other. He raised his hand and put it in front of the bleeding hole in her waist and abdomen, using his true energy to stop the bleeding. Xu Tiancheng laughed furiously and said, "Okay! Okay! One can act, two can do it." Fight! You guys are so funny!"
Song Wanshu struggled to break away from Yan Tingshen's hand, but Yan Tingshen had sealed her acupuncture points, preventing her from moving. He said, "It seems you don't care about your junior sister's life at all."
"You are right." Xu Tiancheng looked at the blood on his sword, shook his head and sneered: "If you kill her, I can kill the three of you to avenge her."
Song Wanshu's lips trembled: "...Senior Brother Tiancheng."
Yan Ting looked deeply at Sheng Xuanyuan beside him and said loudly: "Their 'Qingguang Spirit Blade' has a weakness! Three inches from the tip of the blade, this thing is connected to their blood. Once it is broken, it will suffer a huge backlash. !" He was indeed seriously injured, and his right arm was indeed broken by Song Wanshu, but the dying appearance that made Song Wanshu put down his guard was just an act. Fortunately, Song Wanshu left a clear light blade to confront him. Let him try to find a flaw.
Sheng Xuanyuan nodded: "Okay!"
Xu Tiancheng's expression condensed, and he fully activated his energy, summoning four light swords to attack the three of them. After all, Yan Tingshen was only a threat, and he did not dare to kill Song Wanshu, so he used her as a human shield to protect himself. Qiong also looked at the palm of his hand, and saw that there was still some vitality left to use, and complained to Sheng Xuan: "I can restrain his sword spirit!"
Sheng Xuanyuan let go of her and summoned the Chengying Sword: "You choose, I'll kill you!" Then he rushed to block them.
"Ding——", suddenly a deafening sound of gongs sounded from a distance, like the sound of gongs at the end of the night, surging like water waves, shaking the sky and the earth, the bamboo body trembled, and the bamboo leaves trembled one after another. There was a loud sound, and everyone present looked shocked. Xu Tiancheng was the first to react: "It's really easy to cause trouble if you take action so close to the Su family's mansion." He dismissed the Qingguang Spiritual Blade and slowly fell to the ground. However, within a short time, people around the bamboo forest had gathered silently. A circle of disciples, all wearing Su's martial arts school uniforms, the leader stood on a bamboo, leaned over and looked at the five people, then flicked his sleeves, and said in an old and low voice: "Arrest these five people! Take them back to the Su family !”
"yes!"
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Su Ye couldn't fall asleep lying on the hard stone bed. He only heard the noisy footsteps outside the cell door, and then smelled the strong smell of blood. Before he knew what happened, he heard the sound of his long-lost friends. He jumped out of bed quickly, looked out through the iron bars and dim candlelight, and saw a few bloody people being pushed into the cell.
"Sheng Xuanyuan! Brother Yan! Qiong Yi!" He was shocked, "Why are you here... and still hurt so badly! Who hurt you!"
Xu Tiancheng sneered as he entered the prison. When Su Ye saw these two unfamiliar faces, he immediately understood.
Qiong Yi's abdominal wound had been bandaged with her skirt. She was surprised, but she no longer had the strength to be surprised. She lay flat on the cold stone bed and didn't want to move: "Su Ye, why are you...also in prison?" inside?"
"Are you here to find me?"
Yan Tingshen replied, "Yes."
"It's the same when I'm in a cell. I'm locked up wherever I go." Su Ye snorted. He really didn't expect that they would come to him, and they even went to the prison to meet again. It was originally very... I was moved, but looking at each other across the iron cage, both looking miserable, I couldn't be moved at all.
The person in the cell next to Qiong Yi was Sheng Xuanyuan. She raised her hand and knocked on the wall, "Sheng Jing, are you feeling better?"
"How could he be fine? That was one of my three special skills, Thunder Palm. I'm lucky if he didn't shatter his internal organs." Xu Tiancheng said leisurely.
Sheng Xuanyuan breathed out a breath of turbid air from the time he was forced to adjust his breathing. He covered his chest and said, "Qiong Yi, I'm fine."
"You can really hold on, little junior brother." Xu Tiancheng said with a smile: "It's a pity, it's a pity. Our Qinggui Sect can't get talents like you, it's a pity."
"From the Qinggui Sect?" Su Ye raised his eyebrows and asked coldly, "Were they all injured by you?"
"That's right. Why, you want revenge?" Xu Tiancheng swayed with his legs crossed: "But bullying a child is something that it would be shameless to admit it out loud."
Su Ye looked at his injuries and said with a sneer: "He is more than ten years older, so he doesn't get the advantage."
"Ha." Xu Tiancheng sneered and stopped talking.
Qiong also used the gradually recovering Qi in her body to heal her wounds. She wanted to try to release the Qi again, but it seemed that this place had been sealed by the Su family and could not be released. Even the spells and spells were useless, let alone All swords and weapons were also taken away.
A sleepless night.
Qiong could also hear the trembling sound of Sheng Xuanyuan's breathing on the other side of the wall. She pressed against the wall to get closer to him. She also felt pain all over her body. She couldn't move her left leg and her abdomen was on fire. As long as the energy that kept her body running was cut off, she would faint from the pain.
"...Sheng Kyung..."
Sheng Xuanyuan heard the noise and opened his eyes: "Don't be afraid, I'm here." His voice was hoarse, and Qiong Yi could hear the taste of rust in his throat.
Qiong Yi wanted to say that she wasn't afraid, she just felt sorry for him and was worried that something might happen to him, but the words turned into a soft hum when her words came to her lips.
Not long after dawn, the Su family came here. The first person to step into the dungeon door was the old man who captured them here yesterday. He looked around the prison and called his disciples to open the door for Sheng Xuanyuan and the others. Su Ye I couldn't sit still: "Grandpa! Why don't you take me out now?"
"When will you plead guilty to your father, and when will you return to the solitary confinement room?" The gray-haired old man's body was upright, exuding a bit of elegance, and his eyes were less gentle than the whole body, showing a sharp feeling.
"If I am wrong, I will admit it. If you want to accuse me, there is no need to hesitate!" Su Ye rolled his eyes and jumped back on the stone bed: "Please, Grandpa, please find a doctor for my friend's injury. The origin of these two people is unknown." You have to stay here with me, I think they are unhappy, so don’t give them medicine."
The old man glanced at Xu Tiancheng and Song Wanshu. Xu Tiancheng smiled and bowed to him, "I have been the former Sect Master Su for a long time. We are disciples of the Qinggui Sect. We have no intention of offending the Su clan of the five clans. Can you please spare Su Fang's life?"
"The Su family has not interacted with people from the ten sects of Jianghu for a long time. You are already breaking the rules by fighting next to Su Ze! There is no reason to let them go!" The old man saw that the disciples had helped the three people as much as they should have, and he Carry those who should be carried away, straighten your robes, and leave.
"Hey! What's so great! Why show off your family prestige!" Song Wanshu spat coldly and said.
Su Ye nodded in response, "Indeed. But you deserve it."
"..." Song Wanshu turned her head and stopped talking. Xu Tiancheng spoke to him with great interest and asked him: "How come Master Su is locked up in his own dungeon?"
"Well, you want to know?" Su Ye smiled: "Slap yourself, cut off your arm, stab yourself again, and I will tell you."
"Hahahahahahahahaha." Xu Tiancheng laughed, "If you don't want to say it, just say it. Why are you so funny?"
Su Ye laughed a few times with him in amusement, and then stopped coldly.
The Jianghu people have the rules of the Jianghu people, and the five races have the beliefs of the five races. Su Ye lay down on the stone bed, looking at the daylight coming from the narrow ventilation hole of the dungeon, and thought to himself, when faith is empty, the authority within the clan is just a whitewash, and the identity of the rich clan becomes a shackle, even if I walk under the blue sky and white sun, It's like a bird in a cage, right?
