Huangshan Sword Sect’s eldest senior brother, Liu Qingyu, was walking up the mountain with two junior disciples.
Speaking of which, one of the "junior brothers" was actually a junior sister, but since she had been flat-chested since childhood, and it was indeed more convenient for her to travel through the Martial World in n’s clothing, she gradually ca to be known as a "junior brother."
According to Liu Qingyu’s speculation, the gathering place of the White Socks Sect was very likely to be within a mountain city that had not been flooded.
Compared to Duan Yun, who was quite unfamiliar with this area, the three of them were much more acquainted with it.
And in this region, there weren’t many such towns—Lishan City was one of them.
The three headed straight toward the city gate when suddenly, Liu Qingyu stopped in his tracks, turning to look at the woods to the right.
In the woods, there were several n and won.
They were huddled in the forest; so making a fire, others sleeping.
Seeing their appearance, Liu Qingyu wondered, "Disaster victims?"
So he waved his hand and led the two disciples over to ask about the situation.
The mont they entered the thicket, the daylight grew noticeably dimr.
Liu Qingyu found that there were far more disaster victims in the woods than he had imagined.
Deeper in the forest, throngs of people stirred, numbering at least a few hundred at a glance.
"Why don’t you seek shelter in the city?" Liu Qingyu asked a woman nearby.
"What kind of nonsense are you spouting? If there was room in the city, why would this lady be here nursing!"
The woman was nursing a baby, feeling that this person lacked insight and began to scold him.
However, at that mont, she suddenly noticed the sword in his hand, and her tone suddenly softened, she spoke gently, "Replying to the hero, the city is too crowded now, there’s no place for us."
In fact, since Old Demon Duan began to act the hero, "hero" and "young hero" had almost beco words of insult in Yun State and Yu State.
However, these commoners weren’t Martial World denizens and weren’t aware of this.
Liu Qingyu believed he had high self-discipline in his Kung Fu, and eventually didn’t kill the nursing woman and the baby in her arms because of this.
Yes, their main focus today was still Old Demon Duan.
After the woman answered, she walked backward, trembling in fear, talking to soone halfway through.
Liu Qingyu pondered, "The city is filled?"
After a flood, disaster victims will indeed flow into relatively safe towns, and it was understandable that Lishan City would take in many more people.
But did this look like a situation of overcrowding?
He looked in the direction of the city gate, only to see that the rather small gate was slightly ajar, with no one coming in or out.
"There must be sothing strange about this city! The White Socks and Old Demon Duan might be within," Liu Qingyu warned his two junior disciples.
As the eldest disciple, he had always been the most astute among the Huangshan Six Swords.
At this mont, the two junior disciples moved much closer to him and said, "Eldest senior brother, there’s sothing odd."
It was then that Liu Qingyu realized that the disaster victims in the forest were slowly surrounding them, forming an encirclent.
"A robbery?"
This was the first thought in the three’s mind.
Sudden uprising incidents where disaster victims harm and rob others are common.
But if the victims had found them, they had purely chosen the wrong people!
Or rather, they had chosen the right ones!
Liu Qingyu rembered that the last ti they happily used living people as targets for swordsmanship practice was three years ago.
The few siblings had only slaughtered a village of two hundred and fifty-six people, and their swordsmanship had even improved a level, only for their master to severely punish them!
That damn old man!
If it weren’t for the fact that he had his eye on his favored junior sister Chen Ying and the charming master’s wife, Liu Qingyu might have harbored resentful thoughts.
So how could he not be excited by these many people suddenly appearing for him to slaughter?
"Third junior brother, Fifth junior brother, you know what to do, right?"
Last ti, it was the three of them practicing together.
They practiced the Huangshan Sword Sect’s "Three Talents Sword Formation," and the full na of this formation is "Three Talents Slaughter Sword Formation," which is particularly thrilling and satisfying when slaughtering people.
At that mont, the three of them also noticed that among this group of disaster victims, there were so with a strong foundation.
But so what?
No matter how many of such pests ca, they were nothing but chopping vegetables and slicing lons!
Buzz!
The swords of the three were already unsheathed, but in the instant of unsheathing, the disaster victims in front suddenly launched an assault.
No weapons, only bare hands, and fingers that looked plain and ordinary.
But the mont these fingers struck together, the colors drained from the faces of the three Huangshan Sword Sect disciples.
In the Martial World, there is an extrely fearful hidden weapon known as "Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needle," with descriptions of "Blood must shed upon its presence, returning empty promises ill on, urgency among urgencies, the king of hidden weapons."
For a ti, aside from the Tang Sect’s treasured "Skyfire Thirty-Six Consecutive" which was not circulated outside, it indeed was the king of hidden weapons; several famous Martial World experts died under this hidden weapon.
It is said that this hidden weapon was forged by a mysterious craftsman, and when the "Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needle" was completed, the mysterious craftsman also perished on the spot.
So say that the craftsman who created the king of hidden weapons was already struggling mightily, exhausting all his energy and ultimately succumbing to death from overexertion. Others say the hidden weapon itself was ominous from the start, devouring the life of its creator.
The Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needle could be launched fourteen tis; within five years, ten renowned martial artists died under its assault.
After that, the Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needle disappeared.
So say it was destroyed by a righteous hero who deed it an inauspicious calamity to the Martial World, while others say the Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needle could only be fired ten tis and with the craftsman dead, no one else in the world could replicate or repair this king of hidden weapons, hence it naturally faded into obscurity. Of course, many believe it fell into the hands of soone even more sinister, lying in wait for the right mont to claim more lives.
The Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needle was ominous, mysterious; eyewitnesses who had seen it take lives described its appearance as if it were a fleeting splendor between heaven and earth, unavoidable.
And the fingers being struck out now gave the Huangshan Three Swords a similar sensation.
Liu Qingyu, with the highest cultivation among them, had the quickest reaction. He didn’t hold back at all, his True Qi roiling within.
His cultivation in the Tongyou Realm allowed his True Qi to flow as pure as water, and he unleashed his most proficient killing move—Huangshan Peak Return.
As the elusive Sword Intent erged from the sword body, it took a sudden turn and beca extraordinarily heavy, like a mountain.
The afflicted refugees in front were directly shaken to death, succumbing to violent ends.
Yet eerily, even though so had their heart ridians shattered by the Sword Qi, and were already dead, their fingers continued to strike out fiercely.
It was as if their sole purpose in life, from birth to death, was to unleash this one strike.
The Sword Qi buzzed, beca doubly solid and profound like an abyss, and this ti, many "dead people’s" fingers shattered.
However, there were still fingers that slipped through and attacked.
Clang clang clang!
The fingers collided with Liu Qingyu’s Qingya Sword, ringing clear and sharp.
Liu Qingyu backed up five steps but managed to guard his vital points.
But then, a cry of agony arose.
"Third Junior Brother!"
His junior with weaker cultivation was struck by seven or eight fingers, instantly spitting blood and falling to the ground, unable to rise again.
The weakest among them, the seventh junior, who was in fact a younger female disciple in disguise, was wounded but barely managed to block the attack.
In the blink of an eye, relying on his robust True Qi and sword skills, Liu Qingyu killed over thirty people, but he had no ti to catch his breath as another round of bizarre fingers struck again.
This group of "refugees" seed to have no fear of death, stepping over the bodies of their peers to attack once more!
Liu Qingyu was in pain and had to grit his teeth to withstand it.
He intended to retreat to form an angle with his seventh junior but then a shrill scream pierced the air.
In the last bout, the seventh junior had defended against over thirty fingers, but this ti, he failed to block even ten.
It wasn’t because he was wounded, but because this ti the attackers were wearing White Socks on their toes!
These toes didn’t seem much different from the previous fingers, but the pressure they applied to her was magnified.
Two of those toes stabbed straight into her nostrils!
So she flew out like a kite with cut strings, her nosebleed splattering like torrential rain.
The White Socks retracted their feet, one with a smile remarked, "Told you this one was a manly woman."
"But she’s too young," another quipped.
As a woman in disguise, Huangshan Laoqi blocked the "n Can’t See" but was almost helpless against "Won Can’t Be Seen."
anwhile, Liu Qingyu, the sole survivor of the Huangshan Sword Sect, remaining upright after two rounds of "n Can’t See," was indeed formidable.
Alas, after the third round, he too collapsed, foaming at the mouth, body convulsing continuously.
The Huangshan Three Swords had been taken away, and the bodies of the dead White Socks had been cleared.
These "refugees" went back to cooking, chatting, and dozing off in the woods, as if nothing had changed from before.
High in a large tree, the One-eyed Green Dragon Monk watched the scene, sweating from his forehead, and said, "Master, this White Socks Sect is too bizarre."
The weakest of the Huangshan Three Swords was at the peak of the Qi Sea Realm, on the verge of entering the Tongyou Realm.
In the Martial World of Yu State, there is a saying: Together, the Huangshan trio could slay a Demon Grandmaster; in six-man formation, they could leave no survivors.
This signifies the potency of the Sword Array of the Huangshan Sword Sect and is precisely why the Huangshan Six Swords are notoriously dominant.
But this ti, they were defeated by a group that looked like re underlings from the White Socks Sect.
The abbot of Tieshui Temple sat, nodding as he said, "This Finger Technique and Toe Skills that prevail against the seemingly stronger it’s indeed one of a kind in this world. The Huangshan Three Swords didn’t even have the chance to set up their Sword Array before they were defeated one by one, a true pity."
The One-eyed Green Dragon Monk said, "Then, Master, with the lesson learned, you shouldn’t have any problems, right?"
"What problems?"
"Delivering salvation to these White Socks."
"Who said this old monk wanted to deliver them salvation?"
"Didn’t you say you wanted to deliver salvation to both the White Socks and Old Demon Duan?"
The old monk sighed and replied, "For every foot of Buddha, there’s an inch of Demon. If this old monk saves these White Socks outside the city, what about those inside? And the one controlling the White Socks from behind?"
"It’s like fighting with fists against a myriad of hands. You see, Old Demon Duan knows how to judge the situation; claiming to be the first to arrive upstream, yet he still hasn’t shown himself. Given the chance, this old monk should rather deliver salvation to that shaless, timid Demon!"
The One-eyed Green Dragon Monk looked at his Master, montarily lost for words.
If you’re scared, just admit it. Why the needless talk?
At this mont, he suddenly exclaid, "Soone else is coming!"
On the hillside, a group of sword-bearing won in white approached, looking chaste and composed as if emanating an ethereal aura, heading toward Lishan City!
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