Chapter 100: Ten Flower Sword Immortal

Jiang Ding is far enough away.

Their battle is not disturbed.

In a short time, several more moves pass, and Wuma Kong is beaten back repeatedly, his internal power shaking and scattering throughout his body, not as good as Li Qingyun in the understanding of 'momentum'.

There is also Song Qing, the seventh on the Dragon and Phoenix List, assisting from the side, and his situation is getting worse and worse.

Not only that, during this time of delay, Qingniu Palace disciples and red-armored iron cavalry from all directions have cleared out the forces colluding with the God Sword Society and Marquis Zhendong, and begin to gather here rapidly.

"Wuma Kong, surrender, and I will plead for you before my master to save your life."

Li Qingyun slaps both palms at the same time, one sticking and one releasing. Two completely different Qi forces wrap around Wuma Kong one after another, like a large millstone, pressing his body shape into distortion, his face flushed, and he has already suffered internal injuries.

"Die!"

Wuma Kong drinks low, dodges Song Qing's sword Qi with a flash, black-gray internal power gathers between his fingers, cold and gloomy, and points down at Li Qingyun's face.

"Stubborn, then so be it."

Li Qingyun shakes his head, showing a bit of solemnity, slaps his palms continuously, and four violent palm winds wrap around Wuma Kong one after another, crushing the Yin God Finger force, making his body shape stagnant and unbearable.

Looking at this young man who is second only to him in the Jianghu for the last time, he slaps his palm toward Wuma Kong's chest as fast as lightning.

Jiang Ding shows interest.

"Senior brother, be careful!"

Song Qing's expression changes drastically.

Behind the wall that Wuma Kong keeps retreating to, a white sword surrounded by flower shadows stabs out quickly from behind.

In the middle of the sword, a transparent and blurry sword Qi flower, divided into ten flowers of different colors, spins at high speed, constantly cutting the air, and a terrifying aura spreads outward.

'Ten Flower Sword Immortal' Wan Qianyu!

She hid her figure here at some point, and as a Primordial senior, she ambushed a junior on the Dragon and Phoenix List!

"Qing Daoren and Kushi are unwilling to ferret out the Green Clothes Building and find the real culprit who killed my son, then I will kill your disciples and let you properly experience what I am feeling now!"

Wan Qianyu's gray-white long hair dances with the wind, her face ferocious.

Li Qingyun's expression also changes.

In a hurry, he hurriedly changes his palms, and two violent palm forces slap toward the ten colorful rotating flower sword Qis behind him. Internal power cannot be fully gathered, but he can still slap and shatter six rotating flower sword Qis one after another.

"My son was also a teenager with such aptitude..."

The hatred in Wan Qianyu's eyes is even stronger. The remaining four sword Qi flowers shoot straight at Li Qingyun's back, the flower stamens sharp, spinning at high speed, easily piercing the internal power shield and clothes, and penetrating into the flesh.

"Ah!"

Li Qingyun screams, explodes all his internal power, and pushes his palms again, barely blocking two sharp flower stamens each, and flees toward the distance frantically.

"Escape?"

Wan Qianyu sneers, stabs a sword, breaking through the air silently. In terms of speed and sharpness alone, it far exceeds the previous sword Qi flower, arriving at Li Qingyun's back in an instant.

Ambushing as a Primordial powerhouse, and going all out, this person is enough to be proud of.

"Senior brother!"

Song Qing is terrified. Seeing that the situation is irreversible, he turns to flee, but sees a cold black shadow blocking in front of him, black-gray finger force stabbing straight.

"Friend! Save me, Qingniu Palace will definitely have a heavy reward!"

Song Qing's sword Qi is pierced through. In shock, he hurriedly roars toward the direction Li Qingyun just hinted at. The other party can sneak in here silently, so they must have some ability.

But he sees that there is no one there.

"A genius whose aptitude far exceeds mine, perhaps about to fall here..."

At another corner, Jiang Ding appreciates it quietly.

As for saving, save what? Living in the Jianghu, dying in the Jianghu is very normal. Killing others and being killed is the same. Righteous path or demon path, they are all the same.

Clang!

A sword sound, with a very strong spiritual infection meaning.

Jiang Ding seems to see a long sword, soaring in the clouds, pursuing freedom all his life, never compromising, and it is the same until the moment of death.

"This is... touching the threshold of sword intent?"

Jiang Ding's expression tightens.

This thing is not his knowledge blind spot. The so-called sword intent is that the martial artist's or cultivator's divine soul has some kind of sword path specialization, and the structure has undergone subtle changes, thereby showing a phenomenon far exceeding martial artists or cultivators of the same rank in a certain sword path.

Such people are also geniuses in the Immortal Sect outside the realm.

As for the Immortal Sect, there are very, very few. The Immortal Sect just treats cold weapons as an existence to cultivate sentiment and will not give birth to this kind of thing.

This sword shadow in front of him has a bit of this meaning.

Looking closely again, a jade pendant at Li Qingyun's waist shatters, and a sword Qi shadow flies out from it, easily splitting Wan Qianyu's sword, which condensed all her Primordial true Qi, and shoots straight toward her throat.

"Qing Daoren!"

Under the sword Qi shadow, Wan Qianyu feels uncontrollable fear. In the face of life and death, she can only use her finger as a sword, and with all her Primordial true Qi gathered, she barely points upward amidst countless flower shadows.

The two collide, a tooth-aching metal friction sound, the sword Qi shadow, which had some consumption, is finally blocked.

It didn't pierce her throat, but slashed obliquely across her body, narrowly cutting a shallow wound on her chest, and a large amount of fresh blood spilled.

"Grandmaster..."

Wan Qianyu shows fear, using true Qi to close the wound. Fortunately, after multiple consumptions, there was not much sword Qi left in it, otherwise, just breaking a little skin would have meant certain death.

"Grandmaster?"

Jiang Ding stares at the sword Qi shadow that is gradually disappearing, with shock in his heart.

"Ordinary Primordial martial artists, if they are not pulled away and kited, can completely pose a major threat to Qi Refining mid-stage cultivators, but a grandmaster can almost kill them with a sword Qi shadow from who knows how long ago."

"Then what is the strength of a grandmaster?"

"Qi Refining late-stage? No, absolutely more than that. He is absolutely a Qi Refining peak existence, and not a weak one among Qi Refining peak cultivators."

"What exactly happened to make a martial artist comparable to Qi Refining peak?"

Jiang Ding exclaims, no longer daring to underestimate the martial arts accumulation of a world for who knows how many years.

"Imperial court wanted criminal, Wan Qianyu is here!"

The first batch of more than twenty red-armored cavalry finally arrives. Looking at the white-haired woman with a wound on her chest and a large amount of fresh blood spilled, the two squad leaders show greed in their eyes.

Whoever kills Wan Qianyu will be enfeoffed as a Marquis of Ten Thousand Households!

"Raise spears!!"

The risk is quickly ignored. The two squad leaders look at each other and roar, their speed rising to the peak. The three-meter-long spears are raised high and then placed obliquely.

"Charge!"

More than twenty red-armored cavalry charge with spears. The squad leaders and platoon leaders are all above the Internal Qi Realm, and the soldiers are all Body Refinement perfection, no worse than Chen Chen's elite troops.

Iron spears are like a forest, like a cage!

"Seeking death!"

Wan Qianyu says coldly.

Her figure flashes, arriving beside the charging red-armored iron cavalry at some point, and a sword Qi surrounded by hundreds of flowers flashes. The heads of several soldiers are broken and thrown, and blood sprays.

The two squad leaders are terrified, hurriedly turning their horses to kill her, but see that the person has disappeared, only streaks of sword Qi surrounded by hundreds of flowers in their peripheral vision, and their throats hurt.

"Her injuries are not that heavy."

A squad leader thinks annoyedly, and his vision gradually darkens.

"Escape!"

The morale of the remaining red-armored iron cavalry collapses, and they flee in all directions, being killed one after another in a few breaths.

One rider, panicking, crashes through the wooden door by the street, revealing the terrified siblings inside.

"Hero, spare my life!"

"Get lost!"

The red-armored iron cavalry doesn't even look at them, whipping his horse to run past them and crashing toward the back door.

A white sword roughly cuts off his throat, his head is thrown, and hot fresh blood spills on the siblings, scaring them into wailing.

"Sister, don't cry, this grandma is here to save us!"

The boy still maintains considerable rationality, covering his sister's mouth, looking flatteringly at the white-haired, wrinkled old woman in front of him, whose skin is as pink and tender as a child's.

"Grandma? Who is your grandma?"

Wan Qianyu says coldly, slashing a sword at the two small heads.

"Two annoying little things, far less cute than You'er when he was young."

Swish!

A crimson flying sword appears at some point, surrounded by scorching sword Qi, slashing back her long sword.

Wan Qianyu turns her head abruptly.

In the distance, a down-and-out middle-aged swordsman is looking at her, his brows furrowed. ===== CHAPTER 101 =====