Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

"Yes!" Ding Xingqing agreed excitedly and waved her hand.

Thirteen girls flew toward the twelve young men, holding long swords in their hands. They formed a sword formation to surround them, keeping on guard. The long swords slowly stabbed their Dantian.

Ning Zhenzhen's rigorous behavior has influenced them invisibly, and they have become more rigorous and careful in their actions, and will not be careless.

Ning Zhenzhen stared at Wu Tong and said calmly: "You, Divine Sword Peak, have found a different way to retaliate in this way, I have to admire you."

She was wise and clear-minded, so she naturally saw through Wu Tong's plan, launched it before Wu Tong issued the order, and at the same time suppressed Wu Tong with her spiritual power.

This is a mystery that she realized on her own after practicing Flying Butterfly Palm to the extreme. Of course, Fakong also gave her some techniques.

It was like a sword pressed against Wu Tong's head.

Wu Tong's eyes were bloodshot, and the whites of his eyes were completely red, as sad as a ghost.

His body was shaking slightly and he was struggling to hold on.

He was also a great master and felt Ning Zhenzhen's spiritual killing skills.

Once he loosened his momentum, he would definitely suffer a devastating blow, so he kept struggling but did not dare to move.

He could only allow the masters he brought to be injured by the sword formation, and then watch helplessly as they were stabbed in the Dantian and their martial arts skills were disabled.

He hated anger, and there was a fire burning in his heart. He wanted to take action at all costs, or call the elders who were ambushing three miles away.

But the remaining trace of reason told him that if this happened, he would probably be killed before he could make a sound.

He had no choice now but to hold on.

After all, Mo Youlan is just a weak woman. She is temporarily stronger than herself, but in the long run, it is impossible to defeat herself.

I can definitely survive her.

"Sect Master." Ding Xingqing and the others came up behind her excitedly, staring at Wu Tong, eager to try.

"Go." Ning Zhenzhen stared at Wu Tong and said calmly.

"Sect Master, just kill this guy." Ding Xingqing suddenly flashed behind Wu Tong and stabbed Wu Tong in the back with her sword.

She moved extremely fast, but most of Ning Zhenzhen's energy was locked on Wu Tong, and he condensed his energy into a sword against Wu Tong. He had no time to be distracted. He didn't expect Ding Xingqing to be so impatient.

Ding Xingqing felt that the opportunity was rare.

Wu Tong had been suppressed by the sect leader so much that he couldn't breathe. He didn't dare to move. He just happened to add insult to injury and help the sect leader.

"Bang!" Ding Xingqing's sword flew backwards, and she flew out with it, spraying a blood arrow in the air.

"Senior Sister Ding!" Several girls exclaimed and rushed forward.

Ding Xingqing fell limply in Jing Xiaomei's arms, her face pale, the blood in her body was shaking, and the violent gang energy was still raging.

"Poof!" She spurted out another blood arrow.

"Senior Sister Ding!" The girls suddenly became worried.

I originally thought it was just a counter-shock damage, and even if it was injured, it wouldn't be serious, but it looked like that was definitely not the case now.

Ding Xingqing fell into Jing Xiaomei's arms, her face as pale as gold paper, and the faint golden color appeared on her soft skin.

One look showed that the injury was serious.

Jing Xiaomei's eyes turned red with worry: "Senior Sister Ding..."

"Come here!" Ning Zhenzhen said.

Jing Xiaomei hurriedly carried Ding Xingqing to Ning Zhenzhen, watching Ning Zhenzhen stretch out her left hand and gently press Ding Xingqing's vest.

"Poof!" Ding Xingqing spurted out a blood arrow again.

This blood arrow was black and exuded an astonishing cold air, making all the girls shiver from a distance.

After Ding Xingqing spurted out this blood arrow, not only did she not feel weak, but she became energetic. She breathed a long sigh of relief and struggled out of Jing Xiaomei's arms.

Wu Tong raised his head violently, arched his body, and shouted to the sky: "Ah!"

The roar was like thunder, full of tragedy and unwillingness.

"..." The howling stopped suddenly.

His body stiffened, he fell straight up and fell to the ground with a loud "bang", motionless and passed out.

Taking advantage of Ning Zhenzhen's distraction, he gathered all his strength and let out this long roar.

Then he was stabbed by Ning Zhenzhen's spiritual thorn and fell into coma.

Ning Zhenzhen stepped forward lightly, unsheathed the long sword at his waist, and stabbed Wu Tong's Dantian and Tanzhong. Then she sheathed the sword and looked at Ding Xingqing and the others: "Use your fastest Qinggong and escape back to the city. Don't look back. ”

"Yes." Ding Xingqing nodded solemnly.

Now she finally knew the caliber of herself and others. She suddenly stepped forward and thrust out a sword earlier because she had an inflated mentality. She felt that the masters of Divine Sword Peak were no more than this and were vulnerable to a single blow.

I was injured in the shock just now, and I completely understood that my cultivation level was far behind. The reason why I could beat the masters of Divine Sword Peak was because of the power of the sword formation. I couldn't compare with these masters of Divine Sword Peak, let alone the elders of Divine Sword Peak.

The gap between him and the elders of Divine Sword Peak is too big.

However, the sect master was able to suppress the elders of Divine Sword Peak with just his momentum. His cultivation was truly unfathomable.

Just at this moment, four long whistles sounded from a distance.

The long roar was as high as gold and stone, and the sound stopped the moving clouds. It was like a rolling tide, approaching at an extremely fast speed.

Ning Zhenzhen waved his hand.

Ding Xingqing and the others understood, quickly joined together, rushed into the distance, and disappeared into the bamboo forest in the blink of an eye.

Four small black dots had already appeared in the field of vision. After Ning Zhenzhen blinked, they came closer.

They saw the situation at once and knew they had failed, so they drew their swords in the air and rushed towards Ning Zhenzhen.

The swords in their hands are not the same, and the sword blades are slightly different.

This subtle difference is easily overlooked by outsiders. Only the disciples of Divine Sword Peak can tell that the swords in their hands are the four styles of the Eight Divine Swords.

Ning Zhenzhen faced their attacks and took the initiative to attack them. She fluttered towards an old man like a butterfly, and before the old man could change his moves, she hit him on the back.

"Bang!" The old man flew out in disbelief.

He really couldn't believe everything he encountered. How could he not be able to catch a single move? His cultivation level wasn't that bad!

Ning Zhenzhen folded in the air, avoided the other two swords, ducked behind the other old man, and knocked him away with a light palm.

The four old men all looked as if they had seen a ghost, whether they were those who were knocked away or those who were not, they all had the same expression.

They all couldn't believe it, everything in front of them was too unbelievable.

Ning Zhenzhen's movements are mysterious, but no matter how mysterious they are, they are not so superb, making their divine swords so vulnerable.

Ning Zhenzhen flew as gracefully as a butterfly and knocked away the remaining two old men. They landed lightly on the boulder. Looking at the four old men standing together again, he shook his head and said: "I didn't want to be an enemy of Divine Sword Peak, but You Shenjianfeng bullied me too much and tried to kill me many times, which is really intolerable."

"Sect Master Mo, you have good body skills." A skinny old man said coldly.

They fed Wu Tong a magic pill, and Wu Tong slowly woke up and stared at her with gritted teeth.

Ning Zhenzhen said: "We have just reached perfection in Flying Butterfly Palm. Should we continue on Divine Sword Peak, or should we stop here?"

She shook her head and said: "The strength of our Jade Butterfly Sect is far inferior to that of your Divine Sword Peak. If we really continue to fight, our sect will definitely suffer a big loss."

"Sect Leader Mo is a sensible person." The skinny old man was like a bamboo pole, with almost all the muscles on his face worn away, making his face as scary as a skeleton.

The cold light in his eyes made people dare not look directly.

Ning Zhenzhen said: "But you should also understand that if I am determined to go against your Divine Sword Peak, you can destroy my Jade Butterfly Sect, and I can also severely damage your Divine Sword Peak. It will be no problem to kill some top masters." of."

The four old men and Wu Tong fell silent and did not refute.

Ning Zhenzhen's movement and palm skills shocked them.

Under her strange and unpredictable body skills, her own sword skills seemed to be vulnerable, and she had no power to fight back.

Ning Zhenzhen said: "Either both sides suffer, or it ends here."

"Impossible!" Wu Tong said solemnly.

Shenjian Peak has suffered such huge losses, how could it stop here!

Ever since Divine Sword Peak has dealt with various sects, it has never suffered such a big loss. How could it be spread out?

Ning Zhenzhen smiled: "The elder who died last time was an assassin who assassinated me. I had no choice but to fight back in order to protect myself, and it was just a mistake. He came forward for the masters of the Nine Yuan Holy Sect. You, Shenjian Peak, regard the martial arts order as nothing. , I’m really confident.”

The five people looked ugly.

Ning Zhenzhen said: "As for now, our Jade Butterfly Sect is merciless. You want to kill us, but we only cripple you. It can be said that we are doing the most benevolent and righteous thing."

Wu Tong remained silent.

If she were Mo Youlan, in that situation, she would probably have to kill her directly.

Mo Youlan was indeed merciful.

Of course she did not dare to kill because she was afraid of the power of Divine Sword Peak. She was not truly kind and lenient.

But there is nothing we can do if we really want to kill them.

People cannot be resurrected after death, and even if the entire Jade Butterfly Sect is destroyed, there is no way to resurrect those disciples.

So no matter what, Mo Youlan's attitude is still good.

Ning Zhenzhen said: "Whether it's war or peace, we can decide it with one word."

Wu Tong suddenly sneered: "Mo Youlan, you think you are sure of victory, don't you?"

Ning Zhenzhen smiled: "Does Divine Sword Peak have any other tricks?"

There was a clear whistle in the distance.

Ning Zhenzhen nodded and said, "Sure enough, the master was ambushed on the way here."

Wu Tong was proud: "Originally, I didn't want any fish to slip through the net, but now it turns out to be a clever move. Your disciple is now in our hands!"

Anyone who offends the Divine Sword Peak will be repaid tenfold.

These Jade Butterfly Sect disciples must die, and no one will be spared, so two elders were ambushed on the way forward.

I never thought about it, but it was a mistake.

Ning Zhenzhen smiled.

Wu Tong sneered and said: "If you just surrender, we won't kill you. We will only destroy your martial arts skills and leave the remaining disciples..."

The skinny old man said calmly: "Kill him!"

He didn't want to look at the beauty of the Jade Butterfly Sect disciples from all over Shenjian Peak, but he would pity the beauty and cherish the jade and couldn't bear to kill him, which would leave huge consequences.

You must know that many of the disciples of the Jade Butterfly Sect marry high-ranking officials, even royal concubines.

Once they get the news, they will definitely force Shenjian Peak to make friends with them, and Shenjian Peak may not be able to refuse.

If killed directly, the dead person cannot be resurrected. Even if those married disciples hate him, they will have no choice but to leave the Divine Sword Peak.

No one will continue to uphold justice for a destroyed sect.

Wu Tong looked at Ning Zhenzhen: "For the sake of not killing us, I will spare your life. The other disciples will have no choice but to die. Anyone who is an enemy of Shenjian Peak will be dead!"

Ning Zhenzhen shook his head: "It is indeed the Divine Sword Peak. It is not less ruthless and domineering."

Wu Tong smiled proudly.

Ning Zhenzhen turned to look into the distance.

The dense green bamboo forest surged like waves, cutting off her vision, but she was not too worried.

Ding Xingqing and the others, plus three senior sisters, plus six elders, are enough to deal with the ambush at Divine Sword Peak.

The ambush at Shenjian Peak is only to intercept and kill the fish that slip through the net, not the main force, and its strength is limited.

Amidst the sound of clothes flying, Jing Xiaomei's graceful figure appeared above the bamboo forest. She saw Mo Youlan and Wu Tong from a distance.

She hesitated for a moment, then rushed over at high speed.

Wu Tong and the others did not intercept her, but looked at her with a smile, which made her even more nervous. She was relieved when she came to Ning Zhenzhen.

Ning Zhenzhen said, "How is it?"

"Master, we have taken them down, two masters in total." Jing Xiaomei answered softly, her eyes sparkling.

Ning Zhenzhen smiled and waved her hand.

Jing Xiaomei turned and floated away, deliberately avoiding the direction of Wu Tong and the other five people, and left in a circle.

Wu Tong and the other five people's faces darkened.

Ning Zhenzhen smiled at them and said, "It seems that your wishful thinking has not worked."

"Master Mo, you..."

"Since you, the Divine Sword Peak, are so determined to kill my Jade Butterfly Sect, then we can only fight to the death." Ning Zhenzhen shook her head and said, "Don't even think about leaving today."

"Hey!" Wu Tong sneered.

Even if they joined forces, they couldn't deal with Mo Youlan, but they could run away. Mo Youlan's body movements were strange and weird. No matter how fast she was, she couldn't catch up with the elders in different directions.

Ning Zhenzhen said, "I can't leave all of you behind. Leaving one or two of you is also good."

Her eyes moved around, turning around on the five of them, making them feel daunted.

"Wait." The skinny old man said in a deep voice.

Ning Zhenzhen looked at him.

The skinny old man said slowly: "Since the Jade Butterfly Sect is so strong, we have to change our attitude."

Ning Zhenzhen smiled: "You want to get away with it, get past me first? Then you will regret it later."

The skinny old man said in a deep voice: "We at Shenjian Peak will never go back on our word!"

Ning Zhenzhen nodded: "That's true, then tell me, what do you want to do?"

"Just pretend this never happened." The skinny old man said coldly: "From now on, everyone will keep their distance from each other!"

Ning Zhenzhen laughed: "Will you at Shenjian Peak really give up?"

"We lost an elder, but he did act on his own." The skinny old man said in a deep voice. "It's fate."

Ning Zhenzhen said, "Can you Shenjian Peak suffer a loss without revenge?"

"With Sect Master Mo here, we will only suffer greater losses if we take revenge." The skinny old man said in a deep voice, "There is nothing we can do about it."

Ning Zhenzhen smiled and nodded, "This is the best way to avoid greater losses. You kill my Yudie Sect, and I will kill your masters, one by one secretly, and you will always regret it."

"That's right." The skinny old man nodded and said, "I, Jin Mingcheng, can make an agreement with you on behalf of the elders of Shenjian Peak. From now on, the two sects will not interfere with each other and will no longer be hostile."

He raised his skinny right palm.

Ning Zhenzhen stared at him.

The skinny old man looked calm and his eyes were calm and solemn.

"Okay, let's make an agreement." Ning Zhenzhen chuckled, nodded lightly, walked down the boulder, came to him, raised her white jade hand, and patted the skinny old man's right palm lightly.

"Bang!" The skinny old man flew out, spurting a stream of blood in the air.

He stared at Ning Zhenzhen, not understanding why Ning Zhenzhen saw through his thoughts and took the lead.

Ning Zhenzhen was so smart that she could see through their thoughts.

He already understood deeply.

Shenjian Peak would never compromise.

Without paying a huge price, Shenjian Peak would never compromise, and would only become more crazy.

In this case, it would be useless even if he knelt down and begged for mercy, so he could only fight hard and beat Shenjian Peak thoroughly.

"Clang..." Four long swords stabbed at her at the same time, forming a dense sword net, leaving her no chance to dodge.

Even Wu Tong, who had already lost his martial arts, could draw his sword.

The elixir he took was mysterious, and he also used a secret method, Shenjian Peak's unique secret method, to store the power in his acupoints, not in the dantian.

Ning Zhenzhen flashed and appeared outside the sword net at the last second, behind Wu Tong, and knocked him away with one palm, spurting blood in the air.

She flashed at the same time and went behind another old man, and knocked him away with another palm, spurting blood in the air.

The remaining two people saw that the situation was not good, so they turned around and fled. They could escape as many as they could, and they couldn't be wiped out.

They couldn't even get the news back.

Ning Zhenzhen instantly split into two figures, and the two figures appeared behind the two old men.

Because the two old men were flying in opposite directions, they couldn't see each other, so they didn't know that the figure in front of them might be an illusion.

Their hair stood up all over their bodies, and they just felt that they were finished, so they turned around and fought back.

One old man missed, and the other old man was knocked away, spurting blood in the air, and fell heavily beside Wu Tong and the others with a "bang".

The old man who missed also felt that he had encountered an illusion, thinking that Ning Zhenzhen's body skills were superb, so he jumped out again, and was knocked away again.

Ning Zhenzhen drew her sword from its sheath, the sword flashed, and pierced several places on their bodies, not only the Dantian and Tanzhong, but also six acupuncture points, completely destroying their strength and turning them into real cripples.

The five people looked ashen.

Ning Zhenzhen continued to draw her sword, and once again crippled the six masters of the Divine Sword Peak, completely crippling them.

Ning Zhenzhen stood with her sword, her face pale.

Her breathing became much heavier.

Wu Tong and the others stared at her, resentful and angry.

Although it was just to cripple their martial arts, it was actually no different from killing them. If their cultivation was crippled and they were no longer grandmasters, then the longevity of the grandmasters could no longer be maintained.

Then they would die soon.

"You..." Wu Tong gritted his teeth and said, "You also used a secret technique."

Ning Zhenzhen's face quickly regained its rosy color, and she smiled slightly: "I used a secret technique, otherwise I really couldn't handle it."

"What secret technique?"

"I'm sorry." Ning Zhenzhen shook her head and smiled: "You Shenjian Peak are really tough, I admire you."

There was a hint of sarcasm on the corner of her mouth.

A group of girls came lightly with a faint fragrance in the fluttering of clothes, surrounding Wu Tong and his friends who were lying on the ground.

Ding Xingqing and Jing Xiaomei each held a middle-aged man in their hands, who was unconscious and stiff as a stick.

Ning Zhenzhen signaled with her eyes.

Ding Xingqing and Jing Xiaomei threw them to Wu Tong and his friends.

Ning Zhenzhen waved her sword and stabbed them several times, and said lightly: "Watch the position where I stab, so that I can really abolish their cultivation, and it won't be enough to just stab the dantian and tanzhong."

"Yes." The girls agreed proudly.

Su Xingchen whispered, "Junior sister, are they all from Shenjian Peak?"

"The elders of Shenjian Peak." Ning Zhenzhen nodded gently.

Su Xingchen's eyes widened: "All?"

"These few." Ning Zhenzhen drew with the tip of her sword.