Mortal Bones

"puff!"

After just moving his body, he immediately knelt down on one knee and vomited a mouthful of blood.

The sword energy on that flying sword was simply not something a monk of his level could bear.

The pain that had been suppressed due to excitement began to flow through his body like a tide.

"Xu Taiping, do you know you are wrong!"

At this time, the leader's voice once again exploded like thunder in the sky above Zhenjianping.

At the same time, the sharp flying sword clanked once again and flew in front of Xu Taiping.

A heavy pressure once again hit Xu Taiping's body like a wave.

"Headmaster."

Xu Taiping endured the surging energy and blood in his body, and stood up against the pressure with the sound of bones cracking all over his body. Then he looked away from the flying sword in front of him and looked directly at Yunlou opposite.

"What's wrong with me?"

He looked calmly at the tall cloud tower in front of him.

Yes, what's wrong with him?

It was Ye Xuan who wanted to ask him about the sword.

It was Ye Xuan who wanted to kill him after Wen Jian failed.

What's wrong with him?

Is it my fault that I won Ye Xuan?

At this time, all the disciples on the Yun Tower also had questions in their hearts.

"presumptuous!"

The leader yelled angrily again, and the mighty pressure poured down from the cloud tower.

"You are so disobedient to discipline before you become a formal disciple. How can you do it after becoming a formal disciple?"

The leader snorted again at this time.

After this cold snort, although everyone knew that the leader was unfair to Xu Taiping, no one dared to say a word.

Because that is the leader, the person with the strongest cultivation level in Qingxuan Sect.

"Zheng!"

While he was speaking, the flying sword in front of Xu Taiping came a few feet closer to him.

"Admit your mistake."

Then, the leader only said two words.

Xu Taiping was silent.

He is not a stubborn person, and it is not that he does not understand the principle that a strong bow is easy to break, but he really can't find a reason to admit his mistake.

"Zheng!"

As if to threaten him, the flying sword made a sharp trembling sound again.

"With this kind of courage in our world, at best, he is just the leader of some unworthy gang."

At this time Fairy Lingyue's voice sounded in Xu Taiping's mind.

"Xiao Taiping, you and I have achieved our goal in this competition. It doesn't matter if the Qingxuan Sect doesn't wait. The world is big, and as long as I am here, sister, you can go anywhere."

She then said in a cold tone.

Xu Taiping could tell that Fairy Lingyue was really angry.

"boom!"

Just as Xu Taiping was about to speak, a figure suddenly appeared through the air and stood between him and the flying sword.

"Master, please calm down. Taiping has lived at the foot of the mountain for a long time, and he was born in a secular place. He doesn't know the etiquette. Please forgive him for the sake of his outstanding performance in sword-fighting this time. Your Excellency does not remember the faults of villains."

The man stood in front of Xu Taiping and raised his hands to the Yun Tower opposite him in a neither humble nor overbearing manner.

Although Xu Taiping's consciousness was already a little confused at this time, he still recognized at once that it was Dugu Qingxiao's voice.

"Senior Brother Qingxiao..."

"Don't talk, leave everything to me."

Xu Taiping was about to speak when he was interrupted by Qingxiao's voice transmission.

"Qingxiao, you have nothing to do here, just wait aside."

The head didn't change his mind because of Dugu Qingxiao's appearance.

Not only that, the pressure on the flying sword increased a bit, forcing Qingxiao to retreat, and then he barely resisted.

Looking at Qingxiao's tall figure trying to resist the sword energy from the flying sword, Xu Taiping's face, which had been tense, suddenly softened again.

Then he tried to raise his head and glanced at the cloud building on one side.

Xu Taiping felt an inexplicable warmth in his heart when he found that Zhao Linglong and others on the Yunlou floor also looked nervous.

It is a worthwhile trip to meet these two people in Qingxuanzong who can truly serve me.

He thought so in his heart.

"Sister Lingyue, let's go..."

"Zheng!"

Just when Xu Taiping was about to make up his mind and leave with Fairy Lingyue, another sound of swords pierced the air.

Although it was the same sword cry, the sound of this sword cry was obviously more resonant and free, not at all as violent as the flying sword in front of him.

Xu Taiping was wondering where the sword sound came from.

"boom!"

A flying sword fell straight from the sky, and the sword landed between Qing Xiao and the leader's flying sword.

"boom!"

An even greater and more majestic sword power swept across the entire Sword Town Ping in an instant, sweeping away the power of the leader's flying sword.

"Buzz buzz..."

And the master's flying sword made a long trembling sound in front of the flying sword falling from the sky.

He seemed to be afraid of the flying sword stuck on the ground.

Surprised, Xu Taiping looked intently at the flying sword on the ground.

Then he discovered that the flying sword was not only old in style, but the sword spikes were also in pieces, and even the sword body was stained with rust.

"Master Zhou."

Just when Xu Taiping was filled with confusion, a familiar voice suddenly echoed in the sky above Zhenjianping.

"Is it...that Uncle Ninth?"

Suddenly, a drunken face suddenly appeared in Xu Taiping's mind.

"Why did Qingxuan Sect make such a fuss as soon as I came back? Do you not want me to come back?"

At this time, the old and rich voice sounded again.

However, at the same time as the sound sounded, a drunken old man lay on a wine gourd, slowly falling from the air like a fallen leaf.

His head happened to fall next to the ancient sword Feijian.

Yes, this person is Uncle Jiu.

However, Xu Taiping already knew that in addition to being called Jiu Shu, he also had a name that was better known to everyone in the Qingxuan Sect - Uncle Master, Lu Daoxuan.

"Disciple has met my junior uncle!"

Almost at the same time that Uncle Jiu appeared, the leader flew down from the cloud tower like a gust of wind.

And behind him, there were seven peak masters following.

"Young Master Uncle, you are coming back from the North, why don't you inform your disciples in advance?"

Head Zhou asked the drunken Uncle Jiu with a look of sincerity and fear.

"I informed you, can you still see this good show?"

Uncle Jiu rolled his eyes at Zhou Tong.

"You're laughing at me, young master uncle. Let the disciples handle such mundane matters."

After hearing this, Head Zhou quickly apologized.

"Don't bother, just get on with it."

Uncle Jiu stretched and stood up straight, and his whole body suddenly became extremely tall.

"continue?"

Headmaster Zhou looked confused.

The masters of the Seven Peaks next to him also looked at each other in confusion.

"Isn't this sword questioning over?"

Zhou Tong glanced at Ye Xuan who was sitting on the ground recovering from his injuries, then at Xu Taiping behind Qingxiao, and then looked around Head Zhou to look at the Seven Peaks Master:

"Don't be stunned. You Qifengs, start choosing your disciples! Or do you think you all don't like this kid?"