Wuxia: The opening game is blocked by Mrs. Guo in the broken temple

“In the words of your cultivators, they deserve this calamity in their lives.”

Faced with Ma Yu’s inquiry, Song Ye replied lightly:

“I also reminded Commander Qiu Dao before that if you continue to fight, you will inevitably hurt the innocent.”

“Commander Qiu Dao didn’t listen to the advice, and he was helpless in the next place.”

As soon as I heard this, Qiu almost vomited blood in anger, and I should watch my disciple being killed by you?

“Senior brother, why do you need to talk nonsense, just kill this thief on the spot!”

Qiu Shuji’s eyes were red, and his tone was cold.

“Let’s try it.”

Song Ye is not in a hurry, even if the Quanzhen Seven Sons form a formation, he has ten thousand swords to return to the sect, the last thing he is afraid of is group fighting, plus there are hundreds of Quanzhen Sect disciples here, while fighting and sucking, he is a perpetual motion machine.

This is also because in addition to the perennial Zhou Botong, the highest cultivation is Qiu Zhiji, but anyone who has a grandmaster realm present, Song Ye will not be so confident.

“In that case, it is inevitable that I will have to have a fight with Taoists.”

Hearing Song Ye’s response, Rao was a profound and profound man, and Ma Yu, who was in a very good mood, was also a little angry.

At that moment, he drew out the long sword he was wearing and shouted:

“Swing up!”

Grandma Sun, who had basically been ignored by the disciples of the Quanzhen Sect, saw that Song Shaoxia, who helped her to solve the siege, was about to fall into danger, and the palm holding the wooden staff tightened slightly, and she was ready to go over and deal with this Song Shaoxia.

In the face of Yang Guo such a little hairy child who has nothing to do with it, she can fight hard to maintain it, Song Shaoxia can be regarded as having helped herself, and Grandma Sun will not stand idly by, no matter how she also has some strength, she should be able to contribute.

But before she could move, a long sword was nailed to Grandma Sun’s feet, and at the same time Song Ye’s voice came:

“The old man still don’t want to mix.”

As far as Grandma Sun’s strength is concerned, bullying and bullying the three generations of disciples of the Quanzhen Sect is no problem, but in the face of any of the Quanzhen Seven Sons, a little inattention will have to be explained.

Grandma Sun’s life is very important, not to mention that the other party needs to take care of Xiaolongnu, let’s say Yang Guo is the protagonist.

If there is no grandmother-in-law’s dying trust, Yang Guo wants to worship the ancient tomb sect, it is definitely a slim chance, even if it is a person like Xiaolongnu who is cold by nature, he also attaches great importance to the last wishes of the deceased.

He came here, Zhen Zhibing was killed, the Condor Heroes or something, there is no need to exist.

The situation has developed to this situation, which is not what Song Ye wants to see, and it is already impossible to stop making peace, just like facing Mrs. Guo some time ago.

But what a wonderful person Mrs. Guo is, that posture, that style, it is estimated that she will never forget it for a lifetime.

In the face of Mrs. Guo, he has enough patience to deeply understand and mediate the grievances between the two sides, although he is not sure whether it can be effective, but at least he has done his best.

But for these Daoist priests, I am afraid that not a single hair is comparable to Mrs. Guo, so even if Song Ye had no intention of provoking the Quanzhen Sect before, he now had to be prepared to stain the South Mountain with blood.

Persuaded and persuaded, people just didn’t listen, those few corpses have not cooled down, and I don’t know how much to add.

Although there were many words, it was actually a matter of a moment, and with the order of Ma Yu, who was in charge of the sect, Qiu Zhiji and the others quickly ran the light martial arts and swept towards Song Ye, who was standing on the roof, ready to surround him in the formation.

For the information of the Tiangang Beidou Formation, Song Ye knew that this set of formations that belonged exclusively to the Quanzhen Sect, once it was cast, even Huang Yaoshi would be difficult to get out for a while, in other words, it could match the grandmaster.

Therefore, Song Ye naturally couldn’t let himself be surrounded by them, and Dacheng’s body method spread out with the wind, and his figure was like a willow leaf moving with the wind, putting a distance between him and Qiu Zhiji and the others.

“Ten thousand swords return to the sect!”

At the same time, Song Ye pinched his sword fingers, and the long sword that surrounded him was under his control, the sword light flashed, the chill was intense, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at Quanzhen Qizi.

More than a hundred long swords, densely packed, extremely terrifying, seeing this scene, having suffered a loss, for fear that another disciple would die, burst into shouting:

“All the disciples retreat quickly!”

When the Quanzhen Sect disciples under the scene heard this, they quickly retreated to the house, staring at the battlefield with anticipation in their eyes, hoping that the elders of the division would be able to avenge the dead disciples.

“Grandma Sun.”

Yang Guo, who was already unattended, pulled Grandma Sun’s arm.

“Let’s step aside.”

Grandma Sun sighed and pulled Yang Guo back to the side.

“Little thief, die.”

Seeing that all the disciples had retreated to a relatively safe place, Qiu Shuji and the others had no scruples.

And as the head of the sword, Qiu Zhiji was even more invincible, and with the help of the other six sons, the aura around his body skyrocketed, and the speed of performing the Golden Goose Gong skyrocketed.

Song Ye looked calm, and the sword net formed by more than a hundred long swords directly shrouded around Qiu Zhiji and the others, not giving the other party a chance to get close at all.

But Quanzhen Qizi chased after him, and under the action of the Tiangang Beidou Array, the skills of the seven people were connected, and they were not more reckless than the grandmaster, far better than Song Ye, who now only had innate early cultivation, and quickly broke the sword net and approached the other party.

In the face of the step by step of the Quanzhen Seven Sons, Song Ye also came to temper, and after a few moves, with the help of the other party’s strength, his figure turned between ups and downs, and went straight to the location of the Quanzhen Sect disciples.

“Stop him!”

Ma Yu was terrified and shouted.

But although Jin Yangong is fast, Song Ye Dacheng’s body technique is not vegetarian, and before Qiu Zhiji and the others turn around to block it, his figure has already settled in front of all the Quanzhen disciples.

As soon as the sword finger was drawn, the many long swords that were shot down on the ground by the combined force of the Quanzhen Seven Sons buzzed again, and quickly returned to Song Ye’s side, suspended in the air, with the tip of the sword facing down, facing the disciples of the Quanzhen Sect.

In the face of this threat of death, many disciples did not even dare to move, and the picture just now was still vividly remembered, for fear that the long sword hanging on his head would fall and shoot himself.

Zhao Zhijing was even more sweaty, as a third-generation disciple, he was standing on Song Ye’s side at this moment, holding a long sword he had just picked up and couldn’t stop trembling.

“Do you still want to fight?”

Song Ye turned to look back and looked at Quanzhen Qizi and the others who were already approaching him, and his tone was indifferent.

“Your Excellency’s martial arts are strong, why not give a fair competition in a generous manner, why do this villainous act.”

As the leader of the sect, Ma Yu naturally could not see the disciples in the door dead and wounded, so he held the long sword behind him and said.

“It turns out that the fairness in the eyes of Chief Ma Dao is that seven people treat me alone, which is really Commander Ling’s insight.”

Song Ye shook his head and smiled.

“There is no need to squeeze my senior brother, we have the ability to compete one-on-one.”

The competitive Qiu stepped forward and put the long sword into its sheath, looking proud.

In the fight just now, Qiu Shuji could also see that Song Ye’s martial arts skills were absolutely rare in the world, even if he continued to fight, he and the others might be fine, but the disciples were not necessarily.

But after all, it is related to the face of the Quanzhen Sect, and just letting the other party get out and pass it on will definitely make the Quanzhen Sect’s reputation in the rivers and lakes plummet.

Thinking that the other party was young, he was carrying such a peerless school, and he was absolutely proud, and Qiu Shuji also had a plan, wanting to provoke the other party to give up the unfathomable sword art to compete with his internal strength.

“We each take each other’s palms, regardless of victory or defeat, how about writing off everything before?”

Qiu Zhiji made up his mind that as long as the other party dared to respond, he would definitely take down the other party with one palm and avenge the tragic death of Zhen Zhibing.

“It turns out that Quanzhen teaches not the Dao, but the skin.”

Hearing Qiu Zhiji’s suggestion, Song Ye was quite shocked, he really thought that he was the kind of protagonist in the novel, and he had to pretend that he was not sure of it.

Of course, if you really want to test the palm power like this, Song Ye is not worthwhile, after all, there is a sword rushing the waste cave, you can completely let the other party strike out first, and then use the sword to rush the waste cave to counter the other party.

“It seems that Your Excellency does not dare.”

In the face of Song Ye’s ridicule, Qiu Shuji was unimpressed and said sarcastically.

“Old miscellaneous hair, it’s really shameless!”

Grandma Sun in the distance couldn’t see it either, and shouted.

“That’s it, Stinky Taoist!”

Yang Guo beside him also echoed, he was bullied in Chongyang Palace and did not have a good impression of these Taoists, and when he heard such shameless words, he couldn’t help but speak out.

Song Ye was also surprised and smiled, and was about to say no, but he felt something in his heart and looked towards the roof in the distance.

That position was exactly where he stood before, a bright moon hung high, I don’t know when, under the bright moon, a figure had already stood there, and no one found it.

This figure is dressed in a white dress like a light veil, except for the long hair like a waterfall, the whole body is snow-white, as if in the clouds, and the whole body is covered with a layer of light smoke and mist, which seems to be real, like the dust under the fairy of the Moon Palace.

“Little dragon girl.”

No need to think, this figure is the dragon girl who lives deep in the ancient tomb.

Due to Song Ye’s gaze, he could clearly see Xiao Longnu’s pale face, but it did not affect his charm at all, ice muscles and jade bones, graceful demeanor, as if he did not eat human fireworks.

Sensing Song Ye’s gaze, Xiao Longnu also turned her head slightly, and the two people made eye contact, giving Song Ye the illusion of a glance of ten thousand years.