Chongming Xianzong

Chapter 378: Xuelin Mountain (Thanks to Feng Yue for the points, words long chapter)
There were huge crowds of people outside the Ming family academy Linshan. The people from the Demon-Snatching Division, the Shujian Sect, the Zifeng Valley and other forces close to Tie Liuyun had surrounded the place, making all the Ming family members in the formation look glum and hopeless.

"The trouble caused by Kang Rongquan should be handled by the Chongming Sect. Why should we get involved?!"

"Second Master is also confused. He only sees that Kang Dabao has become the legitimate son-in-law of the Fei family and that Fei Sima has formed a golden elixir, but he has never thought about how a big man like Fei Sima can care about the friendship between our Ming family and Chongming Sect?"

"Speaking of which, that brat Kang Rongquan is really too bold. He actually dared to gather those useless people from the Kuai family to murder a Foundation Establishment cultivator?!"

"So what was the result? How could a few ordinary minor cultivators be able to match the power of a true foundation-building cultivator? They used poison and beauty traps, and it was so chaotic, but didn't Guixiang get away? If it weren't for Uncle Minghui who came to save them, would Kang Rongquan and the others still be able to survive?!"

"Didn't Kang Rongquan get locked up by the Demon-Snatching Division? Why is Tie Liuyun still so aggressive and invading our territory?! The battle in Dingzhou isn't over yet, and they're willing to send some foundation-building troops here. Aren't they afraid of the strain on the front lines?"

"Right now, the Yue Family of Hancheng is fighting against a Jindan Sect. They are just a few Foundation Establishment cultivators. What difference does it make if there are more or less of them? Besides, they were captured by the heads of the Demon Suppression Division from Uncle Minghui. How can our School of Linshan Ming Family be separated from them?"

"I think the Second Master is getting old and confused about this matter."

"Shut up! Do you think I'm dead?!" Without turning around, Mr. Ming shouted loudly, which silenced all the members of the Ming family who were whispering behind him.

There was a very light red mark on Ming Hui's neck, the injury was not serious, but it was dangerous. If the iron ruler in the hands of the head of the Demon Division had been a little sharper, his head would have been in danger.

He stood in front of Master Ming and said softly, "Uncle, do we need to make some deals with some of the outsiders? After all, we have some friendship with them before."

Upon hearing this, Master Ming frowned and lightly scolded: "It's ok for them to have confused minds, but why are you not sober?"

Although Ming Hui was the only one who had truly established his foundation since the founding of the Ming family, he did not dare to retort when he was scolded by the old Qigong practitioner Ming Erye. He just had a gloomy face and kept responding.

"Didn't the friendship between Zifeng Valley and Shujian Sect and my family in the past all come from their so-called alliance with Chongming Sect? Now Tie Liuyun is obviously going to turn against Chongming Sect because of this matter, and who knows if the Yue family is instigating him. Making friends? How much friendship can we make?"

Master Ming sighed softly, watching the wind outside the formation force the Shujian Sect's circular formation back. He was extremely grateful that he had asked Kang Dabao for help before.

The Fei family formation master invited by the latter was indeed extraordinary, and the second-grade inferior Gale Absolute Breath formation he set up was extraordinary. Its power was at least 30% higher than that of the local formation masters in Yunjiaozhou, but the price was still one cent cheaper.

If Xuelin Mountain still had only the previous first-grade top-grade formation to protect it, it would have been breached long ago. How could it allow these juniors to make so much noise behind the formation?

A quick look revealed that there were over a thousand people practicing Qi outside, and more than two hands building the foundation. Ming Hui was really worried, so he asked anxiously, "So, Uncle, when do you think Chongming Sect will send someone over?"

Master Ming lowered his eyebrows and his tone became weaker: "I don't know either, but as long as Kang Dabao is here, he will come."

After saying this, he did not wait for Ming Hui to say anything else, and only said softly: "Everyone in the Kuai family needs to be arranged. They are different from the vassals who were hastily taken into the formation. They are guests. Let those who are confused in the family take good care of them. If there are any who treat them harshly or bully them, let them be careful of my family rules."

"Nephew has already made it clear, so you don't have to worry." Ming Hui had just finished speaking when the coalition forces assembled by the Demon-Snatching Bureau outside took action again.

Among them, the formation of Zifeng Valley disciples was the most complicated. Ever since the death of two leaders in a row, their family had been plagued by internal strife.

Shen Tu was able to take the position, and it cannot be said that he had no means; he was even more fortunate to be able to build a foundation with Luhua Dan; not to mention the spiritual stone share from the spiritual stone vein in Tanggu County, but he still could not resolve the conflict between the two factions in Zifeng Valley. This shows that the complexity of the internal struggle in Zifeng Valley is far beyond what outsiders think.

Compared to other families, Shentu was more pleased to see the siege of Xuelin Mountain succeed. He called back his close men from the Dingzhou camp and left all the rebellious people in Dingzhou, letting Tie Liuyun command them. With this famous cruel official in the state court in charge, he was not afraid that they would dare to disobey or be angry.

If it succeeds, he as the head of the sect will also have made a contribution; if it is exhausted, he may not feel sad; it is a win-win situation.

Zifeng Valley is considered a mixed bag among the foundation-building sects. The disciples' cultivation methods are hardly unified, and the power of their formations is not terrifying. Therefore, Minghui, the leader of the formation, only sent out a few gusts of wind and drove back hundreds of people.

The weakest group even lost half of their lives on the spot, which made the examiner look annoyed.

He was just about to pick out the disciple who was leading the formation and reprimand him when he heard a crisp sound in his ears. Pain immediately flashed across his face and he bent his back.

"You lead a great team! Rest for a while and prepare your troops. You lead the next battle! Don't retreat!"

A fierce look appeared on Tie Xishui's shiny bald head. He shook his wrist, and after a crisp sound, a few drops of hot red blood dripped from the sharp spikes of the long whip, but it still couldn't hide the shyness on his face.

How could he not feel ashamed when he was a master of a sect and was whipped in front of hundreds of his own disciples? How could he not feel indignant?

Even so, Shentu could only bear the pain and be careful: "Next time, I will definitely not let the library historian down!"

"It's better to do so, otherwise you will find out how powerful we are." Tie Xishui snorted coldly, turned away, and shouted coldly: "Shujian Sect goes first, Ye Zhen, you must not let me down, otherwise, go back to Dingzhou and attack Hongyi Sect's third-level formation."

"How dare Ye Zhen not die?" A trace of shock flashed across Ye Zhen's face, and when he looked at Xue Linshan again, there was a hint of ruthlessness in his eyes.

"Disciples of Shujian Sect, the reputation of our sect should not be underestimated. Come on, whoever reaches Xuelin Mountain first will be granted the opportunity to build a foundation." One of Ye Zhen's fellow apprentice brothers waved his sword, and one hundred disciples all held swords to form a circle, and two hundred disciples held tablets to form a square.

Ming Hui's eyes fixed, and the slight relief on his face due to forcing Zi Feng Valley's men to retreat disappeared completely.

He just waved the formation flag, and the Ming family's stalwarts scattered around the formation bases hurriedly urged the formation signs. Two powerful wind gusts, about a hundred feet long, lashed the invading team of Shujian Sect like two long whips.

Led by the monk in charge, the disciples holding tablets from Shujian Sect shouted in unison, and two ancient tablets with golden light appeared above the square formation, withstanding the wind and allowing the sword-holding circle to advance to the front of the formation.

"Boom" a burst of sword energy slashed outside the light shield of the Kuangfeng Zhixi formation, shocking the Ming family cultivators who were guarding the formation so much that their faces turned red and they almost vomited blood.

Even the formation flag in Ming Hui's hand was trembling and creaking, forcing him to hold another pill in his mouth and pour all his spiritual power into the formation flag without any reservation.

However, this attack did not necessarily mean that the Shujian Sect gained an advantage, because as soon as the sword energy was generated, an ancient scroll in mid-air was shattered by the wind. The Shujian Sect that presided over the formation had a shallow foundation, and before they could react, a thick layer of skin on the cultivators in the team was cut off by the wind.

If these people did not have some powerful means of preserving their lives, there would be no way they could survive such a heavy blow.

Ye Zhen took a cold glance outside and realized that at least thirty to fifty disciples of his own had been killed. His hatred grew even stronger. He found Xue Linshan's Kuang Feng Zhuo Zhan Qian Formation even more annoying. He was about to step forward with his sword to supervise the formation himself, but was stopped by his junior brother who had urged the formation forward earlier.

"It's just a minor setback. No need for you to help me!"

But I saw that the Red Eyebrow Foundation Establishment cultivator was holding a sword in his left hand and a tablet in his right hand. His big eyes were three times more fierce than an eagle's. His steps were very fast. In a few breaths, he passed in front of the formation. Two beams of mysterious light came out from the left sword and the right tablet, forming a cross and slashing fiercely on the light shield.

This red-browed monk was indeed very perceptive. The formation was extremely complex and could change in an instant. However, he struck at the weak point of the formation. A monk guarding the formation was the first to be hit. His meridians were severed by the powerful spiritual power. He vomited a few mouthfuls of blood and died on the spot.

Master Ming recognized that the man was a cousin whom he trusted very much. He did not have time to feel sad. He just pointed to another backbone of the clan to fill the vacant seat and waved his hand to make a gesture.

After Ming Hui understood, the flag in his hand glowed with light and the formation changed again.

The sword-wielding circle took advantage of the opportunity to slash at the thick area, causing hundreds of white wind rays to rebound. The foundation-building cultivator who led the formation had poor eyesight and was unable to react in time. If the Red Eyebrow cultivator had not come to rescue him, he would have suffered a great loss.

Ye Zhen's face was filled with even more hatred. He turned to Shen Tu, who had a gloomy look on his face, and asked in a deep voice, "Shen Tu, are you ready?!"

Shen Tu was naturally dissatisfied with Ye Zhen's arrogant tone, but on the one hand, he was thinking of the latter's identity as the so-called leader of the alliance, and on the other hand, he was afraid of Ye Zhen's profound cultivation in the late stage of foundation building.

Without thinking, he knew that this person who was just in the initial stage of foundation building could not contend at all. He glanced at Tie Xishui who had the same bad expression on his face, and the smile that had just disappeared when he was looking at the picture returned to his face.

I only heard the head of Zifeng Valley say with a smile: "That's good, that's good!"

A group of Zifeng Valley disciples had just been struck by a cold wind and were still bleeding from wounds, yet they were forced into battle because their leader was incapable of currying favor with his superiors. How could they fight in such a state of distress?
However, they took two gusts of wind for the Shujian Sect team, causing them to rush to the front of the formation. Two shining ancient bamboo slips accompanied by sword energy heavily slammed into the Kuangfeng Juexi Formation, causing a corner of the formation flag in Ming Hun's hand to break and his knuckles to burst, oozing blood.

"Cough, cough!" Ming Hui felt as if there was thunder rumbling in his ears, and the pain made him cough up blood.

"How is it?" Mr. Ming asked with a concerned look.

"Don't worry, Second Uncle. As long as the kid is alive, the thieves outside will not be able to set foot into Xuelin Mountain." Ming Hui forced a laugh and waved his finger. The blood at the corner of his mouth turned into blood vapor and fell on the sword.

"Okay, wait a little longer and wait for changes." After Master Ming spoke, Ming Hui's face lit up, and then he realized that he had said the wrong thing again. He just sighed in his heart: "I am indeed not as resolute and decisive as my eldest brother."

The two sides were fighting fiercely in front of the formation, and the bodies of monks were shattered into rotten meat every moment. However, Tie Xishui led the people of the Demon-Gathering Division to watch coldly from the back.

Several formation masters recruited by the Demon Correction Bureau stared directly at the battlefield situation, not daring to even blink, while calculating with abacus in their hands.

Several of them were also busy talking, confirming and arguing with each other. Tie Xishui did not urge them and was very patient. Only Guixiang, with a half-faced face, came up to them and asked about the progress time from time to time. The anxiety in his one eye could not be concealed and was almost overflowing.

Tie Xishui took a look and feared that he would disturb the formation master, so he said softly, "Don't worry, Gui County Lieutenant. Come to my side and wait for a while."

Guixiang wanted to disobey Tiexishui's order, but he was intimidated by his majesty, so he suppressed his anger and walked up to Tiexishui and said, "Treasurer, the Ming family kidnapped the assassin and sheltered the traitor, which is tantamount to aiding and abetting the tyrant. They are unforgivable and cannot be let off easily."

Tie Xishui didn't think highly of this man. If he wasn't the son-in-law of the Yue family, he wouldn't bother to talk to him. He just raised his eyebrows and said in a calm voice:
"I know. Look at this situation. How can we let it go so easily? Later, my cousin Tie Xishan will also lead the Tanggu soldiers to fight against the bandits. As the Tanggu lieutenant, you should be ready first and prepare the troops later."

After Tie Xishui finished speaking, he took a few more steps and stopped in front of several alchemists who were busy, and asked softly, "What's going on?"

Several alchemists discussed for a while, and then a leader came out to answer Tie Xishui: "This Chongming disciple surnamed Kang has a lighter injury and can survive, but this young master surnamed Kuai may not be able to survive. We can only do our best."

After hearing the voice, Tie Xishui's expression eased a little, and he replied softly, "That's good. The young Kang cannot die, so the head of the Kuai family will do his best."

The battle ahead was getting more intense, the Ming family lost several more core members, Shen Tu and a Shujian Sect foundation-building warrior were also hit by the wind and slightly injured. At this time, another person squeezed in from behind Tie Xishui, carrying a heavy object, and immediately bowed and said:
"Fortunately, I live up to my fate!"

Tie Xishui took a lower look, took the head from the man's hand, said "hmm" lightly, handed it to a person who was building the foundation of the Demon Correction Division, and gave him a look.

The latter understood, and with his shaved head he brought the head to the front of the battle array, and shouted loudly:
"Listen, Ming family cultivators in the formation, look at the head in my hand, do you recognize it?! Rescuing assassins and harboring traitors, are you able to bear the responsibility?! There are heavenly soldiers coming outside, and when the pill master arrives and the senior cultivator arrives in person, your family will be destroyed in no time! !
While the Demon Correction Department still has mercy on you, I pity your ignorance. As long as you hand over all the traitorous Kuai family thieves and open the battle formation to welcome the army to move in and clean up, I will keep you, the descendant of the Ming family. Don't say I didn't warn you, come on, do you surrender or not? ! ! "

"Let's be frank, are we going to surrender or not?!"

"Let's be frank, are we going to surrender or not?!"

"Let's be frank, are we going to surrender or not?!"

"That was the independent cultivator Lancao Taoist who was hired by Chongming Sect to guard the spiritual stone mine in Tanggu County. He was at the foundation-building stage, but he was beheaded by the Demon-Catching Division?"

"This casual cultivator has no background at all, so just kill him. The evil thieves in the Demon Hunting Division are just worried about lacking a person of sufficient weight to sacrifice, so just use him. What's the point of talking about it?"

"It's obvious that the Tiexi River is coming for the Chongming clan. Should our Ming family take the blame for theirs? It would be better to hand over the Kuai family and give them some benefits. As long as the family can survive, why not?!!"

All they heard was a loud shout from the state court as the monk with shaved hair established his foundation. The sound was so impressive that the Ming family monks found it hard to control themselves, and many of them showed hesitation on their faces.

Even Ming Hui was slightly shaken and turned to look at Master Ming Er. Although he did not say anything, he could not hide the excitement in his eyes.

Unexpectedly, Master Ming turned a blind eye to what he said. He just sneered and said in a sarcastic voice, "How come my Ming family is full of good-for-nothings? Only you can believe this.

If we really follow the rules and allow others to bully us, the heads of the shaved-headed bandits will be the end of our family. Guard it, Chongmingzong will definitely send people."

Master Ming had been in charge of the Ming family for many years. After he spoke, even Ming Hui, a true cultivator of foundation building, did not dare to say much. Other Qigong cultivators were dissatisfied, but they could only hide it in their hearts. They just focused on controlling the formation and resisting the invasion of the cultivators of Zifeng Valley and Shujian Sect, who were in high spirits. They complained bitterly.

It was not a solution to just keep taking the beating like this, so Master Ming kept paying attention to the situation outside the formation and didn't even bother to blink.

About half a quarter of an hour later, as the head of a small clan under the Ming family died suddenly on the formation base, the opportunity finally appeared. Master Ming's eyes suddenly flashed with brilliance, and he grabbed Ming Hun's sleeve beside him and shouted softly: "Go!"

The uncle and nephew risked their lives to cross a formation point, and two sharp sword beams, like white silk, slashed fiercely at a Shujianmen foundation-building person who had advanced too far and was out of touch.

This foundation was injured by the wind before, and now two sword beams attacked him. In a hurry, it was difficult for him to use his skills. However, he was different from the Red Eyebrows who led the formation. He only practiced swordsmanship.

That's why he used his flying sword to block Ming Hun's sword, and then he saw that Master Ming's sword was already within reach.

His approach was not wrong. No one could have known that Master Ming's attainments in the "Ten Treatises of the Qingfu Sword Classic" were much greater than Ming Hun's foundation-building cultivation.

Facing the mere Qi training sword light, one must be careless. However, if one underestimates the enemy, one must bear the consequences.

The sword's light was like blood, and blood splattered everywhere.

Chimei Jianji watched helplessly as his junior fellow apprentice had his arm chopped off by Master Ming's sword, and he was naturally furious. He was already moving to meet the enemy, and seeing this change, his footwork became even faster.

Hundreds of cultivators outside the formation were even more furious. The sword light in the circular formation rose again, the ancient swords in the square formation showed their power, and the selected pioneers in the scattered formation jumped over.

"Uncle, go first. I'll handle it!" Ming Hui pushed Master Ming behind him. The latter didn't act pretentiously and entered the formation first. However, Ming Hui was caught up by the Chimei foundation-building flying sword and was a moment slower.

It will be difficult to escape from this!

But the jade pendant on Ming Hui's waist shone brightly, protecting him from the sword and making him very agile. He first avoided the sword light, then the ancient scroll. The sharpness of the green sword in his hand was unbearable, and white light scattered for a while. Several selected monks from Zifeng Valley were killed by the sword, and the crazy expressions on the faces of the monks who followed him were slightly reduced, and their movements were stagnant.

However, at this time, the Chimei Foundation Establishment Warrior had already caught up with him, holding a flying sword.

This time Ming Hui really met his opponent, and fought with Chimei Foundation Establishment. Within just a few breaths, hundreds of sword lights burst out and collided in the field.

The former is superior in terms of the superb swordsmanship in "Ten Essays on the Sword Classics of Qingfuzi", while the latter is superior in terms of the orderly inheritance of the sect. Although their attainments in swordsmanship are slightly inferior, their cultivation is deep and their spiritual weapon cultivation is also superior.

If the battle lasted longer, Ming Hui would certainly be defeated. But in the blink of an eye, the two fought to a draw.

But in just a split second, the other two foundation-building masters from Shujian Sect had already arrived, and Shentu was also rushing over.

Ming Hui wanted to leave, so how could the Chimei Foundation Establishment Cultivator do that? He led the other two Foundation Establishment Cultivators to act together, and the sword light was like a net, locking Ming Hui so that he could hardly fly away.

Master Ming in the formation was extremely anxious inside, but he showed no expression on his face. He picked up the formation flag left by Ming Hun, and used his spiritual light to make a series of changes.

The solemn expressions on the faces of the Ming family cultivators became more and more intense. The joints of the formation rustled, and then the wind turned into a whip, pulling back the other two Shujianmen foundation-building cultivators. However, the Chimei foundation-building cultivator bravely blocked the attack, and then he stepped forward with a sword and approached Ming Hun who was about to escape.

Ming Hun didn't expect that he could change his mind. In a hurry, the sword of the Red Eyebrows Foundation Building Sword slashed through his robes and cut his chest. The Red Eyebrows Foundation Building Sword could see that the organs in the former's wound were beating non-stop. Just as they were about to take advantage of the victory to pursue, Ming Hun had already fled into the formation.

"Damn, it's hard to kill those who are building the foundation!" The Red Eyebrows failed in building the foundation and were naturally dissatisfied. With a wave of his sword, the Shujianmen team surrounding the formation fought even harder.

Back to the formation,

Ming Hun was injured, but Master Ming didn't pay much attention to him. He just asked two Ming family monks to take care of him. He didn't loosen his grip on the formation flag at all. Drops of hot sweat fell along the formation flag until Master Ming's body was wet. The situation outside had not reversed.

The Gale of Absolute Destruction Array was still in danger under the strong pressure from the monks of Zifeng Valley and Shujian Sect.

Under such circumstances, it was natural for the Ming family vassals in the formation to want to defect. The second master Ming had a wooden expression on his face, and without any instructions, he had already prepared all the Ming family monks to kill them.

"Reinforcements from the Chongming Sect are coming soon. Anyone who disrupts the formation will die!" A cultivator from the Ming Family carried human heads and patrolled up and down Xuelin Mountain on a flying sword, finally calming the people's already restless hearts.

"Second uncle?" A cultivator from the Ming family dressed in brocade clothes couldn't help but move closer and asked.

"Prepare the people of the Kuai family first, just in case." Master Ming sighed as he spoke, his voice barely audible. He also laughed at himself in his heart: "Looking ahead and behind, indecisive! I am far inferior to you, elder brother!"

The brocade monk raised his eyebrows and said, "Second Uncle, have you thought it through?!"

Master Ming stood with his eyes closed, and said softly: "Hold on for another hour. If Chongming Zong doesn't come, then we will start the battle formation."

The brocade monk was about to agree, but he heard Master Ming speak again: "Keep a close eye on those vassals. Be careful that they may collude with each other and cause trouble."

The monk in brocade robes knew the key to the matter, kept it in mind, and hurried to prepare.

Master Ming swallowed a few more pills, feeling the spiritual power that had just entered his veins quickly flowing out again: "Is it too late?"

————In the Demon-Gathering Division
The Ming family cultivators were suppressed and huddled down, and even the power of the wind was not as strong as before. Tie Xishui looked at this scene without any joy, and only murmured in a low voice: "Why don't we see anyone from the Chongming Sect?"

Guixiang, however, did not know what to do, and he came up to ask, "Master Tie, is County Master Tie on his way?"

Tie Xishui said indifferently: "It should be soon, Gui County Magistrate, don't worry."

"It is useless for me to sit here and do nothing. I'd better go to the front and do my best to help."

Guixiang didn't expect that his proposal would be rejected by Tiexishui, so he had to retreat back into the formation and look at the battle situation dryly with an anxious look on his face.

However, he didn't know what Tie Xishui was thinking. This Lord Treasurer Shi had specially taken a break from his work to come here, not just to attack and destroy a small Xue Lin Shan Ming family, but to protect Gui Xiang was the real job.

He is the ironclad evidence that the disciples of Chongming Sect killed officials and rebelled, so he cannot die on the way to the attack.

Tie Xishui watched the blood and flesh rolling on the battlefield coldly, his expression did not change at all from beginning to end, completely different from Ye Zhen who was standing beside him.

Time passed quickly, and attacking the formation was not an easy task. It was true that the Kuangfeng Juexi formation was in danger, and the number of casualties among the disciples of Zifeng Valley and Shujian Sect was also rising.

Ming Hui's injury was not too serious. After being bandaged, he was still able to fight with a sword. The four foundation builders, including the Chimei foundation builder, did not dare to get too close to the formation, as it would be difficult to achieve success. "Boom boom" There were about fifty or sixty disciples of Zifeng Valley in one place, who were taken care of by Feng Gang and their formation was disrupted.

Shen Tu rushed to rescue him, but his magic weapon was knocked down by the wind. He was about to lose his life. The wind suddenly changed direction, which frightened Shen Tu so much that he broke out in a cold sweat, and then he was killed.

This scene could not be concealed from Tie Xishui who had been paying close attention to the battle situation. Before he could speak, Ye Zhen beside him said first: "The Ming family has the intention to retreat."

There was still no joy on Tiexi's face. He said "hmm" and when he heard the movement behind him, he slowly withdrew his eyes from the battle.

The person who came was a supervisor from the Demon Correction Division. He bowed to Tie Xishui and said, "Mr. Tie has brought the local soldiers with him."

Ye Zhen's face showed joy, but Tie Xishui remained silent. At this time, a man came out from the Ming family formation unarmed. Tie Xishui frowned, and the golden bell in his hand rang for a while.

The two monks in front of the formation were already blood-thirsty, but after hearing the bell, they paused and made way for the monk from the Ming family.

A person was selected from the foundation-building group of Shujian Sect. After asking the cultivator about his purpose, he returned to Tiexishui and said softly, "The Ming family is willing to hand over the cultivator of the Kuai family. They only ask us to spare the lives and property of their clansmen."

Tie Xishui sneered, "Either don't surrender or surrender early. How can you surrender in the middle of a war? Wouldn't it be a loss on both ends? The head of the Ming family is really confused! Master Ye, your Shujian Sect has lost so many disciples. Now the Ming family wants to surrender. What do you think?"

Ye Zhen's face was filled with anger, and his eyes were as red as blood as he spoke, almost gritting his teeth: "How can we let these traitors think as they want, fighting if they want to fight, and surrender if they want to surrender? Master Tie, I am willing to personally go to the front of the battlefield and wipe out the thieves' nest together with my Shujianmen disciples."

Tie Xishui nodded, then turned to the one who had brought the news and said, "Go back and kill the messenger, and tell Yu Ming's family that surrender is not allowed."

This was exactly what he wanted to do. When he saw him return to the front of the battle array, he didn't even say hello. He chopped the monk from the Ming family who was begging for surrender into two pieces with one sword and shouted loudly: "Listen up, Ming family members in the battle array. The state army has arrived. Surrender is not allowed!!"

"Surrender is not allowed!!"

"Surrender is not allowed!!"

The monks attacking the formation shouted in unison. Master Ming's eyes were dim. All the monks in the formation were dejected. Only the monks from the Kuai family who were tied up tightly and mentioned the situation in front of the formation were extremely grateful and had a new life.

"Let them go." After the Second Master Ming finished speaking, he glanced at the people of the Kuai family and said, "Now we are all on the same boat. Don't gamble whether the outsiders will spare your lives. Just risk your lives. I hope you can all live to file a complaint against my family in front of Emperor Chongming."

The experienced monk from the Kuai family kowtowed and said, "No, no, if the Ming family hadn't taken us in, we would have been captured by the Demon Hunting Division along with the family master. How could we dare to harbor resentment?"

Master Ming was not in high spirits, and said calmly, "Just assume that what you said is true. Go down and make preparations, it won't be quiet outside for long."

Just as Master Ming had expected, as soon as he had spoken to the people from the Kuai family, he saw the monks outside coming in with high morale.

This time, with the participation of Tanggu's local soldiers, the momentum was much stronger than before.

There were four or five more foundation-building people in the Demon-Gathering Division. Although Tie Xishan was only a Qi-cultivating person, he was able to control these thousands of people like a piece of cake. Just looking at his ability, you could tell that if his spiritual roots were not too poor, he might really be able to achieve something.

Although the Demon Correction Division had new reinforcements, the Ming family had no way out and had to fight with their backs against the wall. Under such circumstances, the Storm of Absolute Destruction Array could not be broken in an instant.

But at this moment, the person that Ming Erye and Tie Xishui had been waiting for finally showed up.

Yuan Jin looked like a dragon and a tiger, not evil but stern. Although he was short, he was always the laughing stock of his close brothers, but now he looked like a mountain or a tower, holding a flag with one arm and walking in front.
Jiang Qingjun's face was covered with frost, and the murderous intent in his eyes could no longer be concealed. He looked like a sword gleaming with cold light, dazzling and eye-catching.
Ye Zhengwen's eyes were indifferent, with no expression on his face. Anyone with a discerning eye would know that this kind of person is the hardest to mess with. This person has already put life and death aside and does not take anyone's life seriously.

I don't know if it's because of the great martial arts of the Kangda master, but Yuan Xiyue and Zhang Qingran are also listed at the back;
Even Pei Yi, because of the suffering of his disciples, forced himself to come with the formation despite his illness.

Mo Wen, an external foundation-building cultivator from Qiaogong Fort who was close to the Chongming Sect, also lined up together with the Chongming True Cultivators. Below these people were more than a thousand Qi-cultivating cultivators, from each family in Ping and Jin counties.

Duan Anle led the team on his golden-haired donkey, Mingzhe and Pei Que were at the end of the team, and the rest of the disciples filled the team as the backbone. Facing the attacking monks, they were like tigers emerging from the mountains, full of murderous intent.

"It's finally here." The two leaders from both sides inside and outside the Kuangfeng Zhixi Formation sighed in unison.

Tie Xishui struck the golden gong, and Master Ming and the monks in the formation breathed a sigh of relief. The former put away the golden gong but did not stop. He saw that Kang Dabao was not in the formation, and thought that the rumor that this guy was favored by the Fei family and was going to Yingzhou to meet Fei Ye was true.

He counted the people of Chongming Sect and felt that there were no outstanding people. After he felt relieved, he selected several heads of the Demon-Suppressing Division and Guixiang, and took the unconscious Kang Rongquan and Kuai En to the front of Chongming, and shouted:

"The Chongming Emperor can see clearly that these two were the masterminds of the plot to murder Tang Guwei Guixiang. After the failure, they fled in a panic and were captured on the spot by the Demon Correction Division. This is murder and rebellion! The crime is unforgivable!
You have received the grace of heaven in vain, but you did not know how to go to the state court to apologize to Lord Bo, and instead you led your troops to fight against the state court's troops. Are you, the Chongming Sect, secretly colluding with the rebellious villains such as the Liangyi Sect, and are you going to betray the state court and rebel against the Immortal Dynasty? ! "

"No more idle talk. Wait till I kill you, you bastard, and rescue my nephew. Then I will have a good talk with you about these rules and regulations!!"

Jiang Qing was the most impatient. He picked up the Red Heart and Burning Sun Sword and was about to fight with Tie Xishui, but was stopped by Ye Zhengwen.

But seeing Yuan Jin holding the flag and stepping out, he said calmly: "My Chongming clan is full of loyal and brave people, even the Earl of Nan'an has praised us. Lord Tie, please don't make false accusations, otherwise you will have a hard time explaining when my brother returns from Xuanwei City."

"This is the first time I've seen this short guy after he built his foundation." Tie Xishui was slightly stunned, as if he remembered the time when he instructs Kang and Yuan to stop the Ge family's true teachings.

He secretly thought that the Chongming Sect was indeed talented. Apart from the fact that Kang Dabao was the legitimate son-in-law of the Fei family, he had gained a lot of advantages. Now even the short man Yuan Jin had caught up with him in cultivation, which was rare.

If it weren't for the fact that Chongming Sect had completely turned to the Fei Family, and the Yue Family couldn't offer enough bargaining chips to win them over, he really didn't want to offend such a family. You know, through these years of hard work, he and Kang Dabao can be said to have a good personal relationship.

Tie Xishui did not respond to Yuan Jin's words at first. He just lifted Kang Rongquan, who was covered with wounds, in front of Guixiang and said softly:
"Don't think that just because Fei Nan'ao has attained the Golden Elixir, you can disobey the law," Tie Xishui paused, turned to Gui Xiang, and prayed softly, "Lieutenant Gui, execute this villain who harmed you right here."

"How dare you, you thief!!!" Yuan Jin shouted loudly. Although he was a hundred feet away, he made Guixiang's face half full of horror.

Guixiang was so frightened that he dared not move. Tiexishui did not urge him either. He just said in a cold voice: "Why? Let me remind you again. If other members of your Chongming Sect want to rob this prisoner, it will be a rebellion. Even the Fei family can't protect you."

Yuan Jin did not answer, but handed the banner to Ye Zhengwen behind him and said softly: "This time, I will trouble you to lead the battle."

Ye Zhengwen responded in a deep voice: "Don't worry, Junior Brother, I will definitely live up to your trust!"

Yuan Jin bowed and thanked him, then slowly walked to Jiang Qing's side and said with a smile, "Little Third Brother, today you will perform for Second Senior Brother, so that Second Senior Brother can see how advanced your sword skills have been. We two brothers can't always be overshadowed by our eldest brother."

Jiang Qing drew his sword, and his whole body was even more vigorous. He said, "Don't worry, Second Senior Brother, I will bring Rong Quan back first, and then compete with you."

Just as Jiang Qing finished speaking, he heard Kang Rongquan, who had been dying, suddenly struggled to his feet in the opposite formation and shouted:
"Master, uncles, Rong Quan is wrong to bring trouble to the sect! Don't bother me! Don't..."

The boy had only said half of his words when Gui Xiang, who was standing beside him, pressed a point on his mouth to silence him, and he could no longer speak.

From Pei Yi to Jiang Qing, which of these sect elders doesn't love them? From Duan Anle to Kang Changyi, which of these fellow sect brothers doesn't feel angry? !

"Gui Xiang, can't you kill people?" Tie Xishui was even more dissatisfied and asked in a cold voice.

Just as Gui Xiang was about to take action, he heard a message in his ear: "If you dare to touch my nephew again, you will never survive. You don't believe it!"

But Jiang Qing took the lead, holding his sword horizontally, seemingly ignoring the other foundation builders including Tie Xishui. Yuan Jin followed closely behind, and Ye Zhengwen hurriedly urged the big banner, and thousands of cultivators moved together, and the battle began.

Tie Xishui was delighted when he saw this, but in the blink of an eye, he was replaced by rage. He said to Gui Xiang, who looked indifferent, "You killed Kang Dabao's founding disciple, so they would never let you live?! Why are you still hesitating now?!"

Tie Xishui's words made Gui Xiang slightly stunned, "How many people know about this?!"

Just this moment of distraction gave Jiang Qing a good opportunity.

He came alone, and two officers from the Demon-Exorcism Division jumped out to greet him.

One of them uses a mourning stick and the other one uses a white bone banner. They are two good fighters recruited by Tie Liuyun and they both come from the Yinfeng Valley, a left-wing sect. Although they are both early-stage cultivators, it is not difficult for them to defeat an ordinary mid-stage cultivator after a long battle with their combined strength.

Although Jiang Qing is famous, in the eyes of outsiders, he is still young and has little background. Tie Xishui is considered a steady person, but when he saw the two men taking action, he thought it would not be difficult for them to stop Jiang Qing.

But he didn't expect that this time he was shocked.

The two brothers have been together for a hundred years, and they thought they had a great understanding of each other, and never made any mistakes when fighting against the enemy together. However, they never thought that Jiang Qing could find the flaw with just a focused glance.

The blade of the Red Heart Burning Sun Sword shone brightly, and several red sword beams shot out, easily breaking the ghost smoke summoned by the White Bone Banner. The sword body did not fall behind for too long, and the mourning stick hidden in the smoke and ready to go was unable to dodge and was severely cut.

This spiritual weapon, which had been contaminated with countless lives, just made a "click" sound, and the large ball of negative energy wrapped around it dissipated by 70%.

But the owner first vomited blood and then screamed in pain. Then the mourning stick in the air broke into pieces and fell to the ground.

The monk holding the banner looked horrified, but Jiang Qing ignored him and took advantage of his confusion to take another step forward and leap in front of Guixiang.

This passage is long, but it happened in a flash. When Jiang Qing jumped in front of Guixiang, the latter was still immersed in Tiexishui's words.

Tie Xishui had not expected Jiang Qing to be so powerful, but he knew that Gui Xiang's ability was average, and he was framed by Kang Rongquan. It was difficult for him to retain half of his abilities, so he was definitely no match for the Chongming Sword Immortal.

Although he had established his foundation early, he was stuck in the early stages of building his foundation due to a bottleneck and could not make any progress. Seeing Jiang Qing's performance this time, he knew that he could never resist alone.

He first gave a signal to the one behind him, and then called up two mid-term leaders on his side to come and block it together.

Jiang Qing's expression did not change, but was even more frosty. He shook the sword tip, and eighteen sword beams, nine vertical and nine horizontal, intertwined into a net, covering the three people.

When the sword net came down, Tie Xishui and the other two heads of the Demon-Snatching Division immediately changed color. Three high-quality defensive spiritual weapons flew into the air, but were chopped into pieces by the sword net, and the other half of Guixiang's face was almost cut into pieces.

"Are you dead?! Do it!" Tie Xishui's face was horrified, but he hadn't completely panicked yet, and he urged hurriedly.

Guixiang was really frightened by Jiang Qing. Thinking of what the latter had just said, how could he dare to remove the hesitation on his face? Tie Xishui urged the two people beside him to block first. He was about to snatch Kang Rongquan from Guixiang so that Jiang Qing would be afraid to act rashly, but a miserable cry came from the side.

However, the monk holding the stick was already seriously injured, and was chased by Yuan Jin. He was hit directly by the ape demon's cannon hammer, and his robes exploded. How could he survive?
The force from the fist penetrated into his body, cracking his skeleton, bursting his flesh membranes, and smashing his internal organs to pieces. This notorious elder and leader of the demon-snatching faction was turned into a pool of minced meat by just one punch. It was a pity.

Tie Xishui was even more furious. He brought Kang Rongquan over, with a big seal on his forehead. He was about to threaten Jiang Qing, who was so pressed down by a flying sword that the two guards could hardly breathe. Before he opened his mouth, he saw that Jiang Qing still had the energy to look back at him in this situation, and said to him coldly:
"If my nephew is injured again, I will not spare your life. I will also kill everyone in your Tie family while I am still alive! You don't have to believe me!"

"You arrogant young man! How ridiculous!" Tie Xishui was not afraid but angry. He was about to smash Kang Rongquan's forehead with the seal, but he didn't expect that two swords attacked him in front of him. He was so panicked that his qi was disrupted and his movements stopped abruptly.

"Gui Xiang!! Have you been bewitched?!"

"Please forgive me, sir. I really don't want to die here!" A line of tears flowed down half of Guixiang's face. He grabbed Kang Rongquan and left.

"Send the person back!" Tie Xishui and Jiang Qing's voices sounded at the same time, but the former who was not involved was one step faster.

Gui Xiang was kicked out and Kang Rongquan was brought to the front of the formation again, but when Tie Xishui turned around, he saw that a pair of the defensive spiritual weapons on both sides were broken. The two leaders of the Demon-Suppressing Division showed panic on their faces. They wanted to change the spiritual weapons to resist the enemy, but they were suppressed by the sword light and could not move their hands. They could only move around and dodge, but it was difficult to succeed.

"This kid is just an early stage cultivator? How many years has he been cultivating? Could it be that he learned sword skills in the womb?! How can it be so terrifying?!"

It was only at this moment that Tie Xishui began to take Jiang Qing's words seriously. The hesitation that had been on Gui Xiang's face before was now on his face again.

Ye Zhen had originally led half of the monks to surround the formation and fight against the Chongming Sect, but when he saw this scene, he gave up on his opponent.

But seeing that the rest of the team had not moved in their foundation-building stages, Ye Zhen drew his sword and went to fight Jiang Qing.

Yuan Jin tried to stop him, but was stopped by the monk holding the banner. The monk had a look of deep sorrow because his fellow disciples had died in the battle, and it was difficult for him to get away.

Although the Hunjin Rod in Yuan Jin's hand was of high grade and very compatible with him, he was a new foundation-building warrior after all, and could not control this top-grade spiritual weapon for a long time, so he did not use it at the beginning.

But when he saw Ye Zhen holding up his sword and passing him to fight Jiang Qing, he no longer hid his weakness.

With a "click", the golden stick in Yuan Jin's hand shone brightly, and he raised it and swung it, knocking off the debris, and the white bone banner fell piece by piece. The monk holding the banner had a pale face, but Yuan Jin didn't care. He just swung the stick again randomly, and didn't care about the former's life or death, and just went to Jiang Qing.

When Ye Zhen got closer, he realized that he was one step late again.

One of the leaders of the Demon Correction Division was forced to lose his footwork by Jiang Qing's sword and was caught up by the flying sword. The life-saving talisman failed to block the entire sword, and the sword tip pierced through his robes, and the sword energy passed through his chest, cutting his heart and liver, killing him immediately.

Ye Zhen had no choice but to use his sword to rescue the other terrified leader of the Demonic Division, and wake the latter up to fight Jiang Qing together.

Tie Xishui loosened his grip on Kang Rongquan's hand, and it was even harder for him to muster up the courage to go forward and fight Jiang Qing. His ability was not even as good as that of the mid-stage cultivator who had just died in the formation, so it was too dangerous to go forward!
He struck the golden gong in his hand for a while, and Tie Xishan, who was left in front of Xue Lin Mountain to trap the Ming family cultivators, understood and sent two foundation-building cultivators and several formation cultivators to help.

However, Yuan Jin, who arrived later, saw that it was Ye Zhen, a late-stage cultivator, who was fighting against Jiang Qing together. His third son did not show any sign of panic, so he set his sights on Tie Xishui.

"Dwarf thief, what are you going to do?!"

Compared to Jiang Qing, Yuan Jin's deterrent power is of course much weaker. Tie Xishui knows that his spiritual weapon is powerful, but he also knows that it is impossible to sustain it for long with his spiritual power.

He stuffed Kang Rongquan into the arms of Guixiang, who was already extremely panicked, and started fighting with him.

Tie Xishui is Tie Liuyun's most outstanding descendant. He was already very impressive when he was practicing Qi. But after fighting the dwarf in front of him, he realized that the latter was no longer an ordinary person.

Yuan Jin also felt that the seal in front of him had lost its former ferocity. If he had sufficient spiritual power, he might be able to turn it into scrap iron by just hitting it a few times with the mixed gold rod.

Unfortunately, he is just a newly-established foundation-building cultivator, and his spiritual power is even inferior to Tie Xishui's.

He struck the square seal again, making Tie Xishui's face turn red, and then he put away the magic weapon. His White Ape Steps were already extremely proficient, which made Tie Xishui, his opponent, admire him.

But as he approached, he clenched his nine fingers into fists, and his fists were extremely ferocious, hammering Tie Xishui's middle-grade defensive spiritual weapon so hard that it made a buzzing sound.

The latter showed a look of surprise on his face, and the square seal turned and fell back into his hand, but this time it was not for defending against the enemy, but only for protecting himself.

Not until this moment did he have to admit in his heart that the two chess pieces that he had manipulated at will back then were no longer something he could compare to.

He had mixed feelings in his heart, but things were changing outside.

Even Ye Zhen himself had not expected that the Shujian Sect's sword skills, which he had practiced for a hundred years, would be so vulnerable when compared to the sword skills of Jiang Qing, a younger generation.

If it weren't for his profound cultivation, the spiritual sword in his hand had been nurtured for a hundred years and was a top-grade spiritual weapon, which was much better than Jiang Qing's Red Heart Burning Sun Sword, he would have been defeated by this enemy from the Demon-Snatching Division after a few sword strikes.

As soon as this thought came to mind, a flash of blood appeared before his eyes. It was the head of the Demon-Rescue Division who was injured by a flying sword. Ye Zhen wanted to save him. He raised his sword and withstood more than ten sword lights. The meridians in his right hand were numb, his throat rolled, and there seemed to be a salty and sweet taste in his mouth.

Jiang Qing's eyes were as sharp as torches and he could see clearly. The sword's momentum suddenly changed and Ye Zhen was unable to react. The sword light grazed his left arm and blood flowed, causing him to look painful.

Ye Zhen himself was a veteran of many battles but he was not panicking, but the head of the Demon Correction Division standing next to him was frightened.

A late-stage cultivator was already considered a prominent figure in Yunjiaozhou below the level of fake elixir. He and Ye Zhen fought against a young boy named Jiang Qing, but it was the head of the Shujian Sect who was injured first? ! !
In such a panic, he summoned the flying sword again.

Jiang Qing's face solemnly formed a mysterious seal with his hands, and a sharp sword intent rose from the sword-grinding stone in his chest to assist him.

"Shua" the most dazzling sword light appeared in the field. The demon-control officer tried to stop it hastily, but how could he do it? ! His whole body and the defensive spiritual weapon were pierced by the flying sword, and he was dead in a few seconds.

Ye Zhen sighed in his heart, knowing that Jiang Qing was now in full force and he had lost his support, so he could not defeat the enemy on his own. So he decided to leave and wait for reinforcements to arrive.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Qing didn't want to let him go. The sharp sword intent of the sword whetstone was still there, and the sword immortal Chongming, who had learned thrift and diligence from his senior brother, could not let it go!
“It’s gonna be tough!!” Ye Zhen realized how powerful the opponent was after only taking a few strikes. If he continued fighting, he might really be chopped down by this young man’s sword.

After all, he was an old and wise man, and was very decisive. He was seriously injured by the sword, found a way to survive, and fled in defeat.

At this time, the two foundation-building masters selected by Tiexi Mountain came with their men. While they were hesitating, they were found by Jiang Qing in front of the formation.

The Chongming Sword Immortal had already become a killing god in the arena. How could these two be stopped by just the initial stage cultivators? One of them was too slow to escape, and was caught up by Jiang Qing. After only three or two strikes, he turned into a pool of minced meat.

One man was smart. He hid behind the formation and used two hundred Qigong practitioners to make defensive spiritual weapons for him.

But at this time, it was not only the foundation-building cultivators who felt afraid. Jiang Qing was like a fierce god, and the long sword in his hand took people's lives very quickly. Even though he was covered with wounds, he still turned the two groups of cultivators upside down.

These two groups of Qi-trained soldiers were considered elite, but within ten breaths, Jiang Qing slaughtered hundreds of them, just like a tiger among a flock of sheep.

But no matter how elite they were, they knew to fear death. The remaining hundred people screamed and cried non-stop, and the formation could no longer be maintained, so they naturally dispersed and sold the foundation-building cultivator who was hiding behind the formation to Jiang Qing's sword.

"Puff" the foundation-building cultivator did not have the ability to struggle for too long, and his body was cut into pieces by Jiang Qing, killing him.

Tie Xishui was in danger under the heavy pressure of Yuan Jin. Seeing this, he cast his eyes on Kang Rongquan in Gui Xiang's arms.

But Jiang Qing was even faster. He limped to Guixiang, who was crying, holding a fresh human head and threw it at him.

Guixiang only heard a dull thud, and then a very tired voice rang in his ears: "Give the person back!"

(Unfortunately I lost track of time yesterday, so I didn’t have time to update. Today is the first day of the new year, and I’m going to use Xiao Sanzi to show off his power and wish you all a happy new year and a prosperous Year of the Snake)
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