Elderly Martial Saint: Sixty Times the Cultivation Speed ​​at the Start

On the right side of the dense forest, Yi Yang led the Zhenfu Guard and the Punishment Division forward at full speed, passing through a patch of trampled jungle.

Yi Yang's mental energy locked onto what was ahead.

Thirteen Xuanjian Pavilion disciples were huddled in front of a stone wall, with several young men holding swords and guarding the perimeter, their swords trembling slightly.

Behind them lay three wounded Xuanjian Pavilion disciples, their blood staining the ground red.

On an open field twenty feet in front of them, a middle-aged swordsman dressed in dark blue was fighting with two powerful monks from Jinyang Temple.

The swordsman was none other than Han Zhengqing, who had returned to provide support.

His right leg was clearly injured; the bones were shattered, and he could only walk step by step, with blood flowing out with each step.

He held a sword in his left hand, while his right arm hung motionless at his side, seemingly crippled.

Despite his severe injuries, he fought on relentlessly, holding off two pursuers in front of the group of disciples.

Yi Yang's spiritual power swept over the two monks from Jin Yang Temple.

Their strengths are respectively at the mid-stage and late-stage of the True Qi realm.

They were all elders of Jinyang Temple.

It seems that Han Zhengqing can't hold on much longer; his severely injured body can't take it anymore.

"Master Kongwu, do you know them?" Yi Yang asked, glancing at Kongwu.

Kong Wu walked on the ground, his 300-plus-pound frame squinting at the two figures in ochre-red monk robes ahead. His face twitched as he replied:

"I know him... The one on the left is Senior Brother Xuanyu, and the one on the right is Uncle-Master Xuanjue."

Kong Wu's voice sounded off; he seemed to find it hard to believe that his sect had actually started fighting with the Xuanjian Pavilion. Didn't he go to the Demon Subduing Cave before he left?

Why is this happening?

"Stop dawdling."

Yi Yang dismounted, gripped Xuan Yuan's sword hilt, and ordered, "I'll deal with the one in the late True Qi stage. You two take care of the other one. Don't worry, I'll spare his life."

Kongwu and Kongyue exchanged a glance.

Without a word, Kongyue jumped off his horse and drew his dagger.

Kong Wu sighed. To figure out what had happened, he tucked the Buddhist beads into his waistband, circulated his true energy, and his body emitted golden light.

"Let's go."

The three of them moved at the same time.

Yi Yang's target is Xuan Jue, who is in the late stage of True Qi Realm on the right.

At this moment, Xuanjue was chasing Han Zhengqing. The gray-gold palm wind forced Han Zhengqing to retreat continuously, and with each palm strike, his knees dropped two inches.

Without wasting words, Yi Yang drew his Xuan Yuan sword and unleashed the Flowing Crane Soaring Clouds footwork, cutting in from the side.

Xuan Yuan was drawn from his sword.

A streak of turquoise blade energy slashed horizontally toward Xuanjue's lower back.

Xuanjue reacted quickly, twisting his waist to avoid a fatal blow, but the blade's energy grazed his outer robe, tearing a large piece of it.

"Who goes there!"

Xuanjue turned his head.

He saw an old man dressed in dark gray official robes, with a full head of black hair, an aged face, holding a long, black sword in his hand, and surrounded by a layer of azure-green aura.

He is a powerful expert in the late stage of True Qi.

Xuanjue narrowed his eyes slightly.

I don't recognize him, but his aura is no weaker than mine.

"People from the Sky Patrol Bureau?"

Yi Yang didn't answer; the second stab had already landed.

A blue dragon emerges from the abyss.

Dragon-shaped blade energy surged from Xuan Yuan's blade, wrapped in the continuous, powerful force unique to the Yi Wood True Qi, heading straight for Xuan Jue's face.

Xuanjue clasped his hands together, and his golden aura surged, allowing him to withstand the attack head-on.

The shockwave from the collision of the sword energy and the palm force caused Han Zhengqing behind him to stagger two steps. If a Xuanjian Pavilion disciple hadn't caught him from behind, he would have fallen.

It seems that he really persevered with sheer willpower.

Upon seeing Yi Yang's powerful blade, Xuan Jue was forced back three steps.

After the cut, his palm went numb. Looking down, he found a small cut on the web of his hand.

This old man has powerful swordsmanship and his weapon is sharp.

Moreover, it has a strong aftereffect; it's not as simple as a single strike on the surface. The force builds up layer by layer and continues unabated.

Xuanjue's expression changed as he vaguely sensed that he was no match for the enemy, but before he could react...

Yi Yang has already delivered his third strike.

Instead of unleashing a dragon-shaped blade aura, it was just a horizontal slash.

But this strike was 30% faster than the previous two, leaving no time for anyone to react.

Xuanjue gritted his teeth, turned to the side, and slapped the blade with his left palm, trying to push it away.

The moment his palm touched Yi Yangxuanyuan, a surge of hidden force traveled from the blade, running up the palm bone and meridians, causing his left arm to feel numb and tingly from the elbow to the shoulder for a moment.

Just this one moment.

Yi Yang's left fist slammed into his chest, then suddenly transformed into a finger.

A faint but solid aura was wrapped around his fingertips and waist.

Combined with pure physical strength, this is the brute force of the Martial Dragon Elephant Body after its minor completion.

This is truly a "Mysterious Calamity-Destroying Finger" specifically designed to counter hard martial arts.

"Bang!"

Xuanjue's protective energy broke, and he was sent flying seven or eight feet away, leaving a large hole in his chest.

The person's back slammed into the trunk of an old pine tree, which snapped in half.

Xuanjue's figure tumbled out from the broken wood, bent over and coughed up two mouthfuls of blood.

When I looked up, Yi Yang was already standing in front of me.

Xuan Yuan held the blade to his neck, the blade against his skin, cold to the touch.

"Don't move."

Yi Yang's tone was calm, but if Xuan Jue made the slightest move, it would be as powerful as a thunderbolt. Although he had told Kong Wu before that he would not kill the other party, that was only in general circumstances.

Sensing the killing intent, Xuanjue's lips trembled. He felt the resonance of the qi from the blade. If the other party moved his wrist forward even half an inch, his head would be gone.

He can't move.

It's not that I don't want to move, it's that I really can't.

When that finger struck his chest, an unseen force surged into his body, disrupting his energy flow.

Yi Yang also used his powerful mental strength to suppress it.

Xuanjue's mind was buzzing, and even the circulation of his internal energy was interrupted for two beats.

the other side.

Kongwu and Kongyue joined forces to fight against Xuanyu.

One mid-stage True Qi cultivator is at a disadvantage in terms of numbers when fighting two mid-stage True Qi cultivators.

Moreover, although Kong Wu was fat, he was no fool in his attacks. Golden qi enveloped his palms, and when he struck out, the qi was as thick as a brick wall.

Xuan Yu, who also practiced the Jin Yang Temple's external martial arts, blocked three palm strikes, but was then struck by Kong Yue's precept knife from behind on the fourth.

Although these cuts did not hit any vital organs, they slashed open the back of the black fish, and blood gushed out immediately.

Kong Yue said softly, "I'm sorry, Uncle Xuan Yu."

But Xuan Yu, instead of backing down after suffering a loss, fought even more fiercely.

His eyes were bloodshot, and his pupils held an abnormal frenzy.

Every move was made with full force, as if they were going to kill each other, and it didn't seem like they were fighting against someone from their own sect.

Kong Wu couldn't help but shout, "Senior Brother Xuan Yu! It's me! Kong Wu! Look closely!"

But the black fish did not react to this.

His fist, enveloped in golden energy, slammed towards Kong Wu's chest, as he roared, "Traitor! You who obstruct the Abbot's mission are traitors!"

Kongwu dodged to the side, his face trembling, seemingly unable to believe that this seemingly crazed monk was his senior brother.

At this moment, Kongyue circled around from the other side, swung the ring knife backhand, and slapped the back of Xuanyu's head with the back of the blade.

This time, I didn't use the edge of the blade; I used the back of the blade.

"Bang."

Xuan Yu swayed, but surprisingly didn't fall. He turned around and threw a punch at Kong Yue.

"Senior brother! Something's wrong with him! Cooperate with me!" Kong Yue shouted in a low voice.

The two worked in perfect harmony, with Kong Wu striking Xuan Yu's arms head-on with a palm strike, breaking through his defenses.

Kongyue seized the opportunity to press close from the side, placing the ring knife across Xuanyu's throat while simultaneously pressing her knee against his lower back, pinning him down firmly.

Kong Wu placed both palms on Xuan Yu's shoulders, and golden qi poured into the opponent's meridians, suppressing the circulation of his true qi.

The black fish's struggles weakened.

But he was still cursing:

"Traitors...you are all traitors...the abbot said...anyone who tries to stop us is a traitor..."

Kong Wu's chubby face moved closer to look into Xuan Yu's eyes.

After watching it, he tightened his grip on the prayer beads, and his fingers trembled as he held them.

At this moment, Xuan Yu's eyes were bloodshot and red, his pupils were unfocused and he couldn't even see clearly, as if he couldn't recognize the person in front of him.

This is not the state a normal martial artist should be in during combat.

Kong Yue also came over to take a look and said in a low voice, "Senior brother, it seems like he's been cursed."

Kong Wu didn't say anything, but pulled the Buddhist beads from his waist and held them in his palm.

He thought of the believers who had been taken away from the Demon-Subduing Cave.

I thought of the abbot's eerie laughter as he left, and of the believers who had never appeared before.

An answer he had never dared to think about deeply before surfaced in his mind.

"Amitabha."

Kong Wu chanted a Buddhist prayer, his voice hoarse, and stopped pondering.

Yi Yang pressed Xuan Jue to the ground and turned to look at Han Zhengqing.

Han Zhengqing was helped by his disciples to lean against the cliff wall. His face was as white as paper, and he still held onto the sword in his left hand.

"Master Kongwu, do you have any medicine to stabilize the injuries?"

Kong Wu snapped out of his daze, took out a medicine bottle from his pocket, and tossed it to the disciple beside him. The disciple took it and handed it to Han Zhengqing.

Han Zhengqing bit open the bottle stopper, poured two pills into his mouth, and his complexion improved slightly after swallowing them.

He mustered his strength to look at Yi Yang, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Which... Sky Patrol Division are you from?"

"Commander of the Zhenfu Guard, Yiyang."

Han Zhengqing's lips twitched, as if he wanted to say something but he didn't have the strength.

Seeing this, Yi Yang knew that the other party couldn't reveal any information. He turned around and shouted to the group of disciples behind him, "Anyone who knows the situation, come here."

A young disciple, around seventeen or eighteen years old, staggered over, his lips cracked and bleeding.

"Commander... Sect Leader..."

The disciple choked up at this point, sniffling twice before continuing.

"We were betrayed by He Dingbo; he stabbed the sect leader in the back."

The abbot of Jinyang Temple delivered another blow, trapping the sect leader in the main hall behind the mountain. Then Elder Lü rushed in, and after that… I don’t know.”

He Dingbo betrayed them.

Yi Yang knew this person; he was a fairly well-known swordsman in the mid-stage of the True Qi Realm, and had a small reputation in the prefectural city. Moreover, the other party was a long-time friend of the Xuanjian Pavilion's leader. He never expected such a thing to happen.

Yi Yang glanced at Han Zhengqing's expression and said, "Elder Han, don't worry. Lord Lu Quan'an, the chief inspector of the Sky Patrol Division, has already made his way to the Xuanjian Pavilion's mountain gate."

Han Zhengqing was taken aback.

He didn't expect that the chief inspector would actually come in person.

His mouth opened and closed, then his head lolled to the side and he completely lost consciousness.

Just then, a muffled, extremely loud bang came from the direction of the Xuanjian Pavilion's mountain gate in the distance.

No, not just once.

It is a continuous, dense collision.

Yi Yang raised his head and looked in that direction.

Two illusory figures emerged on the horizon.

The illusory figure on the left was a silver-white flying sword, twenty feet long, lying horizontally in mid-air. Dense sword energy patterns crisscrossed its blade, radiating a dazzling light.

This is the method of the Xuanjian Pavilion leader.

The aura condensed into the illusory image of a flying sword.

To achieve this, one must push the power of the True Qi Realm to a certain limit.

But opposite the flying sword phantom, another phantom appeared.

Golden, enormous.

The outline of a Buddha statue, three zhang tall, floats below the clouds, with a compassionate face and hands forming the mudra of subduing demons.

The golden light emanating from the Buddha statue dyed half the sky.

The moment the two phantoms collided, the forest within a radius of several miles was bent over by the shockwave, and pine needles and fallen leaves rained down from the sky.

Yi Yang's feet trembled three times.

"They're fighting desperately." Yi Yang's pupils contracted.

Cracks began to appear on the phantom of the flying sword.

Xu Yuhu was so badly injured that he still had to desperately activate his phantom to fight against the profound intent. His body simply couldn't hold on for long.

Yi Yang made a decision and gave the instructions:

"Master Kongwu, Kongyue, you stay here and take care of the wounded and prisoners."

He kicked Xuanjue towards Kongwu:

"Don't let this man die; the chief inspector will question him when he returns."

Kong Wu caught the person, opened his mouth as if to say something, but Yi Yang had already taken a step forward.

The Flowing Crane Soars Through the Clouds, propelling it forward with all its might.

Yi Yang's figure darted through the forest at high speed, his toes touching the treetops and rocks, each step covering seven or eight zhang (approximately 33-40 meters).

His spiritual power extended towards the Xuanjian Pavilion.

The closer they got to the mountain gate, the more intense the clash of energy became. The light of the flying sword phantom was fading, and the golden Buddha phantom was pressing down on them.

It's almost over; one of them is about to give out.

Yiyang is accelerating.

He didn't know how much of a difference his arrival would make, but chaos in a sect always brought great benefits.