My Demonic Cult's Holy Maiden

That sword light...

Qin Xiu?

Qi Yu was somewhat surprised. He sensed Qin Xiu's aura within the true energy contained in the sword light.

This is Qin Xiu's attack!

Moreover, given his attack power and the purity of the true energy condensed into sword light, Qin Xiu should be close to breaking through to the Grandmaster level.

Qi Yu was pleased about this, and happy for Qin Xiu.

Qin Xiu always respected him. Before Qi Yu, he was the most talented disciple in Taoism.

There is a simplified version of the "Treatise on Marrow Cleansing," which is for ordinary disciples to cultivate. The authentic version of the "Treatise on Marrow Cleansing" can only be cultivated by the successor of the sect leader.

Qin Xiu practiced a simplified version of the "Marrow Cleansing Treatise," which could only temper thirty-six bones.

Qin Xiu, on the other hand, had tempered thirty-six bones.

Based on the thirty-six pieces, the mind's potential was unlocked.

The leader trusted Qin Xiu, and Qin Xiu was very capable in handling affairs, and had always assisted the leader.

Besides Qin Xiu, several other Taoist disciples who remained behind also made their moves, unleashing bursts of true qi and sword light.

These people all willingly stayed at Changsheng Temple to protect the sect's leaders.

Qin Xiu is the strongest among them!

Qin Xiu opened the vermilion gate of the Changsheng Temple, carrying a long sword, and walked out. In his hand was a light blue long sword, with cyan-gold true energy swirling around its blade.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and Qin Xiu's clothes were soaked as soon as he stepped out.

Qin Xiu walked to the top of the stone steps in front of the gate and looked at the Imperial Guards at the foot of the mountain.

"Only the leader of the sect and the emperor are allowed to set foot on these stone steps. You are not qualified!"

Qin Xiu's voice drowned out the sound of the rain because he used his true energy, which carried far.

The commander of the Imperial Guard narrowed his eyes, then dismounted from his horse, walked to the stone steps, glanced at them, looked up at Qin Xiu, snorted coldly, and stepped up.

call out!

A whooshing sound rang out, and before the Imperial Guard Commander could even step onto the ground, a sword beam slashed towards him.

The commander of the Imperial Guards sneered, drew his broadsword from his waist, and unleashed a crescent moon-shaped slash from below, blocking the sword's edge.

To become the commander of the Imperial Guard, his strength must be at least first-rank.

Although you can't beat Qin Xiu in a one-on-one fight, he's a general, so there's no need for you to fight him one-on-one.

The commander of the Imperial Guards smiled coldly and waved his hand.

"Kill! Tonight, leave no Taoist alive!"

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Chapter Thirty-Four Fierce Battle

A fierce battle broke out in front of Changsheng Temple, with Imperial Guards soldiers forming battle formations and charging towards the mountaintop wave after wave.

The fact that Taoism has few disciples does not mean that Taoism is weak. On the contrary, Taoist disciples are very strong. Their talents would be top-tier in other factions.

At this moment, the fighting power unleashed by these Taoist disciples was extremely strong, with Qin Xiu being the strongest among them.

The only one who can withstand him is the commander of the Imperial Guard.

They could barely hold them off; defeating Qin Xiu was out of the question.

If it weren't for the battle formation surrounding the Imperial Guards, he would have been killed long ago.

Qin Xiu swept aside the commander of the Imperial Guard with a single sword strike, but at that very moment, two Imperial Guard soldiers seized the opportunity when he sheathed his sword and slashed at his back.

Qin Xiu noticed this and tried to retaliate, but his body involuntarily slowed down by a beat. He could only dodge one blade, while another Imperial Guard soldier's blade struck his thigh, immediately cutting a gash.

The cut wasn't deep, but it was bleeding profusely, with bright red blood flowing out continuously.

The commander of the Imperial Guards sneered as he watched this scene, inwardly mocking Qin Xiu for overestimating himself.

An individual's strength is ultimately limited. He acknowledged that Qin Xiu was very strong, but Qin Xiu was still just one person facing hundreds or thousands of people.

Before they arrived, they had already made a plan to target Qin Xiu, a genius among the younger generation of Taoism, and the only way to kill him was by overwhelming him with sheer numbers.

At the very least, the number of people needed must be over a thousand, and all of them must be martial artists.

After losing nearly a hundred soldiers, Qin Xiu's strength was finally exhausted, and his physical functions began to decline.

They used the method of surrounding and killing a grandmaster to surround and kill Qin Xiu, which could be considered an honor for Qin Xiu, and he died a worthy death.

However, the commander of the Imperial Guards was still somewhat dissatisfied because too many people had died.

Back then, on the battlefield at Duling Pass, Marquis Qin Shuhuai killed a Grandmaster of the Great Qing Dynasty with only seventy-eight lives.

Qin Xiu was not a grandmaster, yet more than a hundred Imperial Guards died in the attack on him. The disparity between them was unacceptable to him.

Is it that the Imperial Guards are inferior to the Blazing Forest Army, or is it that I am truly inferior to Qin Shuhuai?

Or perhaps both?

He shook his head, trying to ignore these thoughts, raised his broadsword, and walked towards Qin Xiu. The rain gradually stopped, signaling the end of the battle.

Kill Qin Xiu, then destroy the Changsheng Temple, and everything will be over!

He completely disregarded Li Qing's orders.

Qin Xiu remained calm, completely ignoring the injury on his leg, and watched as the Imperial Guard commander gradually approached.

When he was a child, he was just a beggar. It was the leader of the sect who brought him back to the Changsheng Temple and taught him the secret techniques.

Therefore, he has always been grateful for and respected the leader, and took the leader's orders as the highest code of conduct.

No matter how absurd the orders given by the leader were, he would carry them out and obey them.

The leader is currently in seclusion and must not be disturbed. Therefore, even if it costs me my life, I must kill them here.

Qin Xiu raised the long sword in his hand and held it horizontally in front of his chest. The remaining true energy gathered, and some water droplets began to float slowly around him.

These water droplets are real water droplets, not condensed qi.

Water is soft. It has little offensive power, but under certain conditions, it can become extremely lethal.

Upon witnessing this scene, the commander of the Imperial Guards felt a sense of alarm and instantly made the decision to flee.

But if he escapes, all his men will die.

This will be a stain on his reputation, and he will never be as good as Qin Shuhuai.

Therefore, he made the best decision to kill Qin Xiu before Qin Xiu could unleash his power.

The blade of his broadsword crackled with true energy, emitting a faint glow. In the next instant, he rushed in front of Qin Xiu, and the broadsword was already slashing out.

Qin Xiu had already completed the guidance of his true energy at this moment, and the surrounding water droplets shot out in all directions like arrows.

shhhhhh...

The sound of water whistling through the air was incessant. Hundreds of soldiers surrounded him, and amidst screams, water droplets pierced their bodies, their armor unable to withstand the onslaught.

The commander of the Imperial Guards was closest to the target; he too was hit, with several bloody holes bleeding from them.

But he did not die, because the true energy of a first-rank martial artist flows to his limbs and bones, continuing to temper him. His body is stronger than those of eighth and ninth-rank soldiers.

The broadsword swung down, its target Qin Xiu's head.

Qin Xiu's last gaze fell on the Star Gazing Tower, as he prepared to close his eyes and face his death.

Clang!

Suddenly, an ice wall appeared between Qin Xiu's neck and the Imperial Guard commander's broadsword, stopping the sword from striking his neck.

Qin Xiu stared, speechless, at the sudden appearance of the golden-blue ice wall.

He recognized the golden-blue ice wall, and in this world, there was only one person who could condense an ice wall that even a first-grade martial artist's full-force attack could not see through.

The leader's disciple—Qi Yu!

The commander of the Imperial Guards was also incredulous; the ice wall was forming faster than his hand could swing his sword.

Moreover, there can only be one person with such means!

But wasn't that person's dantian destroyed?

How is this going?

The commander of the Imperial Guards didn't have time to think, because he knew that if it really was him, he would die, and they would all die tonight.

A grandmaster could sweep them all away, let alone him!

This man was once famous for his ruthlessness in killing four grandmasters!

The commander of the Imperial Guards immediately tried to escape, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move his feet. Looking down, he saw that his feet were frozen.

And this was just the beginning. Starting from his feet, his body was gradually frozen, and the commander of the Imperial Guards lost all feeling in his feet.

The commander of the Imperial Guards suddenly turned his head and looked at the gate of the Changsheng Temple, where a tall and slender figure was walking out.

The rain had just stopped, and the clouds in the sky were still thick, making the light somewhat dim, but he still managed to see the face clearly.

Qi Yu was very famous; he was the commander of the Imperial Guards, so it was hard not to know him.

Qi Yu is truly a believer in immortality!

How could that be?

How dare he stay at the Changsheng Temple!

Isn't he afraid of retaliation from the imperial court?

Qi Yu only glanced at the commander of the Imperial Guards and then paid no more attention to him. Killing the commander of the Imperial Guards was just a matter of a thought for him.

"Qin Xiu, he's in your hands now. Go and help the other fellow disciples gather them here!"

Qin Xiu bowed respectfully and said yes, then turned to look at the commander of the Imperial Guard.

The Imperial Guard commander frowned, a bad feeling creeping over him. Just as he was about to say something, a flash of sword light appeared, and a line of blood ran down his neck.

The commander of the Imperial Guard, a first-rank martial artist, died at the gate of the Changsheng Temple.