Chapter 236: Massive Attack (3)
When disciples from the Xuanji Sect, the Mokui Sect, and the Tianfu Sect appeared together and were heading straight for Wuzhou City from the southern sky, Qingyou and the other two girls were busy in the north of Wuzhou City.
On that day, disciples of the Tianfu Sect caused a great flood at night, and the area hundreds of miles around Wuzhou City became a swamp.
Many villages and towns around Wuzhou City suffered devastating disasters, and only a very small number of villagers managed to escape.
Tens of thousands of surviving villagers were resettled in the north of Wuzhou City.
Following the teachings of their ancestors' notes that "sword cultivators should experience the mortal world and sharpen their sword hearts", the three Qingyou girls have been helping out in the north of the city for more than a month. As official envoys, they have helped the surviving villagers rebuild their villages, repair farmland, and replant crops.
Amidst the low howls of pigs, a group of wild boars ran happily into the newly built village and into the fields where some tender sprouts had just sprouted. Their sharp fangs randomly dug in the soil, making a mess of the crops in the field.
Qing Ning shouted loudly and slapped the sword bag on his waist. A green sword light flew out and circled around the group of wild boars. Dozens of huge pig heads fell to the ground, and cheers from the villagers were heard in the distance.
Qing Ning waved triumphantly at the villagers. Above her head, an extremely hard, cold and ruthless male voice came.
"As a noble sword cultivator, you actually fly your sword to eliminate wild boars for these ants?"
"Are you worthy of your sword?"
Qing Ning was timid. When she suddenly heard a strange voice coming from above her head, she screamed "Ah!" and jumped back dozens of feet. She waved her hand and called back the flying sword, which turned into a circle of sword rainbow to protect her whole body.
After protecting herself properly, Qing Ning raised her head and looked at the person who spoke.
Just above her head, more than a hundred feet above the ground, nearly a hundred men and women in white clothes, with bald scalps and cold and cruel temperaments, were floating in the air with faint sword lights under their feet, looking down at Qing Ning with a hint of disdain and ridicule.
"Are you worthy of your sword?"
A tall young man in white looked at Qing Ning coldly and shook his head, "No, you don't understand what a sword is at all."
"You have failed this sword." The young man in white hooked his finger at Qing Ning and said, "So, give it to me. Since you are pretty, you can be my sword maid. If you serve me well, I can reward you with a child. In the future, you will be honored by your child, and you will have a good future."
Qing Ning widened her eyes, opened her mouth slightly, and looked at the young man in white like an idiot.
Then, she suddenly raised her voice: "Sister, someone is here to bully us!"
A little further away, Qingyou and Qingmeng were flying towards them on their swords.
Above their heads, the giant parrot flapped its wings and transformed into a stream of red light, its speed surprisingly not slower than that of their swords.
As it flew, the big parrot cursed: "Which bastard who is so fucking mad dares to come and ask for wildfire?"
"Don't give me face!"
"Get him!"
"Kill him!"
"Men will be beaten into eunuchs, and women will be beaten into flat chests!"
"No, all the women were beaten into a big bowl!"
God knows where this guy learned these dirty words, at least Lu Yi had never heard of such words.
The big parrot's voice is shrill, high-pitched and loud, and can be heard clearly from a long distance away.
The faces of the men and women in white changed slightly. A beautiful girl snorted coldly and pointed her right hand at the big parrot. There was a sound of breaking wind, and a light silver sword light flew out from her fingertips and slashed towards the big parrot.
The silver sword flew out over a hundred feet away, then suddenly flashed and transformed into dozens of nimble silver snakes in mid-air, making a hissing sound and surrounding the big parrot from all directions.
"The sword light changes shape... " Qingyou shouted: "Master... retreat!"
Qing Ning shuddered with fear, and the sword rainbow merged with his body. A green rainbow more than ten feet long shot up into the sky, joined Qing You and Qing Meng, and flew towards Wuzhou City in a hurry.
Although the family sword techniques are profound and mysterious, they were born in a world where the spiritual power of the heaven and earth collapsed and is just beginning to recover. The cultivation of the three girls, Qingyou, has improved rapidly in recent days because of Lu Yi.
But compared to these men and women in white, their foundation is still too poor.
Qingyou couldn't compare to the sword light that turned into silver snakes and surrounded and killed the enemy from all directions. The other party's sword skills were at least two levels higher than those of the three sisters.
I am no match for him, so I have to leave quickly.
There is a saying in the ancestor's notes, 'As long as the mountains remain, there will be no shortage of firewood', and 'It is never too late for a sword cultivator to take revenge'. Qingyou has memorized the ancestor's notes these days, so as not to make the mistake of rushing into a fight with others.
The young man in white smiled coldly: "Escape? Where are you going to escape? Three girls, great, they are all mine."
The young man in white shook his body, and with a "whoosh" sound, he transformed into a golden light no more than three meters long and quickly chased after Qingyou and the other two girls.
The sword light of the young man in white was not long, but it was extremely bright, extremely pure, and its speed was extremely fast, more than three times faster than the sword light of Qingyou and the other two girls.
The big parrot nearby saw the silver snakes flying in the sky and was so scared that its feathers stood on end. It let out a strange cry, suddenly opened its mouth, and sprayed out a very thin line of fire, which hit the dozen or so silver snakes that were flying towards it.
A dozen silver snakes paused for a moment, and then the flames suddenly grew stronger. The raging fire attached to the sword light burned fiercely. The girl who was flying the sword to kill the giant parrot shook her body, and her face suddenly turned red, as if burned by a branding iron. Her whole body became scorching hot, and sweat spurted out uncontrollably.
"This flat-haired beast is strange. What it spews out is not ordinary fire." The girl was not surprised but delighted. She shouted, "It is mine. No one is allowed to take it away!"
As soon as he finished speaking, more than a dozen women in this team of young men and women released sword lights at the same time, transforming into various light and shadows such as flying snakes, bees, sparrows, and swallows, and slashed towards the big parrot as fast as lightning.
The big parrot screamed and flapped its wings, and a faint flame ignited all over its body. It quickly passed by a dozen silver snake sword lights that had become much slower due to the burning, and chased after Qingyou and the other two women in a hurry .
"The wind is strong, hurry up... a bunch of little bitches, why are you chasing your uncle?"
"Men and women should not touch each other, it's impossible for me to be with you guys!"
"Don't be so wishful thinking. I won't give you my innocence!"
The big parrot was talking nonsense while running for its life. Fire was spewing from its mouth, sparks were coming out of its butt, and its wings were flapping wildly. It actually caught up with Qingyou and the other two girls little by little.
But the young man in white who was flying the sword had actually stood in front of Qingyou and the other two girls.
He was suspended in the air, with his right hand pointing diagonally at the three women. A three-meter-long golden light was blinding in front of his middle finger, and a constant 'buzzing' sound of swords was emitted. The terrifying sword intent frightened the three women so much that their pretty faces turned pale, and the green sword lights protecting their bodies were shaking slightly.
"Kneel down, offer your flying swords, and then serve me here." The young man in white looked at the three girls in Qingyou coldly and said, "I am Jian Wuming, the seventh true disciple of the Amitabha Sword Sect. It is your blessing that I like you!"
The big parrot flapped its wings and swooped over, hissing, "Land!"
While yelling, the big parrot dived to the ground.
Qingyou and the other two girls didn't have time to think, and hurriedly followed the big parrot, pressed down the sword light, and reached the ground in an instant.
Jian Wuming sneered, and with a flick of his body, he once again stood in front of the three women. He was suspended three inches above the ground, looking at the three women with pride and said coldly, "Escape? Where are you going to escape? No matter if it's a treasure or a beauty that I've set my eyes on, nothing has ever escaped my hands."
"Be good and listen to me. Since you are so cute, I..."
Jian Wuming looked at the three women with great pride.
He was so proud that he didn't notice that a caracal covered in dirt and grass sneaked out from the bush behind him. The soft pads on its paws made it walk silently, and its feline instinct made it approach Jian Wuming from behind little by little.
Then, three feet behind Jian Wuming, the caracal suddenly accelerated, its body turned into a streak of silver light, and jumped between Jian Wuming's legs with a swish.
When the caracal passed through Jian Wuming's body, its two front paws fiercely scratched his embarrassing and vital parts. From its thick fleshy palms, three-inch long silver claws emerged, and more than a foot long silver cold light spurted out from its claws.
Jian Wuming is protected by an invisible sword aura.
The caracal's claws grabbed his body, and the invisible sword energy suddenly activated, and a layer of golden cold light protected his whole body.
There was a ding-dong sound, and the golden cold light was pierced by the caracal's claws. The sharp claws, with a cold light, swept across Jian Wuming's lower body. The carrot was cut into three strips. Amidst the splattering blood, two spherical objects flew out and were cut into dozens of pieces in the flashing cold light.
The caracal waved its claws frantically. When it passed through Jian Wuming's legs, it waved its claws at least hundreds of times.
Rays of cold light pierced fiercely into Jian Wuming's internal organs. The sharp sword energy in Jian Wuming's internal organs and the cold light of the caracal's claws collided fiercely, continuously making sharp sword and knife vibration sounds.
Layer upon layer of sword energy was destroyed, internal organs were torn open, blood spurted out from the wounds, and a belly full of intestines turned into broken pieces, flowing all over the ground.
Jian Wuming howled miserably, and fell to his knees with a thud. His face turned pale with pain, the corners of his eyes cracked, and blood spurted out.
He looked at the caracal in disbelief as it rushed out from between his legs and looked back at him, and hissed, "I have the protection of our sect's Amitabha Unmovable Sword Aura... and you actually... are an alien species, an alien species... I, I, I hate it..."
Jian Wuming opened his mouth and yelled, and the big parrot shamelessly rushed over and stuffed its huge bird head into Jian Wuming's mouth, mouth to mouth, and sprayed a stream of fire into his throat.
The big parrot pulled out its head and ran to the side, spitting as it ran.
A beam of fire shot up from Jian Wuming's mouth, seven or eight feet high. The blazing flames burned his trachea, esophagus, lungs, and stomach until they were cooked through in an instant. A terrible smell of barbecue emanated from far away.
Behind, the disciples of the Amitabha Sword Sect who were chasing after them on their swords exclaimed in unison, and then the sword lights in the sky turned into various flowers, birds, insects and beasts, and fell straight down with a sharp sound of breaking through the air.
