C499 Injuries to both sides

On one hand, he was using Wei Shentong to lure Xue Qingming away, and on the other hand, he was bringing his people to the Xue’s Mansion to find the Medicine King's Grimoire s. The abacus was thumping loudly.

However, Qing Tian had never expected that an unexpected guest would actually come within the originally empty Xue’s Mansion.

To Qing Tian, Ye Qian was just trying to mess things up and forcefully increase the difficulty of his game. However, the barrier was right in front of him. If he didn't step over, he could only retreat. But was retreating really that easy? Even if Qing Tian had said that, Ye Qian probably wouldn't agree.

Therefore, there was only one option, to kill Ye Qian and seize the Medicine King's Grimoire at all costs.

In truth, even Ye Qian did not expect that Wei Shentong and the people from Chihuang Sect would actually dare to act so arrogantly.

Ye Qian had coincidentally finished tidying up Ye Hu and Hong Chang and they went back home. However, before he even entered Sky City's villa, he faintly sensed that there were many warriors moving about within the Star Moon And Half Mountain Villa. Ye Qian was not at ease, and came to investigate. It was also because of this Qing Tian's bad luck that he coincidentally met with Ye Qian.

On Qing Tian's side, bringing along a motley crowd of more than ten Chihuang Sect, he wanted to risk his life and charge forward to hack Ye Qian's random swords to death.

But in the end, Chihuang Sect was not a sect that relied on martial arts to establish their foothold. This kind of thing, if placed with another sect, would absolutely not be done. It wasn't like a martial artist killing people in an array, it wasn't like there was a need to have more people.

At this moment, a flash of light could be seen above the Xue’s Mansion.

The dazzling light was so bright that even if it was slightly heavier, it would disappear in a second or two. When he looked back inside the Star Moon And Half Mountain Villa, the sounds of battle had disappeared, and there were no sounds of weapons clashing. All that remained was a deathly silence.

Beside Ye Qian, the ancient Thailand Emperor's Sword was still stabbed into the ground quietly, as if it had never left its sheath. However, the sparkling blood on the surface of the sword seemed to tell a terrifying story that no one knew about.

Other than Ye Qian, there was no one else in the Xue’s Mansion courtyard.

Qing Tian, who had just clamored for Ye Qian to be chopped into minced meat a moment ago, was now decapitated. He was chopped into two by the dazzling sword light and died on the ground. As for those over a dozen Chihuang Sect disciples, not a single one of them were spared. Under Ye Qian's sword light, all of their bodies were disintegrated, turning into puddles of flesh and blood.

Glancing at his surroundings in disgust, Ye Qian once again lifted up the teacup, sipped a mouthful, and disdainfully said: "You deserve to die!"

If he fought with a Worldly Immortal Stage expert, what else could he be doing other than dying?

After killing all the pillars of the Chihuang Sect, Ye Qian did not leave. Instead, he quietly sat within the Xue’s Mansion, seeming to be waiting for something.

And at this moment, on a mountain slope in the heavy Jiang-Nan Yang town, which was hundreds of kilometers away from the Linhai, stood a middle-aged man who looked like a white-robed Taoist.

white-robed Taoist faintly faced towards his Linhai, pinching his fingers while calculating. Seeing an unusual ray of light flash across the night sky, white-robed Taoist snorted: "Xuan-yuan Sword s light, it's the Xuan-yuan Sword's light! It really is like stepping on broken iron shoes and finding a place no matter where one goes. It doesn't take any effort to get it. "

As he spoke, the white-robed Taoist chanted an incantation and the longsword behind him flew up with a 'whoosh' sound. The Daoist lightly leapt onto the longsword and then quickly flew towards the Linhai.

Looking at the sky above him, white-robed Taoist laughed for a while, "Heaven chosen person, Heaven chosen person, this Poverty-stricken People would like to see how capable you are …" With that, the white-robed Taoist smiled proudly and disappeared into the distance.

On the other side, the small army of people with Chihuang Sect encircling them had all died, while the battle on the other side was still going on between Xue Qingming and Wei Shentong.

Whether it was in terms of cultivation or methods, these two Dragon Elephant Stage individuals were on par with each other. If they continued to fight like this, it would take at least three days and three nights.

In the darkness, Xue Qingming and Wei Shentong fought back and forth, and after fighting for a long time without any results, the two of them decided to not use any fancy moves anymore. It was a fist to fist, palm to palm.

Rumble, rumble, rumble.

The two of them crossed paths and exchanged three blows consecutively. Then, the two of them staggered a distance from each other.

Their four eyes met, and Wei Shentong couldn't help but feel anxious in his heart.

Touching his slightly numb hands, Wei Shentong looked at the unflustered Xue Qingming, and thought fiercely in his heart: Damn it, why is this old fellow so hard to deal with. He had fought with him for two hours already, yet he couldn't even see a trace of defeat.

Similarly, Xue Qingming started to size up Wei Shentong too, but Xue Qingming did not resent him too much, he only sighed with emotion: Wei Shentong still has such a cultivation at his age, and is even more talented than me and my senior brother back then. Sigh, what a pity. It would have been great if such a person hadn't walked on the wrong path. Perhaps …

Thinking about this, Xue Qingming helplessly shook his head, because he knew that there were no 'ifs' in this world.

"No, we can't continue like this. We have to use all our strength to kill him, and kill this old man!" Wei Shentong thought to himself as he looked at Xue Qingming, and in that moment, a strong killing intent blossomed in his eyes.

"Old Ghost Xue, give me your life!" Wei Shentong laughed sinisterly.

Xue Qingming immediately reacted and shouted: "Not good!"

In merely an instant, Wei Shentong suddenly moved. However, he did not rush towards Xue Qingming.

Xue Qingming could clearly see that there were hidden weapons in Wei Shentong's left and right palms that had entered the phase and were shooting towards him. That concealed weapon's appearance was very strange. It didn't look like a dart, nor like a needle. He didn't know what it was.

Xue Qingming roared, his entire body trembling. First, he activated the Strong Qi, then continuously twisted his body, attempting to dodge Wei Shentong's hidden weapon attack.

Wei Shentong said with a laugh, "Here comes the chance!"

Lifting his Qi, Wei Shentong's eyes suddenly turned blood-red. His steps became abnormally fast as he suddenly rushed towards Xue Qingming.

At this moment, Xue Qingming was focused on fighting against the hidden weapons, and he did not notice that Wei Shentong was right in front of him.

Wei Shentong laughed out loud: "You silly old man, it's just a wooden pincer. You've been tricked, prepare to die!"

Xue Qingming was startled, then realised that he was being deceived.

But just as quickly as that, Wei Shentong's huge fist had already smashed towards Xue Qingming's shoulder. Although the fist did not land on Xue Qingming's body, but Xue Qingming felt that the power of the fist seemed to be much stronger than before.

Looking at Wei Shentong's bloodshot eyes, Xue Qingming shouted loudly, "Not good, you, you, you actually cultivated the Bloodthirsty Divine Technique …"

You old thing, you have some eyes. To be able to die under one of the top ten demonic techniques, the Old Ghost Xue, is your honor!

The punch was accompanied by the stench of fresh blood. Xue Qingming knew that he could no longer avoid this.

However, how many years had Xue Qingming been an old thing that had wandered the martial arts world? Under such dangerous circumstances, Xue Qingming made the most appropriate decision.

Xue Qingming did not dodge. Instead, he rushed towards Wei Shentong.

Wei Shentong stared blankly for a moment, then laughed out loud. "Old Ghost Xue, looks like you don't find your death fast enough, alright? Alright then, I'll grant your wish.

Xue Qingming's shoulder was forcibly struck by Wei Shentong's punch, and in the next moment, Xue Qingming's shoulder was shattered into pieces, and Wei Shentong's fist had even pierced into Xue Qingming's shoulder.

However, Xue Qingming gritted his teeth as he endured the pain and did not retreat. Instead, he grabbed Wei Shentong's arm and used all his strength to ruthlessly smash the fatal acupoint on his chest.

Seeing that Xue Qingming was going to fight to the death with this old thing, but he was unable to retreat, and could only take Xue Qingming's punch.

A rumbling sound was heard.

Both of them exploded with each other, retreating far away.

Xue Qingming's shoulders and arms were basically crippled, but Wei Shentong's condition was not much better. He vomited a mouthful of blood on the ground, his breastbone cracked, and his pair of blood-red eyes also gradually calmed down.

The two of them had been on par with each other, and now that they were both heavily injured, they had no more strength left to fight.

Seeing the delicate situation, Wei Shentong did not hesitate at all. Clutching his chest, he stumbled and ran. Just before they left, Wei Shentong had left behind some words: "Old Ghost Xue, you better remember this, our debt is not over yet, I, I will come back to find you, just you wait!"

Xue Qingming laughed bitterly, the pain in his shoulder could not stop. At this time, Xue Qingming no longer wanted to consider Wei Shentong's threat, as long as he could preserve his life, it would be good enough.

After sitting on the ground for a long time in pain, Xue Qingming finally managed to get up with much difficulty. Looking at the sky that was already gradually releasing heavenly light, Xue Qingming was in a trance for a while.

"I never thought that this Wei Shentong would actually have connections with the devil sect. This old man has miscalculated!" Thinking about it, Xue Qingming continued to mutter to himself: "Looks like I won't be able to return to Star Moon And Half Mountain Villa. "Where should the old man go now?"

After thinking for a while, a strange smile suddenly appeared on Xue Qingming's face as he said helplessly: "Sigh, looks like I'll have to ask for help from the Little Friend Ye again!"

Thinking about how he had repeatedly asked Ye Qian for help, Xue Qingming's old face couldn't help but turn red.

As he said that, Xue Qingming covered the wound on his shoulder, and disappeared into the darkness while shaking his body.