The First Sword of the Universe

Chapter 50 What is an overwhelming force? (First order required!)
It was morning and the sun was shining all over the earth and mountains.

However, the mountain roads of Qingcheng Mountain are lined with dense jungle and the light is dim.

When Xu Xingchen walked to this area, figures immediately flashed in the forest, and countless hidden weapons and darts were thrown out.

shhhhhh!
The sharp sound of breaking through the air is as sudden as a rainstorm and as dense as a swarm of bees. It makes people's scalps tingle and their hearts leap with fear.

As soon as the disciples of Qingcheng Sect arrived, they presented a huge gift to Xu Xingchen, the evil guest who came to pay a visit to the mountain.

Xu Xingchen suddenly rose from the ground, avoiding the central area where the hidden weapon attacks were most concentrated. He swung his wooden stick to create a series of stick shadows and stick flowers, knocking all the hidden weapons in front of him away, breaking a gap in the encirclement, and rushing diagonally towards the woods on the left.

shhhhhh!
The hidden weapons behind him were chasing closely, but they were always one step behind. They hit the bluestone steps with a clanging sound, shot everywhere, and embedded themselves into the trees with a puff, splashing up columns of light wood chips.

"The Qingcheng Sect's hidden weapon skills are truly extraordinary!"

Xu Xingchen leaped quickly on the branches of the trees, dodging the hidden weapons chasing him from behind, and knocking any Qingcheng Sect disciples he encountered off the tree with a stick.

As more and more Qingcheng Sect disciples fell from the trees screaming, the hidden weapon attack here immediately weakened a lot.

"Draw out the sword!"

Someone shouted loudly, as if it was an order, and the attack of hidden weapons was immediately restrained. Then, men in blue Taoist robes leaped from the trees on both sides and drew their swords out of their sheaths in mid-air with a "clang clang clang".

The sword flashes, as fast as the wind!
They rushed forward one after another towards the evil guests who were rushing up the mountain!

Xu Xingchen kicked his feet and somersaulted. The tree branch he was on was immediately chopped into pieces by seven or eight sword lights, scattered into countless small pieces, and fell to the ground.

Boom!Boom!
He tapped the wooden stick left and right, deflecting the two sword lights. His footsteps landed on the blue stone steps again. He spun his body and quickly stepped up the steps, knocking away the sword lights coming from all directions one by one. In just one breath, he had climbed more than a dozen steps.

Swish!
Three sword lights swept in from the ground and attacked Xu Xingchen's lower body, forcing Xu Xingchen to leap up again and fly towards the woods on the right.

During the flight, Xu Xingchen knocked down three Qingcheng Sect disciples to the ground. Their acupoints were injured and they were in unbearable pain. They screamed in pain, but they could no longer continue the pursuit.

In the dense woods on both sides of the mountain road, figures leaped and flew, and many people shouted loudly, constantly chasing the figures in front.

The figure in front was very agile and swift, always able to avoid the attacks of the crowd at the critical moment.

No matter the sword light or hidden weapon, they can't get close to his body.
Xu Xingchen keeps his eyes and ears open, and responds quickly to changes in the surrounding environment anytime and anywhere.

The wooden stick in his hand not only knocked away the long swords and hidden weapons, but also knocked those figures who were too close to the ground, rolling on the ground and wailing.

Although the Qingcheng Sect acted in a rough manner, it was still one of the famous and upright sects after all. It was impossible for him to treat them like he did the bandits and robbers he encountered on his way south, killing people and leaving corpses all over the ground.

However, the death penalty can be avoided, but the living punishment cannot be escaped!
The points on the bodies of the Qingcheng disciples that he would poke and hit with his wooden stick would often trigger intense pain, causing them to spasm and convulse, rolling on the ground in pain, and for a while, they would be unable to muster the strength to chase after him.

In such a fierce chase, Xu Xingchen shot down twenty or thirty Qingcheng Sect disciples. From the dense forest on the mountain road behind him, their painful cries of ghosts and wolves could be heard.

Not only did the number of pursuers decrease a lot, but their morale also dropped greatly!

Swish!Swish!Swish!Swish!
Suddenly, four figures shot out from the forest and quickly approached Xu Xingchen at a speed much faster than others. With a clanging sound, four sword lights flashed in the air, like wind and lightning. One sword stabbed at the throat, one sword stabbed at the waist and ribs, one sword stabbed at the vest, and one sword stabbed at the perineum.

As fast as lightning, as quick as thunder!
"These four people should be the Four Heroes of Qingcheng"

Xu Xingchen caught sight of two familiar figures, and with some guesses in his mind, he flipped in the air, and at the same time used a wooden stick to hit a large tree next to him, pushing his body sideways about ten feet away, cleverly avoiding the attacks of four long swords.

The four of them crossed each other in the air, turned around and landed on the branches of a nearby big tree.

"Good thief, you really have some skills!" Someone roared, and the four men rushed forward with swords in hand again. Some of them had sharp swords, some shot hidden weapons with amazing speed, some reacted quickly and swiftly, and some drew their swords with insidious and vicious moves.

The reason why these four people became the four most promising disciples under Yu Canghai was that even though their skills were not as good as the ten underworld masters who besieged Xu Xingchen, they were much better than Lin Zhennan and his wife.

This joint attack immediately revealed the exquisiteness of Songfeng swordsmanship of Songfeng Temple in Qingcheng Mountain.

His body moves like a pine tree, his sword shines like the wind; then, his body moves like the wind, his sword shines like a pine tree.

The two changes switch between each other, which is both body movement and sword technique.

The four of them joined forces to attack, which increased the power of this sword technique several times.

However, even if the four of them tried their best, they still could not cause any harm to Xu Xingchen, and they could not even slow down Xu Xingchen's pace.

The more they swung their swords, the more frightened they became. They felt just like when they usually practiced with their master, with a feeling of complete powerlessness.

Seeing that the gate of Songfeng Temple was not far away, Xu Xingchen let out a strange laugh and stabbed with the wooden stick in his hand like a violent storm, covering the figures of the Four Heroes of Qingcheng.

The Four Heroes of Qingcheng tried their best to block, but they felt that their swords were being smashed by a hammer. Amid the clanging sounds, their arms trembled, their feet stepped back, and for a moment they were overwhelmed and could not breathe.

The four knew that if they continued like this, they would surely be defeated. However, they fought back several times, but all ended in failure. The ghost-faced man in front of them used the wooden stick in his hand to perfection, and after so many clashes with their swords, he didn't even touch the tip of the sword once. His strength was so great that they kept doubting their lives.

"Is the gap between our martial arts and this person's really that huge?"

"If this person really wanted to kill the four of us, wouldn't we have already been lying on the ground?"

"Oh no, he's already broken in!"

Under the fierce attack of a wooden stick pointing east and west, south and north, the four people retreated again and again, step by step to the open space under the steps in front of Songfeng Temple.

puff! puff! puff! puff!
As the wooden stick hit the four men's chests one by one, all four of them flew backwards.

among them
One of them bumped into a big tree not far to the left, then fell to the ground with a bang, holding his chest and crying in pain.

One of them rolled on the ground and slid backwards, hitting his head on the steps in front of Songfeng Temple. His eyes rolled back and he fainted.

A man flew up the stairs, broke through the gate of Songfeng Temple, and fell in the front yard of the dojo.

The remaining person was the most unlucky. He was hit back by Xu Xingchen's wooden stick and rolled down the bluestone steps, screaming all the way. It was unknown whether it was good luck or bad luck that he did not roll into the nearby dense forest to stop his body. Instead, he rolled along the steps of the mountain path all the way to the corner and disappeared.

The Four Heroes of Qingcheng have become the four unlucky guys of Qingcheng today!
Xu Xingchen stepped into the open space in front of the gate and saw that there was still no movement in Songfeng Temple. He frowned and came to the man who hit the tree. He poked him with a wooden stick and asked in a hoarse voice: "Hey, are you dead? If not, tell me where your master is now?"

Hong Renxiong on the ground was pale, the pain in his chest made his body twitch, and sweat beads appeared on his forehead.

He looked up at the ghost-faced man and said with difficulty: "My master is in the bamboo forest behind the gym, waiting for you!"

"Well, thank you for telling me!" Xu Xingchen thanked him, then knocked Hong Renxiong unconscious with a stick, and added: "Have a good rest!"

After saying that, he rose from the ground, flew onto the wall of the gym, and then quickly followed the undulating roof ridge and headed towards the back mountain.

"Yu Canghai, here I come!"

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