One person established a clan

Chapter 23 Facing the Difficulties
The town center is still bustling with people coming and going.

But the local people had a gloomy look on their faces, and they were whispering and talking to each other from time to time.

"Is it true that the Huanxing Sect has been lying to us all along?"

"My granddaughter is cultivating in the mountains. She just sent a letter to me a few days ago. How could she lie?"

"But I seemed to see some officials running to the pharmacy, yelling at us to escape quickly."

Most of the people were at a loss, not knowing whether to advance or retreat.

Amidst the crowd, a white-haired old man appeared silently and stood in the middle of the street with his hands behind his back.

"I never thought that after decades of painstaking efforts, our Huanxing Sect would reveal flaws one after another in just a few days, causing such a turmoil."

He couldn't help but sigh: "This secret enemy really wants to fight to the death with our sect."

Click!
Scarlet mist suddenly seeped out from the cracks in the bluestone slabs, like thousands of poisonous snakes spitting out their tongues.

Many passersby hurriedly stepped back upon seeing this, exclaiming, "There's a ghost in broad daylight!"

"Run!" The streets and alleys soon became chaotic, and everyone was running for their lives.

The old man ignored the screams around him and just kept making hand seals. His wrinkled face was gloomy.

".hateful!"

If the sect's spiritual veins had not suddenly dried up, leaving insufficient spiritual energy for cultivation, they would not have taken such a risky move and sent their disciples out to die in order to track down the external enemy.

But after a night of waiting, the sect's spiritual guide still did not respond, as if the killer had disappeared.

At this point, we have no choice but to completely tear our faces apart and have a good fight with the thieves in the dark!
The old man suddenly stretched out his hand and clenched his fist. Blood mist suddenly gushed out of the cracks in the ground, and a long sword with blood patterns trembled and rose out of the ground and fell into his palm.

For a moment, the entire long street was filled with evil and bloody energy, like the screams of resentful demons.

The people who were running away screamed and fell down one after another. Blood-colored silk threads emerged from their seven orifices. The whole long street was covered with scarlet spider webs in an instant, converging from all directions to the blood-patterned sword in the old man's hand.

Om-!
The weapons rang with joy, dispelling the waves of biting evil spirit.

"Good, good, good!" The old man's eyes flashed with excitement. "Old friend, you've been sucking blood and energy here for twenty years. It's time for me to see what you can do!"

The bloody smell of the sword filled the air, making the streets as eerie and terrifying as a ghost cave.

"—— Elder Lian Xiu of the Huanxing Sect. Everyone in this town praises you for your sage-like demeanor, but who would have thought you could resort to such despicable tactics."

The clear and bright voice of a young girl suddenly broke the gloomy atmosphere.

Lian Xiu held his sword and glanced at the slender girl standing on the courtyard wall. He couldn't help but sneer: "Who are you?"

"I'm just a casual cultivator who saw injustice."

Wen Qimeng gently lifted her black skirt, and her black hair danced in the wind.

She narrowed her amber eyes slightly and gave a sarcastic smile: "I also want to learn from Elder Huanxing's skills."

"Hmph!" Lian Xiu was in no hurry to attack, his eyes gradually fixed: "Looking at your posture, little girl, you seem to have some connections. What sect or school are you from?"

"Qingshan Sect." Wen Qimeng casually swept her hand across her waist, and a soft sword suddenly appeared. "Is Elder Lian Xiu satisfied with this name?"

"Qingshan Sect."

Lian Xiu pretended to realize something, then suddenly raised his sword and slashed!
The scarlet sword light burst out instantly, and the stalls along the way were reduced to dust, and the courtyard wall was smashed to pieces.

Amidst the rising smoke and dust, Wen Qimeng's slender figure flashed out. Just as the tip of her shoe touched the bamboo frame of the street stall, the bamboo shed behind her suddenly shattered and exploded.

"The elder's actions were truly decisive."

Wen Qimeng spun around and landed on the street. She wiped the blood off her cheek and jokingly said, "You have to rely on sneak attacks to defeat a little girl?"

"You are definitely not from the Qingshan Sect." Lian Xiu laughed darkly, "But since you claim to be so, then I will naturally grind you to dust and scatter your ashes to prevent them from discovering you."

Wen Qimeng's smile disappeared unconsciously, and she immediately tapped her finger seals, and several mysterious arts were added to her body.

"I can spare your life." Lian Xiu strode forward with a scarlet blood sword in his hand. His momentum was rising steadily, and a terrifying ghost face seemed to rise from behind him.

"However, you must explain clearly who is responsible for the chaos these days and what your relationship is with them!" "You can give it a try."

Wen Qimeng pretended to be relaxed, but facing the terrifying murderous aura coming towards her, the back of her collar was actually covered with cold sweat.

The Xinxuan realm is indeed quite terrifying.

Catching a glimpse of the blood vine illusion gradually spreading on the ground, she concentrated on getting into position, her heart already beating with fear.

Now that the reinforcements have not arrived yet, Elder Huanxing has already arrived, and she doesn't know how long she can hold on alone.

Chi!
The bloody light suddenly came into view, and Wen Qimeng's breathing paused slightly.

She hurriedly took a wrong step, and moved lightly among the sword beams, using her clever strength to gain leverage and forcibly deflect the last few bloody blades.

"Well"

In the blink of an eye, Wen Qimeng retreated dozens of feet, her knuckles hurt and her pretty face turned pale.

Lian Xiu smiled grimly and said, "Little girl, this old man's sword has just come out of seclusion, and it just needs some 'spiritual energy meat' to nourish it. If you don't want to tell me..."

"Why not try it with your own flesh?"

Wen Qimeng retorted with a cold face, and couldn't help but press the jade plate behind her waist.

But at this moment, Lian Xiu frowned: "Who are you from?"

Wen Qimeng was confused for a moment, then quickly turned around and saw a familiar figure appear more than ten feet away. She couldn't help but show joy on her face.

"Son!"

"He's the person you're looking for."

Su Cheng came to Wen Qimeng's side, breathed a sigh of relief, and casually patted her slender shoulders. "Miss Wen, please help hold this person back. Leave the rest to me."

"you"

Wen Qimeng was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly grabbed his sleeve and said, "Are you stupid? This is a cultivator from the Heart Profound Realm! We need to work together to deal with him—"

Her voice stopped abruptly, and she couldn't help but hold her breath, staring blankly at the silver-white aura gradually burning around Su Cheng.

How could this person's cultivation have made such a huge leap forward in just one night?!
"You are the one who is against my sect?"

Lian Xiu's expression became more and more solemn, and his hair and beard were stained with scarlet. "You have reached the perfect state of the Mystical Realm. Although your cultivation is good, you..."

Bang!

Nearly twenty tokens densely packed together fell to the ground in an instant.

Su Cheng waved his hands and raised his eyebrows, saying, "How many disciples are there in your sect? Next time, why not send them all to me and kill them all at once, so that I don't have to chase them around and kill them all."

Wen Qimeng looked at him from behind with her eyes wide open: "Are all these from the Huanxing Sect?"

"Good! You're so brave, little thief!"

Lian Xiu laughed in anger, murderous aura burst out from his body, and the blue bricks on the long street cracked and exploded.

A row of eyeballs appeared on the blood-red sword in his hand, and the scarlet sword light condensed and appeared for more than ten feet, and it chopped down on the head with a whistling sound that broke through the air!
The bluestone slabs along the entire long street were lifted off the ground by the pressure of the sword. The moment the sword energy fell, the jade plate behind Wen Qimeng's waist suddenly started to move, and she was about to deploy a barrier to resist.

In an instant, she saw Su Cheng step forward towards the bloody light, the muscles on his right arm bulged, and silver-white flames wrapped around his palm.

Boom——!
There was a deafening roar, and the streets and alleys instantly exploded with smoke and dust, and the bamboo baskets on the stalls flew around in the air, as if a strong wind was passing through.

As the smoke dissipated, the place where Su Cheng was standing collapsed into a pit, but his body still stood upright, with his five fingers tightly clasping the blood-red sword energy!
"Um?!"

Lian Xiu's expression suddenly changed. What kind of tricks was this person using?!

The silver-white flames were like a raging dragon, rising and burning inch by inch, and the blood evil was melting with a hissing sound like spring snow meeting boiling oil.

Su Cheng's sleeves gradually ripped apart, and his knuckles gradually exerted strength, slowly raising the sword energy above his head a few inches, his pair of silver eyes flashing brightly in the blood light.

"You seem to be even worse than Elder Liu."

(End of this chapter)