Weng Xianggui Master

  The young Taoist was actually Feng Wu. Although he looked good, his heart was evil and violent. Today was the first day of the lunar month, which was exactly when he urgently needed to replenish his energy after transforming from a woman to a man. According to his temperament, if the Taoist below didn't know what was good for him, he would be killed by Feng Wu's flying sword. However, since You Huo looked handsome and robust, and two of the nine forbidden cauldrons had been emptied last night with their occupants dying and turning into skulls, there were vacancies available. If they could capture this young Taoist to fill the quota, it would be an excellent opportunity!

  He smiled slyly and suddenly flew down from the air, his cloak fluttering, as if a celestial being had descended to earth, and pounced on You Hu.

  You Hu was slightly panicked and hastily added two more talismans, transforming them into a fiery glow that shot towards Feng Wu.

  Feng Wu swung his palm and struck out, "Boom boom" two sounds, the symbol fire exploded into two clusters of smoke flowers again. Feng Wu took advantage of the momentum to fly forward, slapped out a thick fog, and giggled: "Don't you lie down for me yet?"

  You Hu only inhaled a belly full of sweet and fragrant air, but felt his throat itching. He had taken Yue Qing's magic pill beforehand, but now he didn't soften at all. He hastily threw the peach wood sword at Feng Wu, then rolled into the cool pavilion, quickly opened Yue Qing's sandalwood sword box, took out a Tian Geng sword from inside, flipped over and made a "split mountain and cut water" move. The treasure sword drew out a clear and cold light screen, fiercely slashing towards Feng Wu's slanting shoulder.

  Feng Wu rushed into the cool pavilion and saw You Huan holding a precious sword, but he didn't think much of it. When the sword light enveloped his body, he suddenly felt something was off. The sword turned out to be a flying sword used by immortals! With just a gentle swing, it shot out a cold glow, making Feng Wu's hair stand on end and causing him to break out in a cold sweat. He let out a startled cry as his body seemed to be pulled back by an invisible rope, flying backward with his body arched. Despite his quick reaction, the sword tip still grazed his chest, leaving a half-foot long wound that nearly severed his breastbone!

  You Huo didn't expect that the sword sheath would hide such a powerful treasure sword, and immediately stepped forward with one move "Star Moon Together" to slash towards Feng Wu's two shoulders. Still, the sword energy burst out, the cold light was like water, Feng Wu's double arms fell in response, but those two arms did not fall down, instead they flew out on their own, grabbing towards You Huo's face like lightning. You Huo hastily swung his sword wildly, one arm was cut into two segments, and the other arm passed through the sword circle to tightly pinch his neck. You Huo struggled with all his might, but the strength contained in that hand was incredibly great, almost crushing his throat, pinching his neck and lifting him high, holding him in front of Feng Wu.

  You Hu's feet left the ground, and he was about to cut off that arm with his sword when suddenly a severe pain shot through his wrist, causing him to drop his treasured sword.

  Feng Wu held the Tian Ge sword in his hand, weighing it a few times, and then reached out to touch it. Using the Yin Yang seal, he suppressed the original owner's spiritual energy and praised: "Indeed, this is a fine sword! Where did you get this sword from?"

  You Hu looked at Feng Wu's arms and found that they were perfectly fine, not even a scratch. Even the wound on his chest was healing at a visible rate. He was shocked and his neck was tightly pinched, his face turned bright red, unable to speak.

  Feng Wu looked at him with a smile and said, "I forgot." He stretched out his hand and pointed, and the arm that Yu Huan was holding turned into a pink mist. Yu Huan inhaled another bellyful of fragrant mist, fell to the ground, and didn't know if he had been overcome by the fragrance. He instinctively felt a foul odor between his mouth and nose, and he couldn't help but vomit violently.

  Feng Wu asked again: "Say, where did this sword of yours come from?"

  You Huo suddenly dropped to the ground, then suddenly pushed off with both hands, his body spinning like a windmill as he flew up, his feet connecting in a series of kicks that struck Feng Wu's face.

  "Scoundrel!" Feng Wu raised his hand and swung his sword, about to cut You Huan into two segments.

  He swung his sword to behead Yu Huo, intending to cut him in two with one swing. But unexpectedly, the sword suddenly burst forth with a piercing blue light, and a faint aura shot out in all directions, as if it had been grasped by an invisible giant hand. The sharp blade of the sword swept across Feng Wu's neck.

  "Pffft!" Feng Wú's entire body exploded into a ball of blood and energy, landing as two severed tail fingers.

  You Hu's kick missed, and he fell back to the ground, only to see Feng Wu turn into a bloody light that shot up into the air. The treasure sword had transformed into a cyan glow several feet long, and another one flew out from the pavilion, with two cyan glows closely following behind, leaving him stunned.

  Feng Wu was the most cunning and saw that there were other powerful people hiding in the dark, but he didn't think of revenge and immediately planned to escape.

  A streak of blood light shot straight up into the sky, and when it was over a dozen zhang high, it suddenly stopped, as if it had hit a copper wall or an iron cliff. The blood light quickly changed direction and fell back down, but still couldn't escape, like a fly trapped in a glass window. After several frantic collisions, the Tian Gang twin swords arrived, crossed to form scissors, and with a "ka-cha" sound, Feng Wu was shattered into strands of pink mist, wrapped around the two precious swords as they flew back down to the ground together.

  Feng Wu reappeared, and was forced by the double swords to become vicious. His feet stumbled forward, and he fell to the ground, using the momentum to stick close to the ground and fly forward quickly. The double swords closely followed his heels, deeply stabbing into the fake mountain.

  Feng Wu's face turned deathly pale, and he leaned against the fake mountain and pavilion to catch his breath. He drew out his pair of swords, one black and one red, which shone with a faint light as they blocked the Tian Gang sword. In a state of extreme panic, he exclaimed: "Which fellow Taoist from the Wu Tai sect is present here? I, Feng Wu, have never offended you...!" Before he could finish speaking, the shoulder was swept by the blade's edge, and instantly a burst of blood flowers erupted, almost severing half his shoulder. He let out a pained cry as his headgear was sliced off, leaving him with disheveled hair and a shrill cry: "Fellow Taoist, spare my life! I don't know what I did to offend you... Please spare me, I'm willing to be your servant!" His thigh was then pierced by the sword's energy.

  Yue Qing wielded his sword with a wave of his hand, unleashing the might of the Tianxia Sword Dance, surrounding Feng Wu on all sides. The four directions were sealed off, and Feng Wu was forced to desperately spew out his true energy, urging on his dual swords. However, no matter how skilled his swordsmanship was, he was no match for Yue Qing. In just a short span of time, barely enough to finish a cup of tea, his body was riddled with wounds from head to toe, and even the face of this so-called number one handsome man of the demonic sects was slashed with a wound that stretched from his forehead to his cheek.

  Feng Wu really cried out, today the sky and earth were covered with a net, he couldn't escape at all. The opponent was hiding in the dark, and even if he had an attack method, he didn't know where to start. He hoarsely shouted: "Yueqin Bin! You are Yueqing Yueqin Bin! Wuu... Fellow Taoist, I haven't offended you! Fellow Taoist! Why can't we get along? I only said a few unpleasant words about you at Ci Yun Temple a few days ago, Yue fellow, spare me, I'm willing to serve tea and sweep the courtyard for you, let me do whatever you want, just don't kill me, don't kill me...

  His whole body was stained with blood, and he was busily directing the swordsmen there, crying and begging in a state of frenzy.

  You Huang was shocked to see this under the moonlight, it was his first time seeing a real immortal sword fight in his life, all the past were just legends, he couldn't even confirm if immortals existed. What made him even more unbelievable was that the Taoist who seemed like a swindler actually had such high magical powers! In his eyes, Feng Wu was already an existence like a heavenly immortal, able to float in mid-air, ride on clouds and drive away fog, not to mention being beheaded and still being able to resurrect immediately. And yet, such an immortal was almost killed by Yue Qing with just two immortal swords without even showing his face! He was crying bitterly and begging for mercy.

  He looked at the commotion here, but Feng Wu suddenly became fierce: "Yueqin Bin! No wonder Dragon Flying said that your temperament has changed greatly, becoming a pseudo-gentleman like those of Emei School, and it's only a matter of time before you'll turn against us, your former fellow Taoists. We didn't believe it at first, but now it seems to be a famous saying! You want to kill me, but it's not that easy!" He let out a sharp whistle, merged the male and female swords into one, broke through the Tianxia Sword Circle, and desperately slashed towards You Huan.

  You Hu was watching with bated breath, when suddenly he saw Feng Wu merge with his sword and turn into a two-zhang-long red and black rainbow that shot straight at him. He hastily rolled to the ground, and the icy blade edge almost touched his back as it swept past, cutting off a chunk of his hair, sending fragments flying everywhere, and tearing his clothes apart. A half-foot long wound was slashed across his spine, with blood gushing down, quickly soaking through his clothes and pants.

  Feng's intention was to feign an attack on You Huo, making the opponent think that his target was You Huo. With one strike, he failed to kill You Huo and without any hesitation in mid-air, he directly rushed towards the embroidery building where Zhu Xiang was located. His plan was to take advantage of the moment when the opponent was protecting You Huo to capture Zhu Xiang as a hostage, so that he could exchange her for his own life.