Legend of Sword King

At the gate of the stronghold, Warranty looked at the stronghold with his hands behind his back and let out a long sigh. He shook his head and looked at Yale who was standing beside him with a weird look in his eyes, "Brother Yelu, I didn't expect that you, a warrior of the Great Wolf God, would be bullied by this group of people … After being chased out of the Black Winds Ridge, they still ended up with a complete wipeout? "    

    

Yale's face became as gloomy as water: "I've already said it, the people I'm facing are not these Western Cool cultivators!"    

    

It was obvious that Warrick didn't believe him. She said, "Brother Yelu, I really didn't say anything. If you had been careless and underestimated your opponent, it would have led to this situation. I wouldn't have laughed at you if I had said it."    

    

"Warrick beg for money, shut up!" Yeruming was furious.    

    

Zhang Songxing led dozens of Zhang Clan cultivators to finally break through the heavy encirclement and arrived at the foot of Black Winds Ridge. He turned around and saw that the number of people in the Zhang Clan was already less than 50. Most of them were battered and exhausted, and his heart felt like it was bleeding.    

    

"Qin Wuya!" Your Qin family has harmed my Zhang family. The Zhang family will definitely not forget this debt! " Zhang Songxing didn't care if Qin Wuya could hear him or not. He turned around and left after saying those harsh words, because there were already wolves chasing after him.    

    

However, before he could even reach the foot of the mountain, he suddenly saw a black mass of cultivators before him. They were all rubbing their fists and rubbing their palms together with unfriendly expressions.    

    

Seeing the azure-robed swordsman at the front, surrounded by a crowd, Zhang Songxing looked surprised. "An Tian Sect?" "Cheng Qing?"    

    

Immediately, the shock on his face disappeared and was replaced with the joy of having survived a disaster. "You guys came at the right time. Hurry and support the stronghold's gate. Attack the wolf-men and reverse the situation!"    

    

Zhang Songxing did not care whether Chen Qing could reverse the situation or not. However, as long as the An Tian Sect was in action, they could at least hold off the wolfwalker for a moment. They would be able to escape the pursuit.    

    

However, after Zhang Songxing finished speaking, he realized that Chen Qingan from the Sky Sect had no intention of moving. Cheng Qing was looking at him with an amused expression.    

    

Zhang Song Xing was startled, then his face darkened: "Why aren't you guys moving? Cheng Qing, didn't you hear what I said? Do you still want to establish a foothold in Spirit Martial County? "    

    

The smile on Cheng Qing's face became even more pronounced. "Elder Zhang, I advise you to turn around and fight against the wolfwalker. If Black Wind Ridge is lost to you, I'm afraid you won't be able to shoulder the responsibility."    

    

Zhang Songxing's face was as black as ink, and he berated: "Cheng Qing! Do you know what you're talking about? "    

    

"It looks like my words weren't clear enough. I can't let Elder Zhang understand my intentions. Alright, I'll say it again." The smile on Cheng Qing's face vanished as he suddenly unsheathed his Tian Chi Sword. With a flash of cold light, a stream of sword Qi slammed into the ground, creating a ravine in front of Zhang Song Xing.    

    

Cheng Qing coldly replied, "A Zhang Clan cultivator. If anyone dares to cross this line, behead them!"    

    

Zhang Songxing instantly realized that Cheng Qing was forcing them to go back and fight with the wolfwalker!    

    

"How dare you!" It's simply lawless! " Zhang Songxing's anger could not be quelled. Without another word, he chopped at Cheng Qing.    

    

His movements were fast enough. Those below the ninth level of the Xumi Stage would find it difficult to even capture him. He did not hold back at all, because he could not afford to delay any longer. The saber Qi transformed into a domineering white waterfall, shooting towards Chen Qing's head like a crescent moon.    

    

Cheng Qing only sneered.    

    

In the next moment, Zhang Songxing vomited a mouthful of blood. His body was sent flying through the air, crashing into the group of Zhang Clan cultivators.    

    

Li Muhao had already made his move.    

    

A single move had severely injured Zhang Songxing, who was also at the ninth level of the Xumi Stage.    

    

Cheng Qing's cold eyes swept across the Zhang cultivators. "I won't say it twice. Right now, you only have one way left to live, and that is to turn around and fight the wolfman."    

    

The cultivators of the Zhang Clan stared at Cheng Qing in horror, and all of them retreated in shock.    

    

They had no choice but to turn back.    

    

This was because the wolfman had already caught up.