Five Poisons Master

Fang Qing knew that both Shen Yanqiu and Su Qinghui now intended to kill.

They were righteous swordsmen to begin with, taking it upon themselves to slay fiends and defend the Dao.

What was more, the shadowy movements of these devil spawn seemed to be directed at Tu Yushu.

This might well be a devilish scheme against the Seven Swords of Shu Mountain!

After all, the name of the Seven Swords of Shu Mountain had been proclaimed for so many years that the devil cultivators naturally knew of it. Nor did they lack experts skilled in Primordial Divine Calculation!

Well—most devils were poor at divination, which was why they often met miserable ends, however powerful they became.

But in a forest that vast, there were bound to be a few strange birds.

Those cunning old devils who had inherited orthodox devil teachings, and could even bind heaven and earth or destroy themselves along with the world, were all adept at calculation and divination. Otherwise, the righteous sects would long since have schemed them to death, or the Brahma Sect would have converted them...

"Junior Sister... look after Brother Fang and the man below. I'll be right back."

Shen Yanqiu let out a long, ringing cry. A snow-white flying sword appeared in his hand, and he merged with it, vanishing in an instant like a white rainbow...

The Sword-Escape Art? It looks decent... the Mount Shu Sword Sect is renowned for its swords, after all. It ought to have a trick or two with flying swords.

Fang Qing's eyes brightened slightly as he watched.

"If you join the Mount Shu Sword Sect, the elders will teach you sword arts too... though flying swords are hard to come by."

Beside him, Su Qinghui smiled. "Our sword techniques come from Patriarch Yuan Mu.