The Eight Elites of Qingcheng had long since lost patience with him. They had never met anyone so arrogant. The moment his words fell, they unleashed their killing moves.
The Qingcheng Sect's sword technique, Wind and Cloud Nine Forms!
The Qingcheng Sect's formation, Shangqing Eight Formation!
The eight formed two rings, with four in the inner ring and four in the outer. They formed triangles in every direction, each corner linked to another, allowing countless variations.
All eight unleashed Wind and Cloud Nine Forms together. In an instant, sword light flashed, and chilling sword qi pressed toward Cao Jinxing on horseback.
Every strike concentrated the strength of several people into a single point. Their swords covered every direction, swift as a gale and dense as rain clouds.
"Kill!"
Worthy of his reputation as an outstanding Qingcheng disciple, Zhu Qidan used his sword to draw on the formation's power and gather everyone's sword qi, vastly increasing the power of his attacks!
His sword was meant to kill!
Since this "Xia Yiming" refused to appreciate their kindness and insisted on seeking death, the Qingcheng disciples would grant his wish!
Serves you right!
Watching from the tree, Zhuo Yue felt thoroughly vindicated. You stole my treasure map, then captured me and handed me to these people. This is exactly what you deserve!
If I can't escape, don't think you'll get off easy either!
In his eyes, Cao Jinxing was already dead. He turned his attention to studying the Qingcheng Sect's swordsmanship.
What exquisite sword moves!
Zhuo Yue marveled inwardly. No wonder his master was always clamoring for high-grade martial arts, yet never dared steal manuals from the major sects, and had warned him not to provoke disciples of renowned schools either...
Spiritual martial arts really were different from mundane martial arts, and those