C3 Earthen Taboo Sword Mound

At the entrance of the forbidden area, five figures walked over at the same time. The person at the front was Lin Zhong, who had occupied Ning Yue's seat earlier.

"I want to leave. That was agreed by my master. You have no right to stop me."

Ning Yue shouted in a deep voice. The last trace of gentleness in his eyes instantly turned cold and stern. He subconsciously clenched his hands in his sleeves. He knew very well that the person who framed him naturally wanted to cut the grass and remove the roots, but he never thought that it would come so quickly.

"That's right, you stray dog, get out of the Cloud Void Sword Pavilion. We can't care about that. However, this is our sect's forbidden area. You, an outsider, trespassed on your own accord. You are delusional. " We have no choice but to do something about it! " Lin Zhong snorted. He raised his hand and pulled out the long sword on his back. At the same time, he shot a glance into the distance.

"Junior Sister Weier, there is nothing for you to do here. Leave quickly and inform the elders and other senior brothers. Tell them that Ning Yue is still up to no good. We are here to capture him!"

Instantly, Weier hurriedly turned her head and shouted. "Senior Brother Ning, it's not me..."

Lifting his hand and waving it, Ning Yue nodded and said, "I know. This has nothing to do with you, Weier. However, Lin Zhong was right. This is not a place you should stay. Let's go. "I didn't expect that you would be able to settle the score so quickly."

Senior Apprentice Brother Ning, I... "

Weier's cherry lips trembled slightly. She leaped forward and agilely dashed into the distance.

"Senior Brother Ning, wait. I'll go and call Master over right now."

Looking at the beautiful figure who had successfully left, Ning Yue smiled inexplicably. "There is no need. "I'll settle my own matters. Hopefully, I can make it in time."

His gaze instantly turned cold once again. He sized up the five figures in front of him. Finally, he looked at Lin Zhong, who was in the lead, and snorted, "Why are there only a few of you? Where's Shi Guangqi? Why isn't he here? I think he's the mastermind behind this plot. However, he didn't expect that... Even YuHao was instigated by you."

"Do you still want to continue making up lies when your death is near? To deal with the current you, There is no need for Senior Brother Shi to do it himself. That's right. You were already at the ninth level of the Origin realm. Unfortunately, with that finger of the Sword Elder, you are only at the seventh level of the Origin realm. Haven't you always been arrogant? Do you feel that you are very strong? But in my eyes now, you, Ning Yue, are just a piece of trash! Dealing with you? We are enough to deal with you. "

Lin Zhong smiled coldly. Then, he raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

In the next moment, the four disciples drew their swords at the same time. They quickly stepped out in a semicircle and crossed their swords. They seemed to have formed a formation. The disciples of the sect had always trained in the same field. They were familiar with the world and had a tacit understanding with each other. Moreover, many of the martial arts in the Cloud Void Sword Pavilion were combined by a few people.

"You think you can take me down with just the few of you?"

Ning Yue sneered. At the same time, he subconsciously took a step back. Instinctively, he raised his hand and grabbed behind him.

However, in the next moment, he was slightly shocked. The familiar cold feeling did not fall into his palm. His five fingers were closed and there was nothing. He grabbed empty air and suddenly remembered that in order to completely cut off ties with the Cloud Void Sword Pavilion, not only did he take off his disciple robe, but he also left his sword in the small house.

Naturally, he saw the change in Ning Yue's expression. Lin Zhong looked up and laughed, "What an out-and-out stray dog. He even forgot to bring his sword. Take him down!"

Clang! Clang! Clang ~

The sound of the sword rang out in an instant. The four disciples launched their swords at the same time. Under the flickering cold light, a whistling wind swept out. In the blink of an eye, they had already surrounded Ning Yue, and four bright lights slashed towards his four limbs.

"Without the sword, you are still no match for me!"

The Cloud Void Sword Pavilion mainly focused on sword cultivation, but they also had a lot of martial arts in their fists and feet.

At least, Ning Yue knew a lot.

In a split second, his body, which was rising up from the ground, moved sideways and barely dodged the joint attack of the two swords on the left side. With a swing of his fist and palm, he launched a backhand attack. Their figures interweaved and hit the back of the two men.

Bang! Bang!

The two disciples who had attacked with their swords trembled and staggered a few steps forward. They exchanged glances with each other and were slightly surprised.

However, Ning Yue was unable to completely avoid the attacks of the other two people on the right. The criss-crossing cold sword Qi sliced across his body. The cold pain instantly penetrated his clothes and kissed his warm skin.

Chi Chi! Chi!

Two pieces of the sword light fell. The gray surface was already stained by the blood that splashed everywhere. The spots of scarlet were like blooming peach blossoms.

In the blink of an eye, Lin Zhong leaped through the middle of the two disciples who had planned to succeed. He flipped over and kicked out fiercely.

Frowning, Ning Yue took a few more steps back. Just as he was about to adjust his posture to fight again, a tearing pain suddenly came from under his ribs. More scarlet rushed out and stained his robe. When he exerted his strength just now, the wound from before had already been torn open.

Bang!

The opportunity was fleeting. He could only watch helplessly as the other party's kick ruthlessly landed on his chest, forcefully pushing his body back. It was not until he felt a sharp pain on his back that he heavily collided with a cluster of rusted and colorful fences behind him. Only then did he stop.

"Wa!"

Ning Yue lowered his head and spat out a large mouthful of dirty blood. At the same time, a touch of coldness rested on the side of his neck.

With a snort of disdain, Lin Zhong said with a cold smile, "Weren't you quite arrogant just now? How could you be so weak that you couldn't even withstand a single blow? Ning Yue, you are a piece of trash! Don't worry. Today, I will not kill you. I will only bring you back to senior disciple Shi. No, I will let the elder handle you. "

Blood was still dripping from the corner of his mouth. Ning Yue took a few deep breaths and looked around. There were iron pillars everywhere. The crisscrossing chains in the air were like a spider web that blotted out the sky. He was trapped in it, but he couldn't get out.

This forbidden land was the Sword Tomb. Could it be that it would be his end?

He struggled to get up, but the pain from all over his body gathered together. He grimaced in pain and continued to groan. His legs were weak and he subconsciously grabbed something. The pain of the cut penetrated into his fingers.

It wasn't a fence. But... the sword?

There seemed to be something else amidst the piercing pain. An inexplicable warmth penetrated deep into the flesh...

Ning Yue did not care about the tiny clue. He merely lifted his unwilling head. His eyes were filled with anger.

"Very good. I like that look. It's burning with anger, but there's nothing I can do. How about this, I'll cripple you before I bring you back?"

Lin Zhong gave a teasing smile and retreated. He then took a step forward and slashed his sword towards Ning Yue's right shoulder.

"Are you the one calling for me?"

In the dark, Ning Yue vaguely heard a cold voice whispering in his ear. However, he had no time to pay attention to it. He did not care about the pain that came from his right hand's fingers. With a pull of his strength, he actually pulled out the rusted and colorful sword that was nailed to the stone platform. He directly grabbed the blade of the sword and slashed it.

Ding!

A clear sound reverberated in the Forbidden Ground of Cloud Void Sword Pavilion. Half of the bright silver blade flew into the air. After which, it landed on the ground and stabbed into the ground diagonally.

Drip, drip, drip.

Blood dripped down. Ning Yue's fingers, which were holding the rusty blade, turned scarlet. On the side of the similarly brownish-red rusty blade tip, there was also a touch of fresh blood, the other party's blood.

Lin Zhong involuntarily took a step back. He looked at the medicinal Broken Sword in his hand in disbelief. At the same time, the tearing pain that came from his shoulder told him that he was injured.

"There really is yours, Ning Yue. "You asked for it. You only wanted to cripple one of your arms. " It seems like it's better to cut off both of them at the same time. "

Lin Zhong shouted fiercely. He took the other long sword from the disciple behind him and jumped towards Ning Yue, who was sitting in the same spot.

"Do you want power?"

The cold voice sounded in his ears again. Ning Yue was shocked and answered subconsciously.

"Yes, I want strength."

He didn't know why he would answer that voice. However, there was one thing he was very determined about. He couldn't die here. The crime of being slandered hadn't been cleared yet, and the pain of betrayal was still lingering in his heart. How could the glory that originally belonged to him allow others to seize it by force?

He wouldn't let go of any possibility at this moment.

At this moment, Ning Yue suddenly felt that the sharp pain of the sword between his fingers had become a little more intense. The pain was also quickly reduced. In a daze, his vision became blurry and his mind was in chaos.

His blood seemed to be burning. His heart was filled with violence. His limbs had regained the strength that he had not felt for a long time.

Why was this feeling similar to when he killed the ferocious beasts in the end that night?

Unknowingly, the voice from earlier sounded once again.

"The contract has been signed... Those who hurt my master will be killed!"

A sudden cold wind blew towards him. Lin Zhong, who had drawn his sword, could not help but shiver. His actions became serious. A faint coldness was born in the void. However, it touched his hand that held the sword. It gradually spread throughout his entire body and pierced straight into his soul.

What was going on?

He was inexplicably shocked. He was shocked to see Ning Yue standing up again in front of him. The surface of an ancient sword that was stained with rust was in his hand. All the brown and red spots faded away inch by inch. The broken pieces danced in the wind like countless blooming flowers. On the surface of the sword, a scarlet red light was circulating. It was strange and soul-stirring.

"Senior Brother Lin, what's wrong with him?"

Behind him, a disciple had a face full of fear. At the same time, an inexplicable chill lingered around his body. It was the same feeling as when he had arrived at the same time.

Fear.

Ning Yue's long hair was dancing in a mess. His eyes were dyed with a layer of scarlet that looked like sword light. He gave a strange smile. "Did you just say you wanted to break my arm?"

Clang!

As the sword was swung out, under the scarlet arc of cold light, Lin Zhong had no time to react at all. He could only instinctively raise his sword and block in front of him.

Chi!

The blood that splashed across the sky was as bright as the dancing sword light. The sound of the sword breaking was incomparably clear. The Broken Sword and the arm fell together, causing dust to fly up. The shock was instantly reflected in everyone's eyes.

The coldness became even stronger. Lin Zhong couldn't even feel the pain coming from his broken arm. The sword tip that was pressed against his throat was so cold that it almost froze all his blood vessels in an instant. He was unable to move at all.

"Junior brother Ning Yue, we can discuss something. Put down your sword..."

Chi!

The only response he received was a flash of sword light. Amidst the sharp coldness, the broken body on the other side of his body suddenly cracked and turned into a bloody mist that filled the sky.

He raised his hand, and his fingertip was stained with a bit of scarlet. He pressed it to his lips, and Ning Yue laughed ferociously. His voice was like that of a woman, and there was also an inexplicable coldness in it.

"It has been a long time. Humph, who is next?"

He turned his head and glanced at the remaining four disciples with a cold gaze.

The shock in his heart intensified, and the four disciples retreated repeatedly. At the same time, they could not believe their eyes.

A blurry female figure quietly stood beside Ning Yue. Her blue dress and white dress were spotless. Her snow white illusory little hand was holding the strange longsword that was glowing with a bright red light at the same time.