CHAPTER 663: CHAPTER 531: SWORD CULTIVATOR SWORD ARRAY

Long Baobao was still afraid and somewhat uneasy about fighting on such a large scale for the first time.

"Sister Hei, which side is more formidable?"

"Bo Qing, what do you think?" instead of answering immediately, Ye Lingyue turned to ask Bo Qing.

"A bunch of Righteous Path disciples who don’t know whether they’re dead or alive, looking at their strength, they don’t seem to be the elite of the Hunyuan Sect. It’s very likely just a small patrolling team. Although the Green Thunder Dao Sect isn’t any grand sect, it has a solid foundation. Especially Huang Daxian, he himself is a Martial Artist of the Reincarnation Fourth Path. The followers of the Evil Method under him also mostly surpass the Fifth Rank, not easy to deal with." Bo Qing, a member of the Demon Sect, although he didn’t care much for Huang Daxian, he cared even less for the people of the Three Sects and Nine Schools.

Naturally, he believed that Huang Daxian would win.

Ye Lingyue was somewhat surprised, Bo Qing had seen the same thing as her, that these twenty-some disciples of the Hunyuan Sect were not the elite.

"Even though they’re not the elite, they might not necessarily lose, especially since Huang Daxian’s most powerful Spiritual Artifact has fallen into our hands," Ye Lingyue said, shaking her head.

"Oh, Thirteen, you’re so confident, care to make a bet with me?" Bo Qing raised an eyebrow, his interest piqued upon hearing her.

"Bet on what?" Ye Lingyue curled her lips.

"If I win, you give me a kiss. If you win, you can set any condition." Bo Qing stared unblinkingly at Ye Lingyue’s exquisite profile.

Heaven knows, these past days, cohabiting a tent with Ye Lingyue, falling asleep to the sound of her gentle breath every night, made his body extremely restless.

Just a moment ago when they were close, he could even smell the faint young girl’s fragrance from Ye Lingyue.

"You’re being a hooligan!" Upon hearing this, Long Baobao’s face turned red with protest, waving his little fists.

"Fine, I’ll take you up on that, but if I win, later on, you’ll be responsible for luring away those Hunyuan Sect people," Ye Lingyue replied with a smirk, her heart already certain that Bo Qing stood no chance of winning.

Upon hearing this, Bo Qing immediately perked up, staring eagerly at Huang Daxian, muttering under his breath that this old lecher better be impressive, for his future happiness depended on this battle.

Huang Daxian, also a Sect Leader, was infuriated when scolded by someone young enough to be his son, and he bellowed angrily, his voice like thunder.

He swiftly commanded his disciples, who quickly split into two groups.

One part guarded the Qiankun Purple Gold Bamboo, while another surged into the sky.

These followers of the Evil Method, who were notorious and tyrannical in the Central Plains, were also fierce and terrifying when attacking.

Huang Daxian’s robe was fluttering as his arms hung low, resembling a large-winged strange bird.

"Disciples, heed my command, kill all the men, and bring the women back to the Daoist sect for Dual Cultivation," he ordered.

As he spoke, he himself ascended high into the air, his body emanating a powerful surge of Primordial Power, like towering waves, fiercely charging towards the Hunyuan Sect disciple who had spoken earlier, an imposing sight.

The disciples below cheered secretly, thinking to themselves that the Hunyuan Sect disciples were doomed, as their Sect Leader was truly enraged this time.

The Hunyuan Sect disciples, hearing the order, also flared up with anger, especially the beautiful female disciples who blushed with indignation at the sight of such a despicable man.

The leading male disciple shouted imposingly.

"Shameless vermin, today you’ve walked right into the trap. Let me show you the power of our Hunyuan Sect’s Mixed Element Sword Formation."

At his word, the twenty-some disciples moved into action.

Men and women, ten per group, flying in the air, formed two circular Sword Arrays.

As the male and female disciples within the Sword Array activated the Primordial Power within their bodies, their figures condensed in the sky into two giant Sword Ques: one Chong Que, stable as Tai Mountain, roaring as it arrived.

Another was the Willow Leaf Sword, ethereal in its stance, striking from unexpected angles.

Both swords carried a formidable aura, slashing towards Huang Daxian and his disciples beneath.

Among them, the Willow Leaf Sword, cold and venomous, transformed into countless sword shadows, sweeping past and leaving numerous disciples from the Green Thunder Dao Sect screaming in agony, falling from the sky like moths with severed wings, either dead or injured.

The Chong Que, carrying a terrifying force of Primordial Power, forced Huang Daxian into a hasty retreat, his own black Primordial Power was shredded into pieces before it could even harm anyone, let alone get close to the two swords.

"This is bad, it’s the Mixed Element Sword Formation."

At this moment, Huang Daxian regretted too late; he never expected these young male and female disciples, who seemed to have the cultivation of merely the First and Second Reincarnation, to be Sword Cultivators.

In the Hunyuan Sect, some disciples forsake all other Martial Arts, dedicating themselves to swordsmanship from the moment they enter the sect.

After more than a decade of Cultivation, they could produce terrifying Sword Qi, forming the Yin Yang Dual Swords, fearsome in power.

Huang Daxian watched as his disciples fell in droves under the Mixed Element Sword Formation, his heart bleeding incessantly.

He quickly took out the life-saving Thunder Bell from his sleeve, hurling it into the sky, attempting to release purple lightning to repel the Yin Yang Dual Swords.

The golden bell rang crisply and melodiously in mid-air.

The Willow Leaf Sword zipped through with a hiss, and the bell was sliced into two in an instant.

Huang Daxian was shocked, but in his distraction, he exposed a flaw; a violent burst of Sword Qi struck from behind, and he was brutally pierced through by the Chong Que.

In Huang Daxian’s eyes, disbelief filled his gaze.

He couldn’t understand why his Thunder Bell was ineffective.

The scene watched covertly by Ye Lingyue and Bo Qing was shocking, especially for Bo Qing who had not expected Huang Daxian, the one he had bet on, to fall within half an hour, easily slaughtered by this group of junior disciples from the Hunyuan Sect.

Of course, a major reason was that Huang Daxian was overly reliant on the Thunder Bell.

If only he had fled earlier, with his Cultivation level, he might not have died right there and then.

"I’ve lost. Thirteen, did you guess in advance that these people were Sword Cultivators?" Bo Qing felt helpless and realized he had underestimated his opponents.

He had heard of the Sword Cultivators from the Hunyuan Sect, but he did not expect to encounter them personally today.

"It was just a speculation." Ye Lingyue had earlier noticed that the swords used by the disciples of Hunyuan Sect all had unique runes inscribed on them.

From her past experience in the Daxia Alchemist Tower, she had heard Master Long Yu mention that some major sects would have dedicated personnel train in Sword Arrays, and the swords used in these formations were all engraved with runes.

Once the Sword Array was mastered, their strength would greatly increase, even capable of defeating enemies with higher ranks.

These Hunyuan Sect disciples, although individually weaker than Huang Daxian, their combined strength in the Sword Array even surpassed that of Huang Daxian himself.

"A bet’s a bet, I’ll take responsibility to divert them. However, it would be best if your stupid dog... I mean, Spiritual Beast takes care of Long Baobao," Bo Qing, after witnessing the prowess of Little Zhiyo, showed a lot more respect.

"One more thing, the Sword Array is powerful, but if even one person is missing, its power will be greatly reduced," Ye Lingyue reminded.

Bo Qing nodded and glanced back at the sky, where the disciples of the Hunyuan Sect were already controlling their Flying Swords, swooping down towards the ground.