"Master!" Seeing that the master was seriously injured, the few disciples who had not yet taken action cried out sadly.
At the same time, he raised his long sword and rushed towards Gu Qingxi.
Xiao Fangqing, Lu Anjun, Su Lingshuang and others did not dare to be careless and quickly stood in front of Gu Qingxi. Sun Huaizong and Han Xiaofan also drew out their long swords with a "swipe" sound.
They could see that it was not easy for Gu Qingxi to defeat Tu Manshan with one sword. His face turned pale and the fingers holding the sword were trembling slightly.
"Stop, come back here." At this moment, Tu Manshan shouted and spat out another mouthful of blood.
Although Gu Qingxi's sword obviously lost a lot of spiritual power, Xiao Fangqing and Lu Anjun did not lose much.
These disciples are far inferior to He Nanting and Luo Zhanpeng in swordsmanship regardless of their cultivation. If they rush forward like this, they are courting death.
The young disciples were all shocked. Looking at Xiao Fangqing and Lu Anjun with cold expressions in front of them, they woke up and realized how big the gap between them was. ??
Although they were filled with grief and anger, they still stopped and returned to Tu Manshan, taking out the elixir for him to take.
"How did you do it?" Tu Manshan asked Gu Qingxi after the pill power was released and Tu Manshan's injury was slightly better.
"Do you really think that your sword formation can be hidden from everyone?" Gu Qingxi said.
Tu Manshan looked at Gu Qingxi deeply, and finally determined that it was no coincidence that she was able to attack in her own sword formation "field" and break through the sword formation with one sword.
"I didn't expect that the Pianyun Sect would invite such a talented person like you.
Wrong, wrong, I really shouldn't have thought about being a guest." After a long time, Tu Manshan let out a long sigh.
He became famous at a young age and still has thousands of years of longevity. If he practices hard, he may not have the chance to be promoted to Mahayana.
But now, with the rupture of his Dantian and the withering of his spiritual roots, everything is over. Even if he is given tens of thousands of years of life, let alone thousands of years, he will never be able to advance to Mahayana, or even return to the perfection of transcending tribulations.
Thinking of how high-spirited he was when he remembered it, Tu Manshan's heart was filled with regret.
"Elder Gu, what happened today is all my fault and has nothing to do with my disciples.
My skills are not as good as others, and I am to blame for my death in your hands. I just ask you to let them live." But it was too late to say anything now, Tu Manshan took a deep breath and said to Gu Qingxi again.
"Master..." Upon hearing his words, the disciples burst into tears and were so choked that they could not speak.
"Forget it, let's go." Gu Qingxi glanced at Lu Anjun and Xiao Fangqing, waved her hands and said.
Although Tu Manshan had bad intentions, he was from the Pianyun Sect after all. Looking at the hesitant expressions on Lu Xiao's and Lu Xiao's faces, it was clear that they had no intention of killing this uncle, so she was too lazy to argue with him anymore.
"You're going to let us go like this?" Tu Manshan looked at Gu Qingxi in surprise.
With such a deep hatred, other monks would definitely eradicate it. Even if they did not harm the lives of several of their masters and disciples, they would definitely destroy them all.
He couldn't believe that Gu Qingxi let them go so easily.
"Am I still afraid that you won't be able to get revenge in the future?" Gu Qingxi said disapprovingly.
That young and beautiful face showed strong confidence.
When Tu Manshan heard this, he became even more confused because most of his cultivation had been ruined, and most likely he would never be able to recover in his lifetime.
The foundations of the two proud disciples were completely destroyed and they did not even have the chance to embark on the path of cultivation again. The remaining disciples had mediocre qualifications.
Even if Gu Qingxi gives them a chance to take revenge, they will never have the strength.
But what about their disciples and future generations?
Is Gu Qingxi so sure that it is impossible for them to produce a disciple with amazing talents?
But seeing the confidence on Gu Qingxi's face, he gradually understood.
That is clearly a kind of innate self-confidence that regards the world as nothing.
He has never seen such confidence even among those strong men in the Mahayana realm.
Tu Manshan gave a wry smile. This Gu Qingxi had already achieved the Dzogchen Perfection at a young age, and the power of the sword just now was comparable to the peak of transcending tribulation.
What kind of talent is this?
What's even more frightening is that she was clearly in a hurry, but she could see the weaknesses and flaws in her sword formation at a glance.
What kind of understanding should this be?
Not to mention ordinary monks, even the powerful ones in the Mahayana realm are absolutely incomparable to her.
Tu Manshan couldn't even imagine how high Gu Qingxi's achievements would be in the future.
Even if a brilliant genius appears among their future disciples, there will never be a chance for revenge, but there will be plenty of opportunities to seek death.
What's more... looking at the few disciples standing beside him, it was really hard for him to believe that these crooked melons and bad dates could have any decent disciples and descendants.
"Thank you." If Tu Manshan still had any desire for revenge before, now, this desire for revenge has completely disappeared.
After bowing deeply to Gu Qingxi, he led several disciples down the mountain.
"Wait, where did you get this sword?" Gu Qingxi suddenly asked.
While talking, Gu Qingxi looked towards Tu Manshan's long sword.
The power of Yafeng's immortal sword body combined with the Seven Meteor Sky Swords is so tyrannical. This long sword has been split into pieces by her sword, and even the hilt has been torn apart.
But if you gather your consciousness and "look" carefully, you will find that among the pile of fragments, there is a section of the sword tip that is completely preserved, with only a few small gaps on the blade.
And this gap obviously has nothing to do with the sword she just struck.
"This sword is called the Fairy Dust Sword, and it was left by a senior of the Pianyun Sect.
That senior was proficient in the art of weapon refining and was known as the first-generation weapon master of Tianyuan Continent. His greatest wish in life was to refine an immortal sword.
But with half of his strength, the Fairy Dust Sword he finally made was not even of the highest grade, and the senior died in depression because of this.
This fairy dust sword was hidden in the sect's treasure house, and no one cared about it for thousands of years.
When I was promoted to God Transformation, I received a gift from the sect master. I went to the treasure house to select the reward. I accidentally discovered that although this sword was not of high grade, it coincided with the laws of heaven and earth.
So I chose this sword and spent hundreds of years understanding a sword formation, which is the realm you just saw." Tu Manshan didn't notice the strangeness of the pile of fragments at all, and stopped and replied.
Anyway, the Fairy Dust Sword has been destroyed, and he can no longer establish a "domain". This secret will soon be revealed, and he has nothing to hide.
"So that's it, let's go." Gu Qingxi said.
Tu Manshan bowed slightly again, and then left with his disciples.
Gu Qingxi stepped forward, picked up the fragment of the sword tip, which was only about an inch long, and gathered her consciousness to explore it.
"Huh."
Soon, she was surprised to find that there was a barrier hidden on the tip of the sword.
Even with his powerful spiritual consciousness, which is comparable to the Tribulation Tribulation and even comparable to the early stage of Mahayana, he is unable to pass through this barrier.
How is this going?
No matter how powerful the magic weapon is, if it is broken like this, it should be turned into scrap metal, right? How can such a barrier exist?
This incomplete sword tip is obviously not that simple.