Legend of Swordsman

4779 Suppressing the City

All the top cultivators in any of the villages in the entire territory of the Sand Demon Cave had come out.

“What’s going on? Are they going to fight someone?” Chen Qing opened his sleepy eyes and came behind Jian Wushuang.

A thick bloody aura accompanied the raging sand, blocking almost everything.

He nodded and said, “It looks like there will be a big chaotic battle later.”

Cheng Qing immediately perked up. “Then, we can escape in the chaos!”

Jian Wushuang did not say anything else. If it was before, the chaos that was about to happen would be the best time to escape. However, the situation was different now.

They were all affected by the inexplicable cause and effect. If they left now, their future cultivation journey would inevitably be hindered at some key points, and they might even be stopped.

No one wanted to plant such a fatal seed in their future cultivation.

However, Jian Wushuang was at his wit’s end as to how to resolve the Karma and the great killing tribulation.

He did not know how to resolve it. If he left resolutely, he might never find a way to resolve it.

He immediately explained everything to Cheng Qing.

When Cheng Qing heard this, he hurriedly lifted his sleeve. When he saw the faint, fine, net-like blood lines in the meridians of his arm, he could not help but swallow.

“What kind of luck is this? Could it be that I fell into the Blood Sea once and was contaminated by Karma…”

“That’s why we can’t leave now. If we do, it’ll be even more difficult in the future,” Jian Wushuang frowned slightly. “Now, I have to find a solution.”

Cheng Qing’s eyes flashed with ruthlessness. He raised his left hand and made a cutting gesture on his right palm. “Kill the leader of this devil’s den, or kill all of these scumbags. Is that the final solution?”

Jian Wushuang nodded and said, “We can’t rule out that possibility. But what we need to do now is not to act rashly. We need to recover our strength first.”

“Then what’s our next step?”

“Let’s follow them and find out what’s going on,”

Chen Qing nodded, then turned around and picked up the still unconscious Chun Qiu. The three of them then left quietly.

As they left, Di Qing, who had been in a coma, suddenly opened his eyes.

“Contaminated by Karma? This is interesting. I’ve destroyed so many Heavenly Regions and slaughtered countless creatures. What can this Karma do to me?”

Di Qing sneered and got off the bed. After checking that his strength was recovering steadily, he was in a good mood.

He looked at the place where Jian Wushuang and the others had disappeared. After thinking for a while, he also chased after them.

At this moment, the heroic-looking woman sitting at the top of the pavilion watched the few figures leave. She pursed her lips and followed after them a moment later.

Mixed with the Blood Qi of the wild sand, the group of three led by Jian Wushuang and more than a thousand top cultivators of the Sand Demon Cave rushed to the city gate.

“Brother Jian, don’t you feel that these guys look very hungry?” Chun Qiu stood close to Jian Wushuang and said nervously as he looked at the top cultivators of the Sand Demon Cave who were approaching him.

Jian Wushuang did not say anything. He lifted the True Sword from Chen Qing’s waist and released a majestic Sword Intent to force the top cultivators away.

But then, more top cultivators squeezed over, as if they could not control themselves and wanted to swallow the three of them alive.

Cheng Qing’s eyes were cold and he was ready to attack.

These top cultivators, who were not even worthy of carrying his shoes before, were now overbearing to him. How could he not be angry?

However, after the battle that destroyed the celestial continent, the three of them were almost killed, and their strength dropped to the freezing point. They could not recover in a short time.

In the face of these brutal top cultivators, he naturally could not make a move.

Just as the situation was about to go out of control, a deep and ancient cry suddenly rang out.

Then, a black crow celestial image that covered the sky descended and stopped above Jian Wushuang and the others.

The terrifying aura that was beyond imagination spread out. All the top cultivators in the Sand Demon Cave were frightened and retreated, not daring to come forward.

Jian Wushuang looked up and saw Di Qing’s figure.

He glanced down and continued to move forward while hovering above the three of them.

With the presence of such an aura, the thousand or so top cultivators did not dare to stay any longer and quickly left.

Jian Wushuang frowned slightly, not knowing what Di Qing was planning. Would he be so kind as to protect the three of them?

At this moment, Di Qing heaved a sigh of relief. Although he could summon the black crow celestial image, it was only an empty shell of Yan power, and he could not even exert 10 percent of his strength.

However, he had taken advantage of the terrifying realm suppression of the Grand Yan Immortal on these ants, so he dared to release such a powerful force. Fortunately, he had succeeded.

The reason why he did not leave was that he could temporarily rely on Jian Wushuang to avoid being hurt as much as possible.

After all, the Sword Intent that Jian Wushuang had displayed in the ancient hall was enough to deal with most top cultivators.

At this moment, on the city wall of the Sand Demon Cave, where blood was everywhere, Cui Jing was half-naked, and his belt was loose. He had a fearless and rugged look.

He held a dead branch in his mouth and held the eight-foot stick in his right hand. His eyes were full of disdain.

In front of the city wall of the Sand Demon Cave, as the wind and sand receded, rows of soldiers formed by strict troops appeared in front of everyone’s eyes.

At the forefront of the army stood ten monks in ivory robes, each holding a staff.

Their bodies were covered in a thick layer of light, making them look mysterious and divine.

The gloomy atmosphere in the Sand Demon Cave was dispelled inch by inch under the light of the monks.

“With the help of an Immortal master, the evil place like the Sand Demon Cave will definitely be eradicated.”

Similarly, at the forefront of this army, an Ancestor realm top cultivator with a True Sword on his back and a sage-like demeanor saluted with one hand and said respectfully, “Immortal master is kind-hearted.”

“We have a total of 87 sects and a total of 16,000 disciples. Today, we will be at your disposal.”

The ten monks nodded in unison.

The leader of the group was a scrawny monk who was half-naked and had a string of ring beads around his neck. He had a full beard on his face. He turned his shriveled eyes and looked in the direction of the Sand Demon Cave without saying a word.

“Senior Brother Konglun, when can we start exterminating them again?” a monk with a solemn expression and an air of authority stepped forward and asked in a deep voice.

The skinny monk who was addressed as Senior Brother Konglun shook his head slowly. “There’s no rush. The purpose of our trip is not to eliminate them, but to set a rule.”

“For scumbags like them, any rules are bullsh*t. The only way is to send them all to Elysian!”