"You are not worthy of the Sect Master's personal attention."
Seeing Fairy Nong Qing attack the Sect Master, the Xuanwu Envoy standing behind He Lianxu raised his hand.
The Xuanwu Shield in his hand flew out, directly meeting the python-like hundred-flower silk.
The two magical artifacts collided, resulting in a draw, and each flew back to its owner.
"Nong Qing, let me!"
Having been preempted by a woman like Nong Qing, Ling Ge and Fan Ye felt their faces were somewhat lost.
The three of them and Fairy Jinwu were sworn friends.
When someone came to Jinwu Palace to cause trouble, only Nong Qing dared to step forward.
This made them lose face, so they no longer cared about seniority, rules, or sect interests.
They both soared into the sky, standing on Nong Qing's left and right.
They intended to act on behalf of Nong Qing and block Xuanwu.
"Don't argue. Are you determined to stand up for Jinwu Palace?
Qinglong, Zhuque, you join Xuanwu.
Teach these three reckless juniors a lesson.
Let them understand, and let the world understand.
Which sect is the number one immortal sect in the Moonlit Realm!"
Seeing Ling Ge and Fan Ye, He Lianxu became even angrier.
The Heavenly Dao Sect was clearly the strongest, yet it was ranked at the bottom of the five great sects.
He had suppressed this resentment for many years.
Since they had already fallen out, he would take this opportunity.
To let everyone in the world see clearly whether the Heavenly Dao Sect's strength was indeed the weakest.
Therefore, he instructed the three Four Symbols Envoys to establish their might here.
The Four Symbols Envoys had accompanied him for many years and understood his intentions without needing explicit words. They stepped forward in unison.
Facing the trio of Nong Qing, they revealed the weapons in their hands.
Xuanwu struck first. He saw the dark Xuanwu Shield in his hand spin out.
It instantly enlarged to a diameter of ten zhang, directly charging towards the three of Nong Qing.
Before the shield arrived, its aura was already oppressive.
It was like a mountain tens of thousands of feet high suddenly collapsing.
As if it could destroy heaven and earth, intending to annihilate and bury everything in the world.
"Let me!"
Fan Ye shouted, and the Mad Demon Sword was unsheathed.
The Hanyu Sword, originally like a piece of art, was crystal clear before being drawn.
It was like transparent crystal. After Fan Ye drew it.
A red light rose from the hilt.
The entire blade instantly turned as red as blood.
A strange power swirled upon it, which was precisely the Mad Demon Sword Qi that Fan Ye had cultivated for many years.
Fan Ye's aura also changed immediately after drawing his sword.
His demeanor of a gentle scholar instantly vanished. His eyes turned blood red.
The jade crown that bound his hair burst, and his dark hair stood on end, flying wildly.
He staggered, appearing deranged.
He swung his sword at the whistling Xuanwu Shield.
A crimson sword light erupted, carrying arrogance and fearlessness.
It fiercely slashed at the Xuanwu Shield. Red and black lights converged in the air.
All the Sect Masters looked up at the sky, paying attention to the battle.
This was a competition among the five great sects, and they could not intervene.
They didn't even have the right to mediate, so they remained silent and watched.
A flash of the sword, and the Xuanwu Shield halted.
Then, a light "crack" sound was heard.
In the silent environment, everyone heard it exceptionally clearly.
"As expected of the Sword Sect Master. He hasn't drawn his sword in a hundred years.
His first draw is earth-shattering. With just one move of the Mad Demon Sword,
He actually shattered the rock-solid Xuanwu Shield. This trip was worth it!"
"We should have taught those old fossils of the Heavenly Dao Sect a lesson long ago. I wish Sect Master Fan could split him with one sword."
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On the plaza, the Sect Masters and elders who had come to watch.
Seeing the cracks on the Xuanwu Shield, like a spiderweb.
They felt relieved and said all sorts of things.
Although they looked down on He Lianxu and were unconvinced by the Heavenly Dao Sect in these years,
They dared not openly challenge the Heavenly Dao Sect in terms of cultivation or sect strength.
Seeing the Heavenly Dao Sect in trouble today, they couldn't help but cheer inwardly.
The Xuanwu Envoy in the air was also greatly alarmed.
He never expected Fan Ye's Mad Demon Sword to be so terrifying that it could damage the Xuanwu Shield.
One should know that this Xuanwu Shield in his hand had been passed down in the Heavenly Dao Sect for a thousand years.
It was not only the treasure of the Heavenly Dao Sect but also a symbol of the Xuanwu Envoy's status.
It was refined by the founding ancestor of the Heavenly Dao Sect after killing a turtle demon in the South Sea that had cultivated for ten thousand years and was about to ascend.
Using its spirit and the hardest part of its shell.
As a defensive magical artifact, it could be described as impregnable.
Yet, it was blocked by the Mad Demon Sword and cracked.
Thinking that the Xuanwu Shield was a symbol of his identity and could not be lost.
Xuanwu hurriedly recalled the Xuanwu Shield, cast a Xuanwu Art,
Helped the Xuanwu Shield repair the cracks, and then put it away.
The Xuanwu Shield was severely damaged and could no longer be used.
Just then, two figures flew past him and fell to the ground.
It was actually Zhuque and Qinglong. Xuanwu immediately helped them up.
He heard thunderous applause and cheers from the ground. Xuanwu's face turned ashen with anger.
It turned out that while he was repairing the Xuanwu Shield, Qinglong and Zhuque had attacked together.
Qinglong placed his hands horizontally in front of his chest and pushed forward forcefully.
A blue light wave was emitted, and Zhuque drew the Zhuque Sword from her waist.
She spun and flew up, disappearing the moment she came into contact with the light wave.
This was their combined attack technique. Zhuque hid within the light wave.
Her whereabouts were hidden, launching a sneak attack.
This made it impossible for the enemy to see how she attacked, making it impossible to guard against.
However, Ling Ge, who was opposite them, saw Zhuque disappear.
The blue light wave flew towards them.
Calmly, he took down the qin on his back and did not use the bow.
He pressed his right thumb against his middle finger and lightly plucked the strings.
With a "zing" sound, only one note was produced.
But to others, it sounded like a great bell and a mighty drum.
A hundred melodies played in unison, like thousands of troops and horses breaking through a battlefield.
The shouts of killing converged into a sound wave, carrying killing intent.
It rushed towards the light wave emitted by the Qinglong Envoy. Sound wave against light wave, they canceled each other out.
Zhuque Envoy, who was hiding in the light wave, was the only woman among the Four Symbols Envoys, dressed in red.
Without the cover of the light wave, her movements became more obvious.
However, she had already reached the trio. Seeing that she could not sneak attack.
She raised her Zhuque Sword and was about to slash at the trio, attacking directly.
But as soon as her sword was raised, a "ding" sound was heard.
A begonia flower appeared on the Zhuque Sword, which was sent by Nong Qing.
Zhuque Envoy was surprised why Fairy Nong Qing threw a flower.
Was it a hidden weapon? It didn't seem like it.
It was a real flower, tender and pink.
It still carried dewdrops, its petals delicate, with no apparent abnormality.
She exerted force on her wrist, intending to flick away the troublesome begonia flower.
The begonia flower she flicked away exploded in mid-air.
The originally tender petals became incredibly sharp.
They transformed into deadly blades that enveloped her. If she was not careful, her throat could be cut.
"Falling Blossoms! Fairy Nong Qing's killing move.
It is on par with Fairy Jinwu's Jinwu Burning Heaven.
Today was indeed not in vain, I have broadened my horizons!
To witness the Hundred Flowers Palace Mistress's Falling Blossoms in my lifetime.
I have no regrets even if I die, no regrets!"
Fairy Nong Qing was beautiful and kind-hearted, and also a Palace Mistress.
Among the Sect Masters watching, many were infatuated with her.
Some who were knowledgeable immediately recognized Nong Qing's move.
They stomped their feet and beat their chests, their faces filled with excitement.
The begonia flower Nong Qing sent was extraordinary. It was refined from the flowers on her own本体's branches.
That Sect Master was right, it was called Falling Blossoms.
Every petal on it was a deadly weapon, and under Nong Qing's control.
The petals could transform into countless numbers, changing into as many as she desired.
The ultimate fate of those trapped was to have their flesh cut off piece by piece by the flying petals.
Therefore, Falling Blossoms did not only refer to the scattered begonia petals.
It also referred to the scattered flesh and blood. One wonders if that Sect Master.
Knowing the other meaning of Falling Blossoms, would he still be a fan given such gore.
The Zhuque Envoy, trapped by Falling Blossoms, had no time to think about these things.
She was continuously waving her Zhuque Sword, deflecting the incoming petals.
Otherwise, her fate would be to be sliced into pieces, dying without a whole corpse.
Just then, a figure pierced through the petal defense and broke through to her side.