Shocked, everyone except Master has a vest

Chapter 247: Master Mo's little wild cat ran away

Xianshou, Mo Bingxian and Qin Muyue stepped into the portal. With a flash of light, the three of them appeared outside the secret realm.

However, before they had time to rest, the atmosphere around them suddenly became tense.

Qin Muyue felt the murderous intent in the air. She knew that the people of the Shi family would never miss this opportunity and they would definitely set an ambush here.

Sure enough, as a gust of wind blew up, dozens of figures emerged from all directions. They were dressed in black, and under their masks were pairs of cold and ruthless eyes.

These are the Shi family's death warriors. Each of them is an elite among elites. They have only one goal - to kill Mo Bingxian and Xianshou and bring Shi Nishang back.

Mo Bingxian sneered, and the black jade flute in his hand gently rotated, and a powerful spiritual energy wave burst out from his body.

Xian Shou's expression was calm. He knew how powerful these assassins were, but there was no fear in his eyes, only conceit.

He took a deep breath, and the spiritual power in his body surged like a tide. He raised his hand to summon the Great Sage's Legacy Sound and placed both hands on the strings.

Although Qin Muyue was controlled by Mo Bingxian, she was quickly calculating the possibility of escape in her mind. She knew that this was her only chance and she had to seize it.

The battle was about to break out, and the Shi family's assassins rushed towards the two like a black tide.

Mo Bingxian played his unique tune of "Burning the Piano and Boiling the Crane" on his black jade flute, and black swallows with flaming feathers swooped down towards the group of assassins.

The musical technique of Xiantou was like rolling thunder, and every bombardment made a large number of people busy resisting.

However, the Shi family had a large number of assassins, and they were like locusts, coming one after another, seemingly endless.

Qin Muyue watched the battle in front of her, but she was looking for an opportunity in her heart.

At this moment, a figure appeared silently behind Qin Muyue. It was a master from the Shi family. There was a hint of cunning in his eyes. He picked up the girl and ran away.

Mo Bingxian's eyes turned cold and he threw out the black jade flute. The flute turned into countless fire wheels and spun to catch up with the assassin, but was desperately stopped by countless accomplices of the Shi family.

When Mo Bingxian's black jade flute turned into a fire wheel to chase, the sound of the string was like thunder, shaking the entire battlefield. However, the Shi family's assassins were numerous, and their attacks were like a tide, one wave after another, seemingly endless.

On the skyline, a group of sword-wielding figures were approaching rapidly like a flock of swallows. They were dressed in simple disciple uniforms and held low-quality weapons, but their eyes were burning with an unyielding will to fight.

These are the monks who support Xian Shou. They may be of humble origins, but they are never afraid of life or death.

The leader was a burly farmer with a weathered face but a determined look in his eyes. He held up the big bell in his hand and shouted, "Xian Shou, here we come!"

Following his shout, the disciples from the poor and farming families rushed into the battlefield like a torrent, and they engaged in a fierce battle with the Shi family's assassins.

Although their spiritual weapons are not as sophisticated as those of the Shi family's death squad, their fighting spirit is not weaker at all.

When Mo Bingxian saw this, a hint of admiration flashed in his eyes.

He took back the black jade flute, and it drew a graceful arc in the air and fell back into his hands, helping the string leader to look after the safety of these people.

"The sound of Brahma, the holy land of Lotus." The string leader took the lead, drifting his body and appearing above the heads of the dead soldiers, playing the strings of the Great Sage's legacy, just like Acalanatha sitting cross-legged and playing the zither, and the sound of his heart appeared.

Above the lotus platform is a paradise without disasters. The string leader is dressed in a blue shirt and white robe, like an indigo ink painting that cannot be desecrated.

"If your spiritual power is not connected, you can retreat behind me and recover in peace!" His voice echoed on the battlefield, and the powerful musical sound prevented the assassins from even getting close.

Seeing this scene, Qin Muyue couldn't help but sigh: "As expected of a Lute Immortal, he and his Lute have created a safe zone on the battlefield, and no one has been able to break in. He really has the capital to protect everyone behind him."

The situation on the battlefield became increasingly chaotic, and the Shi family's warriors began to lose ground under the attack of the disciples from poor families and farming families.

Xianshou's musical skills and Mo Bingxian's black jade flute became two major killing weapons on the battlefield. Every attack took the lives of a large number of soldiers.

In the end, with the support of disciples from poor and farming families, the Shi family's death squad was completely defeated.

Qin Muyue had just returned to the Yinyin Sect when Xian Shou brought his men to attack the sect.

Xianshou led a group of disciples and flew towards the mountain gate on his swords. Behind him, the disciples from poor families and farming families were covered in blood, looking shabby but full of fighting spirit.

Xian Shou brought Mo Bingxian to the mountain gate and raised his hand to salute: "Master, do you dare to fight and decide the position of the leader?"

The news spread like wildfire throughout the sect, and the news that Xian Shou challenged the sect master caused a huge shock. The sect's disciples put down their work and rushed to the sect's square to witness this historic moment.

The leader stood on the high platform in the square, his face was still calm, but his eyes flashed with a cold light. He knew the talent and potential of Xian Shou, but he never thought that Xian Shou would really challenge his authority.

"Xianshou, do you really want to be my enemy?" The clan leader's voice echoed over the square, with a hint of regret in his voice.

Xian Shou stopped and looked up at the Sect Master. There was no fear in his eyes, only determination. "Sect Master, there are many powerful people in the Yingyin Sect, and they don't treat the poor disciples as human beings. We have no choice but to destroy them!"

The sect master's expression changed slightly, and he sneered, "Do you think you can defeat me with your strength? You'd better surrender now, otherwise I will send out the sect elders, and your worthless life will be over!"

The string master did not answer. He just plucked the strings lightly, and waves of sound attacked the sect master like real sharp blades.

The sound of Xianshou's zither cut through the air like a sharp blade, pointing directly at the Sect Master. The Sect Master's face darkened. He didn't expect Xianshou to dare to challenge his authority in public. He waved his hand, and the elders behind him immediately stood up. They were all top masters in the sect, each of them had powerful cultivation and rich combat experience.

"Xian Shou, you are courting death." The clan leader's voice was cold, and he obviously had murderous intentions.

There was a flash of determination in Xianshou's eyes. He knew that this battle was inevitable. He had to fight to the end for the future of the sect and for those oppressed poor disciples.

“Come on, today I, Xianshou, will break the old order of this sect!” Xianshou’s voice was firm and powerful, and his figure appeared particularly tall in the square.

The elders attacked one after another, and their attacks hit Xian Shou like a violent storm.

However, Xianshou remained calm, and his piano sound was so strong that it blocked all the attacks.

The sound of his piano was not only for defense, but also for attack. Every time he plucked the strings, the elders felt their souls shaken.

Mo Bingxian stood to one side of the string, and his black jade flute was used again to prevent anyone from attacking this side.

The battle became more intense, and the sound of the strings became more and more rapid. His piano skills had reached their peak.

Although the elders' attacks were powerful, they seemed powerless in the face of the sound of the piano.

Finally, with a loud bang, an elder was knocked back by the sound of the string. His body drew an arc in the air and fell heavily to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, there was another muffled sound, and one elder after another groaned and fell down.

The ultimate attack of Xian Yin can hurt people's hearts and destroy their bones and blood. If Xian Shou is bloodthirsty, the elders will probably explode into a pool of flesh and blood on the spot.

The sect's disciples were stunned. They had never seen such a powerful Xian Shou, and they had never thought that the sect's elders would be defeated.

The sect leader's face became more and more ugly. He didn't expect that Xian Shou could actually win against the sect elders in a row.

His body was shaking slightly, and he was obviously extremely angry.

"You bunch of trash can't even deal with a string leader!" The clan leader roared, and he finally took action himself.