Legend of Sword King

"Then what are you waiting for?" Chen Qing laughed. In the position where Wang Qi was already charging forward, he once again charged straight forward, "If I'm too slow, I'm afraid that I'll have to collect the corpses of these wolf tribesmen."    

    

Wang Qi, with his heroic spirit, followed right behind Cheng Qing, "Sovereign only wants to rush forward to kill, I, Wang Qi, will watch out for you!"    

    

Cheng Qing didn't say anything more. He used Lotus Blooming Step by Step's sword move, and another seven wolf tribesmen at the peak of the Xumi Stage fell in front of him.    

    

Currently, Cheng Qing's cultivation was already at the sixth level of the Xumi Stage. Any cultivator at the eighth level of the Xumi Stage would be able to use a single sword move from the《 Blue Lotus Sword Song》. There were only four to five Sumeru Stage Ninth Grade wolfwalkers and more than half of them had already died. If Cheng Qing didn't go into a state where no one was around, then his existence would be a threat to others.    

    

However, Wang Qi was not the least bit careless. He was very clear that as long as he delved deeper into the group of wolfsmen, he would face the danger of being besieged. As the saying goes, two fists can't even fight four hands. Even if Cheng Qing could see and hear everywhere, he might not be able to respond in time to all the attacks.    

    

Moreover, in this free-for-all, the enemy in front of him was not the biggest threat. Hiding in the crowd, ready to see the time to take a fatal blow, was the most deadly of all existences.    

    

Although Wang Qi was not a cultivator from the military and had never participated in a battle before, he knew that many of his valiant opponents did not die in front of him, but in front of a cold arrow.    

    

When Wang Qi followed closely behind Cheng Qing and rushed towards Fang Cheng, a dazzling stream of Essence Qi suddenly lit up in front of him, falling into the pack of wolves on Cheng Qing's flank. Not only did he instantly injure a few of them, he even forced a group of experts, who were eyeing Cheng Qing covetously, to retreat.    

    

Wang Qi was stunned. He thought to himself, "What a domineering move, who is it?"    

    

Without waiting for him to turn around, Yang Ruoxi's fierce figure had already rushed past him, slashing with the Mountain Splitting Axe. She killed several people from the Feral Wolf Gang and arrived next to Cheng Qing in a few steps, protecting her opponent's left flank.    

    

Wang Qi couldn't help but be overwhelmed with shock. The last time he saw Yang Ruoxi, she was only at the sixth level of the Xumi Stage. It had only been a few days, yet she had already advanced to the seventh level of the Xumi Stage!    

    

Yang Ruoxi's fighting style had already opened and closed, just like her character. This kind of fighting method might not be particularly good at catching opponents, but it was undoubtedly extremely powerful in a chaotic battle. Even the wolf cultivator of the same realm, who had the general suppressive power against cultivators, didn't dare to take on Yang Ruoxi's attack.    

    

As a result, Yang Ruoxi quickly stabilized her position beside Cheng Qing. The bravely advancing Chen Qing had received Yang Ruoxi's protection. Like a tiger adding wings, he had already charged into the drill grounds of Fang City. The Heaven Lake Sword in his hand chopped out streaks of sword light, giving the wolf trainer who came to welcome him a harsh shout.    

    

Before Wang Qi could react to the Sect Leader's might and Shopkeeper Yang's might, several balls of elemental energy shot over his head and landed on Cheng Qing's right side, knocking over a group of wolfwalkers. The originally orderly formation of the wolfwalker was thrown into chaos.    

    

"Who is this?" Wang Qi looked around in shock and saw a plump figure agilely landing on Cheng Qing's right flank. The ancient halberd in his hand swung out and struck the wolfwalker in front of him. It was Song Qianshu!    

    

Upon recognizing Song Qianshu, Wang Qi felt a surge of heat in his heart. He was a talented young master of a sect. Normally, even if he looked up to him, the other party might not even give him a chance to bow down and worship him. But now, the other party was actually willing to protect Cheng Qing's flank. This made Wang Qi feel a sense of pride.    

    

In his eyes, Cheng Qing's fighting back had become as majestic as a mountain.