Grass Character Sword Formula First Style - Spring Sprout Breaking Through Earth.

As the tip of Jiang Qingyi's sword flashed with a cold gleam, like tender spring shoots breaking through frozen soil.

The longsword in the young girl's hands contained infinite vitality and sharp penetrating power.

"Break!"

With the young girl's light shout.

Jiang Qingyi concentrated her sword qi into a single point, moving extremely fast, with tender green grass phantoms even appearing around the sword tip.

The formation set up by the Blood Butterfly Pavilion disciple in front of her was directly broken through by Jiang Qingyi.

A flash of cold light passed before his eyes.

When he came to his senses, he only felt the world spinning around him, and his head fell straight to the ground.

"Phew."

Jiang Qingyi took a deep breath and wiped the hot sweat from her forehead.

In these ten days, this was already the third Blood Butterfly Pavilion cultivator that Jiang Qingyi had encountered.

Moreover, the intervals between encountering them were getting shorter each time.

From this, it could be seen that the Blood Butterfly Pavilion had roughly grasped her location.

Now they were closing the net and narrowing the range like hunters.

Jiang Qingyi put away her longsword and hurriedly walked into a cave.

In the cave, Xiao Mo slowly opened his eyes.

The first thing he saw was his disciple running toward him.

"Master, are you alright?"

Jiang Qingyi asked worriedly.

"Nothing serious." Xiao Mo shook his head. "I'm sorry, this body of mine seems to be less and less able to help you."

When the Blood Butterfly Pavilion attacked just now, Xiao Mo was regulating his spiritual meridians and was at a critical moment, unable to take action, so Jiang Qingyi could only lead the enemy away and fight him one-on-one.

"Master, please don't say such things." Jiang Qingyi shook her head. "If it weren't for you blocking a Nascent Soul realm assassin three days ago, this disciple would have died long ago."

Xiao Mo smiled, "A master protecting his disciple, isn't that a matter of course?"

Jiang Qingyi's eyes curved into crescents, "Then a disciple protecting her master at critical moments is also natural, isn't it?"

"You..." Xiao Mo sighed softly. "As long as you don't mind me being a burden to you."

Jiang Qingyi frowned and pouted, "Master, if you say such things again, this disciple will really get angry!"

"Alright, alright, then Master won't say it anymore." Xiao Mo stood up. "Let's continue moving. More people from the Blood Butterfly Pavilion will come soon."

"Yes, Master."

Jiang Qingyi helped her master stand up and they walked out of the cave.

Outside the cave was a wild Lushu horse with Lushu bloodline.

This horse was encountered by Jiang Qingyi ten days ago. After beating it up, she tamed it, just right to serve as a mount for her master.

Actually, a Lushu horse couldn't fly as fast as a Golden Core realm cultivator.

Moreover, different terrains would also affect the horse's speed but there was no choice.

Master's injuries were getting more and more severe, and he could no longer fly for long periods.

"Hyah!"

After helping her master onto the Lushu horse, Jiang Qingyi also mounted up.

Jiang Qingyi held the reins while cradling her weak master in her arms.

At first, when the two of them shared one horse, although Jiang Qingyi was very happy, she was also a bit embarrassed and would think about various things but after some time, especially as more and more assassins appeared and she and her master's situation became increasingly dangerous, Jiang Qingyi no longer had such thoughts.

She only wanted to take her master and escape the pursuit.

Currently speaking, the Ten Thousand Laws World was definitely not safe.

So Jiang Qingyi wanted to take her master and flee to the Ten Thousand Demons Kingdom!

As long as they reached the Ten Thousand Demons Kingdom, even the Blood Butterfly Pavilion couldn't pursue them.

Once her cultivation level was higher, she would return and kill everyone in the Blood Butterfly Pavilion from top to bottom!

As for whether they could escape to the Ten Thousand Demons Kingdom, Jiang Qingyi was still very confident but Xiao Mo didn't think so.

The Blood Butterfly Pavilion weren't fools; they definitely knew he wanted to go to the Ten Thousand Demons Kingdom.

Secondly, after the previous major battles, especially the fight with a Nascent Soul realm cultivator, his body was getting worse and worse.

Every time he took action, every time he was injured, it was like heavily hammering his already broken body.

Forget thirty years, if this continued, Xiao Mo felt he couldn't live past one year.

"How many more times can I take action?" Xiao Mo thought to himself. "It seems that plan needs to be advanced."

Two more months passed.

Xiao Mo and Jiang Qingyi encountered more and more assassins.

The Blood Butterfly Pavilion had completely grasped Xiao Mo and Jiang Qingyi's whereabouts.

Not only was Xiao Mo's body getting worse, but Jiang Qingyi had also suffered considerable injuries.

The two were only thirty days' journey at most from the border between the Ten Thousand Laws World and the Ten Thousand Demons Kingdom.

Jiang Qingyi's eyes were full of hope but Xiao Mo understood his own body all too well.

The only reason he was still alive was because he had one last thing to do, holding onto his last breath.

Now that they were getting closer and closer to the Ten Thousand Demons Kingdom, it was about time for him to end this life.

At the foot of Black Wind Mountain.

Jiang Qingyi carried her master as they galloped along the shortcut to the Ten Thousand Demons Kingdom border.

Jiang Qingyi and Xiao Mo's spirits suddenly tensed, and they leaped up simultaneously.

The next moment, a spear thrust down like a meteor.

The Lushu horse was suddenly pinned to the ground and died completely.

A Nascent Soul realm man wearing a tiger mask stood with his hands behind his back on the spear handle, the breeze ruffling his robes, which were embroidered with a blood-colored butterfly.

Immediately after, seven Blood Butterfly Pavilion cultivators rushed out, three Dragon Gate realm and four Golden Core realm.

"Young Master, it's been a long time."

A man in blue robes walked out, holding a fan in his hand, looking like a scholar and seeming quite refined but in Xiao Mo's eyes, he was just a beast in human clothing.

The man in blue robes was named Sun Jin, one of the advisors to King Xiao of Liang Kingdom. Not only were his schemes vicious, but he was also greedy for life and afraid of death, without any scholarly backbone.

Xiao Mo disliked him the most.

"Are you here to seek death?" Xiao Mo asked.

"Heh heh heh heh..." Sun Jin smiled. "Not at all. I'm here to take the Young Master's and her heads back."

After speaking, Sun Jin looked at Jiang Qingyi, "I didn't expect that little girl from back then would not only grow up to be so graceful but also reach such a cultivation level. Truly remarkable. All of this is the Young Master's achievement."

"Cough cough cough, stop the nonsense. If you want to kill, just come directly." Xiao Mo coughed a few times, and his longsword hummed.

"Kill them!"

The masked man waved his hand.

Several Blood Butterfly Pavilion assassins instantly disappeared from their original positions.

When they appeared, cold light was already flashing before Jiang Qingyi.

Xiao Mo stepped forward, wanting to help his disciple.

However, the masked man held his spear and thrust it toward Xiao Mo.

Xiao Mo's Grass Character Sword Formula transformed into nine sword qi streams, nine invisible longswords stabbing toward the opponent's vital points but the masked man was able to disperse Xiao Mo's sword qi every time.

Xiao Mo flew up, with the masked man following closely.

Grass Character Sword Formula - Rain Beating Banana Leaves.

The sword qi around Xiao Mo continuously condensed, and the white clouds in the sky were stirred up by the sword qi, transforming into longswords.

"Fall!"

Over a hundred longswords formed from white clouds stabbed toward the masked man.

Xiao Mo also personally wielded his sword in close combat, his sword speed fast and dense, like sudden rain beating banana leaves, producing continuous crisp collision sounds.

"Good swordsmanship, sharp sword qi, profound sword intent. You might be able to step into the Immortal realm, but it's a pity. How did your foundation get injured like this?" The masked man let out a sigh of regret.

The next instant, the silver spear pointed directly at Xiao Mo's heart.

Xiao Mo's spirit tensed, and he held his sword horizontally to block.

The tremendous impact force struck Xiao Mo's sword body, and the sword body was pushed back against Xiao Mo's chest.

"Boom!"

Like a cannonball, Xiao Mo was smashed toward the peak of a mountain.

The peak was shattered to pieces, with huge rocks rolling down.

"Master!"

The besieged Jiang Qingyi was extremely anxious and wanted to help her master, but the other Blood Butterfly Pavilion disciples blocked her path.

"Get out of the way!"

Jiang Qingyi gripped her longsword tightly, her eyes full of anger.

"Get out of the way?" Sun Jin smiled. "Miss Jiang, today you must die here. Actually, this is for the best. Dying without knowing anything is the King's final mercy to you and the Young Master."

"What nonsense are you spouting!"

She stepped forward, and the Xuanshuang longsword's properties merged with the young girl's sword qi.

Within a mile radius centered on the young girl, everything was covered in ice and frost.

The young girl thrust out one sword, her frost-cold sword intent combined with the sharpness of the Grass Character Sword Formula, piercing through the heart of a Blood Butterfly Pavilion Dragon Gate realm disciple!

On the other battlefield, the masked man knew that Xiao Mo hadn't died.

He held his spear and dove down to strike.

Xiao Mo stood up and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

His sword momentum was like wind passing over grassland, continuous and unending. Though it seemed gentle, it contained resilience, deflecting force, transforming energy, using the opponent's strength against them. The sword light formed swaying grass wave phantoms.

After the masked man was struck and sent flying by Xiao Mo's sword, he used his spear to anchor himself in the ground.

The spear carved a hundred-meter trail in the earth until the masked man's back hit some trees, finally stopping his momentum.

The mask on his face was already broken.

The masked man simply threw away the mask and spat out a mouthful of blood.

He hadn't expected this cultivator, who was like a candle in the wind, to still have such strength. Indeed impressive but today, he must die here.

The next instant, the masked man's spiritual power surged, and his spear bloomed with cold light.

This was his final move.

With one spear thrust, the spear's momentum actually transformed into a long dragon.

"Roar!"

The long dragon let out an angry roar and pounced toward Xiao Mo.

Xiao Mo calmly looked at this spear, took a deep breath, and used his sword bone to stimulate his spiritual meridians.

Xiao Mo's sword qi climbed steadily, and the masked man felt like countless fine swords were stabbing his lungs with every slight breath!

He swung his sword, and the sword qi transformed into a sword monument that blocked in front of Xiao Mo.

"Clang!"

The spear struck the sword monument and couldn't advance an inch.

The next instant, the masked man only felt a figure drift past him.

When he looked down, his heart had already been pierced with a large hole.

Xiao Mo stood behind the masked man and casually flicked the blood from his sword onto a tree.

The masked man fell forward without a sound.

"Cough cough cough cough cough cough cough"

Xiao Mo coughed violently, his face growing paler and paler as he gasped heavily.

"Qingyi..." Xiao Mo wiped his mouth and flew toward his disciple.

At the same time, Jiang Qingyi swung her sword and cut off the head of the last Blood Butterfly Pavilion disciple.

Sun Jin, standing to the side, looked extremely grim.

In Sun Jin's view, Jiang Qingyi was doomed to die but unexpectedly, her strength was so exaggerated that she was practically invincible within the same realm, and even Nascent Soul realm cultivators would have to exert considerable effort to kill her.

Sun Jin sensed trouble and wanted to flee but how could Jiang Qingyi let him leave alive.

Jiang Qingyi formed sword hand seals, and the ice sculptures of those small grasses on the ground suddenly shattered.

They transformed into black ice chains that bound Sun Jin.

Jiang Qingyi pulled through the void, and Sun Jin was directly smashed to the ground.

Sun Jin threw out his fan.

Two ink-colored fierce tigers emerged from the fan.

While the painted tigers delayed his opponent, Sun Jin turned to leave but before he had taken a few steps, those two ink tigers were directly pierced by ice cones and turned into ink flowing on the ground.

Jiang Qingyi flew forward, thrusting her sword toward his back. Sun Jin turned around and tried to use his fan to block the sword tip.

Sun Jin bounced like a stone skipping on water across the ice surface, finally smashing into a tree.

When Sun Jin got up, Jiang Qingyi's longsword was already pointed at his throat.

Seeing Jiang Qingyi's cold eyes, Sun Jin hurriedly begged for mercy, "Fairy, spare my life! Fairy, spare my life!"

"Answer my questions! Answer well, and I'll spare you!" Jiang Qingyi said coldly.

"Please speak, Fairy! I will certainly tell you everything I know without holding anything back!" Sun Jin was so frightened his face turned pale, completely forgetting his arrogant demeanor from earlier.

Looking at this kind of person, Jiang Qingyi felt that even killing him would dirty her sword.

"Who wants to kill my master!" Jiang Qingyi asked coldly.

Jiang Qingyi had always been curious about who exactly her master had offended to be pursued to the ends of the earth.

She had asked before, but her master always remained silent.

"This..." Sun Jin looked troubled, hesitating to speak.

"Speak!" Jiang Qingyi cut off one of his arms with her sword.

"Ah!" Sun Jin clutched his severed arm and screamed, "I'll talk! I'll talk! It's King Xiao who wants to kill your master!"

"What King Xiao? What grudge does he have with my master!"

"King Xiao is King Xiao Jing of Liang Kingdom, and your master is his son. Actually, the King doesn't just want to kill Xiao Mo, but also wants to kill you.

Do you still remember when you were four years old, your parents were killed and you were brought to a room?

That was done by the King, because you have an innate sword bone, so the King had people bring you there to transplant the sword bone to Xiao Mo!

Your parents were unwilling, so naturally they were casually killed."

"What... what did you say..." Jiang Qingyi was struck as if by lightning, her face pale, pupils trembling, and the longsword in her hand fell to the ground.

Sun Jin secretly gripped a hidden weapon with his other hand behind his back and continued, "You heard correctly. It was your master's father who killed your parents.

You could have become a sword immortal renowned throughout the world, but your master transplanted your sword bone!

Your master was able to enter the Nascent Soul realm at eighteen entirely because of your sword bone.

It was the father and son who destroyed your family and stole your life."