Chapter 1712

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“Stop running! Don’t run!!”

Suddenly, a shout echoed through the air.

Fang Zhengqing stood with his sword, roaring, “Running away will only lead to death. No matter how powerful he is, he’s just one man. We can wear him down!”

With Fang Zhengqing’s shout, many around him stopped.

Having a leader, their fear diminished significantly.

Fang Zhengqing continued, “Those at the Seventh Tribulation come forward and block him. Those at the Sixth and Fifth Tribulations stay behind, and anyone below the Fifth Tribulation, stay on the outskirts. Do not get close.”

He organized them earnestly, “If we drain his spiritual energy, this young man will surely die.”

Ye Wushuang stood with his sword, a smile on his face, and said, “That’s right. Why are you all running? If you scatter, it will be harder for me to kill you!”

Upon hearing this, Fang Zhengqing’s gaze turned cold and fierce, “Once Senior Qu Ziyi kills Yu Yourong, you will surely die. We’ll see how tough you are then!”

“Is that so?”

Ye Wushuang glanced at the distant battle, then turned back and said with a smile, “I think Yu Yourong can hold on, but you… I’m afraid you won’t be able to last.”

Fang Zhengqing’s face turned dark upon hearing this.

“Attack!”

In an instant, figures once again organized themselves to strike.

Ye Wushuang, holding the Taiyuan Spirit Sword, sneered, “Try killing me!”

Boom!!

Spiritual energy surged, swirling around his body.

Fang Zhengqing and Fang Zhengming, witnessing this, changed expressions.

This guy, after fighting and killing more than ten Self-Forgetting Realm cultivators, still had such terrifying spiritual energy?

His accumulation of spiritual energy was even more formidable than theirs.

At this moment, even Fang Zhengqing and Fang Zhengming completely lost their confidence.

It seemed that their dozens of Self-Forgetting Realm cultivators simply could not kill Ye Wushuang!

“Attack! Kill him!” Fang Zhengqing shouted loudly, not knowing whether he was trying to encourage others or to embolden himself.

Instantly, a series of loud explosions erupted.

The battle resumed, but soon, Fang Zhengqing and Fang Zhengming despairingly realized that relying on numerical superiority to deal with Ye Wushuang was simply not working.

Ye Wushuang had four unique body patterns swirling around him, providing extremely strong defense.

This was the mark of reaching the fourth pattern level in the Seven-Turn Saint Body Technique.

With the Seven-Turn Saint Body Technique, each body pattern condensed would elevate the defense by a dimension.

At the highest level of seven patterns, Ye Wushuang’s physical body would be stronger than a Supreme Spirit Tool. With four patterns now, it was enough to withstand most attacks.

The strongest defense, combined with Ye Wushuang’s strongest attack, the Taiyuan Spirit Sword, and the Nine Heavens Mystical Fire Sword Technique—what could these Self-Forgetting Realm cultivators use to defend themselves?

Encirclement and kill?

Yes, it was an encirclement and kill.

But it wasn’t dozens of people encircling and killing Ye Wushuang; it was Ye Wushuang encircling and killing them.

The casualties continued, and at this point, even Fang Zhengqing and Fang Zhengming were completely panicked.

Ye Wushuang’s spiritual energy seemed endless. Up to now, he had not shown the slightest sign of fatigue.

If they continued to fight like this, they would probably be completely annihilated in the end.

Fang Zhengqing, filled with fear, had already considered retreating.

But just at that moment.

A voice sounded in his mind.

“Keep attacking!”

With this voice, Fang Zhengqing’s fear disappeared, replaced by joy.

“Attack!”

Holding his long sword, Fang Zhengqing shouted, “Spare no effort and kill this bastard. Kill Ye Wushuang, and the Pavilion Master and elders will definitely reward us handsomely!”

Ye Wushuang, hearing this, looked at Fang Zhengqing and raised an eyebrow.

Something was off with this guy.

Immediately, the remaining thirty-odd people charged at Ye Wushuang once again.

“Hurry and help Young Master Ye.”

At this moment, Mu Xu shouted to Li Xuan and the other three who were protecting him.

Li Xuan did not leave but replied directly, “Our first priority is to protect the young master. Moreover… Ye Wushuang seems like he doesn’t need our help!”

As Li Xuan finished speaking, the distant battle had already begun.

One by one, the Self-Forgetting Realm warriors from the Lingjian Pavilion charged at Ye Wushuang again.

But, it was only a death sentence.

For Ye Wushuang, these people were no longer a threat.

One by one, the bodies of the Self-Forgetting Realm warriors fell, their lives and paths ended.

Yet the remaining people still charged out one by one.

The battle was fierce and惨烈不绝。

And just as the Lingjian Pavilion crowd was attacking Ye Wushuang.

Suddenly.

An extremely dangerous aura made Ye Wushuang feel as if thorns were on his back.

Almost in an instant.

Ye Wushuang, who had a premonition in his heart, directly summoned the Qianyuan Ding.

The next moment.

Within the range of the battle, a giant sword beam, emitting a violent sonic boom, fell from the sky, slashing directly at Ye Wushuang’s back.

Boom…

A ground-shaking roar erupted. The closest several Lingjian Pavilion warriors to Ye Wushuang, unable to react in time under such tremendous force, were directly shaken until blood flowed from their seven orifices. Their faces turned pale, and their breathing stopped.

With Ye Wushuang at the center, the surrounding stone ground collapsed to a depth of several zhang.

The power of this single sword strike completely surpassed the limits of the Self-Forgetting Realm!

Fang Zhengqing and Fang Zhengming, however, seemed to have a premonition and had already retreated dozens of zhang away.

The two of them stared straight at the center of the explosion, their eyes filled with eagerness.

How about Ye Wushuang?

He must be dead, right?

At this moment, high in the sky, a figure slowly descended, holding a black sword.

Upon closer inspection.

This person was none other than Qi Rongxuan from the Qi family of Lingqia Mountain.

Qi Rongxuan’s face was cold, holding the black sword, and he snorted, “Bastard, teaming up with Qingziyu to go against us? Now, it’s time for you to die.”

Inside the crater.

The sword energy swirled and gradually dissipated.

Ye Wushuang’s figure appeared, his face slightly pale.

The four-legged small ding, suspended above his head, emitted a faint ancient luster.

“Huh?”

Qi Rongxuan looked over and was astonished, “You little bastard, you didn’t die?”

Ye Wushuang, facing Qi Rongxuan’s gaze, said coldly, “Even if you old man dies, I, the young master, won’t die!”