Chapter 37: Qing Shan Sword Sect

  A bright red fist suddenly lit up, instantly illuminating the small courtyard. The sound of the wooden door being split also awakened Du Shi's mother and daughter who were fast asleep.

  Two men in black robes had just landed at the door, summoning their flying swords, when a crimson fist shadow suddenly struck them from above, instantly leaving them caught off guard. Their figures flashed and they retreated explosively three zhang away, landing in the courtyard.

  The wooden door creaked open, and a figure rushed out of the house. The crimson yuan energy light between his hands dissipated, and he stood under the eaves, dressed in a long green robe - it was Du Feiyun.

  He was originally cultivating quietly in the house, but unexpectedly caught a slight movement and heard an unusual voice in the small courtyard, so he stopped cultivating and prepared to get up and investigate. Who knew that as soon as he got up, he heard footsteps and sensed the aura of yuan energy, so he suddenly burst out with his yuan energy without hesitation.

  Fortunately, he had reached the Refining Qi stage, and his hearing was ten times more sensitive than that of ordinary people. He could hear extremely faint movements within a radius of ten zhang (about 33 feet), sense the fluctuations in yuan force, otherwise, he would have been attacked after a slight delay.

  In the small courtyard, three men in black stood in a triangular formation, staring at Du Feiyun under the eaves, their eyes overflowing with murderous intent. Since a sneak attack was out of the question, they would have to join forces and strike down their opponent by brute force; tonight, they had to kill Du Feiyun and his family no matter what.

  "Hybrid, surrender now!"

  The black-clad man in the lead launched the first attack, letting out a cold shout as his feet instantly burst forth with icy blue light. His body shot towards Du Fei Yun like an arrow, with a three-foot-long flying sword in his hand spewing out icy blue sword energy and carrying a fierce sword glow that stabbed straight at Du Fei Yun's chest.

  The black-clad man, known as the Ninth Young Master, was not to be outdone. With a cold shout, he wielded his golden long sword in both hands and slashed it at Du Fei Yun's neck with an extremely sharp arc.

  The two people's accents seemed unfamiliar, and their fighting style was not manipulating flying swords to attack, but rather close combat with swords. Du Fei Yun furrowed his brow, feeling slightly puzzled. However, this was not the time to think about these things. Seeing the two of them attacking from left and right, he instantly summoned the Nine Dragon Cauldron to block in front of his chest, advancing instead of retreating as he charged into the courtyard.

  Two long swords, one in front and one behind, chopped down on the Nine Dragon Cauldron, instantly bursting out a dazzling array of sword light. The two long swords were knocked high into the air by the recoil. The Nine Dragon Cauldron itself was unscathed, but it was still struck by the massive force transmitted through the swords, sending it flying backward, swaying and stumbling back several feet before stabilizing.

  At the first encounter, the sword lights of the two black-clad men were dispersed by the force of the backlash, and the yuan force circulation was slightly hindered. The Nine Dragon Cauldron was shaken out and flew backwards, Du Fei Yun's mind was shocked, feeling a bit suffocated. In comparison, they were evenly matched.

  Du Feiyun had just retreated to the eaves of the house to calm his mind, when the sword light in the courtyard flashed again. Two black-clad men holding long swords with gleaming blades charged towards Du Feiyun from both sides. As for the thin and small youth who was lurking on the side, he could not help but take action at this time, summoning a green flying sword to stab towards Du Feiyun.

  In an instant, the three of them joined forces to attack Du Fei Yun alone. He didn't have a suitable magical weapon on hand, and the killing power of the Nine Dragons Cauldron was far inferior to that of the flying sword. Using his trump card would be too dangerous, and if he couldn't use the Innate True Fire to kill all three of them at once, he would put himself in a desperate situation.

  At this time, Du Feiyun's situation was precarious, and he had to dodge. He performed the Xingyun Step with his feet, and the Jiulong Ding floated around him, protecting him like a fish swimming in the water, his body turned several times and dodged the attack of the three people, and came to the courtyard.

  Two black-clad men wielding long swords suddenly turned their bodies, the light of the swords between their hands bursting forth in a frenzy, casting layers of sword shadows that descended upon Du Fei Yun's head like a stormy rain. The slender black-clad man was not to be outdone, his eyes blazing with fury as he manipulated a flying sword that shot out repeatedly, targeting the gaps in the Nine Dragon Cauldron's defense and forcing Du Fei Yun to dodge again and again.

  Layers of sword shadows wrapped around the surroundings with a sharp sword aura, Du Feiyun's pressure suddenly increased, and he would be struck by the sword light if he was slightly careless, and it was likely that he would die on the spot. The two black-clad men who attacked with swords were not weaker than him, and the middle-sized man's strength was probably at the initial stage of Qi Refining, but whether it was the second or third layer of Qi Refining was unknown.

  That black-clothed man with a leading appearance, his sword momentum was the most fierce, and his yuan force was even more majestic. The pressure brought to Du Feiyun by the spreading sword light was also the greatest. Faintly, Du Feiyun could feel that this person's strength absolutely surpassed him by two realms, at least he was a cultivator in the late stage of Qi Refining Realm.

  If it weren't for his reliance on the floating and elusive movements of the Yun Step, as well as the protection of the Nine Dragon Cauldron treasure, he would have probably been pierced by the black-clad man's sword and turned into a sieve. Therefore, Du Fei Yun devoted more than half of his energy to countering and resisting the man's attacks, causing his true energy to be consumed at an alarming rate.

  Gradually, Du Feiyun's forehead and back began to sweat, and his swift movements became less smooth. Several times, he narrowly escaped danger, almost being cut down by the tall black-clad man. His internal energy was also greatly depleted, and he could hold on for no more than a minute before exhausting himself completely.

  This small courtyard was too small, only a few square meters in size, and it was impossible to exert oneself. In contrast, the compact terrain was extremely suitable for the two black-clad men wielding swords, and their close-range swordsmanship also increased in power.

  The Nine Dragons Cauldron spun rapidly around Du Fei Yun, drawing out black arcs to deflect the sword silhouettes and flying swords that came from all directions, producing a series of clear and crisp ringing sounds.

  A faint "hiss" sound, a flash of blood suddenly appeared, and under the silver moonlight, it was particularly eye-catching.

  Du Feiyun resisted the attack of the two black-clad men with all his might, but he was no match for them. When he was at a disadvantage, the tall man saw an opportunity and a streak of icy blue sword light broke through the protection of the Nine Dragon Cauldron from the gap, flashing across Du Feiyun's back like lightning, instantly leaving a one-foot-long wound, with fresh blood spurting out.

  Luckily, Du Fei Yun sensed something was amiss and took a step forward in time, barely avoiding the sword that almost caused him serious injury again, leaving only a one-inch wide wound on his back.

  If not, if Du Fei Yun dodged in time, he would be afraid that this extremely sharp sword would chop off his spine on the spot, or even cut him in half. The black-clothed man's long sword was a top-grade magic weapon, extremely sharp, with a strong and powerful aura, and had been cultivated in the way of the sword, so its attack was naturally unmatched.

  Du Fei Yun's forehead was sweating profusely, and the severe pain in his back made him grit his teeth, almost groaning. The wound from the sword made his movements even more uncoordinated, and he found it increasingly difficult to resist the attacks. For now, the only option was to change the battlefield; otherwise, continuing to fight in this narrow courtyard would only lead to a worse situation.

  As soon as he thought of it, Du Fei Yun made up his mind and his figure swiftly drew a green afterimage, dodging the sword tips and flying swords that came from all directions with several turns, then leaped up and jumped onto the wall.

  He had originally planned to jump over the wall and lure the three men in black into a more open area outside, where he could use his superior martial arts skills to fight them. However, what he didn't expect was that after he jumped onto the wall, the three men in black did not give chase, but instead turned around and rushed back towards the house.

  Inside the house, Madam Du and her daughter had already been awakened by the sound of fighting in the courtyard. Knowing they were powerless to intervene, they did not show themselves so as not to drag down Du Fei Yun, and instead kept watching the situation in the courtyard from the windowsill.

  Three black-clad men turned around, and Du Feiyun suddenly thought it was bad. His mother and sister had never practiced martial arts, and they were completely unable to withstand the slaughter of these three Qi-refining cultivators.

  Du Feiyun's eyebrows suddenly flared up with anger, and the killing intent in his eyes became even more intense. He had originally thought that the three men's target was himself, but now it seemed that they were going to wipe out everyone, including his mother and sister, without mercy.

  The Du family had never had any grudges with anyone, the only ones they had enmity with were the Qin and Bai families. Adding to that the curses of the black-clad man from just now, in this instant, Du Fei Yun was certain that these three black-clad men were definitely sons of the Qin or Bai families seeking revenge.

  Those two black-clad men, wielding long swords like fierce tigers, charged into the house. The sword tips shattered the door frame and wooden door instantly, and they rushed towards the house where Madam Du and her daughter were located with a ferocious momentum. The thin black-clad man also manipulated his flying sword, bringing up a trail of cyan sword energy, stabbing towards the window.

  Witnessing this scene, Du Fei Yun's mind had no time to think carefully, and his body flashed back into the small courtyard. His hands emitted a brilliant red glow, condensing into a huge crimson fist shadow that smashed towards the tall man. The Nine Dragon Cauldron was also enlarged to three feet in diameter, like a millstone, smashing down on the medium-sized black-clothed man.

  Under the bright moonlight, a stretched-out figure was cast in the small courtyard. On one side of the courtyard wall, a middle-aged man wearing a white long gown stood with his hands behind his back, furrowing his brow as he gazed at the tall black-clad man's back, seemingly muttering to himself in doubt: "Qing Shan Jing Jian Technique? It seems that he is undoubtedly a disciple of the Qing Shan Sword Sect."

  "Has he actually reached the 9th level of Qi Refining?! Flying Cloud kid is in danger now!"