Shui Xi'er and Qu Yao were both injured a lot, with blood hanging from the corners of their mouths, lying on the ground.

The sword shadow was because he wanted to protect the water droplets, and someone made a long cut in his back with a sword, and the blood flowed and stained his clothes red.

The little droplets were covered in mud and still holding the young flaming finch in their hands.

Beside them, there were young sword slaves from the Yunfeng Sect, holding long swords to stop them.

Lu Shan, like Ye Chong, was threatened by several swords from different directions at the same time.

Qi Huang was already smiling, dragging an injured foot, came to Lu Shan, who was restrained, and slapped it without hesitation.

There was a crisp slap sound.

Lu Shan's fat face suddenly had a bright red slap print.

"Dead fatty, it's time for you to double up!"

When Qi Huang spoke, the soles of his feet were still a little throbbing, and he took a breath of cool air, his expression was a little hideous.

With a bang, he drew his long sword and stabbed directly at Lu Shan's left foot.

With a sword, Ye Chong and the others' hearts also twitched fiercely with the sound of the long sword piercing the instep and rubbing against the flesh and bones. It was as if the sword was also stuck in their bodies.

Lu Shan's forehead was already bruised, the muscles of his face kept trembling, he gritted his teeth, his eyes were red, and the corners of his mouth were constantly twitching, trying not to let out a cry of pain.

But the heavy wheezing, and the heaving of his chest, showed that he was in great pain at this time.

Qi Huang laughed, the long sword in his hand spun in the air, and then slammed into Lu Shan's right foot.

"Huh!"

Lu Shan finally couldn't help but let out a soft snort, the sweat on his face slid down his cheeks, and the pain from his feet made his whole body tremble.

The person behind him followed with a kick, and Lu Shan knelt on the ground on the spot.

Under his feet, the blood had soaked the ground, but he still struggled to hold his waist and not bow his head to the proud Qi Huang.

The rest of the Seven Xuanzong Sect also had red eyes and angry faces, but they had no ability to turn the situation around under the tip of their critical swords.

So they could only watch quietly and endure.

In the Sword Shrine, since all their fathers died, only a few of their children supported the Seven Xuanzong. Since they were children, they have experienced countless fights, been bullied, and sought revenge.

This is not the first time, and it will never be the last.

So at this moment, no matter how angry they are, they can only endure it, otherwise their words and actions may bring greater pain to the people closest to them.

This is the experience of teenagers who grew up in the cruel environment of the sword mound, and accumulated blood little by little.

"Hmph, I'm quite backbone at this time. Qi Huang raised the corners of his mouth disdainfully, raised the blood-stained long sword, and wiped it on Lu Shan's face, leaving him with a scarlet face.

"If it weren't for the fact that before I came, my father told me to keep a low profile and not make too much of a movement, just because you pierced my foot, I would have to abolish you!" Qi Huang glared at Lu Shan viciously, then turned around and walked towards Ye Chong.

His feet were simply bandaged, but with every step he took, he could still feel a strong tingling pain.

This is also the reason why he came to Ye Chong immediately after he quickly took revenge on Lu Shan.

He didn't want to delay time, and at this time, feeling the stinging pain under his feet, his eyes looked at Ye Chong even more fiercely.

He will take multiplied vengeance on his enemies for his wounds.

Ye Chong secretly mobilized his true qi and sealed the meridians near his knees to minimize his own bleeding.

The sword mound was far more cruel than he imagined, and it was only the second day after he came here that he had suffered such a heavy setback, which made him realize more clearly that he and the people of the Seven Xuanzong had to leave here as soon as possible.

Relying only on the strength of a few of their young people, the Seven Xuanzong will always be a force so small that anyone can step on it in the Sword Shrine, and they don't have a strong background behind them, and there are no sects with many masters to cheer them on.

Even if the Elder Hall does not allow killing here, there is no need to kill, just the destruction of these people can cause them heavy damage and even affect their cultivation.

What Ye Chong was thinking about now was to let these people leave here as soon as possible, otherwise if they rose up and seriously injured everyone, the recovery for a year and a half would have a very bad impact on their cultivation.

So when Qi Huang limped in front of him, he didn't have a trace of fear, nor did he have a trace of struggle.

The breeze gently ruffled his hair, and he fell to one knee, with swords pointed at him in front of him and behind him.

He couldn't move, he could only hold his head held high quietly, and his eyes were not alarmed.

At this moment, no matter what kind of damage the other party gives, he has to grit his teeth and bear it.

There is humiliation, resentment, and unwillingness, but all emotions must be hidden in his heart.

He didn't have the experience of Lu Shan and Shui Xi'er growing up in the sword light and sword shadow of this sword mound, and the blood accumulated bit by bit, but he had half a soul from another world.

The process of his growth from an orphan with nothing to a generation of business tycoons with countless fortunes is also extremely difficult.

Of course, it will not be smooth sailing, any world, anyone, as long as they are not willing to accept the status quo, as long as they want to attack their own destiny, they will leave difficult footprints.

So he was very comfortable facing the adversity of the moment.

Facing Qi Huang.

Swish!

Qi Huang didn't say a word, he directly lit up his long sword and whipped wildly at Ye Chong.

The scene of Ye Chong defeating him in the morning was still vivid, and only a few hours later, all the circumstances had come to a big reversal.

Compared to Lu Shan, who slapped him and attacked him, Qi Huang had more hatred for Ye Chong, the person who defeated him from the front.

Because Ye Chong brought him not only physical pain, but also trampling on his self-confidence and pride.

He could not stand this trampling.

Smack!

Qi Huang's long sword kept slashing at Ye Chong's face, back, and chest, and the blade slashed across his body, cutting through his clothes, and cutting several sword marks on his body.

The fine sword marks were scarlet lines at first, and then blood poured out of the wound, piece by piece, staining his clothes red.

The wind is quiet.

Bloody!

Ye Chong's hands had sunk into the dirt beneath him, and he clasped the ground tightly, as if he was venting his inner humiliation and physical pain.

In the distance, Shui Xi'er, who was watching this scene, bit her lip and burst into tears.

Jian Ying, Qu Yao, Lu Shan and the others all clenched their fists tightly and turned their faces sideways, unable to bear to continue looking.

The little droplets were sobbing silently, and their bodies trembled as if they had fallen into an ice cave.

They are nothing more than a group of teenage boys and girls, whose peers are still excited for a few days because they have made a little progress in their spiritual practice, and they have been praised by their parents and elders, and they have lived a cheerful or warm childhood and teenager along the way. And they have to face this bloody and cruel reality.

Even though they were accustomed to this reality, they still had a feeling of self-esteem being whipped when they saw that Ye Chong, who had just joined their Seven Xuanzong family just two days after coming to the Sword Shrine, was scarred under Qi Huang's long sword and turned into a bloody person.

This humiliation can be carved into their bones.

The youngest droplet had bitten her lip at some point, and the blood mixed with the tears that had slid down her mouth, dripping into her arms, on the wings of the young flaming sparrow.

The elf-like little flame finch there, in the pupils that were difficult to see in the subtle way, reflected Ye Chong, who was covered in blood, slowly fell to the ground under Qi Huang's sword.

Ye Chong didn't let out a single cry of pain, but after all, he was tortured by this severe pain and fainted.

"Hmph!" Qi Huang looked at Ye Chong, who had already become a bloody man, and withdrew his long sword with satisfaction, and the pleasure of revenge seemed to make him forget the pain in his feet, making his whole body glow red.

His expression at this moment was like a devil in the eyes of everyone in the Seven Xuan Sect.

He panted with his tongue, and from Ye Chong's body, he turned out a blood-stained pouch and dumped all the contents out.

"Blood Spotted Fruit, **** Blood Spotted Fruit!"

He struggled to use his sword scabbard to smash all the blood spots in the ground into a pulp, and watched the juice splash on the dirt and destroy all the blood spots, he was especially not satisfied, and turned his head to the people next to him and said, "Light a fire!

So several torches were thrown at the bamboo house of the people of the Seven Xuanzong at the same time.

The fire was raging, and it was soon ignited, and the light of the fire was reflected on everyone's faces.

Everyone in the Yunfeng Sect was happy, and Qi Huang finally relieved his hatred, and was carried by a person, and left here with a group of Yunfeng Sect disciples.

Shui Xi'er and the others didn't pay attention to the house that would soon burn beyond recognition, they either moved with difficulty, or simply dragged their injured bodies to crawl on the ground, and came to Ye Chong's side.

"Ye Chong!

Shui Xi'er's voice choked, she trembled her hands, ripped off Ye Chong's clothes, and saw his body covered with sword marks.

At this moment, tears were pouring out, and soon blurred her vision, she kept wiping her tears, and then took out the medicine powder she had ground from her own pouch and sprinkled it on Ye Chong's wound.

Jian Ying and the others tore their clothes one after another and bandaged Ye Chong simply.

The flaming finch jumped down from Shui Zhu'er's arms, chirping, and jumped to Ye Chong's side, flapping Ye Chong's face with its uninjured wings.

Ye Chong woke up, he was awakened by the pain of the burning wound of the medicinal powder, he saw Shui Xi'er with tears on his face, and the few companions who looked at him with concern and bandaged their wounds.

At this moment, they all remained silent.

It was a silence that hid all the humiliation and pain in the bottom of my heart.

In the same way, Ye Chong also saw fire in their pupils, two fires of hatred, burning with a fire of dignity.

Ye Chong knew very well that even if Qi Huang successfully took revenge and left today, after the other party's foot injury was healed, he would still retaliate against them again.

The people of the Seven Xuanzong will also remember everything that happened today.

The seeds of hatred have taken root in the hearts of both sides, and cannot be extinguished by a single revenge.

Ye Chong kept the name of Yunfeng Sect firmly in his heart at this moment, he grinned with difficulty, stretched out his hand to wipe the tears of the water beads lying beside him, and then turned his head slightly, looking at the house that had collapsed in the flames.

The remnant sun in the distance was like blood, and it seemed to be the same color as the blazing fire in front of him.