On the solitary mountain peak, a dozen figures stood facing the wind, looking at a huge manor built against the mountain below.
"Reporting to the Shangzong, below is Zhujian Villa." Yuan Qiuyue pointed to the Villa halfway up the mountain.
Zhou Qingshu's eyes showed a trace of impatience, but after experiencing so many things, his temperament was tempered and he became a little calmer. He nodded: "They are the family named Mo?"
"Yes, Your Majesty, after many investigations by our Jianmen, we found that the Mo family of Zhujian Villa was founded three hundred years ago. They were not originally from the Zhao Kingdom, but moved in from other places. As for its roots, it is impossible to find out, but it can be concluded that their family
He once stayed briefly in Wei, Jin, and Yan, and then moved to Zhao three hundred years ago and founded the Sword Making Villa in Jiangzhou. It is said that their family owns an ancestral spiritual map, called the Four Spirits Map.
It is named after the four spiritual beasts drawn on it, which contain four sets of sword techniques, and are their inheritance."
"Four Spirits Picture, Four Spirits Picture..." Zhou Qingshu murmured softly, raised his head and asked: "Do you know what kind of Four Spirits Picture it is?"
Yuan Qiuyue shook her head slightly: "Back to the Sect, the Four Spirits Picture is an inheritance of the Mo family's bloodline. No one except the direct bloodline has really seen it, and it is just a rumor that there are four spirit beasts drawn in it."
"Since you're not sure, bring it over and take a look." Zhou Qingshu waved his hand lightly: "Let's go."
Zhujian Villa has been established for more than 300 years. It has experienced countless ups and downs and been besieged and attacked several times. The most recent one happened half a year ago, but it has always stood firm in the end. And today, it once again ushered in
A group of uninvited guests, compared to the previous siege of tens of thousands of people, there were only a dozen people this time, but these dozen people were more threatening than the siege of tens of thousands of people, because these people were beyond the scope of ordinary people.
The weakest one is equivalent to the sword master in the secular world!
More than a dozen sword lights descended directly from the top of the mountain and fell into the martial arts arena in the center of the villa.
"Who?"
"Flying with a sword? It's the Sword Master!"
"Why are there so many sword masters?"
The ostentatious performance of more than a dozen people immediately alarmed the young disciples of the Mo family who were practicing swordsmanship in the martial arts arena. They were nervous, fearful, and a little excited. After all, the sword master is the highest goal in the heart of every secular spiritual swordsman, and it is very rare to see one.
Yes, so many appeared all at once today!
Zhou Qingshu glanced coldly at the children of the Mo family who were standing far away and wanted to get close but did not dare to get close. There was a trace of disdain and contempt in his eyes. His eyes were like looking at a group of uncivilized mountain monkeys.
"Where is your village owner? We are members of Wuchenya Xinjian Sect. We have something important to come to visit." Yuan Qiuyue is a woman after all, so she said it tactfully.
Many Mo family disciples’ eyes were shining, Wuchen Cliff! One of the three holy places in the heart of Zhao Guoling Sword Master!
Not far away, several figures quickly passed over, followed by a large number of mountain villa guards. Apparently, the actions of Zhou Qingshu and others had alarmed everyone in the mountain.
Several senior officials of Zhujian Villa, headed by Mo Tian, stood dozens of feet away from Zhou Qingshu and others, staring warily at these uninvited guests falling from the sky.
"Don't ask me, the current owner of the Sword Making Villa. I have met all the immortal elders. I wonder why the immortal elders came to my Sword Forging Villa?" Mo Tian clasped his fists in the distance.
Zhou Qingshu raised his chin: "Are you the owner of this place?"
"That's right." Mo Tian nodded.
"Okay, bring the Four Spirits Picture to you immediately!" Zhou Qingshu flicked his sleeves, as if he was asking a child to serve tea in a restaurant.
Mo Tian's face changed, Mo Xu behind him, Mo Yu and others also looked a little ugly. The Four Spirit Map is the foundation of their Sword Forging Villa, and only the previous owners of the village are qualified to hold it. This week Qingshu asked for the Mo family's money as soon as he came up
I don’t know if it’s because of arrogance or confidence, or maybe both.
"Your Excellency, the Four Spirits Diagram is an inheritance of my Mo family's bloodline. People who are not direct blood relatives of this family cannot look at each other." Mo Tian said in a deep voice.
Zhou Qingshu's eyes turned cold: "I asked you to bring the Four Spirit Pictures! Didn't you hear?"
"Your Mightiness……"
"Shut up! My patience is limited. Before I change my mind, bring the Four Spirit Maps immediately!" Zhou Qingshu interrupted Mo Tian's words unceremoniously. His words were filled with a cold chill. At the same time, he was a spiritual sword in the late stage of Jianmai.
The teacher's aura was also released.
All the children of the Mo family changed their colors in the entire martial arts performance venue. The late stage of Sword Meridian was too far away for them, just like a three-year-old child facing a two-foot-two giant! The power of spiritual pressure almost made them kneel on the spot.
As the person involved, Mo Tian directly suffered most of the spiritual pressure. The color on his face immediately faded, and his whole body trembled slightly.
Resisting the huge pressure from the outside world, Mo Tian gritted his teeth and said: "Your Excellency, I have passed the Four Spirit Diagrams to my son, the young owner of the villa. My son went to the misty swamp outside Wuguang City more than two months ago.
Still haven’t returned yet…”
Zhou Qingshu had no interest in listening, and his face suddenly darkened: "You mean the Four Spirits Map is not here?"
Mo Tian nodded in agreement.
"Asshole! Are you kidding me? How can someone take something so important to such a dangerous place?!" Zhou Qingshu shouted angrily, and all his spiritual pressure suddenly gathered into one force and hit Mo Tian.
Mo Tian groaned, and his body flew out like a broken sack, until he fell several feet away.
"Master!" Mo Yu and others were shocked and hurriedly stepped forward to help Mo Tian up.
Mo Tian's face was like gold paper, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
"How could it be such a coincidence? But I'm here, and the spiritual map is not here!" Zhou Qingshu was a little crazy. He finally asked his grandfather for this trip. If he failed, he wouldn't even know how to go back.
How to explain!
"Young Sect Master, these people may not want to give up the spiritual map, so they made up a lie to deceive us." A middle-aged spiritual sword master from the Wuwei Sword Sect interrupted.
Zhou Qingshu's eyes suddenly turned cold and he stared at Mo Tian and others coldly.
"Everyone, our village owner did not lie. The spiritual map was indeed handed over to the young village owner by the village owner." Mo Yu stood up and told several people bravely.
"Whether it is a lie can only be known after investigation." The middle-aged spirit sword master smiled coldly and looked at Zhou Qingshu: "Young Sect Leader, why waste your time with these ants and lowly people? Everything is clear with the soul-searching technique."
Yuan Qiuyue frowned, a trace of unbearability flashed in her eyes, but in the end she didn't say anything and stood quietly aside.
"Senior Sister, isn't it good to use soul-searching techniques on these worldly people?" Next to him, a young female disciple from the Heart Sword Sect carefully transmitted a message to Yuan Qiuyue.
Yuan Qiuyue glared at her: "Don't worry about it if it's not your business! The Sect has its own opinions on everything."
The female disciple shrank her head and did not dare to say anything more.
Yuan Qiuyue sighed softly in her heart. Fortunately, she didn't bring Xiyun with her. Otherwise, with that girl's style, she would definitely contradict Zhou Qingshu again.
"Search for souls! Search for souls immediately!" Zhou Qingshu gritted his teeth and issued the order.
"Yes, Young Sect Master."
The middle-aged spirit sword master responded and was about to step forward when he was stopped by Zhou Qingshu: "Wait a minute, I will come in person!"
"What are you going to do?"
Although Mo Yu and others didn't understand what these people meant, their tone didn't sound like a good thing, and they looked at Zhou Qingshu who was approaching with vigilance.
"Get away!" Zhou Qingshu waved his hand and swept out a huge force, knocking Mo Yu and others away. Several high-level spirit sword masters were unable to resist in front of him.
"What do you want, sir?" Mo Tianqiang half sat on the ground with his body propped up, staring closely at Zhou Qingshu.
Zhou Qingshu walked slowly to Mo Tian and sneered: "You'll know later."
Sairan stretched out a hand and pressed it directly on the top of Mo Tian's head. After a few breaths, Mo Tian's whole body was shaken, his whole body was shaking violently, the muscles on his face were twitching extremely, and his bloodshot eyes almost burst out of their sockets!
Zhou Qingshu closed his eyes tightly, with a look of concentration on his face, as if he was thinking about some important issue.
Ten breaths later, Mo Tian's body suddenly trembled, the two faint divine lights in his eyes suddenly disappeared, and his body stopped trembling.
Zhou Qingshu opened his eyes suddenly and said angrily: "My soul exploded! My soul exploded! Damn it! It was just a little bit close!"
"Young Sect Master? What happened?" The middle-aged spiritual sword master of the Wuwei Sect asked quickly.
Zhou Qingshu had a dark face and said bitterly: "There is a kind of restriction in his bloodline, which is automatically triggered when I search for the soul, and the soul will self-destruct."
The middle-aged spirit sword master was first surprised and then delighted: "To be able to set up such a mysterious restriction in the bloodline, this Sword Forging Villa is not simple! The Four Spirit Maps are probably the target we are looking for!"
Zhou Qingshu threw Mo Tian's body away, took out a handkerchief from his sword pouch and wiped his palms with an unlucky look: "Search for the souls of these people too! We must find the whereabouts of the spirit map!"
"The owner of the village!"
Seeing Mo Tian fall to the ground lifelessly, Mo Yu and others screamed loudly.
Mo Xu was not as grief-stricken as the others, but with a livid face, he shouted loudly: "All the children of the villa, listen to the order! The villa is attacked by a powerful enemy! Escape from the villa immediately! No mistakes!"
"Damn old guy!" Zhou Qingshu's expression changed, and a sword energy shot out, piercing Mo Xu's chest with a bloody hole as big as the mouth of a bowl, and his internal organs were completely minced.
But it was still too late. Mo Xu's voice had already spread throughout the villa. As a seventh-level spiritual sword master, it was very easy for his voice to be spread several miles away.
Mo Yu and others finally understood Mo Xu's intentions. They clearly saw the inevitable death situation today, so they warned everyone in advance to escape. If they could escape, they would leave some seeds for the Mo family of Sword Making Villa. Therefore.
Following Mo Xu, several people also immediately loudly ordered all the disciples of the villa to flee!
"Damn it! Damn it all!" Zhou Qingshu cursed loudly and ordered to the many spirit sword masters behind him: "Immediately kill the people in the Sword Making Villa! Catch all the spirit sword masters who raise swords above the sixth floor here, and leave no one alive.
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The disciples of the Wuwei Sect did not hesitate at all, and immediately took the order and left, driving the sword light to fly in all directions of the villa. Several representative disciples of the Heart Sword Sect and the Light Sword Sect hesitated slightly, and then left.dd