Taichu Yandao: Starting from the Villain

An arm separated from Qi Zhicheng, flew far away and fell on the grass.

As for Qi Zhicheng himself, he was like a kite with a broken string, falling heavily to the ground with a dull sound.

“Ah…ah…” Qi Zhicheng tightly covered his broken arm with his right hand, screamed like a slaughtered pig, and shouted: “Old Five, Old Six, save me, come and save me.”

Not far away, Quan Zhen Yan showed a trace of panic in his eyes and took a few steps back again.

Zhao Rui had already discovered several people lying in ambush halfway up the mountain through his spiritual consciousness. A sneer appeared on his lips, and he let Qi Zhicheng shout.

After about ten breaths, four figures rushed up hurriedly.

All four of them were wearing purple clothes. Two of them were younger, around twenty years old. One was at the ninth level of Qi training, and the other was at the great perfection of Qi training.

The two of them went to the platform and hurriedly helped Qi Zhicheng up, their eyes full of anger.

The other two were slightly older, looked like middle-aged men, both had horse faces, and had reached the state of great perfection in Qi training.

They rushed to Qi Zhicheng, drew their swords, and said, "Do you know the consequences of hurting anyone from our Qi family?"

Another person said, "Fifth brother, why waste time talking to him, just get it done."

"The opponent has a fire spirit root and his magic is very powerful. You guys better be careful." Qi Zhicheng's face turned pale and he tried hard to remind them.

When Qian and Shen saw four people coming up from the other side, they hurried forward to help, but were stopped by Zhao Rui, who said, "Just watch from behind."

"What a big tone!" Qi Laowu's face darkened, and he shook his sword, throwing out two blue sword auras.

At first, it was just the sound of gurgling water, but when the sword energy approached, it was like a surging sea, as if one was in the waves.

Zhao Rui was not at all panicked. He waited until the sword energy came close before he suddenly drew his sword and swung out a crescent-shaped sword energy.

The two sword energies collided, making a loud rumbling sound and stirring up a circle of ripples visible to the naked eye, which rushed in all directions.

Qi Laowu's pupils shrank and he shouted, "Qi Zhicheng, doesn't he have a fire spirit root?"

Qi Zhicheng's face turned pale, and he endured the pain and said, "Don't be arrogant. The other party might be an ascetic monk who is taking the path of building a foundation with dual spiritual roots."

Hearing the word "hardworking monk", the four members of the Qi family all changed color, and Qi Laoliu even said, "Impossible, water and fire are incompatible, what kind of technique can build a foundation under such circumstances."

Qi Zhicheng looked helpless and shouted, "What's impossible? It's right in front of you. Don't speculate at this moment. The other party hurt me so badly with just one move. It's more important to kill him first."

Qi Laowu and Qi Laoliu's faces changed drastically. Only then did they realize the seriousness of the matter. After looking at each other, they said in unison: "Okay! Kill this man first."

As they spoke, their swords crossed and their lips moved rapidly.

In an instant, the weeds around grew wildly and turned into sharp blades, heading straight towards Zhao Rui.

"Hmph!" Zhao Rui snorted coldly, raised his sword finger, moved it slightly, and the flying sword behind him flew out with a whoosh.

The flying sword swept around the weeds like cutting leeks, clearing the scene spotlessly.

Qi Laowu and Qi Laoliu took a deep breath and shouted, "Golden Flying Sword, how is this possible!"

Behind the two, Qi Zhicheng was also shocked and shouted, "Quick, call someone, call the clan leader."

Zhao Rui frowned. He couldn't ignore this. He pointed his sword and ordered, "Go!"

The moment he finished speaking, the flying sword suddenly accelerated, seemingly heading straight for Qi Laowu and Qi Laoliu, but when it got closer it drew an arc and headed straight for Qi Zhicheng who was behind the two.

Seeing the flying sword coming, Qi Zhicheng's pupils dilated and his heart almost jumped out of his throat.

However, the next moment, the flying sword turned again, like threading a needle, and circled the necks of the two young members of the Qi family.

The two heads shot up into the sky, flew high up, and then fell to the ground again.

At the same time, hot blood spurted out from the two headless corpses, splashing all over Qi Zhicheng's face.

"Ah...ah..., devil, you are a devil." Qi Zhicheng screamed.

Seeing the two dead, Zhao Rui's face relaxed. He remembered that it was the Qi family that he met in the Black Wind Sea. If he said that this was a coincidence, no one would believe it. It was impossible for him to let the other party call for help.

At this time, Qi Laowu and Qi Laoliu just reacted. Seeing Zhao Rui's flying sword outside, they immediately drew their swords and killed Zhao Rui.

"In terms of speed, you can be faster than the flying sword!" Zhao Rui sneered, turned the sword finger inward, and commanded the flying sword to turn back suddenly.

Halfway through, the flying sword suddenly split into two, turning into a golden sword and a fire sword.

Qi Laowu and Qi Laoliu felt the murderous intent behind them and had no time to attack.

Qi Laoliu hurriedly took out a talisman and stuck it on himself, and in an instant he was covered with a layer of khaki armor; Qi Laowu crushed the jade pendant around his waist and held up a green light shield.

"Clang! Clang!" A fierce collision sound was heard. The golden sword and the fire sword hit the two men, but failed to break their defense and were bounced back by the recoil force.

However, Qi Laoliu was not feeling well. His face was flushed and he looked painful.

Qi Laowu was relatively better off, and hurriedly said, "Daoyou, the Qi family has a foundation-building ancestor in charge, do we really have to fight to the death?"

Zhao Rui was speechless and said, "I have already killed both of you. Do you think I am a fool?"

Qi Laowu and Qi Laoliu's faces froze. Seeing there was no room for maneuver, they glanced at each other and attacked again together.

In an instant, Qi Laoliu's whole body turned brown, as if covered with a layer of old tree bark. When Zhao Rui's flying sword fell again, he stepped forward and faced the sharp flying sword.

As for Qi Laowu, he threw the sword in his hand into the sky and quickly made hand gestures.

The sound of gurgling water was heard, and countless water droplets suddenly appeared in the sky. After condensing into the size of grapes, they all gathered towards the sword and turned into a water dragon, heading straight for Zhao Rui's front.

At the critical moment, Shen Chenqing rushed to Zhao Rui, stuck all kinds of talismans on his body like they were free, and held up a colorful magic shield.

On the other side, Qian Xiaoyi also threw out a stack of talismans, and at once fireballs, ice cones, lightsabers, and flying knives all rushed towards Qi Laowu.

Qi Laowu looked depressed and shouted loudly: "Sixth brother, it's up to you. Only by killing this man can we survive."

"Hurry up, damn it. I can't hold it anymore." Qi Laoliu cursed while facing the various talismans thrown by Qian Xiaoyi.

This scene moved Zhao Rui deeply. He grabbed Shen Chenqing's hand, pulled him behind him, and scolded him, "You are only at the fifth level of Qi training. Why are you joining in the fun? Leave these to me!"

Shen Chenqing originally looked ready to die, but in an instant his face turned red, his eyes moistened, and he wondered: "Master Zhao really cares about me this much?"

But the next moment, she felt herself losing balance and fell to the ground.

"Zhao Rui, I will make you regret this in the future..." Shen Chenqing was so angry that she vomited blood.

Zhao Rui was completely unaware of this. His face was solemn and he was concentrating on controlling the flying sword.

In the sky, the two flying swords that originally attacked Qi Laoliu instantly split into four, and then four into eight, spreading in all directions like cell fission.

Most of the golden flying swords, like young swallows flying into the forest, pierced into the water dragon's body one after another.

In a short while, the whole water dragon became like a hedgehog.

"Bang!" The water dragon couldn't bear the weight and fell in front of Zhao Rui. With an unwilling wail, it disintegrated into a stream of water and scattered everywhere.

And those fire swords rushed towards Qi Laoliu like bombs and exploded.

A raging fire started, and Qi Laoliu soon turned into a fire man, with his shrill screams resounding through the sky.

When Qi Laowu saw this scene, he was immediately frightened and turned around and ran away like a stray dog.

But how could his speed be faster than the flying sword? The golden sword circled around his head, and his head was separated from his body.

The corpse stumbled forward seven or eight steps, and then fell with a thud right next to Qi Zhicheng.

Qi Zhicheng's eyes were red with anger, and his crotch immediately became wet.

Zhao Rui walked slowly to Qi Zhicheng and asked, "Do you know anything about the Tianqing Sect?"

Qi Zhicheng trembled all over and said, "I don't know... the mole... the mole knows."

"Why did you, the Qi family, ambush us?"

"We...the genius of the Qi family died in the Black Wind Sea. Drilling Rat said he knew who had clues, so we came here. Yes, if you ask Drilling Rat, he knows everything. It was all his idea."

"It seems like I've been targeted for a long time!" Zhao Rui frowned, his eyes full of ferocity.

Qi Zhicheng's face changed drastically, and he begged, "Daoyou... please don't kill me. Tell the Qi family, they will use a lot of spirit stones to redeem me."

"Are you so valuable? I see that your Qi family has many Qi cultivators! What realm is your clan leader in?"

"I am different from ordinary concubines. My father is the great-grandson of my mother, and he loves me the most." Qi Zhicheng was afraid that the other party would not understand, so he added: "My grandfather is the head of the clan, and he is a cultivator in the foundation-building stage."

"In that case, they might actually use spirit stones to redeem you."

A glimmer of hope rose on Qi Zhicheng's frightened face, and he hurriedly said, "It will definitely happen..."

"Then I can't let you stay!" Zhao Rui suddenly attacked, swung out a sword energy, and went straight to Qi Zhicheng's heart.

Qi Zhicheng's eyes were about to burst, and his face was full of disbelief.

I can exchange it for a lot of spirit stones, why does the other party want to kill me?

I am the great-great-grandson of the Qi family's ancestor, how can...

Reluctantly, Qi Zhicheng's pupils gradually dilated and he fell silent.

Among the five cultivators of the Qi family, four had reached the great perfection of Qi training, but they all died under Zhao Rui's sword in just two or three rounds. Such terrifying combat power was far beyond the level of cultivators in the Qi training stage.

Quanzhen Yan had sensed danger long ago. He moved carefully and while the two sides were fighting, he escaped to a small path.

He let out a long breath and just as he took out a teleportation talisman from his sleeve, a voice suddenly sounded behind him: "Fellow Daoist Quan, where are you going?"