70: Chapter 70 Which of you will die first?

The duanshui sword flew out of Mo Xiaochuan's hand, heading straight for Gu Changfeng.

Gu Changfeng hurriedly released his long sword to block it.

The two swords collided, sending a numbing sensation through Gu Changfeng's right arm and forcing him back five or six steps.

As soon as he steadied himself, Mo Xiaochuan charged toward him.

"Attack together!"

Not daring to clash head-on with Mo Xiaochuan again, Gu Changfeng immediately ordered several Elders to surround him.

Several Flying Swords attacked from different directions.

Mo Xiaochuan had rarely fought with Cultivators before.

Fortunately, Qingli had taught him a few simple sword techniques.

However, with several Flying Swords attacking from different directions simultaneously, he didn't know which one to block first for a moment, and could only wave the duanshui sword to protect his front.

The several Elders quickly noticed this.

Although the person in front of them had a high cultivation level, he lacked any real method or discipline in his fighting.

Two of them entangled Mo Xiaochuan from the front while another Elder rushed up from the side, thrusting a sword toward his chest.

By the time Mo Xiaochuan noticed, it was too late to completely dodge, so he could only twist his body.

The long sword stabbed straight into his waist.

That Elder felt a surge of joy and was just about to pull out his sword and retreat when Mo Xiaochuan grabbed his wrist.

He struggled hard a few times, but couldn't break free at all.

Ignoring the wound at his waist, Mo Xiaochuan raised the duanshui sword and slashed directly at him.

That Elder fell to the ground, not even having time to let out a single scream.

Mo Xiaochuan pulled out the long sword embedded in his waist and casually tossed it aside.

Fresh blood quickly stained his clothes red.

The remaining Elders didn't expect him to dare continue moving forward after being injured, and for a moment none of them dared to get too close.

Mo Xiaochuan raised a finger, and the duanshui sword flew out once more.

Another Elder hurriedly released his Flying Sword to block it.

The moment the two swords collided, his Flying Sword snapped right down the middle.

But the duanshui sword didn't stop, piercing straight through his chest.

That Elder lowered his head to glance at his chest, then collapsed onto the stone steps.

In the blink of an eye, two Elders of the Baihe Sect were already dead.

The remaining people did not dare to get close anymore and could only stand from a distance, controlling their Flying Swords to attack Mo Xiaochuan.

Taking advantage of Mo Xiaochuan blocking the Flying Swords, Gu Changfeng thrust his sword from behind.

Hearing the sound, Mo Xiaochuan hurriedly sidestepped.

The blade grazed past his chest.

Failing his strike, Gu Changfeng immediately retreated.

Mo Xiaochuan turned around and grabbed his wrist.

Gu Changfeng struggled fiercely, but couldn't pull his hand back no matter what.

Mo Xiaochuan raised his left hand and struck him squarely in the chest with a palm strike.

Gu Changfeng flew backward, crashing heavily onto the stone steps, and opened his mouth to vomit a mouthful of blood.

"Sect Master!"

The remaining Elders hurriedly retreated to Gu Changfeng's side.

Holding his chest, Gu Changfeng stood up from the ground.

Blood was still flowing from Mo Xiaochuan's waist, yet he didn't stop.

He gripped the duanshui sword once more and walked toward them.

Seeing him approach, the remaining Elders released their Flying Swords again.

Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, Gu Changfeng hoisted his sword and rushed forward to surround him with the others.

Mo Xiaochuan swung the duanshui sword, deflecting the two long swords flying toward him.

Just as the two sides clashed again, Duan Qingfeng rushed over from behind.

His nose was still bleeding; upon seeing the two Elders lying on the ground and realizing Gu Changfeng was injured, his expression changed drastically.

Mo Xiaochuan was busy blocking several Flying Swords and hadn't noticed him.

Without making a sound, Duan Qingfeng gripped his long sword, circled behind Mo Xiaochuan, and thrust fiercely.

By the time Mo Xiaochuan heard the commotion, it was already too late.

The long sword stabbed straight into his right shoulder.

Mo Xiaochuan's body lurched forward, and he spun around, slashing out with the duanshui sword.

Duan Qingfeng hurriedly pulled out his sword and retreated.

Only then did Mo Xiaochuan see clearly that the person who ambushed him was missing a piece of his nose, and his face was stained with blood.

"Qingfeng, watch out!"

Gu Changfeng shouted from behind.

Hearing this name, Mo Xiaochuan snapped his gaze toward Duan Qingfeng.

"You are Duan Qingfeng?"

Duan Qingfeng didn't answer, but took a step back.

"Did you kill my dad?"

Duan Qingfeng retreated to Gu Changfeng's side.

"You are that old bastard's son?"

The hand holding the duanshui sword tightened abruptly, and Mo Xiaochuan charged straight at Duan Qingfeng.

Gu Changfeng and the remaining Elders hurriedly stepped in to block him.

Mo Xiaochuan swung his sword to knock away the incoming Flying Swords, continuing his charge toward Duan Qingfeng.

Duan Qingfeng's expression changed, and he turned and ran.

Right at this moment, six Mo family Disciples wearing Baihe Sect garments also secretly arrived at the stone prison.

The commotion outside was growing louder; one of the guards had already rushed out, leaving only a single person guarding the stone prison.

The six of them joined forces to kill him, found the keys on him, and unlocked the iron chains on Nannan and Xiao Niuzi.

Seeing them, Nannan hurriedly asked:

"Why are you all here?"

"After the Xuanyang Sect was breached, the Baihe Sect brought us over."

One of them took off his outer garment and draped it over Nannan.

"Uncle Xiaochuan has already broken in and is fighting the Baihe Sect people up front."

Upon hearing this, Nannan immediately supported Xiao Niuzi.

"Can you still walk?"

Xiao Niuzi wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

"I can."

"Let's go help Brother Xiaochuan."

The group left the stone prison and hurried toward the direction from which the sounds of fighting were coming.

When they reached the vicinity of the stone steps, dozens of Baihe Sect Disciples had already surrounded Mo Xiaochuan in the center.

Numerous corpses lay scattered haphazardly across the ground.

"Brother Xiaochuan!"

Hearing the voice, Mo Xiaochuan turned his head to look.

Seeing that Nannan and Xiao Niuzi had escaped, he finally felt a wave of relief.

"Don't come over!"

But Nannan had already picked up a long sword from the ground and charged toward the Baihe Sect Disciples surrounding the outer perimeter.

Xiao Niuzi's injuries were severe, making his steps somewhat unsteady, yet he pushed away the two people supporting him.

"Go help Brother Xiaochuan."

After Nannan and the six Mo family Disciples joined the fray, the stone steps descended into total chaos.

Baihe Sect Disciples continuously rushed over from all directions, and the sounds of slaughter filled the air.

Xiao Niuzi was too heavily injured and could only lean against the stone wall, striking out only when someone rushed close.

Mo Xiaochuan, however, kept his eyes locked on Duan Qingfeng.

Duan Qingfeng tried several times to hide behind the crowd, but was forced back each time by the duanshui sword.

The duanshui sword first pierced through his thigh, and then stabbed into his right chest.

Mo Xiaochuan deliberately avoided his heart.

Duan Qingfeng collapsed at the bottom of the stone steps, unable to stand up ever again.

Mo Xiaochuan did not continue to kill him, turning instead to charge at the others.

After being injured, Gu Changfeng did not dare to get too close to Mo Xiaochuan anymore, hiding instead behind several Elders and numerous Disciples.

Yet the people surrounding Mo Xiaochuan continued to dwindle.

The remaining Elders fell one after another, and ordinary Baihe Sect Disciples died in batches.

This slaughter continued for an entire night.

When the edge of the sky just began to show a hint of pale morning light, the last few Baihe Sect Disciples also collapsed near the mountain gate.

The entire Baihe Sect finally grew quiet.

Mo Xiaochuan's clothes had long been soaked through with blood, and the wounds at his waist and right shoulder were still bleeding.

The hand holding the duanshui sword trembled slightly, and his steps began to feel somewhat unsteady.

Nannan was in no better shape; the outer garment draped over her was stained with blood, and the long sword in her hand had its blade notched and dulled.

Xiao Niuzi leaned against the stone wall, covered in blood, able only to sit there and gasp heavily for breath.

The six Mo family Disciples were also all injured, with two of them supporting each other, while another could no longer lift his left arm.

Among the corpses littering the ground, only Gu Changfeng and Duan Qingfeng remained alive.

Gu Changfeng stood on the stone steps grasping his long sword, his clothes torn in several places as he breathed heavily.

Duan Qingfeng lay at the bottom of the stone steps, dragging his crippled leg as he inched backward bit by bit.

Carrying the duanshui sword, Mo Xiaochuan walked up in front of the two of them.

"Now, only the two of you are left in the Baihe Sect."

"Which of you two will die first?"