You Have Science, I Have Martial Arts Chapter 126 - 113: Blood Runs Hot When Enemies Meet

"Wake up!"

Ye Qingzhou shouted fiercely, simultaneously wielding his Heart Sword to cut away the evil thoughts clouding their minds.

Once the evil thoughts were removed, the two’s consciousness instantly cleared, and they were startled.

"What happened to just now?"

"Why did I want to kill Miao Yi, that dirty dog?"

"Damn, who are you calling a dirty dog?"

A black-red invisible evil Qi began to erode their minds again, infinitely amplifying the negative emotions in their hearts.

The original small disputes and disagreents were like piles of gunpowder, ignited by a single word, exploding at a touch.

Zheng~

Flying Frost unsheathed, casting cold light in all directions, illuminating the space within five zhang.

Under the sword’s light, Leon and Miao Yi cald down again, feeling chills: "What on earth is happening?"

"This is too strange, how did we fall into this trap?"

"Is it possible that we’ve been poisoned?"

This power targeting the mind is incredibly mysterious, making it impossible to guard against.

And the unknown often ans fear.

The two then looked at Ye Qingzhou, Xu Yuebing, and Zhu Jinfeng: "Why are you guys okay?"

Ye Qingzhou and Xu Yuebing practiced the Heart Sword Secret Technique, thereby honing their mind daily, making them highly resistant to attacks like Spiritual Illusion Techniques.

As for Zhu Jinfeng, she also cultivated a high-quality Heart thod, possessing the Celestial Phoenix True Spirit, so such mind-targeted attacks were equally ineffective against her.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

All around the five of them, venomous and sinister roars echoed, the soundwaves escalating into a raging tide, surging forth.

"It’s the Sword Ghosts!"

"Everyone be careful, these Sword Ghosts are completely made out of Primordial Qi, but they are real until destroyed."

"How can there be so many?"

The Sword Ghosts before them wore the garnts of Sword Sect disciples, their forms resembling dried corpses, with vacant eye sockets replaced by two clusters of bloodthirsty red light.

They should be Sword Sect disciples who died here, transford by resentnt and obsession, using Primordial Qi as their vessel, endlessly unkillable and indestructible.

Low Tier Sword Ghosts approximately possess the strength of Elite Level Martial Arts Apprentices, but their numbers are vast, numbering in the hundreds, surrounding them from all directions, filling the entire street.

Among them, a few Mid-Tier Sword Ghosts were extraordinarily large, emanating Primordial Qi waves with an intensity reaching Genius Level.

Zhu Jinfeng wielded her Danchi Sword, continuously slaying over ten Low Tier Sword Ghosts, yet it was futile; Sword Ghosts are made of Primordial Qi, and their core of resentnt and obsession is inexhaustible.

Xu Yuebing’s Floating Snow Sword discharged several Frost Sword Qi, using the Martial Technique Snow Walking, making the ground slick with ice, causing nurous charging Sword Ghosts to tumble.

Zhu Jinfeng took the opportunity to move forward and finish them, striking with one sword, flas accompanying.

The duo of ice and fire worked in perfect harmony, severely damaging a large number of Sword Ghosts in an instant.

Yet even so, they were unable to turn the tide of battle, barely being able to sowhat restrain the enemy’s assault, rely clinging to life.

Xu Yuebing was anxious: "There are too many; we can’t hold out much longer. We must break out quickly!"

At this mont, Leon and Miao Yi were also back-to-back, struggling to fend off the tide-like onslaught of enemies.

"Master Ye, should we escape?"

"There’s no need."

Ye Qingzhou finished gathering his strength, his figure rising into the air, Sword Qi transforming into a sky full of thunder light.

Bathed in thunder, Ye Qingzhou at this mont seed like a divine spirit descending, for the first ti displaying the mastery level power of Thunderous Realm: "This sword is nad Jingzhe."

Thunderous, Divine Power, Jingzhe!

This is the thunder of Divine Power!

Rumble~

With a single slash, Thunder Punishnt descended from the heavens, sweeping away all evils, restoring the brightness of the world.

Thunder light swept across the eight directions, with hundreds of Sword Ghosts falling like harvested wheat, even the Mid-Tier Sword Ghosts sneaking to make a surprise move were unable to draw their swords before being completely obliterated by Ye Qingzhou’s Divine Power Sword.

The resentnt and obsession were severed, and the ghost bodies ford by Primordial Qi dissipated into smoke.

Ye Qingzhou landed gracefully, sheathing his sword: "Let’s move on. The Sword Ghosts here will likely gather again in about a quarter of an hour."

"Damn, Master Ye, you couldn’t get rid of them entirely?"

Ye Qingzhou shook his head: "Without eliminating the source, no matter how many are slain, it’s all futile. However, they seem to be trapped here by an array, so we just need to leave."

The group then resud their journey, continuing deeper into the forbidden area.

It seed that due to the increasing danger, few people had ventured here, allowing the five to reap rich rewards through exploration—cultivation techniques, pills, and even various odd treasures, they collected many.

"Wait, it seems like soone has been here before?"

Miao Yi held his Miao Blade and found several footprints on the ground: "The other party should have just left not long ago."

Undoubtedly, they were not the only rebellious students; other martial arts prodigies had also ventured deeper into the forbidden area.

......

At this mont, deep in the Sword Sect Secret Realm.

Four giant swords—cyan, red, black, and white—stood like celestial pillars at the four cardinal points, each sword engraved with the patterns of the Four Holy Spirits True Spirits.

Cyan Dragon Sword, arrayed in the east.

Vermilion Bird Sword, arrayed in the south.

Black Tortoise Sword, arrayed in the north.

White Tiger Sword, arrayed in the west.

The Four Saints Sealing Evil Array is usually used by the Sword Sect to suppress formidable evil demons.

And yet, at this mont, at the center of the array, a middle-aged man in wide-sleeved robes was confined, his brows like swords, bearing an elegant deanor, looking unlike a villain.