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Sacrificial Artifact System: From Bell-ringer to the Ancestral Patriarch of the Sect novel Chapter 25

Chapter 25 - 25 Innate

"Enemy attack."

He immediately let out a light shout.

The other seven Inner Sect Disciples, who were resting in various positions, suddenly heard Li Qian's warning and all reacted.

Pupupu...

The sound of sharp arrows being shot continued.

Ah...

Someone groaned in pain, then angrily shouted: "I've been shot... Damn it, the arrow is poisoned..."

Everyone's heart chilled.

A nighttime attack.

They used crossbows and even smeared poison on the arrows... These attackers were definitely not simple.

At this moment, except for the lights in the courtyard, the surroundings were pitch black.

It was unknown how many enemies there were.

Li Qian had already drawn his sword.

Under his gaze, several shadows leaped down from the rooftop.

Suddenly, a figure charged straight towards Li Qian with fierce blade light ripping through the darkness.

Li Qian narrowed his eyes and instantly activated the Chen Bell Sound.

Accompanying the sound of a bell, it transformed into a psychic attack, striking the opponent, causing an instant effect.

However, being too far from the Chen Bell itself, the attack formed by the bell sound was not strong, only slightly disturbing.

Even so, it was enough to give Li Qian a significant initial advantage.

He lifted his sword, his Inner Qi burst forth, the sword light flowing, slashing across the opponent's throat.

The man immediately clutched his throat, his long knife falling to the ground. He convulsed while gurgling, his body twitching as he collapsed.

At that moment, a sword light suddenly stabbed from the side.

Li Qian's body was covered with a Protective Gang Qi, and the sword light, as if hitting a layer of cowhide, did not pierce through but instead slid to the side.

He took advantage of the situation to counter-stab the sword into that person's chest.

Within less than a breath, two enemies were killed by Li Qian's sword.

The entire courtyard had descended into melee.

"Quick, everyone, regroup towards me."

Senior Sister Ji shouted loudly.

Thus, the others fought and retreated towards where Senior Sister Ji was.

Senior Sister Ji was the strongest among them and became the pillar in such a chaotic battle.

After regrouping, they finally ended the scenario of fighting individually.

Almost everyone was injured.

The most severe was Inner Sect Disciple Wang Xiangyu, who was shot in the shoulder and looked pale, already sitting on the ground against the wall, apparently in bad condition.

Li Qian finally could see the number of enemies.

There were about seventeen or eighteen people in the courtyard.

There were also several on the rooftop, holding repeating crossbows.

At this moment, they stopped their assault, encircling Li Qian and the others tightly.

Such commotion had long awakened the resting members of the merchant convoy.

But no one dared to come out, all hiding inside their rooms.

Swoosh!

A figure jumped down from the rooftop.

It was a big man in black clothing and a masked face, holding a huge ghost-headed sabre, emitting a terrifying aura.

"You should know, we have shown mercy. Now watch from the side, we will take the items and leave, and all will be well."

The cold gaze of the black-clothed, masked man swept over the seven, his voice stern as he spoke.

"Wishful thinking, letting you take the items, where would the Divine Sword Sect's honor stand?"

Senior Sister Ji shook her long sword in her hand, pointing it at the black-clothed, masked man, and coldly huffed.

Although she didn't know what the Yongcheng merchant convoy was transporting to attract so many enemies?

These enemies were all formidable.

Equivalent to having an elder as her backing.

"Hmph, I gave her a chance, but unfortunately, she did not cherish it, so you all can go to die."

The black-clothed masked man sneered.

In his life, he most despised these prestigious sect disciples, self-entitled and extremely arrogant, truly thinking the martial world was a playground?

"Attack, kill them all."

Saying that, he waved his hand, and numerous subordinates rushed forward.

Those standing on the rooftops also took the opportunity to shoot crossbow arrows.

In an instant, everyone was trapped in a desperate situation.

Li Qian waved his sword continuously, blocking the incoming crossbow arrows, but he also had to guard against the fierce attacks of the enemies at close range.

He could only stimulate his Inner Qi, using the Sacrificial Artifact Chen Bell to form a protective shield, fending off the sneak arrow attacks.

But the consumption rate of Inner Qi was too fast.

Suddenly, Li Qian felt a chill on his back, startled, he involuntarily glanced, only to see that the black-clothed masked man holding the ghost-headed broadsword was looking towards him.

Clearly, his performance had caught this man's attention.

Compared to the other Inner Sect Disciples, Li Qian was faring much better, not only blocking all attacks but also able to counterattack and injure the enemy.

"Tsks, didn't expect the Divine Sword Sect to dispatch two elite disciples."

The black-clothed masked man sneered, immediately prepared to take action himself.

But just then, a cold snort came from outside in the darkness, "How bold, daring to injure my Divine Sword Sect disciples."

Following that, a figure like a nightingale flew out from the night sky, sword lights blossomed forth, like fireworks filling the sky, dazzling and resplendent.

These Sword Qi hit the men in black, piercing through and leaving blood holes.

In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen black-clothed men surrounding Li Qian and the other Inner Sect Disciples all fell dead.

"Innate..."

Even that strongest black-clothed masked man couldn't withstand a single Sword Qi, directly pierced from the top of his head, blood spurted out awfully from his head.

His eyeballs bulged, and his mouth spit out two unclear words.

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