Xuanxia

Chapter 153 Confidence
On the other side, Hua Wuying was half-kneeling on the ground with his swords supporting his body, gasping for breath, holding an iron sword in his left hand and a heavy sword in his right hand.

In front of him, two tall monks, one lying on the ground and the other half-kneeling.

The monk who fell to the ground had a deep wound on his chest that was so deep that the bone could be seen. His ribs were broken and his internal organs were chopped off. He was already dead. The monk who was half-kneeling had a broken arm and his neck was bent at a terrible angle. Although he was still breathing, he was no different from dead.

“So tired… so tired…”

Hua Wuying muttered to himself and tried to draw his sword and stand up many times, but he couldn't do it no matter what.

The strength of these two monks was only slightly weaker than his, and they combined to overwhelm him. If it weren't for his defensive swordsmanship, anyone else would have been hacked to death. Only he was able to fight back in desperate situations.

He looked at the two monks in front of him, his eyes full of apology and bitterness.

“Why do you do evil things and why do you kill people?”

He said in a bitter voice: "If you choose to be a good person, you won't be killed by me..."

At this moment, a heart-wrenching cry suddenly came from a distance.

"Help! Help!"

Hua Wuying was surprised at first, then he was happy.

"This is not Brother Fu's voice. Could it be that he has succeeded? But..."

A hint of doubt flashed across his face again: "If he had captured someone, he shouldn't have let Fachen cry for help."

After thinking for a moment, Hua Wuying clenched his teeth, the veins on his hands holding the hilt of the sword bulged, and he supported himself and stood up little by little.

Just then, a voice suddenly came from behind him.

"The young leader of the Wulin Alliance is indeed extraordinary."

Hua Wuying was stunned and turned around slightly.

I saw a man in black standing behind me. Judging from his shape, posture, and tone of voice, he was exactly the same as Fachen whom I had seen before.

However, the man in black had an extremely fierce and cruel look in his eyes when he heard the cry for help.

"Fa Chen?"

Hua Wuying turned his head slightly, the cry for help from afar still continued.

Looking further ahead, there is another Dharma anger in front of me.

He was smart and reacted immediately: "More than one Fa Chen?!"

"You knew it was too late."

The black-clothed man sneered, "You are now... too weak to fight anymore, right?"

As he spoke, he waved his arms, and several sharp iron claws popped out from his sleeves. His body moved, and he approached like black smoke!

Hua Wuying's pupils shrank suddenly, and he threw away the heavy sword without hesitation and swung the iron sword.

But after a fierce battle with two powerful monks, his physical strength was exhausted, and he swung the sword slowly and lightly, and was unable to resist the iron claws at all.

With a loud bang, the iron sword indeed hit the iron claw, but it was powerless to block it. The iron claw and iron sword hit Hua Wuying's chest together.

But this claw did not penetrate.

The iron claws cut open Hua Wuying's outer coat, revealing the silver soft armor underneath.

"you!"

Fa Chen’s eyes narrowed.

At the same time, Hua Wuying smiled slightly, took a deep breath, and the iron sword spun in his hand, and with a clang, it twisted towards Fachen's wrist!

Fa Chen was startled and wanted to stop, but in just a blink of an eye, the iron sword in Hua Wuying's hand turned into two, two into four, four into eight, and turned into dozens of sword shadows that rushed towards him!

The overwhelming sword shadows made Fa Chen's pupils shrink extremely small. At this moment, he had no way to avoid or retreat.

In less than a breath, his iron claws were twisted into a knot, and his hands were covered in blood.
But when he saw that the sword shadow was about to engulf Fa Chen, Hua Wuying's body suddenly shook.

The hand holding the sword froze in mid-air, veins bulged on the back of the hand, and the five fingers trembled constantly, making it impossible for the iron sword to move forward even a little bit.

The sword shadow dissipated, leaving only the tip of the sword falling in front of Fachen's face.

Fa Chen looked in amazement at the iron sword that was only a hair's breadth away from piercing his forehead. After a moment, he suddenly laughed wildly! "Hahahaha! You have no strength left!"

Hua Wuying clenched his teeth, his ears were filled with mocking sounds, but his body had indeed reached its limit and he didn't even have the strength to move forward.

Fa Chen kicked up with his foot, kicking the iron sword away without any hesitation. Then he jumped up and changed his leg and kicked Hua Wuying again, lashing him like a heavy whip.

He groaned, flew out sideways, and landed in the mud.

The swamp soon showed its ruthless side and gradually began to swallow his hands and feet, and Hua Wuying was no longer able to struggle.

Fa Chen sneered, stopped looking at him, jumped up, and floated towards the distant cry for help.

The quagmire submerged Hua Wuying's body bit by bit, and before he knew it, only his head was left exposed... It wouldn't be long before he would be completely swallowed up.

"Master..."

He smiled bitterly and murmured, "I still haven't learned... don't always do things beyond your ability..."

Having said this, he looked up at the boundless sky, as if he was talking to himself or to someone else.

"I know I was wrong. I will study the sword arts well... I just ask Master... to help them..."

Hua Wuying's voice was very low and soft, and it was obvious that no one could hear it except him.

But miraculously, someone did respond to him.

"No, you still don't know what's wrong."

As the voice sounded, a steady sound of footsteps was heard.

Hua Wuying glanced sideways slightly.

I saw a tall figure blocking the sunlight, standing steadily on the mud, standing beside Hua Wuying.

This is a man who keeps himself very clean. He looks to be around fifty or sixty years old, but his skin does not look old at all. He is dressed in a plain robe, with his hands behind his back, and his long snow-white hair tied up at his waist. Although he has a beard, the white beard is also very neat and clean. The two temperaments of "immortal" and "heroic" are undoubtedly revealed in him.

"Wuying, you just failed this time and are unable to help your friend, so you admit your mistake."

The man looked down at the young man at his feet and said calmly: "This is not true admission of wrongdoing."

Hua Wuying smiled bitterly: "Master..."

This was none other than the leader of the Wulin Alliance, Jiang Baichuan.

The magical thing is that when he appeared, the quagmire seemed to solidify and no longer swallowed Hua Wuying.

"You are my disciple whom I regard as my own."

Jiang Baichuan said calmly: "Of course I will save you, but this should not be your confidence."

"The young master Fu who was traveling with you even knew to buy more things at the Xingyun Chamber of Commerce to make preparations. What about you? You waited with him for an entire night, but you didn't even know to make some preparations for yourself."

"This is your attitude when facing a powerful enemy? Even if it was a letter, Fachen had the ability to quietly send it to you. With your intelligence, you didn't expect that he could steal the letter? Even if you had a backup plan, didn't you know that?"

"No, you just don't care, because you know that the master is watching you, so you have nothing to fear."

He shook his head, his eyes full of disappointment: "Perhaps as a teacher, I should give you a more thorough training."

Hua Wuying saw the meaning in his master's eyes and his mood also dropped.

"sorry."

He whispered, "Master, I'm sorry."

"Just reflect on yourself here." Jiang Baichuan lowered his eyelids: "This quagmire can't kill you. Wait until you regain some strength and climb out by yourself."

Hua Wuying replied softly: "Yes."

"As for your friends..."

Jiang Baichuan said calmly: "I haven't received your letter, so I naturally don't know what happened to you, let alone help you. If you want to help them, you can find a way yourself."

Hua Wuying sighed: "...Yes."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was no one around him anymore, not even a gust of wind blew, as if the person who had just appeared was just an illusion.

(End of this chapter)