Xuanxia

Chapter 733 Secret
Tear!

There was a sound of cloth tearing, and the pointed iron rod cut through the enemy's clothes, tearing a big hole in his chest, and his skin and flesh were torn and blood spurted out.

Wu Yan had an expressionless face. He took several steps back and looked down at his bloody left arm.

The enemy covered his chest, blood foamed from his mouth, his expression was extremely painful, and he slowly knelt down.

There were many people lying on the ground around him.

They were not all dead, but each of them was seriously injured and almost half dead.

Wu Yan put away his weapon, walked forward, and began to search their pouches.

"It's really amazing."

Not far away, Chu Xianghong in the carriage stared at him: "The Six Monsters of Wushan can't even take him down..."

Outside the carriage, Zhu Mei, who was sitting on the shaft and eating a sesame cake, narrowed her eyes and smiled: "Brother is the best!"

Chu Xianghong ignored her and struggled hard against the ropes on her body.

Still unable to exert any strength.

Wu Yan was very cautious. Not only did he cut her tendons, dislocated her joints, and tied her up, he also stabbed her in the dantian with a sword afterwards.

Chu Xianghong suffered injuries near her heart and damage to her dantian, which meant that all her cultivation had been wasted.

She didn't care... the supreme mental method of the demon cult back then was enough to keep her alive until the last moment before her death, and as long as she returned to her lord, he would have a way to heal her.

Although she is very weak now, she is not afraid as long as she is not dead.

but……

Chu Xianghong had a headache.

There have been four waves of people coming here from the Western Regions to rescue her, but they all fell at the hands of Wu Yan!
In the battle at the restaurant, she was injured by Zhu Mei's sneak attack with the sword and was defeated. In her heart, Wu Yan was not that powerful.

But along the way, she realized that she was wrong.

This man, who was once Xiyu Pavilion's number one killer, was simply ridiculously powerful!

His greatest strength was not his swordsmanship, nor the Lingshu Qiyuan Dafa that could heal injuries.

But he is not afraid of death, really not afraid of death!

There are many people in this world who say that they are not afraid of death, but when they really face death, even the bravest people will always show an attitude different from before.

But Wu Yan is different.

He felt no pain and had no fear of life or death. Death to him was like a cup of tea in the afternoon.

When faced with a fatal blow, he can use his neck to block the blade, use his cervical vertebrae to block the blade, and then send the enemy away with one sword!

And during the whole process, he could do it without even blinking!
Because of this trait, Wu Yan can always survive even when facing opponents who are much stronger than himself.

He was only at the sixth level of Wuqiao, but along the way, he had already defeated three at the seventh level and one at the eighth level!
These people are already the strongest group in the lord's hands below Dongtian!
If we were to send more people, they would be the four siblings Fengyu, Lei and Shui... But they would probably go to deal with Fu Qingzhou and would not come to save me.

While Chu Xianghong was thinking in her mind, Wu Yan had already jumped back into the carriage.

He sat up cross-legged with a calm expression, practicing the Lingshu Qiyuan Method, greedily absorbing the spiritual energy in the air, and his injuries gradually recovered.

Outside, Zhu Mei had stuffed the pancake back into her clothes, started the carriage, bypassed those who had fallen to the ground, and continued forward.

"Why not kill them?"

Chu Xianghong asked weakly, "As long as they don't die, there will always be news coming back, and more and more people will come to look for you."

"Not anymore."

Wu Yan didn't even open his eyes, and said calmly: "There won't be anyone else."

Chu Xianghong's eyes were slightly strange.

"The people who came this time are capable of founding a sect or even a small sect in the martial arts world."

Wu Yan's tone did not fluctuate at all: "The only ones stronger than them are those at the peak of Wuqiao or even Dongtian Realm, but such people probably don't have the time to deal with me at this moment."

Chu Xianghong smiled casually: "Are you sure?" "I read the information I send to you every day."

Wu Yan said leisurely: "Fu Qingzhou has gathered people in Shudu to deal with Jiang Baichuan. Many people have gone there. No matter who you are, the biggest trouble right now is him. We are just facing a small insignificant trouble."

"Heh..." Chu Xianghong smiled somewhat helplessly and reluctantly: "Others only think of you as a tool, but they don't know that you are so smart!"

Wu Yan remained calm: "Being a killer, being careful is a required course, but most of the time we don't need to think for ourselves, we just need to execute the mission."

"But now that I'm no longer a killer, I naturally have to think more."

After saying these two sentences, Chu Xianghong fell silent.

She didn't say anything else, but leaned weakly against the carriage with her eyes lowered.

The carriage moved forward slowly, and after a long time, it finally stopped.

Zhu Mei's happy voice was heard outside the car - she was always like this, as long as the sun set and she saw the town again, she would drive in without hesitation, and then follow the scent to find the largest restaurant in the town.

Wu Yan didn't care, he had money.

Along the way, anyone who fell into his hands would have their wallet taken away, sometimes by him and sometimes by Zhu Mei.

It can be said that he has mastered the core skills to navigate the world.

However, Wu Yan did not get off the car.

There was Chu Xianghong tied up in the car. It would be very troublesome if someone saw her.

They will spend the night in the carriage. As for Zhu Mei, she will come back after she has eaten and spend the night with them in the carriage.

At this moment, a voice came from outside the carriage: "Master Xianghong."

Wu Yan opened his eyes.

He stretched out the iron rod and lifted a corner of the carriage curtain.

When the iron rod was retracted, a letter was already hanging on it.

This is the information that needs to be reported to Chu Xianghong every day...

Along the way, her subordinates have even gotten into the habit of handing the information to Wu Yan first.

Wu Yan spread out the letter, took a look at it, then turned to Chu Xianghong and asked, "What are the Eight Swords of the Kingly Way?"

"Wang...wait?!"

The weak Chu Xianghong's eyes widened suddenly and she sat up straight: "What did you say?!"

Wu Yan calmly handed over the letter.

Chu Xianghong couldn't reach out to grab it, so she could only lean forward to look.

Soon, she saw the contents of the letter.

"As the special envoy of Mingjian Pavilion, Fu Qingzhou's duty is to select the masters of the Eight Swords of the Kingly Way! He wants to give the swords of courtesy and wisdom to King Xishuo and Lord Lanlou respectively? In order to... lure them to take action against Jiang Baichuan?"

Chu Xianghong's breathing became rapid!
"So, what are the Eight Kingly Swords?" Wu Yan asked again.

Chu Xianghong didn't answer him, but her eyes turned red.

Yes, her eyes were red and tears were welling up in her eyes.

"Finally, I've finally waited for this day!"

Chu Xianghong bit her lip, feeling excited, emotional, and sad, and murmured, "He finally has a chance, finally has a chance!"

Wu Yan looked at her puzzledly.

"Heh, heh heh..."

Chu Xianghong laughed, her smile was very chic and charming: "Don't worry, no one will bother you anymore. You can go to Luoyi quickly. If you are fast enough, you can still make it in time... to witness Fu Qingzhou's death!"

(End of this chapter)