Unparalleled Evildoer

Chapter 279: Swords Sweeping the Four Directions
'Swish, swish...' Twelve swords glowed with light and broke through the air to fly towards Wuzhi, as if they were driven by people from twelve different sects, all of which used famous skills, which was a feast for the eyes.

The 'Long River' rolled like a whirlpool, the sword light was like water, and the sound of clanging and colliding was endless. Sparks exploded in the sky and fluttered in all directions. It was obvious that Wuzhan was facing the siege of twelve sects and kept changing his moves. If these swords were in the hands of real people, the situation would be much better, and there would be attack points to find. After defeating the person, the sword would lose control. But now, after these swords were blocked, they would soon come again, endlessly. The twelve swords formed a shuttle sword shadow that had trapped Wuzhan in it, and Wuzhan could only keep countering the moves.

If he uses his soul power again, he can easily break open the sword tomb, but that will undoubtedly expose himself. He must not use it unless it is absolutely necessary. It was already very dangerous last time. Although he doesn't know why Xuannv concealed it for him, she has already warned him that if he is exposed again, she will be the first to kill him. Perhaps this is her duty.

Gusu Ye laughed coldly and said, "Let me see how long you can hold on!" The crowd around them also cheered, treating Wuzhan and Yunchu as people who were about to die.

Even Yunchu noticed that Wuzhan's movements were a little slow. Several flying swords brushed past Wuzhan's robe, but not a single sword touched her clothes.

Yunchu felt that she was a burden, perhaps that was the reason why the master was unwilling to take her in. But ever since the master pulled her back from the brink of death, she had decided that even if the master was a devil, she would repay him with her whole life. But now she found that the master did not need her repayment at all. The same was true for Mengya and Qin Moyao.

Don't I have any selfish motives? Once that kind of emotion is formed, it is difficult to suppress it. Just like at this moment, she would rather die holding her husband in her arms than let go.

"Tick-tock!" A tear slid down her pretty cheek and fell on Wuzhan's shoulder. Wuzhan seemed to be aware of something, but without turning back, he whispered, "Do you regret it?"

Yunchu smiled tearfully in her ear and said, "How could Yunchu regret it? I'm afraid that after this incident, the master will drive me away again."

Wuzhan said as he fended off the flying sword, "Since I've agreed, it's up to you to decide whether to leave or not. Even if they don't catch you this time, they will use other means. So as long as you feel it's not dangerous to follow us, why would I chase you away?"

Yunchu held on tighter, and said with a smile: "As long as you don't dislike Yunchu, I will never leave you even if I die."

Wuzhan did not continue speaking. His movements suddenly sped up and became erratic. The 'Long River' roared like thunder, and shot out twelve petals like a blooming lily. No one could see clearly how this sword was used. The twelve swords were hit by the cold light almost at the same time. The sword intent spread, and those famous swords flew in all directions with sparks.

It turned out that Wuzhan had slowed down his moves previously in order to save energy, accumulate internal strength, and look for a flaw to break it with one blow.

Gusu Ye suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood and almost fell to the ground. He had never seen such a domineering move before and said in surprise: "What kind of move is this!" Driving the sword tomb requires the consumption of mental power. The sword tomb was severely damaged, and his heart and soul also suffered.

Wuzhan's body shook twice, and he sneered, "The 'Sword Sweeps All Directions' from Senior Ping's 'Sword Intention Technique'!"

"The sword is sweeping in all directions. How come I have never seen this move before?"

"This is the last page. I destroyed it. Senior Ping has never used it on anyone else. The world doesn't know about it. If you want to learn it, just stop here. I can consider writing it to the owner of the manor."

Gusu Ye said angrily: "You cunning man, do you think I will believe you?"

Wuzhan said, "It's just each other. Doesn't the owner of the manor also practice what he preaches?" He carried Yunchu on his back and jumped out.

"Whoosh...." Two beams of halberd light slashed over, and Wuzhan was forced back.

Xiang Liang placed his halberd on the ground and shouted, "Set fire!" As soon as he finished speaking, flames broke out and several jars filled with kerosene were thrown towards Wuzhan like meteors.

Wuzhan swung his sword to block, but failed to smash the jar. Afraid of the kerosene splashing on his body, he could only knock it down a few feet away. In an instant, raging fire broke out all around Wuzhan, thick smoke billowed out, and the temperature suddenly rose.

The crowd around continued to throw wood into the flames, and the fire grew stronger and stronger. The flames shot up several feet high, trapping Wuzhan in it. Several attempts to break out were blocked by swords and arrows.

Wuzhan was seriously injured in the battle with Shisui and has not yet recovered. He also lost a lot of blood and energy in sword-making. After several battles, his physical strength has long been exhausted. However, his will is strong and he can endure better than ordinary people.

Xiang Liang said sternly: "Since you refuse to surrender, I will burn you alive!"

Wuzhan tried his best to stir the "long river", and the earth and rocks rushed to the surroundings, covering the nearby fire source, but this was undoubtedly a drop in the bucket.

Gusu Ye smiled and said, "No matter how high your cultivation is, it will turn into ashes within an incense stick. What can you do to annihilate the Baiyue coalition army or defeat Zhishui? In the end, you still died in this desolate mountain, with no remains left. Let's see how arrogant you can be!"

The flames burned his face, the heat waves hit him, it was suffocating, Wuzhan shouted: "Go!" He threw the 'Changhe' in his hand, and with a dragon roar, the 'Changhe' broke through the flames and flew in the direction from which it came.

Gusu Ye shouted: "It's too late to abandon the sword now!" and jumped into the Long River.

Wuzhan raised his palms to the sky and shouted, "Water prison!" Blue light spread out from his palms, instantly forming a water cover with a diameter of more than three meters, wrapping him and Yunchu in it. The water can temporarily block the scorching temperature, but the temperature inside is still unbearable.

Water vapor was rising from the light shield, looking precarious. Wu Ai was sitting cross-legged in the middle with his eyes slightly closed, as if he was regulating his breathing.

Yunchu was breathing hard and sweating profusely as she leaned against him. She couldn't help but whisper, "Sir, please leave Yunchu behind and run away!" "Leaving the people around you and running away alone will never happen again in my life. Remember, don't say this again." Wuzhan said this in a weak but cold voice.

Deep in Wuzhan's heart, that scene will never be erased: his parents died in each other's arms under the city of Handan, and he could only escape in despair and live on with difficulty. In fact, if he had a choice at that time, he would choose to die in his mother's warm arms and would never run away.

Yunchu seemed to sense Wuzhan's inner loneliness and knew that persuasion was useless, so she whispered, "Yunchu knows she was wrong, there will never be a next time."

"Your transformation is quite fast."

"Of course Yunchu doesn't want to die. Since the master doesn't want to abandon me, Yunchu is naturally the happiest. And Yunchu firmly believes that the master will find a way to take me out."

"If I told you that I can't walk now, you definitely wouldn't believe it."

……

'Changhe' passed through the forest like a stream of light, and the twelve swords followed closely behind it. Gusu Ye stared at 'Changhe' and kept his pace, fearing that the sword would be lost.

"Swoosh..." The "Long River" rushed out of the mountains and forests. Gusu Ye shouted, "See how far you can fly!" Holding the sword in his right hand and making a gesture with his left hand, he rushed out like a startled wild goose. He swung the long sword, and the other eleven swords shone brightly, suddenly speeding up and approaching the "Long River".

The 'Long River' seemed to have understood human nature and got angry. With a flash of silver light, its speed increased again and it swept towards the black shadow standing on the grass in the distance. The black shadow was like a sword.

Gusu Ye secretly cried out inwardly that something was wrong. This 'Long River' was flying towards this man. While he was thinking, the 'Long River' had already flown in front of the black shadow. After a turn, the black shadow happened to grasp the hilt of the sword. With a dragon roar, the 'Long River' burst out with silver light like water, and with a series of clanging sounds, the twelve swords that followed it flew away as if they had hit a solid wall.

Gusu Ye rolled over and landed on the ground, steadying himself, and shouted, "Zhu Lang, how dare you come and die!"

Zhulang's eyes were as sharp as swords, and he said in a deep voice: "This is for you!" He quickly rushed towards Gusu Ye, and the "Changhe" was like a swimming dragon, stabbing at Gusu Ye with cold sword intent.

Gusu Ye said: "You think you can defeat me!" Waving the sword, he faced the 'Long River'.

With a crisp sound of "crack", sparks flew, and the sword in Gusu Ye's hand was actually cut off by "Changhe". He quickly dodged sideways, and "swish" the sword intent passed by, a wisp of beard fell off, and the ground was instantly split into a crack more than ten feet long.

Gusu Ye was furious and said, "I will take you back and throw you into the furnace!" He threw the sword in his hand, clasped his hands together, and moved his lips. Twelve swords danced around Zhulang, and suddenly sword beams burst out. Heavy sword shadows roared and swept towards Zhulang.

Zhulang let out a long roar towards the sky, and a huge phantom appeared behind him. The phantom had fierce eyes, a sword-like body, and sword-like wings. It was none other than the Sword Demon in the "Sword Burial Pool". The Sword Demon also had a huge sword in his hand, which moved with Zhulang's every move.

The 'Long River' shone with light, and wherever it passed, there were sounds of swords breaking through the air. With just one sword, none of the twelve famous swords remained intact, and they were all scattered.

Gusu Ye vomited blood and fell to the ground. "Shua..." The sword tip of "Changhe" was directly at his throat. If it went in one more inch, it would be cut off.

The phantom disappeared, Zhulang withdrew his sword, without even looking at Gusu Ye, he snorted coldly and said: "Since you forged this sword, I won't kill you!" After that, he ran towards the flames with the long sword in hand.

Gusu Ye stared, unable to believe what had just happened. The sword tomb that he was so proud of was actually shattered by a single sword. He couldn't believe that he was so close to death. How could he dare to show up in the world of cultivation in the future? Could it be that he only knew how to forge swords but didn't know how to use them?
The crowd gathered in front of the campfire saw Zhulang rushing towards them, and the archers drew their bows and shot arrows to stop him, but those arrows could not hit Zhulang at all.

Zhulang took a few steps and arrived in front of the crowd. Dozens of people brandished weapons and rushed forward without any obstacles. A white light flashed, and a sharp sword intent spread out. Those people fell down one after another, blood splattered, and there were screams.

None of the others dared to step forward. They retreated tremblingly with their weapons in hand. The strong young man wanted to step forward, but was caught by Xiang Liang, who signaled him not to be reckless. Even if he went forward, he would be courting death with a swordsman like that.

Zhulang ignored the crowd around him and looked at Wuzhan and Yunchu who were trapped in the sea of ​​fire. The two of them leaned against each other with their sleeves covering their mouths. Although they were blocked by the water shield, they obviously could not hold out for too long. The flames around them were dozens of feet wide, and the trees that were farther away were all burnt and ignited.

Zhulang did not hesitate. He stood with his feet together, held the sword in both hands, raised it high, and accumulated sword power. "Teng..." The sword demon behind him appeared again, also raising the giant sword high, making everyone look up.

"Open!" Zhulang shouted, and swung his sword, and the giant sword also chopped down. This sword was like the collapse of the sky, the light was dazzling, and thousands of sword lights rushed towards the flames like a tsunami.

"Boom..." Wherever the sword went, a wave of fire several feet high was raised and pushed to both sides, sand and rocks flew, and heat waves rolled. The sea of ​​fire was split by the sword into a gap several feet wide, reaching the water shield in the center.

Everyone was stunned when they saw the Sword Demon, and when they saw this divine sword, they didn't know whether Zhulang was a god or a demon.

'Pah...' The water shield broke, Zhulang jumped forward, sheathed his sword, carried the burning Wuzhan on his back, grabbed the almost unconscious Yunchu, and strode out of the opened passage. Who would dare to stop him?

(End of this chapter)