Starting with the divine power of the Great Vajra, he traversed the heavens.

Chapter 383 I'm Just a Passing-By Sword Emperor

"You, don't come over here!"

The screams were shrill and heart-wrenching.

Ding An was startled and stood there awkwardly, looking at the young man with curly hair who was holding the female corpse in his arms.

Yes, this time they traveled across the world, and the three of them were scattered in different places. When Ding An woke up, he was in the Tianshan Mountains. Because there were few people around, it took him a long time to get there.

The night was deep, and the rocks and trees looked even more eerie.

The air was filled with the last pale chill of early spring, which made Ding'an shrink his neck involuntarily.

He opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.

This curly-haired young man is none other than Bu Jingyun, the male protagonist of the world of Fengyun.

His deep sorrow and indignation stemmed from what happened just a short while ago.

Bu Jingyun had always been in love with Kong Ci, a maid of the World Society, but Xiong Ba married her off to his senior brother Qin Shuang.

How could Bu Jingyun tolerate this? So he secretly committed adultery with Kong Ci.

Unexpectedly, Feng Shimei happened to witness it. Nie Feng, mindful of their past relationship, warned the two that they must sever all ties, or he would not show any mercy.

How could Bu Jingyun tolerate this?
Sure enough, a few days later, he brought Kong Ci to this big banyan tree and they started having sex in the wild.

Just as the two were completely disoriented and unaware of what the world was like, Nie Feng reappeared.

However, at this moment, his gentle smile was gone, replaced by a cold indifference. When his gaze fell on the pink undergarment around Bu Jingyun's waist, his expression turned even more somber.

Once again, Nie Feng caught them in their secret affair, and he even looked at them with such disdain.

How could Bu Jingyun tolerate this?
He immediately started fighting with Nie Feng.

In an instant, the Cloud-Dispelling Palm clashed with the Wind God Leg, creating a chaotic and terrifying battle. The two figures flashed, one as fast as lightning, the other as thick as clouds and mist.

After exchanging over a hundred blows, Bu Jingyun grew impatient and unleashed a powerful palm strike, "Cloudy Wonderland."

But then, the clouds surged and rolled in from all sides.

Nie Feng's vision was blurred, making it difficult to discern the enemy's whereabouts. He was forced to kick more than ten times to disperse the clouds.

Just then, a dark cloud enveloped his back, and Bu Jingyun suddenly appeared behind him, unleashing a powerful and unstoppable palm strike!

Feng Shimei had no time to dodge and was closing her eyes to await her death.

suddenly!

Kong Ci has arrived!

She blocked the powerful palm strike with her body. The force of the blow sent her left arm flying off, leaving it covered in blood.

Ding'an, at this moment, walked into the woods not far away.

He didn't see Nie Feng, but he did see Bu Jingyun send a woman flying more than ten feet away.

The most important thing is.

He saw that the woman's arm had been broken!

broken!

Break!
Ding An frowned deeply.

Just then, Bu Jingyun snatched the woman away and flew off into the distance.

Ding An quickly waved out his prosthetic arm, which glowed with blue light, and, like a monkey, grabbed a tree branch and swiftly followed.

By a twist of fate, he brushed past his junior sister, Feng.

After Ding An caught up with Bu Jingyun, he saw Kong Ci in his arms, in a final burst of lucidity, saying, "I was a maid when I was free, and I married Shuang. I was manipulated by others and had no say in my own life."

Bu Jingyun was heartbroken: "Ci, don't say anything more!"

Kong Ci looked at him and said haltingly, "Brother, you, you're always like this. Sometimes I really can't bear to see you like this."

“Ci!” Bu Jingyun cried out.

But Kong Ci suddenly changed the subject: "Fortunately, fortunately, in the end I was finally able to choose my favorite."

"I know, I know!" Bu Jingyun said, half crying and half laughing.

"Today, I can finally die for the man I truly love. This is the only choice I have in my life."

"Ci!" Bu Jingyun cried out, "I don't want you to die for me!"

"Um?!"

Bu Jingyun: (￣△￣;)
Kong Ci: (￣︶￣)
Bu Jingyun: Σ(っ°Д°;)っ

Click!

A thunderclap exploded in his mind, and the north wind howled across the desolate plains.

But in his heart, there were only those eight words.

"The man I truly love!"

"You...you like it?" Bu Jingyun's face turned pale, and he said in a hoarse voice, "Junior Brother Feng?"

Kong Ci said, "I've always loved the wind, I love it so much."

It’s over!

Bu Jingyun couldn't believe his ears. His mind went blank, as if he had turned into a feather, drifting alone in the world.

It's over, it's over! Everything is over!

The love that Bu Jingyun had always relied on was about to vanish into thin air, and he felt that fate would push him back into that boundless abyss.

Kong Ci's eyes grew heavier and his vision became increasingly blurry.

Just then, she vaguely saw a figure walking towards her.

The night wind was bleak, and the leaves were fluttering in the wind.

The man stood tall, his long, flowing hair fluttering in the night sky. His elegant demeanor exuded a sense of righteousness.

His gaze was wicked, a righteous yet sinister glint in his eye.

"Ok?"

Even as she lay dying, Kong Ci desperately stretched out her blood-soaked hand: "Wind, is that you? Wind! Come here."

"Me, me?"

The man pointed to his nose, looking around. "I...I only wish that you could be by my side before I die."

The man looked at her unfocused gaze, yet she still smiled with boundless gentleness. He was somewhat moved, scratched his head, and took a step forward.

Kong Ci's eyes were filled with tenderness, gratitude, and hope.

suddenly!

"You, you stay away!" Bu Jingyun hugged Kong Ci tightly, turned his head and shouted fiercely, "Kong Ci, Kong Ci is mine, no one can touch her!"

Ding An stopped in his tracks, gasped twice, and stammered, "If you're not going to come, then don't come. Why are you yelling?"

Bu Jingyun glared at him hatefully, then suddenly realized that the beauty in his arms had grown cold. Looking down, he discovered that Kong Ci had already passed away!

His eyes suddenly turned red. Bu Jingyun put Kong Ci down, struck her with his palm, and shouted sharply, "Nie Feng, you killed Kong Ci! I'm going to kill you!"

Seeing the curly-haired man swinging his palm wildly, Ding'an quickly pushed out with his left hand. The fiery energy spread and swept in all directions. The cloud energy formed by the Cloud-Dispelling Palm collided with his palm wind and was swept back. The palm force was powerful and heavy, even surpassing that of Qi Jingyun.

Bu Jingyun had no choice but to take two steps back and swung his palms several times to deflect Ding An's palm strike.

"what?"

At this moment, Bu Jingyun sensed something was wrong and abruptly looked up.

The wind blew by, and the moonlight, like water, swept across the face of the person opposite.

He had long, flowing hair, a handsome and imposing face, wore a black robe, and carried a thick-bladed sword on his back.

When he's not smiling, he looks aloof and dashing, but a slight smile immediately ruins the atmosphere, making him appear simple-minded.

"You are not Nie Feng!" Bu Jingyun suddenly shouted.

Ding An was puzzled and said, "Ah, I'm not Nie Feng."

"you"

Bu Jingyun paused, speechless. He turned to look at Kong Ci, thinking that she actually liked Junior Brother Feng, and even in death, she was happy for someone who looked exactly like Junior Brother Feng.
Intense jealousy, resentment, anger, and sadness surged up all at once, leaving him with nowhere to vent his emotions.

brush!
Bu Jingyun suddenly turned his head, his eyes bloodshot, and shouted fiercely, "Then you deserve to die too!"

"Snapped!"

Ding An slapped his forehead and exclaimed, "Brother, I was just passing by, there's no reason for you to beat or kill me, is there?"

"Hmph! Kong Ci is dead, I don't care who you are!" Bu Jingyun shouted arrogantly, "If you have someone to blame, blame your face."

He unleashed several powerful palm strikes in quick succession, each with immense force and covering a wide area, leaving trails of clouds in its wake.

Seeing this, Ding'an clenched his fist and lunged forward.

With a few thuds, Bu Jingyun's anger surged, his face instantly turning red. He was shocked: "What formidable internal energy!"

But at this moment, his killing intent surged, and he leaped forward, unleashing a series of palm strikes. His palms were covered in dark clouds, and wherever the wind from his palms passed, grass and trees crumbled and turned into broken leaves and ashes.

Ding An snorted coldly, then suddenly grabbed his arm and pulled him into her arms.

Caught off guard, Bu Jingyun was about to retaliate when he suddenly felt the opponent withdraw their strength.

It was just a slight hesitation.

Ding An's strength suddenly changed. With a flick and a lift, seemingly without any effort, he sent Bu Jingyun flying. Then, his prosthetic hand flashed with blue light and suddenly extended and struck out!
With his head drooping and back bent in the sky, Bu Jingyun was unable to use any moves. In desperation, he suddenly straightened his back and dodged a direct attack.

But the prosthetic arm, glowing with blue light, was still like a spear or halberd, slicing through the waist and ribs with a hiss, tearing flesh.

Bu Jingyun cried out and tumbled to the ground in a spiral.

The prosthetic arm continued its momentum, striking the rock with a crack, leaving a faint red palm print. The rock crumbled and fell away, as if it had been burned by flames.

Bu Jingyun quickly got up, clutched his waist, looked at the palm print, was slightly moved, and blurted out: "What fierce palm force!"

Wow!
Then Ding'an's prosthetic arm crawled back to its lair like a python, slowly returning to its original state.

He clenched his fist tightly, making a loud clang, and shouted, "You curly-haired bastard! You killed your beloved and now you want to harm me? This is intolerable!" He raised his hand, and the wind from his palm whistled as he struck again.

At this moment, Bu Jingyun was sweating profusely. A piece of flesh had been torn from his waist and ribs and burned by the fire energy. Although it was charred, waves of pain came over him, making it extremely unbearable.

Seeing his opponent attack again, Bu Jingyun had no choice but to raise his hand to meet the attack. But his palm was like clouds rising, sometimes real, sometimes illusory, sometimes ethereal.

It was that move, "Cloudy Wonderland".

Ding'an was dazzled and somewhat bewildered.

call!
Black clouds suddenly appeared behind him.

"Die!" A loud shout suddenly rang out.

Bu Jingyun revealed himself and unleashed a powerful palm strike, its force as strong as a mountain, surging forward.

At this moment, Ding An concentrated all his true energy, slapped the scabbard, and the Eagle Blade trembled like a dragon, soaring into the sky.

He didn't move his body, but instead extended his prosthetic arm, which flew alongside the knife.

Snap! He grabbed the eagle knife, and a burst of fire erupted, like a blazing torch. Without thinking, he swung the knife backhand.

Seeing that this strike was extremely fierce, Bu Jingyun knew that he might not be able to kill the man with one palm strike, but the man's strike could definitely shatter him!

"Drink!" Bu Jingyun shouted, his iron palm striking back, the clouds swirling, his figure appearing and disappearing within them.

boom!
A blazing red blade of energy, like a frenzied red dragon, struck the ground, raising dust several feet high and tearing the earth apart, heading straight towards the distant banyan tree.

With a snap, the banyan tree was split in two by the blade's energy, and flames suddenly rose, shining even more brilliantly in the night.

Such earth-shattering sword energy was too much for Bu Jingyun's cloud energy to withstand, and it immediately dissipated without a trace. However, he was not injured. Instead, he took the opportunity to flash his figure, picked up Kong Ci's corpse, and frantically headed down the mountain!

"This guy," Ding'an mumbled, wiping his nose as he carried his eagle-blade, "is really sick." He shook his head and turned to walk down the mountain.

"Hey, where did the cripple and the little beggar go? And where are the white donkey, Fatty Tiger, and the panda cub?"

The sound faded away and disappeared without a trace.

After a short while, a rustling sound was suddenly heard.

Several figures suddenly appeared, bowing and clasping their hands in greeting: "Chief!"

Without a sound, a figure slowly walked over.

The newcomer had a broad forehead and deep-set eyes, a neatly trimmed beard, and his eyes shone with a sharp light as he quietly focused his gaze on the large banyan tree that was crackling and burning.

His face was flushed red in the firelight.

He did not reply; his purple satin cotton robe billowed in the wind and fire, and his beard and hair flew about.

After a long pause, he said in a deep voice, "What a powerful blade!"

(End of this chapter)