Wan Jian returns to his clan!

Chapter 183 A Sword Debate in the Grand Hall: Relentless Pursuit

Why are there so many overconfident fools in this world?

Lu Wubing stood there with a cold laugh, his blue robe fluttering in the surging energy in the hall, his eyes indifferent.

It seemed that he hadn't seen the sudden changes happening in front of and behind him at all.

Having been in this world for quite some time, he naturally knew that, generally speaking, the higher the cultivation level of a martial artist in this world, the more confident they were in themselves.

Those who have honed their willpower to the extreme dare to step forward and knock down even the most powerful person in the world.

Just like the two Golden Scale Guard commanders who rushed towards him.

As a top-notch master, he held a high position and was used to seeing notorious bandits and martial arts masters. He had personally fought even the strongest opponents.

It's not that they lack knowledge, but rather that they are too confident, to the point of arrogance.

No matter how famous or strong your opponent is, how can you admit defeat if you haven't beaten them?
And in the martial arts world and on the battlefield, most of those who die are this kind of people.

Of course, those who were granted titles and honors were also of this kind.

There is no fear in one's heart.

This is a basic skill for military officers.

However, this approach might be appreciated by others, leading to a friendly exchange of blows and a show of skill.

But this approach wouldn't work for Lu Wubing.

If someone dares to show their claws in front of me, they must be prepared to bear the consequences.

Shi Wei's Nine-Section Panwang Mace had just struck down, its blade seemingly hooking through thousands of mountains and ridges, creating a series of afterimages with a loud boom, about to turn Lu Wubing into a pulp.

Unexpectedly, his wrist suddenly went empty, and where the mace passed, there was nothing but emptiness and no point of force.

The boundless energy he had concentrated in his meridians, ready to erupt at any moment, suddenly became impossible to release.

My body was inexplicably pulled by some force, and I took a step to the side.

"No!"

Then, he struck hard with his long mace, unleashing all his energy.

However, the object landed on Yun Qianshan's forehead, right next to him.

Before he knew it, his colleague, a commander of a thousand households, had gotten ahead of him, and even lost his footing, slashing diagonally at his waist with his sword.

Its momentum was like that of a ferocious tiger, and the sharp energy of the blade suddenly exploded out like flames.

"Pfft... Sizzle!"

Two muffled thuds caused the two commanders of the Golden Scale Guard to freeze in place simultaneously.

Yun Qianshan's forehead caved in, nearly half of his head was smashed open, and red and white blood splattered out.

Shi Wei fared even worse, suffering a horizontal slash from his left waist to his right ribs, the blood flowing like a streak of lightning...

The two attacked simultaneously, their weapons simultaneously shifting direction, causing them to lose their footing and engage in a direct confrontation.

Lu Wubing, standing before them, didn't even raise an eyebrow. He simply drew an arc with one hand, gently plucking at the object, and a crescent moon rose before them.

With a single palm strike, the two officers, numbering in the thousands, were rendered like puppets in his hands.

"What a brilliant crescent moon move."

Master Yunyi's eyebrows twitched wildly as he watched.

As a member of the Three Divine Peaks, she naturally recognized the Heavenly Star Sect's [Eight Swords of Subduing Dragon].

Furthermore, they have studied and learned from every move and technique.

But once upon a time, I saw such an amazing usage.

Shi Wei and Yun Qianshan may not be particularly famous, but their cultivation levels are second to first.

Looking across the martial arts world and the imperial court, they are all considered formidable masters.

Wandering the martial world, one can even establish a sect, teach disciples, and pass on their skills. Within a single city, one can build a formidable reputation.

That's the kind of person he is.

In Lu Wubing's hands, it was like a child, completely powerless to resist.

Sometimes, it is true that established masters in the martial arts world cannot defeat young, inexperienced masters, but that absolutely does not include established masters like Lu Wubing.

His reputation is built entirely on piles of bones.

How can they be compared to celebrities who are merely hyped up?

Two commanders and Zuo Kuang, the "Heaven-Covering Hand," wanted to test his skills and send him to the front lines.

This wishful thinking was a complete miscalculation.

Zuo Kuang's eyes were practically bulging out of their sockets.

He concentrated all his strength into one strike, unleashing the move "Ten Suns Patrol the Sky".

With a single palm strike, the internal energy throughout the body changed from red to white, from white to blue, and from blue to purple...

His palms were so bright that it was impossible to look directly at them; the air seemed to distort and explode... as if he wanted to burn and melt the entire hall.

The scorching heat penetrated straight into everyone's hearts, rendering them speechless.

He holds the top position in the [Ten Suns of Burning Sky] Elder Council, earning the title of [Heaven-Covering Hand]. Although his cultivation level has not reached the Innate Realm, his attack power is not much weaker than that of someone at the Innate Realm.

The Ziyang Sect sent him to the Mingyang region to be compared to Ouyang Zheng, the head of the Tianxing Sect, who had not yet broken through to the Innate Sword Intent realm.

In the eyes of those in the martial arts world.

Zuo Kuang's [Heaven-Covering Hand] is enough to rival Ouyang Zheng's [Vast Ocean Divine Skill] and [Purple Star Divine Sword].

It is easy to imagine how fierce his palm techniques were and how powerful his internal energy was.

The three of them attacked simultaneously, taking advantage of the fact that Lu Wubing was holding a zither and had not drawn his sword.

Even if he threw the zither to Shen Xinzhu, if he were suddenly attacked and had to draw his sword to fight back, he would always be a beat too slow and would inevitably be caught in a predicament of fighting each other's internal strength.

No matter how you look at it, the advantage lies with one of the three.

As a result, in the blink of an eye, the two commanders of the Golden Scale Guard died silently.

When Lu Wubing looked up, Zuo Kuang looked like a toad being stared at by a venomous snake, his whole body was ice cold, and his boiling blood seemed to block the chill that rushed straight to his head.

Then he felt that the distance between himself and his opponent seemed to have been stretched to an immense distance, and he could not press his palm down to the very bottom.

A pale, white fist.

It burst forth like a piercing cloud and a shattering moon.

It struck right into his palm.

bang...

The ground of Jinyutang trembled, and the roof tiles on all four sides bounced up.

A gentle breeze swept in all directions.

Where fists and palms touched, the purple light shattered and the white flames vanished.

Finally, it transformed into a stream of crimson fire and bounced outwards.

With a whoosh, everyone saw the appearance of the [Heaven-Covering Hand].

This tall and robust man was so imposing that he could practically blot out the sky.

His right hand, like rotting mud, was shattered, with bones, flesh, and tendons falling apart like rain.

A ripple struck his shoulder, and with a crackling sound... his right chest also collapsed at the same time, revealing jagged white bones and a torrent of crimson blood.

Snapped!
Zuo Kuang fell heavily to the ground.

Because he was missing half of his body, he tried to stand up but lost his balance.

He collapsed to the ground, letting out a painful scream.

Even the toughest man, after suffering such severe injuries, couldn't help but roar out loud.

It's not surprising that he was weak-willed.

It's too late, but it's soon.

The three charged forward together, attacking simultaneously like thunderbolts.

However, they were defeated in a clear and orderly manner, all at once.

One person died on the spot, and two others were seriously injured.

No, it can't even be described as a serious injury.

Shi Wei was cut in two; his lower body was twitching, while his upper body was still crawling on the ground.

It looks like he's about to die.

And what about Zuo Kuang, the "Heaven-Covering Hand"?

But he wasn't much better off; half of his body was shattered into powder by the force of the punch, and his lungs were probably blown to pieces. He was hissing and roaring, barely able to breathe in and exhaling.

Even at this point, Lu Wubing still hadn't drawn the long sword from his shoulder.

He simply raised his hands to look at them and laughed, "You may have misunderstood something... True swordsmanship is not something so inconvenient."

"Without a sword in hand, I am indeed less powerful, but you bunch of chickens and dogs can't force me to my limit."

He didn't turn around, nor did he pay attention to the sudden attack from the several skilled assassins disguised as servants and maids behind him.

I heard the sound of a zither.

Suddenly, seven or eight sword lights appeared.

As a result, even though Shen Liancheng, a second-rank expert, had only just begun to gather his energy, five more corpses had already appeared in the main hall.

The same throat gushed blood, the same wide-open eyes.

Even on his deathbed, he seemed unable to believe that such an unreasonable and swift sword existed in the world.

By the time he saw the sword flash, his throat was already pierced by a sword.

All that talk of sneak attacks and surprise attacks is utter nonsense.

Shen Liancheng watched as Zheng Yuanbin's two swords transformed into bright light and swept past his eyes.

He also saw several disciples who were not very promising suddenly become extremely fierce and ruthless. He smiled bitterly, but at the same time felt an indescribable excitement in his heart.

Is this still my Jin Yutang?
"Such ruthless methods."

Xue Liang had just stood up and hadn't even had a chance to make a move when the three people who rushed forward met a miserable end.

His eyes immediately turned red, and he said sternly, "Gentlemen, if we don't kill this fiend today, I'm afraid none of us will survive. No matter how strong his swordsmanship or how high his martial arts are, he is only a mere fourth-rank cultivator."

Xue Liang, as the Southeast Garrison Commander of the Golden Scale Guard, also had a terrifying name in the martial arts world: "Red Eyes." Whenever his eyes turned bloodshot, he could see through everyone's martial arts techniques and cultivation level.

At this moment, Xie Qinglong and Gu Taihe, who had been looking at Lu Wubing's fierce power, were immediately delighted to have their internal energy cultivation level exposed.

Even Ouyang Zheng, who cultivates the Heavenly Star Sect's top divine skill, the Vast Ocean Divine Skill, at the fourth rank of cultivation, would still have to be extremely respectful when encountering seniors of the Innate Realm while traveling the martial world.

No matter how powerful the swordsmanship, its effectiveness is limited when executed with this level of skill. Of course, Lu Wubing also practiced external martial arts techniques, which made him incredibly strong. His previous direct punch had nearly killed Zuo Kuang.

However, there is an upper limit to external martial arts techniques.

Everyone knows that once you reach the third rank, the external cultivation method will turn inward, refining the blood qi into innate qi.

No matter how well Lu Wubing cultivated his external martial arts, he was still just circling around the level of Qi and blood, and there was absolutely no transformation from quantity to quality.

Faced with innate true energy, one is naturally at a complete disadvantage.

In this way, the threat of the opponent's amazing swordsmanship can be completely neutralized.

After a few brief exchanges, with more people outnumbering fewer, the advantage lies with me.

"If the suppression of the Mingyang Rebellion is successful, both the Ziyang Sect and the Pai Gang will benefit greatly. I hope that the two of you will work together and not hold back."

"Lord Xue, please rest assured. Even if it costs us our lives, we cannot let this person escape today, otherwise the consequences will be dire."

As the leader of a large gang, Xie Qinglong commanded mostly impoverished fishermen from the riverside. His influence was immense, but he was also quite reliant on the government.

Over the years, he has served as a puppet for certain influential figures. His actions include, but are not limited to, assassinations, fighting against rival forces, framing, and exterminating entire families.

Not to mention their original business was setting up checkpoints and collecting large sums of money.

Although they received a large sum of money, most of it was given to certain influential people, and they still managed to make a fortune.

Anyone else dares to offend the government, but they absolutely cannot afford to offend them.

At this moment, Xue Liang was clearly getting desperate... He readily agreed, and with a flick of his twin spears, he moved like a vicious dragon soaring into the abyss.

Gu Taihe practiced one of the two great divine skills of the Ziyang Sect, the Great Sun Blazing Yang Skill. He had even cut off his eyebrows and hair. Seeing his junior nephew Zuo lying on the ground, his life hanging in the balance, he was furious.

Before they could even hear what Xue Liang and the other man were saying, they had already stepped into thin air, and together with their swords, they were transformed into the blazing sun.

boom……

The sky was golden, and where the sword light shone, everyone felt as if they were in a wilderness with the sun hanging overhead.

Infinite light and boundless power, shining directly into the depths of the heart.

It seemed as if wisps of green smoke rose from his body.

The guests were greatly alarmed and quickly retreated, fearing that the man's sword light would harm innocent people.

If one's innate true energy, combined with the scorching sword intent, cannot be controlled and leaks out, it can truly kill people from ten feet away.

Moreover, the Blazing Sun Sword Intent of the Ziyang Sect is extremely dangerous.

Facing the blazing sword energy that surged towards him like a torrent, Lu Wubing raised his eyebrows slightly and finally became serious.

With a slight slump of his left shoulder, the [Vast Ocean Sword] was already in his hand. With a slight swipe in the air, it seemed as if a silver river had been drawn.

Thousands of stars twinkled.

That blazing red sun was like a tiny red dot sinking into the depths of the sea, unable to advance any further.

As a result, Gu Taihe, who had been wielding his sword with his arm and controlling his qi with his mind, making a thunderous roar in mid-air, now looked like a tiny mosquito. No matter how hard he tried, he was still a full three zhang away from Lu Wubing.

"If you cultivate to the level of Six Suns in the Sky, you might be able to compete with me. But to think you can just be one sun is to underestimate me."

Lu Wubing snorted coldly.

The sword intent transforms from the abstract into the concrete.

It has carved out an insurmountable barrier, one that is incomprehensible and impossible to overcome.

He saw the Azure Dragon's twin spears move, carrying a powerful innate true energy as strong as a raging sea, and pierce towards his chest.

He didn't take a single step back.

The sword's momentum shifted, and it slashed diagonally down into the void beside him.

This sword strike, compared to his previous empty-handed painting, possessed a greater sense of composure, like that of someone under the moon and amidst flowers.

It is so beautiful that one cannot bear to disturb this poetic and picturesque sword strike.

Xie Qinglong felt the same way; all his killing intent vanished.

Chasing after the crescent moon, a hint of intoxication flashed in his eyes. He twisted his two spears together, crossing them as they clashed.

It slid diagonally past Lu Wubing's side.

It seemed he wasn't trying to kill anyone, but rather to dance.

Seeing Gu Taihe and Xie Qinglong's predicament out of the corner of his eye, Xue Liang's eyes turned even redder, and his face showed more anxiety.

The arrow was already on the bowstring, and there was no choice but to release it.

Strictly speaking.

He spurred the other two innate masters to attack, while he himself had already begun to coordinate.

With a single slash, a coiled dragon danced amidst the shimmering water, exuding divine might.

As the blade flashed, a heavy, overwhelming pressure, like that of a giant mountain, pressed down on everyone from all directions, making it impossible for them to straighten their backs.

Even Lu Wubing felt as if his body was carrying an immense weight, and his limbs were somewhat out of his control.

"What excellent sword intent! The longsword transforms into a dragon, which battles in the wild, its might dominating the world. Such swordsmanship is worthy of my move, 'Leaderless Dragons'."

As soon as he uttered those words, the surging energy and strange phenomena surrounding him vanished completely.

In the dim light, everyone seemed to see the shadow of a precious sword flashing through their minds and hearts.

The others were alright, but the aftermath caused them to have illusions.

Xue Liang, however, fully endured this invisible, intangible, and endless spiritual sword strike.

Screamed.

The Panlong Blade Technique, which was only halfway through its strike, immediately lost its power and spirit, and could no longer continue.

He pulled his hands back, clutched his head, and staggered backward, crying out in pain.

With his sword intent transformed into the [Yang Realm], Lu Wubing not only elevated the level of all his offensive and defensive techniques, such as the Flowing Light Sword Style and the Crescent Moon Sword Style.

Even the Void-Slaying Sword Style that leaves a trace in the void, and the Mind-Slaying Sword Style that severs the soul and spirit, possess a certain strange power.

At that moment, a Heart Sword strike was unleashed.

Let alone Xue Liang's Panlong Blade Intent, which is only about 50% of the Void Realm, even if he had cultivated it to the Realm, it would be difficult for him to withstand the wounds of this sword without injury.

His sword transformed into a coiled dragon, while Lu Wubing used the [Dragon-Subduing Sword] that belonged to the Imperial Preceptor Han Hai Zhenren, which was a perfect match for him, specifically for killing dragons.

Using the Dragon Might Blade Technique in front of the Dragon Subduing Blade would be asking for trouble.

With a single move of Mind Sword Technique, Lu Wubing left Xue Liang, the Southeast Garrison Commander, completely bewildered and disoriented, lost in a state of confusion. Meanwhile, Lu Wubing's sword light continued to flash.

He brandished his longsword and slashed swiftly into the sky.

The void seemed to have been cleaved open with a long black mark, stretching ten feet in length.

While suspended in mid-air, Gu Taichong was shocked to see his blazing sun sword light being blocked by the sword light that could cleave through nothingness.

He didn't care that two of his companions were still holding off the opponent.

They didn't even care that their own nephew was now in a state of unknown fate.

As expected of the fourth-generation elder of the Ziyang Sect, he has made remarkably quick decisions to live to such an old age.

With a flick of his wrist, he shattered the sword in his hand.

A wisp of crimson fire transformed into a raging torrent that shot out in all directions, crashing down on all the guests present.

This guy is ruthless.

Seeing that he couldn't withstand this sword strike, he was about to be cut in two.

In a great shock, he immediately detonated his longsword.

They unleashed the Ziyang Sword Sect's last desperate measure...

Although his cultivation level would drop by a major level, being able to save his life in this critical moment was worthwhile. He didn't believe that Lu Wubing would remain indifferent while hundreds of guests were injured and died.

If I can stop them, I can escape alive.

Gu Taihe's calculations were meticulous.

Riding on the crimson flames of its self-destruction, it transformed into a long rainbow, landing on the roof tiles seven zhang away.

With a light tap of its toes, it shrieked and fled out of the city.

With a flash, it leaped over the city wall and headed straight for the mountains and fields.

Lu Wubing gritted his teeth.

They had no choice but to let it go for the time being, and the Vast Ocean Divine Sword retracted inward.

The myriad crimson flames had already been absorbed into his sword with a hidden sword technique, like a dragon lurking in the abyss, revealing not a trace of its power.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Just then, Xue Liang, who had just come to his senses, was pierced through the center of his forehead by a [stream of light] that had appeared out of nowhere.

He stood there, stunned, blood streaming from his eyes.

He had long since died.

Seeing that things were not going well, Xie Qinglong, the leader of the Pai Gang, leaped backward out of the hall, even throwing away the black gold double spears in his hands.

He was forced to exert force towards the void by a crescent moon slash, utterly humiliated...

They also gained a clear understanding of their opponent's strength.

Faced with this godlike and monstrous opponent, he felt as powerless as a child, and his life was in danger at any moment.

Seeing that one of his companions was dead and the other had escaped, he dared not linger and wanted to leave without hesitation.

Before my feet even touched the ground, I felt my body flying backward uncontrollably.

Looking back, it seemed as if an abyss lay before me.

"No!"

She screamed like a little girl.

Jie Qinglong was pulled in front of Lu Wubing by his move "Diving Abyss Style" and then slashed horizontally with his sword.

The leader of the six yang energies soared into the sky.

"With such meager skills, you dare to act wildly in my Heavenly Star Sect? I wonder who gave you the courage?"

Lu Wubing grunted, his gaze fixed on the fiery red figure that had crossed the city wall in the distance.

With a heavy stomp of his foot, he soared into the sky, his figure flashing as he chased after the city.

"We should press our advantage and pursue the fleeing enemy, not seek fame like Xiang Yu."

……

(End of this chapter)