Wan Jian returns to his clan!

Chapter 20 Killing Like Grass Without a Sound (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

Under the moonlight, the blue figure was like a night-dancing sprite, leaping and fluttering, light and wild.

Ouyang Lan watched quietly, and gradually her eyes became glazed over, her head nodding as she began to doze off.

In the previous battle.

She suffered some internal injuries after a direct clash with the Flying Feather Sword, and was later poisoned by the hidden weapon of the Double Flying Swallow.

Although the toxins have been detoxified and the bandage has been properly applied.

But for some reason, I still felt tired and weak, just like when I was a child and I secretly drank the wine my father had hidden away. I felt dizzy and confused, and I couldn't muster any energy.

In particular, the internal energy that usually flows like a long river within the meridians is now somewhat difficult to mobilize.

'Perhaps it's just a residue after the toxin has been eliminated; it will be fine after a while.'

she thought.

Hearing the "whoosh" sound of the sword cutting through the air, I felt a sense of peace and joy and slowly drifted off to sleep.

It's good to have someone watching over us.

……

The moon's shadow slants westward until dawn breaks in the east.

Lu Wubing silently kept count.

Until the ten thousandth sword.

As he thrust out his sword.

"hiss!"

A very faint sound of sword energy cutting through the air could be heard.

The previous ripple effect is gone.

It also lacked the shrill scream that tore through fabric.

This sword strike was delivered without wind or waves, without shadow or form.

The white sword light seemed to move slightly, yet it also seemed as if it had never been thrust out at all.

He stood quietly in place, his eyes gently closed.

In an instant, a torrent of memories flooded my mind.

It looked like he had been practicing rapier for a very, very long time.

The technique "White Rainbow Piercing the Sun" was practiced from spring to autumn, from winter to summer...

Twenty years of honing my sword skills have transformed into abundant resources, which have settled deep into my heart, ingrained in my bones, and become part of my soul.

At that moment, he felt that the sword was no longer a sword, but an extension of his arm.

The wind blowing across the sword seemed to sense all movement from all directions.

"rise."

After thinking for a moment, Lu Wubing lightly tapped his toes and kicked up a rock the size of a human head.

The stone flew three zhang (approximately 10 meters) and fell diagonally.

Lu Wubing lightly stepped forward, his figure darting forward like smoke, a faint rainbow of light flickering as if it were there and not there.

"puff……"

A small hole, open from front to back, appeared in the middle of the stone.

Stone chips fell like fine sand.

"This is the Great Accomplishment of the Rapier Style. When it is struck, there is no warning whatsoever. The sword precedes the intention. When it pierces through the stone, there is no resistance whatsoever, as if it were passing through flowing water."

Lu Wubing smiled silently, a slight smile playing on his lips.

My heart is filled with joy.

I was amazed by the speed and agility of the "Square Inch Step" and also astonished by the sharpness and speed of the "White Rainbow Piercing the Sun" technique, a master swordsmanship skill.

The stone fell to the ground with a "thud".

Make a muffled sound.

Ouyang Lan suddenly woke up, opening her sleepy eyes.

He asked in surprise, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, it's just that the eyes in the sky spotted us."

Lu Wubing's smile hadn't faded when he looked up and saw the black eagle circling and soaring in mid-air.

Faintly, one could hear sharp, piercing cries.

"Have we been spotted? Then hurry up and get out of here!"

Ouyang Lan became anxious.

He hurriedly tried to stand up, despite his aching body.

"No, they are the ones who should leave."

A cold glint flashed in Lu Wubing's eyes.

"A good punch now will save you from a hundred more. Senior sister, this time, I'll give you a good thrashing."

……

"Quickly, right here, we can't let them get away."

A series of footsteps rang in my ears.

A dozen or so bandits dressed in various colors, brandishing knives and swords, swarmed in.

Following behind was a short, stocky man, resembling a wild boar, clad in iron armor, carrying a spear and a large shield in each hand.

This person, of course, is Tan Siwu, the chieftain of Wohu Village.

At this moment, he was looking over with a fierce expression, as if he were looking at Lu Wubing and the other person as if they were sheep in a field.

The other man had broad shoulders and a narrow waist, was strong and light-footed, and carried a broad-bladed, serrated greatsword as if it were a straw.

It was an old acquaintance of Lu Wubing.

Lu Zhonggui, the fifth disciple of Gu Dongting, the leader of the East Sea Sect, is known as the "Killing Sword".

"Let's see where you can run to today!"

Upon seeing Lu Wubing, Lu Zhonggui felt a dull ache in his ribs.

He seemed to recall the pain of being stabbed by the other party when he was at the Lu family's residence. Lu Wubing's heart was boiling with murderous intent, but his face remained calm as still water.

"Escape? Then why aren't you stopping us? Are you afraid of dying?"

Facing the mountain bandits who charged forward, Lu Wubing ruthlessly wielded his sword.

I slowly moved forward.

One sword for every step, ten swords for every ten steps.

Corpses fell all around him.

Blood flowed like a stream, spreading a crimson stain at his feet.

Extremely dazzling.

"Don't think that just because you have a fast sword, you can still launch a sneak attack..."

Lu Zhonggui, seemingly oblivious to the heavy casualties among the bandits, sneered, "If you hand over the Yuanling Sword Manual, I might even leave you with a whole corpse."

Although he spoke harshly, he was not careless in the slightest. He recalled the scene of his second senior brother being buried in the desolate mountains…

Despite his exceptional lightness skills and swordsmanship, the second senior brother was defeated by these two.

He couldn't understand it, but he was unwilling to take the risk.

Although one of the two people in front of me is injured and the other has shallow internal strength, it is not a reason to underestimate them. When a lion hunts a rabbit, it must use its full strength.

As he spoke, Lu Zhonggui secretly gave him a wink.

Tan Siwu immediately understood his meaning and laughed wildly, "Brother Lu, you deal with this brat, and I'll take care of the woman. For so many years, I've been holed up in this desolate mountain village, and I've never actually encountered such a beautiful young lady."

"As you wish, as long as Brother Tan isn't afraid that old man Ouyang will destroy your stronghold, anything is fine."

Lu Zhonggui laughed heartily.

Before the laughter subsided, he stomped heavily on his foot, leaping like a golden carp in the water, and with a whoosh, he pounced in front of Lu Wubing.

With a serrated broadsword in hand, he slashed diagonally, creating three layers of sword shadows.

The sword technique is like waves, unpredictable and ever-changing.

It's completely impossible to see where it will land.

at the same time.

Tan Siwu rolled on the ground, moving forward like a ball.

A large shield blocked his way.

The eighteen-foot-long spear was like a serpent spitting its tongue.

The spear thrust low to the ground, piercing Lu Wubing's lower abdomen. The spearhead trembled slightly, releasing several points of sharpness.

He knew beforehand that Lu Wubing's swordsmanship was incredibly fast.

At this moment, he was both defensive and offensive, his moves were ruthless and insidious, and he was extremely cautious, which was inconsistent with his rough and reckless appearance.

"hiss……"

The sound of wind could be heard in the air.

Blood splattered in tiny specks.

Tan Siwu was horrified to see that as he thrust out his spear, his opponent simply took a sideways step, and his longsword vanished.

No.

Not disappear.

Instead, it appeared in Lu Zhonggui's throat.

A trail of blood followed.

The sharpness of this sword strike is beyond description.

It's invisible and intangible.

The sword light flashed, seemingly there yet not there.

He didn't even know how the other party dodged or how they drew their sword.
Within a small space, life and death are decided instantly.

Lu Zhonggui's sword strike was halfway through when all his strength had vanished.

A crimson light filled my vision, and I could hear the hissing of blood spurting from my throat. Overwhelming regret washed over me.

'Knowing his sword is fast, why did I rush forward? What was the point of that...'

His eyes were wide open, eager to see Tan Siwu pierce the enemy with a spear.

But then they saw that the short, fat man left even faster than he had come.

bang...

Lu Zhonggui's body fell to the ground, kicking up dust.

Tan Siwu's hair stood on end. He wrapped himself in a large shield, brandished his spear wildly, and spun backward.

This "Tornado" technique was learned from a veteran soldier and had saved his life several times on the battlefield.

After his defeat and escape that year, he became an outlaw and had not used this life-saving move in front of others for a long time.

"puff!"

The spear spun like a wheel, poised to take flight.

Tan Siwu suddenly froze, all his strength drained away, and stood there stiffly.

His eyes widened in astonishment, and he felt a slight pain in his ear. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a long sword lying horizontally beside his head, the blade on the left and the body on the right.

"how is this possible?"

My last vestiges of consciousness lingered in my mind before darkness enveloped me.

Lu Wubing slowly drew his sword, ignoring Tan Siwu's slowly collapsing body.

Use the sword as your eyes; let your intention precede your sword.

Destroying the enemy's leadership is like piercing through rotten soil...

He looked up and gazed into the distance to one side.

"Scholar Baiqiao, why don't you use those twin swallows to hit me?"

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(End of this chapter)