With a sword drawn, he laughs proudly, his martial prowess dominating the heavens!

Chapter 113 The Three Heroes Who Vanquished Demons and Eliminated Bandits

"Big brother, second brother, a big deal has arrived! The Three Heroes of Laughing at the Wind are here to vanquish demons and bandits—it's the perfect time!"

Li Che shouted, and before Qu Yang and Linghu Chong could react, he had already rushed out.

The two were stunned for a moment. Eldest brother? Second brother?

That's interesting!

"Don't panic, third brother! Your elder brother/second elder brother is here to help you!"

The three men, their faces covered by black cloth, leaped out one after another. Their appearances were almost indistinguishable from those of the Songshan disciples disguised as demonic cult members, the only difference being that they wore bamboo hats.

The group, engrossed in their battle, continued their work, their eyes squinting, but their minds were somewhat fuzzy.

The Smiling, Proud Wanderer?

Does such a person exist in the martial arts world?

Where did these three clowns come from!

"The senior monk's staff skills are quite good, watch me!"

Before he could finish speaking, Li Che had already charged forward like a sharp arrow.

Seeing him charging recklessly, the "demonic cultist" immediately became contemptuous. One of the men on the periphery turned and swung his arm, slashing sideways with a steel blade.

The blade whistled across the face, its force heavy and powerful.

"Watch out!"

Li Che only glanced at its crudeness!

Without any visible arm movement, he merely flicked his wrist and trembled his sword, causing the blade to instantly turn. As the man passed by, the sword struck the ground without causing him any harm. The "demon" wielding the sword managed to sustain himself for a few breaths before collapsing to the ground.

The monk Bujie's eyes lit up. "Excellent swordsmanship!"

"You flatter me!" Li Che replied in a deep voice, and three more people died as he spoke.

Seeing that Qu Yang and Linghu Chong had arrived, Li Che took a step and leaped up, floating up as if walking on clouds and mist.

"Excellent footwork!" the head monk praised again.

Master Dingyi fought the three alone for a long time, and although her defense was tight, her killing moves were weak.

Fortunately, the opponent dared not reveal their own martial arts skills and only used their internal energy to force crude sword moves to fight back. Even so, after a while, Dingyi will definitely be exhausted and wear her down!

However, not only did a great monk suddenly appear out of nowhere, but also the Three Heroes of Laughing Proudly appeared out of nowhere.

The three men in black were starting to get anxious.

Master Dingyi gritted her teeth and persevered. The sword blade had become serrated, and her nun's robe was covered in cuts and dark red bloodstains had seeped out in several places.

She had thought that since the enemy had set up this trap, she would have no chance of survival and would be willing to die for her cause. Her only concern was that the conspiracy of Qu, Liu, and Li could not be known to the martial arts community, and she didn't know how many more people would die at the hands of the villains.

Unexpectedly, a glimmer of hope appeared at the end of the road, and their morale soared. They mustered their strength and thrust out their left palm and right sword at the same time.

The sword's movements were erratic and unpredictable. The palm strikes appeared gentle, yet concealed a deep, hidden power.

The sword is called Hidden Needle, and the palm is called Heavenly Longevity; both are unique skills of Hengshan.

The sword strikes straight at the center, while the palm strikes the thief's left hand.

The man on the right had no time to spare; the Three Heroes of Laughter had arrived!

Li Che leaped a few times and floated to the side of Abbess Dingyi. His eyes swept around and found that the Songshan Sect had not yet shown up.

Perfect, let's kill these three first!

He poured his energy into the longsword, and its sharpness rang out incessantly.

A quick glance confirmed it; this was their first time fighting.

Upon first clash of swords, Li Che had already determined that this man's skills were inferior to Deng Bagong's.

In the blink of an eye, the longsword slipped, the tip trembled three times, and then pierced through the wrist.

"ah--!"

Before the man in black could finish his scream, the sword slashed again, cutting his neck.

Without pausing for a moment, Li Che landed and leaped forward again, shouting, "Master, retreat! I'll fight them!"

The two men in black never expected that their junior brother would be killed with a single move, his throat slit.

The three heroes of The Smiling, Proud Wanderer are surprisingly the strongest, especially the third one!

The situation is hopeless. Retreat quickly with your junior brother's corpse!

The two men each withdrew three-tenths of their strength from their sword strikes, softening their fierce and deadly moves, and using the recoil to swiftly leap backward.

One person lunged at Li Che, while another leaped diagonally to snatch the corpse.

Because she was hesitant to act rashly, although Master Dingyi's arms were sore and numb from the shock and she felt a tightness in her chest, she was not seriously injured.

"Be careful, hero!"

"Master, you're mistaken! I am the Third Hero. The First and Second Heroes are rescuing the little nun. Please, please, my swordsmanship is too advanced; I'm afraid I'll hurt you!"

Li Che had a very loud voice, which amused Linghu Chong, who was wielding his sword. He had originally thought that Brother Li was like his master, but he did not expect that he also had a playful and mischievous side.

Ha! Only Brother Li, who is covered in masks, is his age truly matched.

Master Dingyi:

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But he spoke of swordsmanship, yet abandoned his sword and used his palm to meet the black-clad man's palm strike.

Before their palms even met, Li Che could already sense that the man was using yin and yang techniques in his left and right palms respectively. His left palm was fierce and yang, while his right palm was soft and cold.

It turns out to be Master Yue Houle, the master of Yin-Yang techniques!

I'd like to see how much better you are than that bastard Fei Bin.

Le Hou's eyes narrowed, this move was already using all his strength. "Those three scoundrels ruined my important affairs at Songshan. Today I'll make you two out of the three heroes of Laughing Proudly. Later, I'll deal with that big monk too."

That arrogant brat dared to abandon his sword and fight with his palm, showing no respect for the world!

However, when the four palms touched, there was no sound.

Le Hou felt a chill run down his spine. His palm strike was powerful enough to split stone tablets, but now it felt like hitting a ball of cotton. The Yin-Yang Palm Force was like a mud ox entering the sea, completely unable to exert any force.

He forcefully channeled his inner energy, unleashing layers of palm power, one after another, like waves crashing against the shore.

In a flash, Li Che took a half step back, and Le Hou suddenly felt a sticky force in the other's palm, as if the palm force was being pulled.

He realized he was in trouble and quickly tried to withdraw his palm and change his move.

Just then, Li Che, who had taken a half step back, advanced rapidly again, his soft palm strike growing stronger, as powerful as a raging storm.

With a muffled thud, Yue Hou felt as if he had been struck by a giant hammer in the chest, and he staggered back several steps.

Footprints, several inches deep, were left on the dirt road in the mountains.

"puff--!"

After a moment of shock, he spat out a mouthful of blood, and most of the black cloth covering his face was lifted off.

His internal organs were severely damaged, and his arm meridians were severed. A feeling of suffocation pressed on his chest, making it difficult for him to even utter a word.

Suddenly I remembered Junior Brother Fei. Could this boy be...?!

The two exchanged blows in a single palm strike, which took no more than three breaths.

"Bang!"

Li Che glanced coldly, then picked up the longsword at his feet and swung it out, the blade aimed straight at Uncle Zhong, who had just embraced the corpse.

Le Hou was only speculating, but Zhong Zhen was absolutely certain that with that figure and attire, who else could it be but that scoundrel Li Che?!

But the two of them had something to say, and absolutely could not say it.

Zhong Zhen was so shocked that he broke out in a cold sweat. He glanced at Le Hou, then at the corpse in his hand, and then looked at the south side.

How can this situation be broken?!

Why isn't Senior Brother Ding here yet?!

Zhong Zhen was very anxious, and Li Che was also very anxious.

Why isn't Uncle Ding here yet?!

Ding Mian was also in a hurry. The situation had changed too quickly, so quickly that he hadn't yet figured out what excuse he should use to show up.

Looking over at the little nun's side, the fat monk was already quite skilled.

The two newcomers were quite different. One had a sharp swordsmanship, as swift as a whirlwind. The other, seemingly skinny, used both palms and fists, but his attacks were extremely ruthless, always striking the center or back of the body. In an instant, three to five people had already died.

But Li Che couldn't wait any longer!

The clanging of swords rang out again, the longswords flashing like lightning.

Li Che moved with lightning speed, his steps and turns as swift as the wind, charging straight towards his uncle.

Killing him would be a win, but let's see how long Uncle Ding can endure this!

A chilling killing intent loomed over him; Zhong Zhen was no longer the cold and aloof man he once was, he was terrified.

In an instant, he threw down the body and sped south.

A mocking smile appeared on Li Che's lips. Of the Thirteen Protectors of Songshan, five had already been gathered: the dead, the dying, and the ones being hunted down.

Not even halfway done yet, we still need to work harder!

Master Dingyi swept her gaze toward her disciple, where enemy corpses littered the ground; the crisis was over.

He then turned to look at the man in black lying on the ground, and held his sword to the side of his neck.

"Let's see which side you're on!"

Just then, another rumbling sound came from the south. "Ding Mian from Songshan is a step too late. Are all my fellow practitioners from Hengshan alright?!"