The Smiling, Proud Wanderer, becoming a disciple of Yue Buqun.

call out!

Hou Renying kicked off a tree and leaped into the air, charging towards Jiang Ning, who was standing on the tree.

Jiang Ning glanced at him, then casually swung his sword, unleashing a burst of sword energy.

Hou Renying raised his sword to parry, but the sword energy passed through his sword and struck his chest directly. Hou Renying screamed and fell like a kite with a broken string.

"Ren Ying!"

Yu Canghai cried out in alarm, only to see Hou Renying lying on the ground, lifeless.

The Qingcheng disciples are not very strong. Although there are many of them, they are not very useful. Even the Qingcheng disciples known as the Four Heroes of Qingcheng, such as Hong Renxiong and Hou Renying, are only third-rate. They were easily defeated by Linghu Chong, who was only second-rate. They could not even last a few moves against a true first-rate master. Not to mention that Jiang Ning is now far beyond the reach of ordinary first-rate masters.

Seeing their senior brother being slaughtered like a chicken, the other Qingcheng disciples also looked at Jiang Ning with a hint of retreat.

Seeing that his fellow disciples seemed to be having second thoughts, Luo Renjie quickly shouted.

"Junior brothers, don't be afraid. This kid can't possibly beat us."

After speaking, Luo Renjie looked up at Jiang Ning.

"You surnamed Jiang, don't think you can cause trouble in my Qingcheng Sect just because you're skilled in martial arts. My master can kill you as easily as taking candy from a baby!"

Upon hearing Luo Renjie's words, Yu Canghai didn't know what to say. He stepped forward and silently charged towards Jiang Ning.

At this moment, Yu Canghai was also using the Pine Breeze Sword Technique, but unlike the Qingcheng disciple before him, Yu Canghai's movements were light and graceful, yet his swordsmanship was accompanied by a powerful whistling sound, making him far more skilled than the disciple.

Seeing him rushing towards him at high speed, Jiang Ning suddenly drew his sword and slashed down at a tricky angle.

Jiang Ning's attack was sudden and his sword technique was strange. Yu Canghai had never seen it before, and it was not within his expectations. Yu Canghai frowned and dodged the attack in mid-air.

The next second, Jiang Ning charged towards Yu Canghai, slashing horizontally with his sword.

Yu Canghai's brow twitched involuntarily. He could no longer dodge after he had just regained his footing. Suddenly, his body rose higher, and Jiang Ning slashed across his abdomen with his sword. With a tearing sound, his clothes were cut, but no blood flowed out.

Yu Canghai's lower robe fluttered to the ground, revealing what lay beneath.

Originally, Yu Canghai only had an upper body, and his lower body was that of a dwarf. Jiang Ning just cut the gap between the two of them.

Jiang Ning raised an eyebrow, and the next second he leaped up, soaring above Yu Canghai, and thrust his sword straight at Yu Canghai's crown. The tip of the sword trembled and emitted a clanging sound.

Yu Canghai looked up at Jiang Ning, channeled his inner force, and extended his sword to block. At the same time, as Jiang Ning fell, he reached out with his other hand and struck him. The speed was extremely fast, and the inner force in his palm fluctuated.

Jiang Ning also reached out his hand to meet the palm, and immediately felt a sinister internal force coming from the other's palm.

"hehe."

Jiang Ning sneered and circulated his innate internal energy to confront this insidious internal force.

"what!"

Yu Canghai screamed as a searing pain shot through his palm, as if it were being burned. At the same time, his internal energy became unstable, and he fell to the ground the next second.

"Master!"

The two fought so fast that the Qingcheng disciples below only saw their figures flash by before Yu Canghai's upper body fell from mid-air.

"Master!"

The dwarf also shouted nervously, but the next second a flash of sword light appeared, and Jiang Ning's longsword arrived.

A line of blood flew up, and a sword mark appeared on the dwarf's neck.

Bang!

The dwarf fell from mid-air, crashing to the ground with a thud. After twitching a few times, he remained motionless.

"Master!"

Several Qingcheng disciples reached out to help Yu Canghai, but Yu Canghai pushed them away.

At this moment, Yu Canghai only had half a body, his hair disheveled, looking at Jiang Ning with a ferocious expression like a demon.

Jiang Ning remained standing in the tree, his gaze coldly fixed on the Qingcheng Sect members below.

The next second, Jiang Ning's figure fell from the tree and disappeared into the crowd.

"kill!"

Luo Renjie shouted and charged forward with his sword.

After a while.

There were more than twenty corpses lying haphazardly on the ground, all of them Qingcheng disciples.

Chapter 128: Battle

Tick, tick.

Hong Renxiong's body was nailed to a tree trunk with a sword, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, his dull eyes filled with resentment.

He had tried to sneak up on Jiang Ning from behind, but Jiang Ning didn't even glance at him. He casually kicked the sword away and then slammed him into a tree. The next second, his own sword pierced through his chest.

Yu Canghai, who was even shorter than before, was now dressed in tattered clothes, with disheveled hair and a ferocious expression like a demon. He held a long sword that was even longer than himself and stared fiercely at Jiang Ning.

Yu Canghai opened his mouth and let out a sharp whistle. As if by magic, a red mask appeared on his face. The next second, the mask flew out and floated straight towards Jiang Ning. Yu Canghai then changed his face to a blue mask, and so on. In just a few seconds, more than a dozen masks attacked.

At the same time, Yu Canghai waved his sleeve, and a white sleeve flew straight away, making a clattering sound like chains.

Upon seeing their master conjure up a mask, the remaining Qingcheng disciples also seemed to perform magic, turning their heads and revealing masks on their faces as well, before charging towards Jiang Ning.

Bang!Bang!Bang!

Blue smoke drifted across the venue, enveloping Jiangning.

"Master Yu and your disciples are not very skilled in martial arts, but they are quite good at magic tricks."

Blue smoke rose, and Jiang Ning's voice came from within.

call out!

A figure leaped into the air, slashing with his longsword. Three sword energies were unleashed, instantly killing three Qingcheng disciples on the spot.

call out!

Yu Canghai didn't reply. With a flick of his robe, the white sleeve that had flown out earlier, now wrapped in chains, flew upwards, still heading towards Jiang Ning.

However, Jiang Ning did not intend to dodge at this moment. Instead, he reached out and grabbed the front of the white sleeve, pulled hard, and a great force came. Yu Canghai's figure flew forward, and Jiang Ning also took advantage of this force to stab over. The two rapidly closed the distance between them.

A cold glint flashed, and the sword's aura was chilling. When Yu Canghai looked up, the eyes of the sword's owner were even colder.

when!

As weapons clashed, Yu Canghai's longsword was knocked away and hovered in mid-air.

"what!"

Yu Canghai roared and raised his palm to strike, unleashing the Qingcheng Sect's Heart-Shattering Palm once again.

With a flash of sword light, Yu Canghai's wrist was severed.

Jiang Ning reached out and grabbed Bai Xiu, then flung her away forcefully.

Bang!

With a flick of his white sleeve, Yu Canghai's body was dragged by the force opposite him and slammed into a tree. With a loud bang, the tree shook and leaves rustled down.

Jiang Ning looked up at the longsword hovering in the air, about to fall. He tapped his toes and kicked the hilt, halting the sword's trajectory. The sword then flew out horizontally, piercing the wind.

call out!

The longsword pierced through Yu Canghai's chest and went straight into the tree trunk.

Yu Canghai stared wide-eyed at Jiang Ning not far away, then lowered his head the next second.

"Master, Master!"

"Master is dead."

"Master is dead."

The Qingcheng disciples who were besieging Jiangning rushed to the tree where Yu Canghai had been nailed to the ground, crying and shouting.

Jiang Ning stood not far away, quietly watching this scene while sensing the internal energy within his body.

So far, his internal energy hasn't been depleted much. Apart from using his internal energy to stun some Qingcheng disciples at the beginning, he has mostly killed people with swordsmanship and rarely used sword energy or internal energy.

Of the four heroes of Qingcheng, only Yu Renhao is still alive. Yu Renhao suddenly turned his head and stared at Jiang Ning with a ferocious expression. The next second, he charged forward.

The remaining Qingcheng disciples also abandoned their previous hesitation and charged forward with bloodshot eyes.

Yu Canghai was the leader of the Qingcheng Sect. They were Qingcheng disciples. When Yu Canghai was alive, they were afraid of Jiang Ning. After Yu Canghai died, they rushed up to him without fear of death. It was strange, but that was the truth.

Jiang Ning pointed his longsword diagonally at the ground, and blood dripped down the tip of the sword.

After a while.

Jiang Ning stood in the center, forcefully flicked the blood off his sword, and then sheathed it.

Jiang Ning walked past a corpse lying in front of him and entered Songfeng Temple.

The Taoist temple was very large and magnificent, and looked very impressive. Compared to it, the buildings of the Huashan Sect looked like latrines.

The Songfeng Temple was unusually quiet and deserted. As Jiang Ning walked through the temple, he only saw some servants hiding behind some cover, looking at him fearfully.

Passing through these layers of luxurious buildings, Jiang Ning unknowingly arrived deep inside the Taoist temple.

Ok?

Jiang Ning noticed that there were rows of dilapidated houses on one side of the dojo, which were completely different from the luxurious and grand buildings in front.

As Jiang Ning drew closer, he saw four or five people dressed as Taoist priests standing in front of him. These priests were thin and their clothes were worn out.

"This humble Taoist has met with Layman Jiang."

An older Taoist priest standing at the front performed a Taoist salute to Jiang Ning.

Jiang Ning was somewhat surprised, but still returned the greeting.

"Greetings, Daoist Master."

The middle-aged Taoist priest looked at the bloodstains on Jiang Ning's body and suddenly asked, "Since you were able to come here, Uncle Yu and the others must have already died at your hands, right?"

Uncle Yu?