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

The two attackers, one from the front and one from the back, were both top-tier masters with extremely fast attack speeds. One aimed straight for his face, while the other attacked his back, each move potentially fatal.

At the critical moment, a man thrust his sword at them from the left.

Jiang Ning seized the opportunity, flicked the chain with his left hand, and it flew out quickly to wrap around the man's wrist. Jiang Ning then pulled the man in front of him. At the same time, Jiang Ning turned around and kicked downwards to the side. The man's brows furrowed, and he subconsciously paused for a moment. But Jiang Ning quickly pulled his leg back and forcefully shook his shoulder backwards, causing the man behind him to be thrown forward.

Jiang Ning sheathed his sword, turned around, and thrust backward.

The leader was startled when he saw that it was his own brother and quickly withdrew his hand. But the next second, a cold light flashed from under his armpit, and the sword's edge suddenly appeared.

The man was terrified and retreated rapidly. Jiang Ning raised his sword and swept it upwards, sending a severed arm flying, accompanied by a scream.

Just then, three more people attacked from different directions.

Jiang Ning pulled hard on the chain, lifting his body up. The chain swung back and forth, causing the man's body to flip up and down, blocking the attacks from the others.

The sounds of weapons piercing flesh and screams caused the others to instinctively stop moving.

Upon closer inspection, everyone realized that they had just been attacking their own brother.

"The sixteenth brother!"

A man looked alarmed and immediately shouted.

The man in Jiang Ning's hand was covered in blood, with horrific knife marks and bruises everywhere. He was barely breathing and looked like he was about to die.

Jiang Ning released his grip, and the man fell downwards, but Jiang Ning immediately kicked him away, sending him flying towards the two other men.

When the two men saw their brother being kicked over, they didn't immediately intervene. Instead, they took a few steps back, but the next second their pupils contracted sharply.

A flash of cold light.

Jiang Ning flicked his wrist, slashing his longsword across the throat of one of the men. At the same time, Jiang Ning spun around and landed beside the other man.

The man was shocked and quickly turned to fight back, but Jiang Ning struck him on the shoulder with a palm, crippling his arm. Jiang Ning then grabbed his head and slashed it horizontally with his sword.

With a soft thud, the sword pierced his throat, and blood spurted out.

The other men stopped abruptly upon seeing this, not daring to move forward any further, and forgetting to make any noise to disturb the peace.

Jiang Ning then gently pushed the man, who had become a corpse, to the side, his throat soaking the sword with blood, but the next second the heavy rain washed it away.

thump.

The ground was already covered with mud, and the body fell into the mud with a thud.

The heavy rain continued to fall, soaking Jiang Ning's clothes. Jiang Ning stood in the rain, his expression unchanged.

There were eight or nine corpses lying haphazardly all around, leaving only five people standing.

The leading man looked at Jiang Ning with a solemn expression. The other man's injuries were getting worse, but he felt no joy at all.

To be honest, he was starting to have second thoughts.

But when he thought about the consequences of going back like this...

The remaining five men exchanged glances, then charged towards Jiang Ning with ferocious expressions.

As the longsword slashed down, Jiang Ning suddenly moved, flicking his longsword upwards.

The man wielding the long knife dodged to the side, but Jiang Ning swung his sword left and right, forcing the man to retreat repeatedly. Jiang Ning pressed forward, thrusting his sword straight at the man's throat, only to be smashed away by a spiked club that came crashing down from the side.

Using the momentum, Jiang Ning turned and swung his sword horizontally, sending the two men flying backward. A foot stretched out and stepped on Jiang Ning's sword, and the next second a curved blade came slashing down from behind the neck.

Jiang Ningsongjian fell to the ground, simultaneously raising his leg to kick upwards. The man wielding the curved knife was struck in the cheek and forced to stagger backwards.

Jiang Ning braced himself with one palm, twisted his body with the power of his waist, stood up, and leaped into the air. He kicked the man's wrist again, causing the curved knife to fly out of his hand. Jiang Ning reached out, grabbed the hilt, turned around, and thrust. His movements were incredibly swift. The tip of the knife pierced the man's thigh, but due to the structure of the curved knife, it could not penetrate. The next second, Jiang Ning withdrew the knife and pulled it back, leaving a trail of blood.

The scimitar's tip was curved, and when Jiang Ning sheathed the blade, the tip left a very deep wound on the attacker's inner thigh, which had a surprising effect.

Jiang Ning prepared to expand his gains, but the next second a long sword came from the side, and Jiang Ning immediately retreated.

The leader of the group took Jiang Ning's sword and started fighting with him.

This person's swordsmanship is swift and his moves are tricky; he is clearly a master swordsman.

Jiang Ning frowned, then unleashed a powerful downward slash that overwhelmed the leader's attack. He followed up with three more slashes, each delivered with force despite being a curved blade.

The leader was forced to retreat repeatedly after being slashed, almost dropping his sword.

Jiang Ning lunged forward and slashed down with his sword, his inner strength surging.

Seeing how swift this move was, the leader of the men didn't have time to think and raised his sword to block in front of him.

when!

A loud slashing sound rang out, and the leader felt a sharp pain in his arm, as if he could already hear the veins in his arm bursting.

Jiang Ning's expression turned fierce. He slashed hard, knocking the opponent back. The next second, Jiang Ning rolled forward and unleashed a Lion Slash.

puff!

The leader felt a chill in his abdomen, followed by a sharp pain.

Jiang Ning continued his actions without stopping, unleashing several more slashes before kicking the leader's body, sending him flying like a rag doll, his longsword flying from his hand.

"Big brother!"

"Big brother!"

The remaining men screamed in terror upon seeing the leader's corpse, but the leader only twitched a few times on the ground before falling silent.

Jiang Ning reached out and grabbed the longsword, switching between sword and blade in both hands, and charged towards the group.

After a while.

Tick, tick.

Blood dripped from Jiang Ning's body, seeping into the ground with the rain. Jiang Ning leaned on his sword, his chest heaving violently, his face pale, as if he would collapse at any moment.

Jiang Ning reached out and pulled off the strip of cloth covering his face. His arm hung down naturally, and the cloth slipped through his fingers.

Boom!

Dark clouds covered the sky, and torrential rain poured down. A bolt of lightning flashed, illuminating the earth for a moment. Apart from Jiang Ning, corpses lay scattered all around him on the ground.

Chapter 139: The Beggar

The rain gradually stopped.

Jiang Ning stood in the open space, looking at the corpses all around him.

After a long while.

Jiang Ning raised his sword and was about to take a step when his knees buckled and he fell to the ground.

He felt completely drained, his internal energy almost completely depleted.

Jiang Ning lay on the ground, staring silently at the sky, his chest heaving violently.

He had been attacked by so many experts, all of whom were quite powerful. He didn't know how he managed to hold on.

When people are driven to the brink of despair, they unleash unimaginable power and potential, either surviving the ordeal or meeting their demise.

"Ren Yingying..."

Jiang Ning gazed at the night sky, and the image of this woman came to mind.

He was so grateful for the generous gift he received; he would definitely thank the person in person if he had the chance later.

Da da da~

Maodou came over from not far away.

Seeing the corpses all around, Maodou wasn't particularly afraid. After all, it had traveled with Jiang Ning for a year and had seen far too many corpses.

Maodou came to Jiang Ning's side, looked at Jiang Ning lying on the ground, and his donkey eyes actually showed a human-like look of concern. He lowered his head and rubbed against Jiang Ning's chest.

Seeing its appearance, Jiang Ning laughed.

"Oh, you're worried about me after all. It's not like I raised you for nothing."

No sooner had he finished speaking than Jiang Ning gasped in shock.

"You idiot, you've touched my wound."

Maodou buried his head in Jiang Ning's chest and rolled around, where there was a knife wound.

After being scolded by Jiang Ning, Maodou took two steps back, looking aggrieved.

After resting for a while, Jiang Ning finally regained some strength and got up from the ground. He then searched the corpses and found nothing on them except some loose silver coins.

"Let's go."

Jiang Ning climbed onto the donkey's back and let Maodou leave, as he wanted to rest somewhere else.

Fifteen days later.

Inside a cave.

Jiang Ning was shirtless, with strips of cloth wrapped around his body.

At this moment, Jiang Ning was sitting on the ground, feeling his physical condition.

After a while.

"It's almost healed."

Jiang Ning opened his eyes and muttered to himself.

The Zixia Divine Skill has a strong effect on healing injuries, let alone the Innate Skill. These days, thanks to the treatment and recovery from the Innate Skill, his body is basically fine, his wounds have scabbed over, and he will be almost fully recovered soon.

Jiang Ning stood up and stretched his body. Although the injured area still ached slightly, it was completely tolerable.

As the saying goes, it takes a hundred days to recover from a broken bone. Now his injury has improved, but he still needs to be careful for a while. Ordinary fighting is fine, but he should try to avoid high-intensity battles and fights with experts, otherwise it may aggravate his injury.

"You can go now."

Jiang Ning put his clothes back on and then told Mao Dou that he was going to Dujiangyan.

He had been resting in this cave for the past few days. The place was not far from Dujiangyan, and it would normally take him one or two days to get there by car.

Maodou was lying on the ground fast asleep, his face contorted in a ferocious expression, kicking his hooves wildly, seemingly having some kind of nightmare. He didn't even respond when Jiang Ning called out to him.

Jiang Ning went up and slapped him hard across the face.