Wan Jian returns to his clan!

Chapter 100 Seven Killings Breaking Army, All Things Are Impermanent (Seeking Monthly Tickets)
When the enemy advances, we retreat; when the enemy retreats, we attack.

Lu Wubing felt a slight regret as he drew his sword.

Suddenly, he used the unpredictable "Moon-Grabbing and Star-Picking Hand" to flank and harass from behind.

Seize this opportunity and unleash your full power.

The Perfect-level [White Rainbow Piercing the Sun] was significantly more powerful with the support of the Advanced-level [Golden Robe], but it still did not achieve an overwhelming victory.

Xiao Shantong reacted incredibly quickly. In the critical moment, relying on his intuition, he parried with a slash, deflecting the fatal sword strike.

Moreover, this person found a way to control himself in the shortest possible time.

It is extremely slippery.

When the opponent stopped directly confronting him and instead used internal energy to suppress him and his movement techniques to move around, Lu Wubing was completely helpless and couldn't find an opportunity to fight back.

They could only watch helplessly as the other drifted further and further away.

Internal energy provides an enormous boost to movement techniques.

Without a second thought, Lu Wubing started to catch up.

The first step left him three zhang behind, and after taking three or four steps, all he could see was a glimpse of Xiao Santong's back.

Seventh Senior Sister looked back, her pace quickening, but she was already getting closer and closer.

Lu Wubing was extremely anxious when he saw two figures leaping rapidly from the direction of the Tianxing Palace, one after the other.

The person behind him was round and muscular, his footsteps making the tree branches bob and he wasn't very steady as he ran. He was clearly the ever-smiling fourth senior brother, Zhang Dexing.

He coordinated the night patrols and arrived at the scene to provide assistance upon hearing the news, which was fortunately timely.

The one at the very front moved like a swallow, landing with a single step that left the branches and leaves motionless... He came rushing in with a whistling sound, elegant and graceful.

It turned out to be Senior Brother Yue Lingfeng.

Amidst the flashes of lightning, his face was still slightly flushed, clearly still intoxicated, yet this did not hinder his sword strike.

"Big Brother!"

Seeing the reinforcements arriving from afar, Lin Wenjing let out a joyful shout.

A chill ran down her spine; the enemy was about to attack, yet she felt no more worry.

Amidst a long howl, Yue Lingfeng roared, "Who dares to invade my Tianxing? Die!"

To be honest, Lu Wubing felt that his movement skills were far inferior to those of his senior brother.

But can you really fight a top-tier fighter head-on?
As he sped along, Lu Wubing almost shook his head, thinking that he was still drunk and couldn't tell the difference in strength between his opponents.

With a long howl, Yue Lingfeng's figure blurred past Lin Wenjing, the sword in his hand trembling, transforming into a thin, dim phantom. Suddenly, it merged into the wind and rain, silently and stealthily striking first.

"Shadowless Sword Technique".

Xiao Shantong didn't stop walking. He sneered and his knife flashed.

Clang…

Swords clashed, like a silver bottle suddenly shattering.

The rain and mist transformed into ripples, shooting out in all directions.

At the same time, a longsword made of green steel also shot out.

Yue Lingfeng only took one sword strike before spitting out a mouthful of blood. He felt a sharp pain in his arm and his internal organs were trembling.

His eyes widened in horror, and he dodged the attack with a quick tap of his foot.

I secretly groaned in my heart.

Zhang Dexing, who arrived shortly after, slashed his sword halfway through when a dark, sharp gust of wind whistled in front of him, shattering the raindrops and striking the sword.

The powerful internal force forced him to retreat seven or eight steps, his face turning pale.

Like Lin Wenjing, he was suddenly attacked by the Illusionary Yin Finger, feeling a chill that penetrated to the bone, and his mind filled with illusions like smoke.

For a moment, his arms were weak and he was unable to attack again.

"Heh heh, you chicken and dog, overestimating yourselves."

With a single stroke of his sword and a flick of his finger, Xiao Shantong defeated two men in quick succession, releasing his pent-up frustration with a long laugh.

With a flash of swords, they were about to charge into battle once more.

He knew that a quiet young man with extremely strange swordsmanship was chasing after him.

The Blissful Blade stirred up a storm, sweeping towards the three senior and junior siblings.

Lu Wubing hardened his heart, stimulating several acupoints with all his might and frantically using the [Square Inch Step] technique, but he was still too late and was still seventeen or eighteen zhang away...

Just as he was feeling sad, a sharp whistle came from afar...

"Woo!"

In the shadows, a figure emerged, its presence swift and powerful, hurtling closer.

Just as Xiao Shantong was about to swing his knife, he suddenly turned his head and his eyes changed drastically.

"Dragon-Riding Strike".

He no longer cared about killing the few Tianxing disciples. With a roar, he brandished his curved blade in front of him, creating a dazzling display of light.

With each swing of the energy, a thousand threads of netting are formed.

boom……

Amidst a shrill cry, a blazing sword light exploded into ripples, rushing towards him like a streak of light and striking his blade.

Enraged, Qin Huaiying drew his sword before he even arrived, the strike carrying immense force, like a surging river.

Xiao Shantong let out a muffled groan.

The gleaming silver katana in his hand slammed violently against his chest. The shock sent him flying several feet backward, his arm trembling and blood dripping from his tiger's mouth.

He opened his mouth and vomited a mouthful of blood.

"What a Seven Kill Sword! What a Dragon Taming Strike!"

Xiao Shantong looked up and saw a figure floating in the rain, catching the longsword that bounced back.

His eyes narrowed slightly, still shaken, but a slight smile appeared on his lips as he turned and said with a smile, "Master, I've lured out this famous beauty from the martial arts world. Whether I succeed or not depends on your skills."

"Good, very good. My good disciple has done a great service today."

Amidst eerie, grotesque laughter.

A gaunt figure dressed in a bright red robe, with dark purple eyeshadow and blood-red lips suddenly appeared before them.

Its form was like smoke and mist, illusory and unreal.

The rain fell around him, disappearing a foot away.

It seemed to have been shattered into nothingness by an invisible force.

No one knows how he got there, just as he had been standing on the hillside the whole time.

"The Old Demon Who Pities Flowers".

Qin Huaiying's face was so gloomy it seemed to drip water, and his eyes flashed with a deep killing intent. Holding his sword to his brow, he said coldly, "Among the six paths of the demonic sect, I never expected that it would be a shady place like your Hehuan Sect that would dare to invade my Tianxing. Now that you're here, don't leave."

"What a magnificent steed! I wonder where you get your confidence? You dare to be so presumptuous in front of a Xiantian expert. Very well, I enjoy taming such wild horses..."

Amidst the old man's fierce laughter, all around suddenly turned pitch black.

Countless raindrops, gales, and even the flashes of lightning in the sky were distorted and swallowed up.

Everyone could no longer see anything but a giant hand...

Five fingers, white and thick, with sharp nails, covering the sky and the earth.

Lu Wubing felt as if a heavy hammer was striking his mind.

His legs stumbled, and his running speed suddenly decreased...

He discovered that the supple yet powerful "Dripping Water Force" within his body was somewhat out of control. Drawn by the black energy in front of him, it seemed as if it too was about to be swallowed up.

Tonight is dangerous.

Lu Wubing's heart sank to the bottom of the water.

Suddenly, he felt the [Primal Spirit Sword Qi] in his mind, which had been dormant, suddenly jump and become active uncontrollably.

Before he could sense it more clearly...

A point of starlight suddenly appeared in the pitch-black vortex more than ten feet in front of him.

As soon as the starlight appeared, the storm suddenly stopped.

boom……

The starlight transformed into the blazing sun.

It shone brightly in the night. Even the lightning in the sky paled in comparison.

The light distorted, the trees shattered, and the soil churned as a sword light, carrying an upright and righteous force, slammed heavily into the red-robed old man.

"Master!"

Cheers erupted from all around.

Amidst the huge roar.

The first to be targeted was Xiao Shantong, the Thousand-Faced Demon, whose lips still curled into a cold smile.

A hint of fear had just surfaced in his eyes.

His body had been cleaved into pieces by the sword light, and blood splattered everywhere.

The sword light surged forward like waves, striking the red-robed old man's claws with a loud clang.

Two figures, one after the other, crashed heavily into the forest like cannonballs.

"Po Jun..."

At this moment, Ouyang Zheng's clear and deep shout reached his ears.

"What a righteous and chivalrous person he is! He's such a despicable villain. He returned to Tianxing Peak, but instead hid and launched a sneak attack. What kind of hero is he?"

This time, the Old Demon Lianhua couldn't laugh; his tone turned extremely angry.

With a roar, it swung its claws repeatedly, unleashing a powerful force that destroyed vast swathes of forest.

Yet the decline could not be stopped.

"When facing the Demon Clown, what's the point of talking about benevolence and morality? Do you think I'm stupid? Junior sister, when it comes to eliminating demons, no method is too harsh. Let's join forces today to reduce one of the six paths of the demonic sect."

Ouyang Zheng remained calm and composed, his voice neither hurried nor slow.

Although not born with innate talent, he surpasses even those born with it, his heroic spirit soaring to the heavens.

"Perfect timing to perform the Seven Killings Breaking Army Subduing Demon Style."

Qin Huaiying laughed heartily.

His figure soared into the sky, his sword flashing out like a peacock spreading its tail, hundreds and thousands of sword lights whistling as they rushed into the distorted light.

The two swords combined sounded like a dragon's roar.

The sword energy transformed into a halo of light, slowly rotating. For a moment, Lu Wubing was mesmerized and almost forgot the danger he had faced earlier.

"Wait, where's Senior Sister Xiaolan?"

He glanced around and found that all his direct disciples had arrived, and even some junior brothers and sisters from Jingxin Hall whom he had never met before had also arrived one after another.

But Ouyang Lan was nowhere to be seen.

After Lu Wubing awakened his innate wisdom, the most profound memories he had of this world, besides his parents, were those of his senior sister Xiaolan.

At that moment, a thought arose in his mind, and he immediately felt a chill run down his spine, sensing that something was wrong.

Ouyang Lan's personality is characterized by playfulness, mischief, liveliness, and a carefree spirit...

What kind of situation would make a young girl who loves to join in the fun and is not afraid of fighting just hide in a corner and not show up?
Think of this.

Lu Wubing didn't even bother to see how the "Double Swords Exorcising Demons" would end.

Without even saying goodbye, he turned and ran towards the Tianxing Palace.

Amidst the distorted and flickering light and the resounding clash of sword energies, no one noticed his hasty departure.

If we say that the Thousand-Faced Young Master Xiao Shantong was just the first step, to provoke his master's wife to take action and test the strength of the Heavenly Star Sect.

The Old Demon of Pitying Flowers is the second link, aiming to destroy Tianxing in one fell swoop.

So, is there a third link in the chain? Was the demonic sect's attack on the mountain just a feint, and their real target actually Senior Sister Xiaolan?

The crisis facing the Heavenly Star Sect has never been a one-dimensional issue...

Not only are there external troubles, but there are also internal problems. The sect leader is racking his brains and trying every means to unite the three sects, but perhaps someone wants to sabotage this great plan.

As Lu Wubing entered the Tianxing Palace, he only saw a few junior disciples running around in a panic, clearly not yet understanding the situation.

We've just gotten close to the backyard.

Lu Wubing's eyes narrowed to pinpoints, and his heart pounded wildly.

He saw a figure leaning against the door, lying in a pool of blood.

She was a little girl of about twelve or thirteen years old, dressed in a light blue dress.

I had met him once before.

She was the young lady named Su Mei whom I had met before descending the mountain that day.

She was also a junior disciple of Jingxin Hall and liked to follow behind her senior sister Xiaolan.

However, this pretty and shy young girl had just been slashed on the neck, and blood was gushing out like a spring. She was lying on the ground, barely breathing and convulsing.

Lu Wubing felt a pang of pain in his heart. He took a step forward, and six silver needles, wrapped in powerful vitality, pierced several acupoints on Xiao Su's chest and throat.

At the same time, without stopping, it stirred up a gust of wind, smashed through the half-closed door, and rushed into a side room.

The tables and chairs inside the room were overturned.
I smelled blood...

Looking up, one could see a trail of bloodstains on the thin brocade quilt of the bed...

The bloodstains slowly spread, not yet dried. One side of the window was twisted and broken, and where the blood dripped, rain fell like a curtain outside the window.

Senior Sister Xiaolan.

Lu Wubing's heart clenched.

I could almost hear the sounds of sweet, innocent voices, some loud, some soft.

"Junior brother, although your cultivation speed is acceptable, remember to avoid arrogance and impatience..."

"Little Lu, can't you make your senior sister happy?"

"No, junior brother, senior sister is not someone who is afraid of death. We live together or die together."

"Don't be so wishy-washy, your senior sister is very capable, this minor injury is nothing to worry about..."

"Junior brother, you're so fast."

A surge of anger welled up inside me.

Lu Wubing gripped the sword hilt tightly, the veins on the back of his hands bulging, his eyes turning bloodshot, and he muttered, "I'm not fast enough."

In a flash, he passed through the window and rushed into the rain.

……

Asking for a monthly ticket.

(End of this chapter)