Wan Jian returns to his clan!

Chapter 102 A Decisive Strike, Three Swords Secure the Victory (Seeking First Subscription)
In the darkness of night.

A graceful figure in pale yellow darted left and right, swiftly moving around the trees...

We were about to rush out of the grove and climb the high slope behind the mountain.

There was no cover over there, and as long as they could hold out for a while, some sharp-eyed disciples would eventually notice that something was wrong.

She took a step forward, her toes barely touching the treetop, and like a swift darting through the forest, she was about to soar into the sky.

Suddenly, a ripple appeared in the air beside him.

Both the Jingmen and Qimen acupoints experienced a sudden chill.

The sword light suddenly appeared, its energy as sharp as a needle; even before it touched you, you felt as if it could pierce you.

"Yu!"

Ouyang Lan's face turned even paler. With a soft shout, she slashed and flicked her longsword, creating a curtain of sword energy.

Within arm's reach, one can see mountains and the sea.

Dangdang...

Two clear, resonant sounds rang out.

A masked man in black emerged from the woods, leaping three zhang diagonally before landing.

A hint of embarrassment flashed in his eyes.

His sword flashed swiftly, and his skill was even more profound, his energy extending three feet. His attack came without warning, and he was unable to break through Ouyang Lan's [Oath of Love].

Aside from causing the little girl in the yellow dress to bleed from the corner of her mouth, they didn't achieve much.

how is this possible.

In particular, the young girl in front of me not only possessed the extremely powerful defensive technique "Oath of Love," which she had mastered to a very high level, but she also used the technique "Eternal Flame" with unparalleled skill.

With this combination of defense and offense, even though her cultivation level was much higher than hers, she couldn't defeat him in a hurry.

However, it's not too much trouble, just a bit more work.

Blocked by his two swords, Ouyang Lan had lost her chance to escape. From the left and right sides, two sword lights came whistling towards her.

The three people formed a triangular shape, firmly locking in their positions.

One man's sword flashed without a trace, his attacks were extremely sinister.

One man's sword flashed like fire and flame, his momentum like a tiger, extremely difficult to resist.

There was another person whose swordsmanship was as powerful as a dragon or an elephant, his strength boundless, slicing the air as if it were shattered by glass, his potential hidden.

After fleeing east and west and exchanging a few blows, Ouyang Lan sadly discovered that she couldn't defeat any of them.

If it weren't for recently practicing swordsmanship with my junior brother, and having just broken through two of the ultimate moves of the [Yaoguang Sword], I would have been fine.

By now, they would probably have already been captured by the enemy.

Yes, she realized that the three men actually wanted to capture her alive.

He held back somewhat when wielding his sword.

Otherwise, her injuries would have been even more severe.

Even so, she already felt exhausted and mentally drowsy.

This is a consequence of excessive mental exertion, damage to the five internal organs, and excessive consumption of internal energy.

'Why isn't junior brother here yet?'

For some reason, when things got really critical, the first person she thought of wasn't her father or mother, but her always somewhat annoying junior brother.

If my junior brother were here, he would definitely protect me and wipe out all these people.

As Ouyang Lan thought this, a pang of sadness welled up in her heart, thinking that she might never see him again this time.

"I wonder which senior uncle dared to do this? Your Shadowless Sword is so exquisite; you must have received great kindness from Tianxing in passing on his skills. How dare you act in this way? How will you face our ancestor when we meet again?"

"Also, my left-handed swordsman uncle, although your Subduing Dragon Sword Technique seems to be something else entirely, the divine power within it is undeniable. It must be closely related to my Heavenly Star Peak..."

"She's stalling for time, aren't you two going to make your move?"

The sword in the lead man's hand flashed with a fiery red arc, like the flapping wings of a Vermilion Bird.

The sword flashed, emitting fiery golden scales, and slashed down.

This man wields his sword like a wing, his body like a bird in flight, gliding and swooping down with unparalleled speed.

"So it was the Crimson Feather Sword of the Iron-Blooded Thirteen Eagles, I understand now."

A flash of understanding crossed Ouyang Lan's eyes.

My heart sank into the deep sea.

She knew that since the other party was no longer concealing his signature swordsmanship, he must have already decided to kill her. If his previous attempt to capture her was to take advantage of the chaos, now he probably wanted to kill her out of her spirit.

The target was naturally his parents.

"What good is it if you understand?"

The Crimson Feather Sword danced with light, unleashing nine consecutive strikes that sent Ouyang Lan flying backward. A sharp whistle escaped her throat as she was about to transform into a rainbow of light and rush past.

I've only taken three steps.

A chill ran through him, and a flash of lightning appeared in his eyes.

High in the sky, lightning flashed.

The same dazzling electric light shone brightly in the jungle below.

Before the light had faded, his head was pierced and exploded by that indescribably swift sword strike.

From beginning to end, there was no sound of sword energy tearing through the air or thunderclaps.

boom……

"What Crimson Feather Sword or Black Feather Sword? They're utterly useless."

Lu Wubing's eyes were bloodshot, and his killing intent was almost tangible, but his tone was as gentle as a warm breeze in March. He turned halfway around and smiled, "Senior Sister Xiaolan, it hasn't been that long since we last met, and you've already been beaten to a pulp. It seems your swordsmanship is still lacking."

"Little Lu..."

Ouyang Lan's voice was choked with sobs. She felt weak all over and her head was spinning, as if she were floating on a cloud. A huge sense of security welled up in her heart.

She sniffed and snorted, "They have too many of them, so I just can't be bothered to argue with them."

"Does having more people mean you can bully someone who has fewer? It's two against two now, and we have quite a few people too."

Lu Wubing chuckled and said, then suddenly looked up at the two masked men in black, "If you two kneel down and beg for surrender, I may spare your lives."

"What a loud tone..."

A masked man in black on the left spoke coldly, his figure swaying as he and his sword were about to disappear into the wind.

puff!
His figure had barely disappeared halfway when a huge blood hole exploded between his eyebrows.

His body flew backwards for three zhang (approximately 10 meters), then crashed to the ground with a thud, leaving no trace.

"You're asking for it."

Within Lu Wubing's mind, a fiery and surging primordial spiritual intent was frantically assaulting his consciousness...

After killing the two, a transparent mist of light was silently drawn into their sea of ​​consciousness, where it twisted into clusters of fine spiritual light.

His spirit grew stronger, and his murderous intent and ferocity were like a raging sea.

He turned his head to look at another person who was strong and tall.

The man stomped heavily on the ground and turned to flee.

It seemed he didn't even have the courage to draw his sword.

He never imagined that, apart from the two great masters Ouyang Zheng and Qin Huaiying, the newly accepted junior disciple of the Tianxing Sect would be such an eccentric character.

The sword was so fast that no one could see it.

Like lightning, once seen, one is already struck by the sword.

"You shouldn't have turned around in front of me."

Lu Wubing took a step forward.

The longsword had already pierced through the foot-long aura of energy that had appeared on the opponent's body, and pierced through his heart.

With a flick of his wrist, Lu Wubing wiped away the drops of blood, sheathed his sword, and stood still, tilting his head back slightly to take a breath.

Like smoke and mist flowing into the heart.

Another flash of inspiration.

A look of ecstasy crossed his face.

This posture is somewhat perverted, like that of a serial killer.

Ouyang Lan was both happy and scared. She rushed forward and hugged her junior brother tightly, shaking him vigorously.

"Ah, evil spirits, retreat! Quickly chant the incantation, chant the incantation! Don't fall asleep!"

She was just asleep.

Lu Wubing's eyes were unfocused, as if everything around him had become distant and detached. His mood was cold and indifferent, as if separated by a layer.

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(End of this chapter)