Wan Jian returns to his clan!

Chapter 16 Two Swallows in Flight

Lu Wubing and Ouyang Lan dodged and parried arrows as they plunged into the low forest.

With a quick movement, Wu Yunchong flashed back.

An arrow was stuck in his left shoulder, and his longsword was dripping blood.

His charge just now wasn't entirely useless; he killed five riders and seized a horse.

As a result, they were hit by a barrage of arrows, their horses neighed and collapsed, and they lost the battle for nothing, while they themselves were injured.

Wu Yunchong swung his sword backhand, severing the arrow shaft. He didn't even bother with bandaging it, and hissed, "It's Tan Siwu from Wohu Village. I didn't expect this group to be lying in ambush here. If I'm not mistaken, the East Sea Sword Sect has also arrived. I just wonder if Gu Dongting has come?"

He looked quite dejected.

He had been led by the nose before, and instead of getting any relief, he had been left looking foolish and embarrassed, which made him feel very uncomfortable.

Following behind Lu Wubing and Ouyang Lan, he wanted to apologize, but didn't know where to begin.

"Why would your master need to intervene with just a few of you?"

On the left side of the ravine, a figure in yellow leaped through the grass and branches like a star.

This person walks with light and agile steps, never leaving the grass behind.

Holding a longsword in each hand, the swords flashed with cold light as they moved, spreading out like wings.

When it flaps its wings, it's like a large bird taking flight, fast and fierce.

"It's Tan Zhongjing from Flying Feather Sword Sect! Junior brothers and sisters, you must leave quickly!"

Wu Yunchong flipped his wrist and wielded his sword, stomping heavily on the ground. His body spun and flew up, sword light scattering into countless starlight points that formed a dense net of light, trapping Tan Zhongyu inside.

"Can you leave?"

The heavy footsteps echoed.

A short, stocky, dark-faced man, wielding a spear and carrying a massive shield, charged forward like a wild boar, tearing through the trees and covered in wood chips and grass.

Uh...

No one has arrived yet.

A long, finely crafted steel spear, already whipping up a whirlwind, swept across.

Further back, figures appeared, parting to the left and right and advancing rapidly...

Amidst the rustling of leaves, it seemed they were trying to cut off the three of them from behind.

The battle situation suddenly became extremely dangerous.

Lu Wubing had never learned lightness skills, so he could only watch helplessly, unable to intervene in Wu Yunchong's leaping and bounding battle.

You can't attack that boar-like brute from a distance of ten feet.

Putting aside the fact that the spear was long and the sword was short, the man's muscles were as black as refined iron, and he was carrying a large shield in his left hand, giving him the appearance of immense strength.

Even if I rushed in, I probably wouldn't necessarily get the better of them.

Just as he dodged the sweeping spear, his vision blurred and he felt a slight weight on his shoulder as Ouyang Lan pushed him aside.

A slender green figure took a step forward and rushed out three zhang, the sword light slicing out a waterfall.

"Po Jun."

Ouyang Lan drew her sword like the wind and shouted a clear voice.

His body swayed left and right, dodging the spear thrusts, while the longsword in his hand shimmered like a peacock spreading its tail.

A series of puffing sounds.

Blood splattered all over the short, stout man's body, and several deep scratches appeared on his steel shield. He retreated hastily, yet continued to shout and fight fiercely.

Lu Wubing had just stopped retreating when he discovered that although Senior Sister Xiaolan had gained the upper hand and injured her opponent.

However, the short, stout man was wearing steel armor, which protected his head and face. Although he made a slight mistake, he only injured the skin on his arm and was not seriously hurt.

"Second brother, please help me."

The burly man wielding the spear roared, and his spear swung like a wheel.

Not far behind, two sword wings vibrated with a "hum"... The Flying Feather Sword flew across the sky, breaking through Wu Yunchong's sword net and rushing to Ouyang Lan's side.

Lu Wubing gripped the sword hilt, his internal energy surging, stimulating acupoints in his legs and waist, and lunged forward.

He knew that with the two opponents surrounding her, Ouyang Lan would have no chance of resisting.

At this point, we have no choice but to take a gamble.

Get closer.

If we get just a little closer, there's a way.

We've only gone halfway.

Leaves fell like rain, and Wu Yun rushed headfirst, his sword flashing like a net, slashing down with a hissing sound.

This time, however, the sword light simultaneously trapped both Flying Feather Sword Tan Zhongjing and Crouching Tiger Village Chief Tan Siwu within its reach.

He didn't forget to flick his sleeve, a gentle force sending Ouyang Lan flying backward.

Although Wu Yunchong suffered an arrow wound to his left shoulder, it did not affect his ability to wield a sword with his right arm.

With his inner strength surging, he attacked with all his might.

The Tianquan Sword Technique uses the sword as a chess piece, placing pieces in all directions, allowing one to fight two opponents without being at a disadvantage.

"Junior sister, run! I'll cover your retreat."

"Senior brother, get away as soon as possible."

Ouyang Lan was surprisingly decisive at this moment. She landed and grabbed Lu Wubing's waist. With a push of her feet, she swept three or four zhang away and passed through the forest in a flash.

With flashes of sword light, three mountain bandits who charged at him with roars were killed.

Without looking back, they plunged into the depths of the dense forest.

Lu Wubing barely touched the ground as he was half-carried by his junior sister as they sped away, the wind rushing past his ears and making his eyelids swell slightly.

This is awkward.

Without light-footed skills, there are no human rights.

Just as he was wondering if Wu Yunchong could escape, he suddenly heard the sound of flapping wings again.

"They couldn't stop them!"

Behind them, Tan Zhongjing, wielding the Flying Feather Sword, lunged left and right, using the tree trunk for leverage... his sword wings flapped, and he chased after them to within seven zhang of them, like a large bird.

The sword swirled and slashed like a windmill.

Ouyang Lan's lightness skill might be quite good, but she couldn't shake off someone while dragging him along.

As they ran, they were chased closer and closer.

"Put me down."

Lu Wubing's right arm veins were bulging, and his heart was burning with murderous intent.

They are just waiting for the best opportunity to make their move.

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

Sweat dripped from Ouyang Lan's forehead.

He stubbornly persisted. "Die? Are you stupid? Let's team up and take him down."

Lu Wubing was getting anxious.

Being held around the waist like that makes it difficult to make a move.

At this moment, Flying Feather Sword was alone, so what was there to be afraid of?

We must seize this golden opportunity.

Once another expert arrives and the enemy surrounds them, with such a master of lightness skills following behind, they won't be able to escape.
"it is good."

When it came to the crucial moment, Senior Sister Xiaolan didn't let her down at all.

He loosened his grip on Lu Wubing's right arm, and with a slight rotational force, he flung him into the air.

The two flew horizontally and landed.

Tan Zhongjing's eyes lit up, he crossed his two swords, flapped his wings and slashed diagonally, then swooped down.

The sword light flickered faintly on the blue waves, stretching endlessly.

This is the direct lineage of the East Sea Sword Sect, the Azure Wave Sword Technique.

Lu Wubing felt that no matter which direction he dodged, he would be struck by the surging waves of swords...

This person wielded both swords simultaneously, attacking both of them with remarkable ease, combining both lightness and power.

"laugh……"

Lu Wubing landed firmly on the ground, as steady as a pine tree.

His right hand moved like a phantom, and a blazing white light shot out.

When the mind is focused, the sword follows.

No matter how dazzling the sword light may be.

How exquisite the opponent's swordsmanship was.

He strikes with a single sword, always one step ahead of the opponent.

"you……"

Tan Zhongjing drew both swords simultaneously, but only halfway through the strike when a blur appeared before his eyes, and a sharp gust of wind pierced his neck.

As he thought something was wrong, he only had time to slightly turn his neck before he heard a hissing sound of air leaking out.

That was the sound of blood splattering.

"I've been stabbed."

When this thought crossed his mind, he didn't even feel pain in his neck; he only felt his vision go black and he couldn't see his surroundings clearly.

In shock and rage, all nine meridians vibrated simultaneously. He loosened his grip on the sword hilt and lunged diagonally, slashing horizontally with his palm.

Uh...

A strong wind, like waves.

Lu Wubing had just pierced half of Tan Zhongjing's neck when the other party's palm swept towards his chest.

At this moment, a strong wind struck, and there was no time to retreat. He could only bend his elbows and prepare to block the blow.

A emerald shadow flashed before my eyes, and a hand, whiter than frost and snow, blocked my way.

boom……

Clap your palms together.

Tan Zhongjing staggered back two steps, his eyes vacant, blood still gushing from his throat, before collapsing with a thud.

Ouyang Lan was sent flying backward, knocking Lu Wubing down with her. Blood trickled from the corner of her mouth, but she still chuckled softly, "Junior brother is indeed fast."

The lightness skill she practiced was the "square inch step".

Within a small space, the struggle is fierce, and the movement technique is extremely agile.

Of course, when traveling, it is no worse than the lightness skills of other schools.

Earlier, when she saw Lu Wubing thrust out his sword, she didn't even see the sword light clearly before Tan Zhongjing had a sword in his throat, and his martial arts skills were completely wasted.

Perhaps because he managed to dodge by a tiny bit at the last moment, the opponent still had the strength to launch a desperate counterattack.

It almost put Lu Wubing in danger.

Fortunately, she was very good at light footwork and had time to block it.

Tan Zhongjing's fallen body kicked up dust, and a butterfly seemed to be startled from the grass nearby.

No, it's not a butterfly, it's a swallow.

The tiny black swallow seemed to have eyes; it swept through the air and shot right in front of the two of them.

Surprisingly, no sound was made.

Lu Wubing was deeply shaken.

"There are also people lying in ambush on one side."

He slightly shifted his body, his sword strike faster than his thoughts, already piercing the swallow before his eyes.

bang...

The flying swallow-shaped hidden weapon suddenly split open, tracing an arc as it swept past, with two blades of light swirling and slashing again.

"Two swallows flying together!"

Ouyang Lan let out a muffled groan, wrapped her arms around Lu Wubing, and spun around abruptly...

As blood splattered from his shoulders and back, he took a step and darted into the forest.

"Chase them! They're injured! They can't get far."

A series of footsteps came from behind.

With a "pop" in mid-air, a burst of fireworks exploded.

"Get on my back."

Sweat beaded on Ouyang Lan's neck. Looking back, she discovered that the enemy had swarmed after her.

Not only were there many people, but they also launched a rocket.

At this point, setting off fireworks is definitely not for enjoying the scenery; it's to call for reinforcements.

It would be foolish not to run away.

"Senior sister, you're injured."

Lu Wubing sighed.

It was really embarrassing to have an injured girl carry you.

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

As she spoke, Ouyang Lan turned around, squatted down, and hoisted Lu Wubing onto her back, not forgetting to lift him up by his buttocks...

Dust rose from beneath their feet, and with a few steps, they darted into the dense jungle.

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(End of this chapter)