Wan Jian returns to his clan!

Chapter 2 If life were just like the first time we met

call……

In the blink of an eye, three streaks of silver light pierced the wind and struck the enemy's neck, followed by a furious roar: "You're courting death!"

However, Lu Changfeng reacted quickly, suddenly releasing three silver needles to attack the enemy's vital points, directly piercing the black-clad man's "Taiyang," "Ermen," and "Qingming" acupoints.

A faint light emanated from the needle, accompanied by a sharp, piercing sound, demonstrating remarkable accuracy in locating the acupoint.

The man in black grunted, and the fierce and heavy sword strike he had just unleashed suddenly turned around and lashed back like a lamp wick, forming a ball of light that extinguished the three acupuncture needles with a soft "poof".

The serrated sword spun in his hand, and the man in black turned swiftly, the sword light flaring up again, buzzing and vibrating. He had already exchanged three blows with Lu Changfeng, who had pounced on him.

Three sword strikes landed in quick succession. Clang, clang, clang. Lu Changfeng's face turned ashen, his sword light flickered slightly, and then a bluish-purple palm passed through the sword light and struck his chest with a "thud".

"The Silver Needle Sword is nothing special."

The man in black burst into laughter, swinging his sword in a half-circle with his right hand, ready to press his advantage.

"laugh……"

A streak of light flashed past, and a sword had already struck his ribs, causing excruciating pain.

The man in black lunged forward, but Lu Wubing was not frightened into falling or retreating. Instead, he stomped his feet heavily on the ground and charged forward...

With a rapier technique ingrained in his very being, a skill that had become part of his very being, he unleashed a fierce strike.

The sword's edge penetrates half an inch into the flesh, as if sinking into a swamp, blocked by layers of energy, unable to advance any further.

Lu Wubing's eyes hardened. He took another step, his arm vibrating as he exhaled, trying to exert force a second time to pierce through his opponent.

The man in black roared, disregarding his pursuit of Lu Changfeng. With a burst of energy, he swung his hand down, shattering the longsword. Blood trickled from his side as he tumbled backward.

While still in mid-air, he was hit by three more needles with a "thud, thud, thud". He landed with a stagger, cracking the stone slab beneath his feet. He then stomped heavily on a flowering tree and leaped over the wall.

As Lu Changfeng's retreating momentum ceased, he used his last strength to shoot out three silver needles. He stared intently as the man in black fled, spitting out a mouthful of blood, his eyes revealing a look of resentment.

He was struck in the chest by a palm strike, the three layers of force damaging his internal organs. His internal energy seeped in and surged wildly. He had already reached his limit to withstand the attack of three more silver needles.

Their household guards were of very poor skill and could not be of much use.

They could only watch helplessly as the wounded enemy escaped easily, unable to give chase.

Lu Wubing gritted his teeth.

He made a swift decision, throwing away the broken sword hilt, bending down to pick up the fallen Changfeng Sword, rushing to the wall, reaching out to grab the top of the wall, leaping over it, and hurriedly giving chase.

Knowing that if they didn't take advantage of the "Killing Sword" being injured to pursue it now, and wait until the opponent's injuries healed so they could launch a counterattack, even if all of them were tied together, they wouldn't be enough to kill the opponent.

The Lu family manor was ambushed and attacked, resulting in a bloody battle. However, the streets outside the manor were bustling with traffic and people.

Lu Wubing only saw the black-clad figure stagger into the crowd on the street, like a drop of water flowing into the ocean.

"Meow..."

As I was trying to figure out where I was, I felt a slight weight on my trouser leg. I looked down and saw that the little black cat had caught up with me and was biting my trouser leg, trying to pull me back. I guessed it was telling me not to chase it.

If you chase after them, you might not be able to defeat them, and you might be killed by the enemy.

"Am I not as clear-sighted as you, a mere kitten? But this is just a difference between long-term and short-term pain. There's still a sliver of hope... Once that thief recovers from his injuries, or if he calls in some more people, it won't be a question of how much pain he'll suffer, but how he'll die."

Lu Wubing picked up the kitten and continued running at full speed.

A feeling of pent-up frustration welled up inside me, and I just couldn't get it out.

Their own strength is still far from sufficient.

Even if I managed to stab my opponent, I couldn't kill him. No, if the "Killing Sword" hadn't completely ignored me and hadn't been fighting Lu Laoye's swordsmanship head-on, I wouldn't have been able to stab him at all.

The man moved with incredible speed, possessed profound inner strength, and had remarkably strong and resilient muscles and bones, with skin as hard as cowhide.

In modern society, he would be a superhero, but if he faced someone head-on, he might die in one hit.

I heard from Constable Li that this was one of the seven personal disciples of Gu Dongting, the leader of the East Sea Sword Sect. If all seven of them came, or if Gu himself came...

Fortunately, the man had already been struck by his own sword, and several vital points had been pierced by the silver needles, putting him at his weakest point...

"just in front."

As the crowd dispersed, Lu Wubing saw that the man in black in front of him had left bloody marks on his feet and his strides were smaller, clearly indicating that he was struggling to cope with his injuries.

He felt a surge of joy, took a deep breath, and was about to run wildly and draw his sword to stab.

"Woooo..."

The wind suddenly picked up.

The man in black turned around and grinned maliciously.

The palm flipped back and rose, and seven or eight dark shadows whistled and struck, scattering into a fan shape.

It completely enveloped Lu Wubing and the people around him. "Barbed wire..."

Upon seeing the spiked hidden weapons all around and feeling the sharp sound of wind being cut, Lu Wubing once again felt a sense of powerlessness.

He only learned one fast sword technique, which was only enough to save himself.

At most, one or two more people can be saved.

Judging from the force of the projectile, the other four or five ordinary civilians would likely be pierced through one by one, resulting in heavy casualties.

What a ruthless thief.

Lu Wubing was filled with resentment and was about to unleash his full power to block.

"Sa..."

A sudden gust of wind rose in my ears.

A green figure rushed in front of him and suddenly attacked.

Lu Wubing seemed to see a sky full of stars, their sharp aura making his brows furrow and his heart feel cold.

It's sword light...

The scattered lights, whistling and shimmering, enveloped all the hidden weapons in front of them.

The sword light suddenly receded, transforming into soft, fine satin that swung gently, causing seven or eight iron caltrops to clatter and fall onto the street.

During this delay, Lu Wubing noticed that the man in black darted into the chaotic crowd and fled in an unknown direction.

Even if I wanted to pursue her, I couldn't.

"What superb swordsmanship..."

He let out a long breath, and before his eyes, he could still see the glint of sword light, and he couldn't help but exclaim in amazement.

This sword strike perfectly fulfilled all his imaginations about martial arts.

"Now that's what you call powerful swordsmanship! My Lu family's inherited Yuanling Sword Technique always feels off. It just keeps posing, looking cool and beautiful, but it lacks any killing intent and is completely devoid of agility."

If it weren't for the fact that the Yuanling Sword Technique passed down in his family was so unremarkable, Lu Wubing wouldn't have thought of imitating A Fei and Jing Wuming in the story and painstakingly practicing a rapier technique.

"Are you saying my Yao Guang Sword Technique is beautiful?" The woman who drew her sword had delicate eyebrows, her big, bright eyes were full of joy, the corners of her mouth were slightly upturned without any restraint, and two small dimples appeared on her cheeks. Her delicate and charming aura was overwhelming.

"Yes...come back."

As soon as Lu Wubing opened his mouth, he saw the little black cat that had followed him out jump into the arms of the woman wielding the sword.

This lecherous cat dares to jump into a girl's arms when they don't even know her. Is he courting death?

Surprisingly, even though the steamed bun was rubbed and deformed, the girl with the sword only blushed slightly and wasn't angry at all. Instead, she affectionately reached out and scratched the little black cat's chin, giggling sweetly.

"Is this your cat? It's so cute."

When the girl returned the cat, she thought for a moment and said, "I saw you earlier trying to protect everyone. Your lightness skill is a bit lacking, but your heart is good."

I have never learned any light-body skills.

Lu Wubing felt slightly embarrassed.

Without waiting for his reply, a hint of pity flashed in the girl's eyes. She turned her head and lowered her voice, "Run away. Try to escape as many as you can. Gu Dongting wants your family's sword manual. He won't stop."

After saying that, they brushed past each other, taking only a few feet in a single step, and in the blink of an eye, they were far apart.

A sword manual?

What sword manual?
Their family runs a small clinic and pharmacy. Although their father, Lu Changfeng, is praised, it's just a small, private affair, and everyone's flattery goes unnoticed. They're hardly skilled practitioners, and as for swordsmanship, let's not even go there…

'Wait, that's not right.'

Another very vivid memory popped into my mind.

My family always said that my grandfather, Lu Chengyun, possessed unfathomable Yuanling Sword Technique, which made him invincible throughout the south and earned him the title of "Southern Heavenly Sword".

That's a bit of an exaggeration; he didn't believe it at first.

After all, in this era, anyone with a bit of skill, regardless of their martial arts prowess or swordsmanship, must have a resounding reputation and a captivating story, and no one will take it too seriously.

Now that I think about it, could it be that the original owner's grandfather's prestige was not an exaggeration, but a realistic depiction?

Lu Wubing was shocked. The experiences of the past few days flashed through his mind like images. No wonder he felt a damn familiar feeling.

'Damn, could this be the Evil-Repelling Sword Manual?'

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(End of this chapter)