Wan Jian returns to his clan!

Chapter 36 Raging Flames (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

Sanhu County was left far behind.

After running for half an hour, a person emerged from a mountain hollow ahead.

He opened his mouth and shouted loudly.

"This mountain is mine, these trees are mine, if you want to pass, leave your toll."

This man was broad-shouldered, with a thick beard that stood up like needles, a leopard's head, and bulging eyes. He stood at the crossroads, carrying a giant axe the size of a door panel, which was quite intimidating.

“Hey sir, we are disciples of the Heavenly Star Sect, passing through this mountain. Please do us a favor.”

Lu Wubing was not a bloodthirsty person.

It wasn't that they wanted to let these bandits who blocked their way get away.

He revealed his identity to see the other party's reaction.

As expected, people tried to stop them along the way.

He just couldn't figure out whether these people were after him or wanted to stop Princess Chang Le, Ji Wenxiu.

A thick fog.

They don't even know who the enemy is.

This feeling isn't very pleasant.

"What Heavenly Star Sect or Earthly Star Sect? I don't care which sect you belong to. If you want to pass this mountain, you'll have to ask me, the [Peaceful Axe], if I agree."

"No need to ask, it's Song Zhong, the notorious bandit leader from Zhongping Sanshan."

This man has killed countless people and committed every imaginable atrocity. My father has searched for him before, but he has escaped several times. This time, he has come prepared.

He heard the other party introduce themselves.

Ouyang Lan gave a soft shout, pressed down on the horse, and leaped off.

The longsword unfolded, like a peacock spreading its tail, and slashed down with a whooshing sound.

"What a vigorous young lady! Grandpa is so lucky."

With a wide-open gaze, Song Zhong, wielding the Taiping Axe, swung his axe back, engulfing Ouyang Lan and her sword.

This man wielded his axe with heavy, sweeping strokes, making him relatively easy to deal with.

Unexpectedly, the moment the axe flashed, a fierce wind howled, shaking the surrounding air.

This caused Ouyang Lan's long sword to be deflected diagonally, making it impossible for her to penetrate the defenses for a moment.

Instead, my arms went numb and my movements became slow.

He narrowly avoided a blow aimed at his waist, and sweat dripped down his face.

"It's actually a fifth-rank."

The vast internal force gathered on the opponent's axe made Ouyang Lan realize something was wrong the moment she made contact.

This burly man seemed rather careless and not very bright.

Moreover, the aura emanating from him was only at the seventh rank, at most the sixth rank...

Unexpectedly, when they actually started fighting, his strength surged and his energy became as solid as a mountain.

Surprisingly, he was shrewd despite his rough exterior, and he set up an ambush.

"laugh!"

A sword light had already pierced Song Zhong's eyes.

Lu Wubing didn't utter a sound, and rushed over one after the other... He attacked without warning, aiming straight for the opponent's eyebrow.

Looking at the burly man's bulging muscles, he worried that the man might have also practiced some kind of external martial arts technique, so he attacked directly at the man's weak and vital points.

He thought to himself, no matter how much this person trains, he would probably have to dodge when faced with a fast, blinding sword.

Unexpectedly, the axe began to spin and suddenly stood upright in front of the burly man.

The back of the axe lightly struck the blade of the sword, and as it slid, Lu Wubing felt a sharp pain in his tiger's mouth, almost losing his grip on the longsword.

The sword swept across, leaving a thin, bloody gash between Song Zhong's eyebrows, but it did not achieve its intended purpose.

'My sword isn't fast enough... At my current cultivation level, with a fully mastered rapier, I can only kill ordinary sixth-grade cultivators at most.'

A fifth-rank expert, however, has already infused their internal energy into their weapon, causing the air to vibrate. Their offense and defense are perfectly integrated, making them extremely difficult to deal with.

This thought flashed through Lu Wubing's mind.

He understood that back in the small shop, if he hadn't been on guard beforehand, and hadn't attacked while seated, making it difficult for Blood Butterfly to dodge, he probably wouldn't have been able to injure her.

Just like this burly man in front of me.

In a moment of panic, instead of retreating, he advanced, taking a step forward, and his longsword transformed into a rainbow of light as he thrust again.

Even if we can't break through, we must launch a full-scale attack; at this point, we absolutely cannot retreat.

Once the opponent unleashes their broadsword and giant axe, and you can attack where the enemy must defend, Senior Sister Xiaolan might not be able to defend.

When paths cross, it's a matter of risking injury for life... When faced with such a formidable opponent, one has no choice but to fight.

Lu Wubing hardened his heart and abandoned all distracting thoughts.

He channeled all his inner energy and forced his way out, each sword strike faster than the last.

In the blink of an eye, he thrust out seven or eight swords.

The clanging and clattering were completely stopped by the axe blade.

Even when Ouyang Lan attacked simultaneously, she couldn't break through.

Just then, Ji Wenxiu arrived, armed only with a short sword. She moved to the side, waiting for her chance to strike. Boom! Boom!

Suddenly, the sound of trees falling came from beside me.

Out of the corner of his eye, Lu Wubing saw the side of the mountain path, deep in the woods.

A colossal creature, running like a tiger, pounded into the ground with every step it took, leaving a crater in its wake.

It was a bald, giant man.

He was dragging a crescent-shaped shovel in his hand, his face shiny with oil, half black and half white.

The person is leaning forward, with their left arm covering the front.

When it encountered an obstacle, it didn't dodge; it simply rammed into it, smashing the trees and rocks to pieces.

A faint, half-foot-long aura of energy rose around him, burning like a fierce flame. Upon touching broken wood or stones, it shattered into powder in an instant.

"Yin Yang Tuo is a master on the Black List, a fourth-rank expert."

Ouyang Lan drew her sword swiftly, but also spared a moment to glance to one side.

With just a glance, the strikingly obvious yin-yang face came into view, and he immediately exclaimed in alarm.

"Hurry, this man is too strong to fight."

"We can't leave, we must kill Taiping Axe first!"

The more dangerous the situation became, the calmer Lu Wubing remained.

My mind was in turmoil, and I knew that I was in a situation where I had a slim chance of survival.

This fifth-rank brute is extremely difficult to deal with.

If that fourth-rank Yin-Yang Monk were to join forces with them, the chances of survival for the rest of us would be slim.

The two opponents were highly skilled and extremely fast runners, and their stamina was definitely greater than that of the rest of us.

Turning around and running away is the most useless thing to do.

Unfortunately, he had only been training for a short time and had not yet mastered his swordsmanship to a very high level when he plunged headlong into a dangerous vortex.

Are we going to die?
All the grievances and resentments from my past life, I haven't even reached the highest point in this life yet, let me see the scenery of this world...

A surge of resentment and anger rose wildly from his heart.

"kill……"

Lu Wubing's brow twitched heavily.

A sentence that had been forgotten suddenly jumped into my mind.

[The virtuous and kind should not practice this skill, for it devours spirits and souls, causing all swords to return to their origin.]

The technique unfolds like a scroll painting.

A total of thirteen acupoints, including Chengjiang, Fengfu, Huagai, and Shendao, throbbed simultaneously, as if a faint vein was emerging.

An invisible, malevolent aura appeared in his mind.

His eyes turned completely bloodshot in an instant.

The air around them seemed to freeze, and the fluttering leaves appeared to stop.

Opposite, the axe light, as solid as a mountain, also became slow and gentle, like an old ox-drawn cart, moving slowly.

Even Xiao Lan, the senior sister beside him, whose face was full of anxiety, became clumsy in her movements.

Ji Wenxiu, petite and delicate like a piece of porcelain, suddenly began to glow with a faint red light, as if she were being burned in a raging furnace, revealing a poignant beauty as she burned away.

Clearly, they're holding back some big move.

However, judging from her appearance, even if she uses her ultimate move, it will likely result in significant self-inflicted damage while injuring the enemy, and won't be of much help.

Between the lightning and flint.

Time seemed to stretch out...

Lu Wubing thrust out his sword.

A strange power seemed to surge forth again from his limbs and bones.

My body felt like it was being electrocuted, a tingling sensation spreading through it.

Amidst the pain, there was also an extreme sense of comfort.

The strange feeling at this moment is indescribable.

The longsword in his hand pierced the air in an instant, producing a thunderous roar.

boom……

A huge head with fluffy black hair flying around had exploded like a watermelon.

A fist-sized hole appeared between Song Zhong's eyebrows, and half of his head was blown away.

A strange ripple swept by.

The crimson blood and faint smoke were swallowed by Lu Wubing in one gulp.

Blood-red lines appeared on his forehead, his eyes were bloodshot, he roared to the sky and took a step forward, turning into a faint phantom.

His body was wreathed in crimson flames as he charged toward the Yin-Yang Monk.

……

Asking for a monthly ticket.

(End of this chapter)