Wan Jian returns to his clan!

Chapter 37 Eight-Armed Demon-Subduing Form

"Well come."

The burly monk who charged forward had half his face blackened, making him appear even more somber.

Half of his face was white, yet it glowed with a whiteness.

He suddenly looked up, and with a "whoosh," swung his crescent-shaped staff behind him, making a crackling sound as he struck the air.

【Drunkenly Striking the Heavenly Gate Style】

This person clearly has extremely rich combat experience.

It was immediately apparent that Lu Wubing moved with incredible speed.

The best way to deal with an opponent who wins by using a fast sword is to control them, prevent them from getting close, and use brute force to overcome their skill.

With a single strike, the branches, leaves, and rocks that had been flying through the air all exploded into dust, spreading like clouds and mist, covering an area of ​​seven feet in front of him.

At the same time, the forward stride suddenly changed, with the left foot moving to the right and the right foot moving to the left, the shoulders and hips twisting, and before the staff could strike, it had already transformed into the "Dragon Stirring the Sea" stance.

The enormous crescent-shaped staff, as thick as a child's arm, was struck by him, creating numerous afterimages, transforming from one staff into eight...

A fierce wind whipped up, threatening to shred Lu Wubing's charging figure into pieces.

"It's the Eight-Armed Demon-Subduing Staff Technique; we can't block it head-on."

When Ouyang Lan was on the mountain, she didn't practice particularly diligently.

But she was lively and loved to pester her parents to tell her stories. She was very knowledgeable about the martial arts world in the north and south, various unique skills, and masters from different schools.

The Yin-Yang Monk, ranked seventy-ninth on the blacklist, is known as "once you see his Yin-Yang face, you lose control of your own life and death," and acts in the most insane way.

His cultivation level wasn't particularly high, only at the fourth rank, which wasn't considered top-tier among the underworld experts in the Hengduan Mountains.

Originally, it wouldn't have such a big reputation, much less be ranked so high as seventy-ninth on the blacklist.

However, this person's personality was too perverse and insane.

More ferocious than others.

Because of his naturally two-toned face, he was particularly sensitive to the strange looks he received from others.

He'll kill anyone who even glances at him.

Moreover, it wasn't just one or two people who were killed; anyone who tried to escape, begged for mercy, flattered, or angrily rebuked was also killed.

In his view, these people were all mocking him.

In view of this.

Ordinary kind-hearted people would rather encounter a vicious and ruthless master from the demonic sect than run into this madman.

Those masters of the Demonic Sect at least act with restraint; they wouldn't have nothing better to do than kill the poor and miserable people at the bottom of society.

At most, it's like an ant; if you accidentally step on it, you're fine with it.

If you're really far enough away, you won't intentionally step on it.

But this Yin-Yang monk would find out and stomp on them, even peeing on an anthill, not satisfied until he was dead.

Logically speaking, such a person should have been eliminated by some righteous hero who disliked him long ago.

But this person's strength is extraordinary.

Not only did he practice the Eight-Armed Vajra Method of Mingwang Temple, but he also cultivated the Vajra Strength that combines internal and external strength, making him extremely powerful in direct combat.

He was proficient in a set of techniques called the "Three Bodies Subduing Demon Staff Technique," mastering it to the point that it was impervious to wind and rain, wielding the giant staff as if it were embroidered...

Even if they encounter a regular third-rank expert, they can still exchange a few blows.

In particular, although this person is fierce, he is not without brains.

He never messes with people who have powerful connections.

If you accidentally get involved, you'll immediately flee...

So much so that even after all these years, despite his growing notoriety, he remains carefree and happy.

Ouyang Lan remembered that when her parents talked about this person, their faces were full of disgust.

This kind of thing is like a cockroach crawling on the back of your foot; it disappears in a flash.

There's no need to make a special trip to find it.

If I don't go looking for them, I'll feel really uneasy.

This kind of thing is really hard to handle.

This is the situation.

The top three masters are all of extraordinary status and position; no one would have the time or inclination to specifically seek out and kill such cockroaches.

Besides, in the eyes of a top-tier expert, this person is nothing special; he can be killed if encountered again.

But for these disciples who haven't yet completed their apprenticeship, they are like a vicious tiger blocking their way, an insurmountable hurdle.

Is it like "a dragon stirring up the sea"?

At this moment, Lu Wubing's mind was filled with a crazy and violent killing intent, which made him a little confused. While he was secretly shocked, he was also a little anxious.

He had always known that the family's divine sword technique, the Yuanling Sword Technique, had strong side effects, but he never expected it to be this powerful.

He suddenly erupted, and with the support of the strange fluctuations that permeated his spirit, he pierced Song Zhong's head with a single sword strike.

An extremely pleasant and exhilarating feeling arose in his heart. Moreover, he involuntarily opened his mouth and inhaled the invisible fluctuation within the blood mist.

The fluctuations entered his mind, and his mental state became increasingly vigorous, like hot oil being poured on a raging fire.

With a loud bang, the heat made my mind go completely blank...

His gaze as he looked at the surrounding scenery became hazy and unfocused.

At the same time, a surge of heat welled up throughout his body, and his blood began to boil.

The light and shadow before my eyes changed again.

It was as if this world was no longer a normal world; the people and the scenery were all abstract images.

The three beams of light that fell into his eyes looked like three steaming hot meat buns.

"I'm hungry!"

A groan escaped from the depths of his heart.

With only a shred of reason remaining, Lu Wubing still knew to rush towards the fattest meat bun.

Completely ignoring the opponent's fierce and unstoppable attack with the staff.

The eight staff shadows stirred up a gust of wind, and in his eyes, many gaps seemed to have appeared.

Lu Wubing swayed and stepped forward, passing through the shadow of the staff. His sword, like a rainbow, pierced three inches into the throat of the Yin Yang Monk.

The sword's blade shattered the air, emitting a faint rumble of thunder.

"what!"

The Yin-Yang Monk Deng Yuan glared, then lightly stepped forward, his body twisting slightly as if looking back at the moon...

The staff, which had just swung like a scorpion's tail, began to spin with his body.

Using a horizontal strike, he lifted the staff and aimed directly at Lu Wubing's lower body.

Anyway, he was strong and powerful, and his staff was a heavy weapon. No matter where it hit, it would be a fatal injury, so there was no need to aim for vital points.

At the same time, Deng Yuan took a deep breath, his throat suddenly bulged, and his half-foot-long burst of spiritual energy surged outwards.

This is putting yourself in the game.

They took advantage of Lu Wubing's weakness in low cultivation level and weak internal strength.

If you can simply block this incredibly fast rapier strike, you can kill your enemy with a single blow.

"It's very difficult to break."

Lu Wubing forcibly suppressed his madness, only indulging his killing intent. He attacked based on instinct.

A sword thrusting into the half-foot-wide flame is like piercing into a surging torrent.

The sword blade vibrated and pulsated, so much so that my hand went slightly numb and I could barely grip the hilt.

The strong wind was like a knife, already cutting into his lower abdomen, dantian.

Before the opponent's attack could land, his mental perception already warned him that he might be sliced ​​in two from bottom to top by the crescent moon of the Zen staff in the next moment.

"Attack where the enemy must defend."

As the thought flashed through his mind, Lu Wubing's figure moved like a ghost, taking a step back.

He darted forward diagonally, following the whistling crescent moon, and with a "whoosh," his sword once again pierced the left eye of the Yin-Yang Monk.

The shadows of canes around him were like mountains.

His movements were as swift as lightning.

With only one sword, he thrust back and forth swiftly.

The thunderous sword cries rang out haphazardly, without any rhythm.

Looking at the Yin-Yang Monk again, there was only a tiny, almost invisible bloodstain on his neck.

Several white marks were also scratched on his face. Although it looked dangerous, it was actually just a minor scratch on his oily skin.

There is no other reason.

Whenever Lu Wubing's swift sword pierced through, it would be intercepted and struck by the half-foot-long [Diamond Force] that pierced through his body.

Either the impact deflected the sword's edge, or the impact caused the sword to tilt.

As a result, Lu Wubing's ferocious [White Rainbow Piercing the Sun] would slow down by half once it reached the vicinity of the target, greatly reducing its actual threat.

"Senior Sister Xiaolan was right. If you really encounter a fourth-rank expert, it's difficult to even break through their protective energy, let alone kill them instantly."

"Once the competition devolves into a contest of skill and technique, my limited mastery of this one rapier technique becomes insufficient. Especially since my opponent has figured out my sword path and can dodge with increasing ease."

On the contrary, Lu Wubing also discovered...

The shadow of the opponent's staff began to weave a net.

On several occasions, the crescent-shaped staff swept across the skin.

His clothes had been torn apart by the force of the energy, and the shreds of cloth flew everywhere.

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(End of this chapter)