Wan Jian returns to his clan!

Chapter 56 Mad Sword, Foolish Sword, Eyebrowless Scheme

"Shen Wanjian, stop obstructing the yamen's handling of the case..."

I can give you face in ordinary, trivial matters.

This is a matter of life and death, not something that can be easily dismissed. Even if I, Yan, were willing to turn away, the master would not tolerate such evil deeds.

"Evil deeds? Officer Yan, please reconsider."

Shen Wanjian was just arrogant, not stupid.

I knew that there was no point in reasoning with them at this point.

A flash of light appeared on his back, and he blocked the other party's way. "If Constable Yan insists on going his own way, I, Shen Wanjian, recognize you. But whether I recognize this sword is another matter."

"Brother, hit him! He's making me so angry!"

Behind Shen Wanjian, a woman dressed in men's clothing with a blue top and a small hat gritted her teeth and clenched her small fists to cheer him on.

Lu Wubing recognized it at a glance.

Isn't this Shen Xinzhu, whom I hadn't seen at home for long?

Where is the quiet and serene demeanor I saw before?
The fact that Shen Wanjian was able to arrive so quickly is probably because she was the one who delivered the message.

"These two siblings get along quite well. They're really there for each other when something's wrong..."

Lu Wubing silently lowered the long sword in his hand and released his right hand.

If the Shen family could thwart this scheme, they wouldn't have had to take such a risky gamble...

After all, Jin Yutang is the local power behind Mingyang, with many disciples and great wealth and influence.

No matter what, the government has to be careful.

Otherwise, if you provoke them too much, you'll be afraid and wonder if you can really sit still.

Since Zhao Shilian, the prefect of Mingyang, is adept at social maneuvering, he will naturally understand the principle that taking a step back can open up a whole new world.

"I have long heard of the Mad Sword of the Tianxing Fulong lineage. Since we have just stumbled upon it, I, Wei, will experience the might of the Mad Sword."

These words had barely been spoken a few moments before Wei Zhongming, dressed in a green robe and with no eyebrow scars, was already upon them, and swung his sword.

Wherever he went, onlookers stumbled and fell, as if they were in the middle of a wave, all of them collapsing at once.

Someone in the crowd exclaimed in surprise.

"It's Wei Zhongming of the East Sea Sect, the 'Eyebrowless Sword.' This man is a ruthless killer. I've heard he has hundreds of pirates under his command. He's extremely bloodthirsty."

"Make way, everyone make way, don't get hurt by them."

Except for Wei Zhongming, who simply swung his sleeves and pushed through the crowd...

Behind him followed three strange-looking young men in blue robes, each holding a long sword.

Although it was not drawn, it subtly conveyed the posture of drawing a sword at any moment.

They are on high alert.

Shen Wanjian glanced over and saw a long, emerald-green sword that seemed to be churning up heavy waves as it slashed down at him.

The sword's momentum was neither hurried nor slow, yet its aftereffects were long and powerful... As the sword's edge flickered and changed, it subtly blocked the direction of its advance or retreat.

"The emerald waves are faintly visible..."

Upon seeing this move, Shen Wanjian immediately understood.

This senior disciple of the East Sea Sword Sect, known as "Eyebrowless Sword," wants to challenge me to a duel.

Why is the Mad Swordsman called the Mad Swordsman?
It was only because when Shen Wanjian drew his sword that it was like a raging dragon ascending to the sky, advancing without retreating and extremely powerful, that he earned such a good reputation.

However, it remains unknown how much of this reputation is due to the kindness and favor shown by friends in the martial arts world.

Some people believe it, and some don't.

Just like Wei Zhongming, who rushed forward to test his sword skills, he didn't seem to believe it.

"Woo..."

Shen Wanjian didn't turn his head, but instead held the longsword upside down and slashed back with a twist of his wrist.

The sword technique rose from the ground as if it were carrying a thousand-pound weight, heavy and powerful, with a dark and menacing sword shadow, and a waterfall of white swords surged upwards.

"boom……"

The two swords intersected.

The sword blades, one blue and one white, emitted a deafening clang of metal striking metal.

Shen Wanjian grunted, stepped diagonally, and leaned back slightly to regain his footing.

The ribbon binding her hair was shattered by the force of the energy, causing her hair to dance wildly.

Wei Zhongming, on the other hand, deflected the attack with his sword, raising it high into the air.

He stumbled back three steps, the scar above his eyebrow turning a deep crimson, his face looking as if blood was about to drip from it.

"Senior brother..." The three East Sea disciples behind him, each wielding a long sword, changed their expressions and hurriedly stepped forward.

"hey-hey……"

Wei Zhongming held his sword horizontally in front of his chest, his inner strength surging, suppressing his boiling blood. He reached out to stop his junior brother and laughed, "So-called mad swordsmanship is nothing more than this. If you hadn't been saving face and taken a few steps back, I would have respected you more."

But you stood still and took a direct hit from my [Dragon Gate Triple Wave]. Now, with your internal organs trembling, how much strength do you have left to fight me with your sword?

As the leader of the Seven Swords of the East Sea, Wei Zhongming has experienced hundreds of life-and-death battles throughout his life, and has mastered the art of cunning and deception.

On the surface, he used the "Hidden Azure Waves" technique, which combines defense and offense, while his swordplay seemed to carry a hint of invitation and politeness.

It means that the sound of phoenix flutes can be heard from the depths of the blue waves, and laughter and cheerful voices can be heard, indicating that a guest has arrived...

It was clearly a friendly exchange.

The sword strike suddenly changed into a killing move halfway through its trajectory.

He abandoned his peaceful demeanor, transformed his gentle sword into a killing weapon, and switched to the "Dragon Gate Triple Waves".

One wave after another rises... I will not turn back my sword until I take the enemy's head.

To put it simply, this sword strike was the culmination of all his offensive power, a single, fatal blow...

He had assumed that Shen Wanjian would avoid his sharp edge and launch a counterattack.

As a result, he actually stood still and took a sword strike from himself.

Sure enough, you might get the name wrong, but you'll never get the nickname wrong.

【Mad Sword】Mad enough.

It's also stupid enough.

"Well... Brother Wei's plan is brilliant, and I have to admire it."

However, if you think you've succeeded in stealing the chicken with this one sword, then you're underestimating me.

Shen Wanjian was furious. He spat out a mouthful of blood with a "poof". His aura did not decrease, but instead became even more intense.

He brandished his broadsword, leaned forward... like an enraged bull, and with a soft shout, slashed horizontally.

The fierce sword wind howled and roared.

Before the sword even arrived, the force of the energy had already forced the clothes and hair of the East Sea Sword Sect members to flutter backward.

"Four of the Seven Swords of the East Sea have arrived. Why don't they all come at me at once and see if I, Shen Wanjian, can withstand them?"

With a roar like thunder, Shen Wanjian attacked all four men simultaneously with his sword, each move a desperate, domineering strike.

However, despite his fierce attacks, he was no match for the four opponents.

In the brief moment of separation and reunion, two shallow cuts appeared on his body.

"Isn't this a fool? You're arrogant, not stupid... In Mingyang City, when it comes to having many helpers, who can compare to you, Jin Yutang?"

Lu Wubing remained silent.

He remembered that when he passed by the Shen residence earlier, he had casually glanced around and spotted seventy or eighty sword-practicing disciples. Their swords flashed, and they all possessed considerable skill.

He wasn't far from here; he could easily shout and hundreds of people would come charging at him without him being surprised.

Moreover, he discovered that not only was Shen Wanjian becoming more and more courageous in battle, but he also did not think of calling for help... Shen Xinzhu was also anxiously pacing around, only thinking about drawing her sword and going forward to help, without even thinking of calling for help.

"Alright, the person in the way, please step aside. Dr. Lu, come with me."

Constable Yan Zhicheng waved his hand and stepped forward.

He took the chains handed to him by his subordinate and with a sweep of his hand they transformed into a long whip, completely trapping Lu Changfeng.

Lu Changfeng's robe billowed, blocking the chains, and he said sincerely, "Officer Yan, this is a matter of life and death. Even if you want to frame me, you must at least let me save the person first. If I can't save him, then you can do whatever you want with him. What do you say?"

The Six Yang Divine Needles possess extremely gentle internal energy, resulting in limited offensive power but decent defensive capabilities.

But since the other side represented the government, he couldn't retaliate, and it was clear that he was about to collapse.

"Still dare to argue? Resisting the police now is an even more serious crime. Even the Heavenly King himself can't save you. Why don't you surrender now?"

Yan Zhicheng was in a hurry but couldn't take it down. His face was filled with shame and indignation, and his eyes were slightly cold.

He loosened the iron chain and gripped the knife in his hand.

Just as he was about to swing.

Suddenly, he stopped abruptly, his expression slightly dazed, and he looked down at his chest...

A sword blade, dripping with blood, protruded from the front of the black robe.

When my heart aches, all my strength vanishes.

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(End of this chapter)