Wan Jian returns to his clan!

Chapter 57 A single sword sweeps across, blood fills the city (Seeking monthly votes)

"you……"

Yan Zhicheng turned his head away with difficulty.

Then he saw a monkey-headed man in black robes, who had been standing behind him without him noticing.

A cold, sharp glint flashed in the bright red monkey-like face and around its eyes.

That murderous intent was chilling.

"Officer Yan, why can't you understand human language? Doctor Lu wants to treat the patient, so just let him do it."

"If you arrest me without even asking what happened, who will treat my illness? Will you come?"

Lu Wubing chuckled, uttered a hoarse sentence, and casually drew his longsword, causing blood to spurt out.

Watching Constable Yan slowly collapse, he shook his head, looked at the stunned crowd around him, pointed to his head, and laughed, "Yes, I'm sick, seriously sick..."

When this disease flares up, it has a tendency to kill.

"Master, master, save him quickly... If Officer Yan dies, things will get out of hand, it'll be terrible!"

The resident doctor of Huichuntang turned ashen-faced, his white beard trembling with fear. He grabbed Lu Changfeng, who was stunned and frozen in place, and cried out.

"puff……"

A cold light flashed.

The blood-stained longsword had already pierced his throat.

Lu Wubing let out a long sigh and said coldly, "Previously, Doctor Lu said he wanted to save that woman who was not dead, but you kept changing the subject, saying that she was already dead and no one could guarantee that she could be saved. You've really pinned the blame on her."

And now, with Constable Yan on the verge of death, you're grieving like you've lost your own father. Now you're thinking of calling your employer for help? Where were you before…?

I'm just baffled. Huichuntang has supported you for so many years and treated you quite well, so why are you thinking of betraying us?

Two people died in the hall, and the onlookers, seeing this from afar, immediately gasped in shock.

Ni Hu, a burly man with a smug look in his eyes, stopped crying for his mother and instead retreated hastily, his hands and feet trembling.

"laugh!"

The sword flashed like snow, then pierced his heart.

"Isn't it a bit too late to think about escaping now? Anyway, you can't bear to leave your mother, so go down and keep her company."

Lu Wubing figured it out.

This man's mother wasn't sick at all; her lips were bluish-purple, her eyes were dark, and she was foaming at the mouth. She had clearly been poisoned.

The timing was perfect; he was destined to die a violent death, and then sent to the clinic specifically for his father to treat.

They are all people with good intentions.

If this old woman wasn't Ni Hu's biological mother.

He deserves to die.

If she really is his biological mother
Then he deserves to die even more...

While chatting and laughing, Lu Wubing suddenly attacked and killed three people in succession.

The attack was so swift and ruthless that it stunned not only the surrounding people.

Even the constables didn't react in time.

Not to mention Lu Changfeng.

He'd seen plenty of scenes of treating and saving lives, but he'd never witnessed anything so thrilling.

"What are you standing there for? Doctor Lu, didn't you say you were going to treat patients and save lives?"
"Help! Where are you looking? Help that poisoned old woman... Don't worry about the others, I know what I did, they're all dead."

"Oh, help..."

Lu Changhe quickly responded.

For a moment, I didn't feel that there was anything wrong with performing acupuncture to save a person under these circumstances.

He reacted instinctively.

Lu Wubing was so angry at the sight that he almost laughed.

The image of my father in my memory collapsed completely...

He's usually so wise and capable at home.

They seemed to have everything under control, as if no illness in the world could scare them.

Unexpectedly, something really happened.

stunned.

It can only be said that there are specialties in the art industry.

My grandfather didn't pass on the real [Yuanling Sword Manual] to me, but only the [Six Yang Divine Needles]. I wonder if he saw through this?
Several constables in black began to clamor and rushed forward.

Two young constables, their blood boiling, charged ahead.

The moment he raised his knife, a sharp sword pierced his throat, and he fell into a pool of blood.

The remaining constables, who had been shouting in vain, wished they had fewer legs. They turned and ran, throwing away their knives and chains.

Even so, the crowd of onlookers did not disperse.

All I can say is that they've always been very daring in this regard.

Lu Wubing was not a real serial killer after all, and he did not act recklessly.

With a swift movement, his figure cast a long shadow, and he was already beside Shen Xinzhu.

The girl was wielding a long sword, parrying left and right like a fairy weaving cloth, blocking the fierce attacks of an East Sea disciple.

Although she possessed considerable internal strength and agile movements, she had genuinely never engaged in sword fights with anyone.

Its defenses are fairly solid, but its offensive capabilities are rather weak.

She is far weaker than Senior Sister Xiaolan.

Lu Wubing moved closer to her left side.

The longsword, already parting the waves, pierced through the dense net of swords and plunged into the throat of the young man opposite.

This sword strike, from the step forward to the thrust...

Like flowing clouds and running water, exquisitely beautiful.

It makes one feel that his sword should have been stuck in the other person's throat.

It's always been there.

"That's not how you use a sword."

Lu Wubing shook his head.

He moved forward again.

They have already joined the group of three others who are besieging Shen Wanjian.

Two "whoosh" sounds.

Two disciples from the East Sea, dressed in green, fell to the ground.

[The Eyebrowless Sword] Wei Zhongming reacted extremely quickly. When he saw his junior brother die from the sword, he had already retreated rapidly.

He retreated hastily.

Lu Wubing pursued even more urgently.

Just like dancing face-to-face.

In the blink of an eye, they had caught up with him.

Going straight is always cheaper than going backwards.

"drink!"

[The Eyebrowless Sword] Wei Zhongming roared, his eyes turning completely red.

A tremendous crisis, like a mountain collapsing, weighed heavily on my heart.

All the hair on his body stood on end...

In a flash, he unleashed a furious slash with his longsword.

Sword shadows split into three, tearing through the wind with a furious roar.

In critical moments, he still only trusted his own sword and his own special moves.

Without expending a single ounce of effort, they neither called for help nor tried to dodge.

Choose to fight fire with fire.

"The Three-Tiered Waves of Dragon Gate? Try stacking it again..."

A faint, mocking voice reached my ears.

Wei Zhongming only saw a streak of light, as fast as lightning, silently pierce through his triple sword shadows.

A sharp pain shot through his throat, and the blade in his hand, though sharp, struck nothing but empty air.

"Such a fast... sword."

Wei Zhongming's eyes were filled with despair and resentment as he struggled to speak.

Before his sword could even fall, the opponent had already pierced through seven feet of empty space with a single strike.

By the time they saw it, they had already been stabbed.

During the final Qingming Festival, in a fleeting moment of lucidity, all the past experiences flashed through Wei Zhongming's mind, and suddenly a flash of inspiration struck him.

"It's you!"

He recognized Lu Wubing; to be precise, he recognized his swordsmanship.

During the pursuit, he carefully examined his junior brothers' wounds and heard many people along the way describe the sharpness of that sword strike.

Now that you've experienced it firsthand, what is there left to not understand?
"Isn't that me?"

Lu Wubing chuckled to himself.

He drew his sword, gently wiped the blood off the other man's clothes, and casually touched the pocket in his robes.

There are no secret manuals, of course.

I found a huge stack of banknotes...

He casually put it in his pocket, not feeling particularly disappointed, and glanced back at Shen Wanjian and his sister.

Seeing the big guy staring at him with a slightly blank expression, he couldn't help but say, "Why didn't you call for help if you couldn't win? They're not following the rules, so why should you follow them?"

"Oh, why didn't you call someone?"

Shen Wanjian wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, only then feeling the sharp pain from his wounds. Slightly annoyed, he turned and asked, "Sis, why didn't you call for help?"

"Isn't it because I thought you could beat them..." Shen Xinzhu blushed, realizing she hadn't even thought of that.

Then I looked up at the monkey-faced man.

But then they saw the other person's sword pointing diagonally at the ground, slowly walking towards the end of the long street.

For a moment, I was unsure whether I should call out to the other person.

At the end of the street, a little black cat lay on the eaves, making meows as if in springtime.

Snapped……

The wooden window bars shattered, and two figures hurriedly jumped down and leaped into the carriage.

"Hurry, hurry back to the manor."

The young man in brocade robes was deathly pale, and he roared madly.

The carriage swayed wildly, then suddenly lurched forward and sped away.

……

Asking for a monthly ticket.

(End of this chapter)