Wan Jian returns to his clan!

Chapter 60 The Zhao Family's Kirin, His Precious Appearance in Distant Place (Seeking Monthly Tickets)
Various thoughts flashed through Xu Yunshen's mind.

Out of the corner of my eye, I also caught a glimpse of Tang Baye's slender figure with his flowing sleeves.

Just as I calmed myself down, I heard a thunderous boom.

"boom……"

A gasp of surprise rang out from all sides.

Xu Yunshen's spear only went halfway before he could no longer thrust it in.

Everything went black, and I knew nothing more.

The thin old man who had just approached from the ranks of the servants suddenly had his pupils shrink to pinpoints, as if he had seen a ghost. He stumbled and retreated even faster than he had come.

He had been planning to attack from both sides, but then he noticed that the monkey-faced man, who was clearly locked in a fierce battle with Xu Yunshen, a spear master at the peak of the fifth-grade Blood Exchange Realm, suddenly had his longsword dissipate into a halo of light.

A thunderous roar erupted in my ears.

The surrounding air cracked, spreading out in concentric circles of tiny ripples.

Then, Xu Yunshen's left side of his head was blown off.

The force of the energy swept past, leaving a long, bloody shadow and piercing a hole in the ground on the right side.

"This swordsmanship..."

Tang Baye was so shocked that not only did his arms leave eight shadows, but he also wished he could grow eight legs.

He barely broke through to the fourth rank, enjoying some offerings from the Zhao family and living a leisurely and wealthy life.

I never imagined I would fight to the death with such a master swordsman.

"Extremely subtle and concealed, yet without any real intent, this is actually the Thunder Sound Sword Technique at its most perfect level..."

He couldn't understand how a swordsman with a weak aura and seemingly shallow inner strength could use such profound sword techniques.
The only explanation is that the other party was actually some old monster in disguise.

He deliberately pretended to be weak and cowardly, playing dumb to take advantage of the enemy.

If you rush in at this point, where will you find a way to survive?
"Surround them, trade your life for theirs... This person is only strong in swordsmanship, but weak in physique and shallow in internal energy."

Compared to Tang Baye's frantic retreat.

The young man in white robes and a jade crown who stood motionless in front of the door was as steady as a mountain.

The sound was clear and distinct, giving the impression of a commanding presence.

"No wonder he's the top scholar from Xiangzhou? The prodigy of the Zhao family!"

Upon hearing this, Lu Wubing's heart stirred slightly.

This guy is a genius.

It was precisely because he did not practice martial arts, but only literature.

Therefore, they cannot fully appreciate the subtlety of the Perfect Extreme Thrust Sword Technique, but instead can see it clearly and judge it accurately.

In fact, Lu Wubing killed his way to the Zhao residence.

I've never actually fought anyone head-on.

He did his best to dodge the crossbow bolts fired by ordinary servants, without blocking them.

This shows that he lacks confidence in his physique and strength.

If you manage to block a few attacks, your footing will slow down... and then you'll be surrounded and in danger.

Therefore, the best tactic is, of course, to evade attacks by using footwork and then use powerful sword techniques to kill the enemy.

If you act quickly enough, all weaknesses can be covered up.

A typical example of "you do your thing, I'll do mine."

This young man, who is suspected to be Zhao Congwen, the eldest son of the Zhao family, is able to see through the truth hidden in the bloodshed amidst the chaos.

This alone shows that this person has an extraordinary character, keen insight, and a profound understanding of the world.

"How could such a genius not die?"

Tang Baye is backing away.

Lu Wubing let out a long roar, no longer concealing his strength.

He didn't maneuver left or right, his steps seemed slow but were actually swift, each step carrying ten sword strikes.

Chi chi chi...

It looked as if more than ten arms had grown out of his body.

Like a raging wind sweeping across the land.

The dozens of servants who had surrounded them fell to the ground in the blink of an eye.

In the blink of an eye, Lu Wubing had already crossed more than ten zhang and arrived in front of the white-robed youth.

Their eyes stared at him intently, their light, shimmering crimson through the monkey-face mask.

“Save my son! I will grant you permission to build a temple… Master, whatever you ask for, I will grant it.”

A sharp female voice rang out.

Another deep, powerful roar reached my ears.

"Junior Nephew Tang, what are you doing?"

Tang Baye's body trembled, and his retreating figure turned into a forward lunge, like a large bird.

He slammed his pipe into the air, causing a burst of fire, and a sharp point touched Lu Wubing's neck.

This is a classic case of "besieging Wei to rescue Zhao".

He was startled by the roar and dared not run away again.

Even knowing that the opponent's swordsmanship was exceptionally strong, they could only press forward despite the pressure.

If the eldest son, Zhao Congwen, were to be killed in front of them, the Zhao family would be unable to stay. Not only would they be unable to stay, but they would also likely be hunted down to the ends of the earth by Prefect Zhao.

Of course, this is not the most important thing.

Rather, he knew that since his martial uncle had spoken up, he would definitely go all out.

With his strength ranking thirty-third on the Earthly Ranking, no matter how powerful this monkey-faced man is, he will not escape death.

"Save them? Is it even possible to save them?"

Lu Wubing let out a cold laugh.

He didn't even try to block Tang Baye's pipe that was aimed at his side.

Instead, he took a deep breath, his lower abdomen suddenly caved in, his back arched slightly, and the long sword in his hand transformed into a faint halo, already thrusting out.

Snapped……

The pipe pierced the empty space, then immediately swung backward horizontally.

Wherever the energy passed, a sharp wind howled.

Lu Wubing's black robe was shaken so badly that it transformed into fluttering colorful butterflies. He let out a muffled groan and was sent flying backward.

Tang Baye missed his target, the attack grazing Lu Wubing's waist and abdomen. His heart sank, and he let out a miserable howl.

He saw.

The young master stood not far in front of him.

Unbeknownst to him, a huge bloody hole had appeared in his throat.

His eyes were lifeless, and his body slowly fell backward.

A sharp wail came from afar.

it turns out.

To think that he could forcefully kill the eldest young master Zhao Congwen under his own attack... Tang Baye was filled with rage and evil intentions. He brandished his pipe wildly and was about to chase after him.

He was so angry he was almost dizzy.

It wasn't that I was dizzy, but rather that the surrounding light was distorted, and the halo was affecting my vision.

"not good."

The thought had just arisen in his mind when he seemed to hear thunder, felt a sharp pain between his brows, and his body went limp.

"What a brilliant display of hidden meaning..."

The ever-smiling expression on Baoxiang Amitabha Xiao Shan's face was nowhere to be seen.

His figure floated up like a cloud, and as the prayer beads in his hand transformed into a curtain of rain, he also saw two claps of thunder and a halo of light appear and disappear.

After piercing Zhao Congwen's throat, the green-edged sword continued its relentless thrust.

Almost simultaneously, the attack shifted like lightning, breaking through Tang Ba's protective aura and piercing his brow.

What fierce swordsmanship!

Bao Xiang Amitabha became more cautious. He first used his prayer beads to clear the way, then leaped up and gave chase.

He also figured it out.

That monkey-faced man's internal strength was really not that great, but his swordsmanship was truly amazing.

That's why I'm so sure.

It was because he saw that the monkey-faced man had actually been injured in the abdomen by Tang Ba's pipe.

This undoubtedly proves that the eldest son of the Zhao family's previous guess was absolutely correct.

What are you waiting for?
If this person is killed, a temple can be built in Mingyang City.

Such temptation was truly irresistible to Amitabha Buddha.

He no longer wanted to live the life of hiding and running away, but wanted to live openly and honestly in broad daylight, enjoying the worship of believers and the company of beautiful women.

"It is this person; we cannot defeat him by force."

Lu Wubing had witnessed his master's wife, Qin Huaiying, fighting against this Baoxiang Amitabha. At that time, the battle was so fierce that it caused waves to rise in the long river, and the force of the battle roared for three or four zhang.

Although his swordsmanship was strong, he could also conceal his killing intent within his sword techniques, so that people would fall to his sword without even realizing it.

However, there really wasn't a good way to deal with a burst of energy that could tear through steel, coming from eight or nine meters away.

In this situation, even if one can use swordsmanship to block several attacks, one can only passively take hits and cannot fight back; sooner or later, one will be defeated and die on the spot.

'With weakened internal strength and a significantly lower level of cultivation, one is always constrained... Of the thirty-six stratagems, retreat is the best.'

Lu Wubing unleashed his sword skills once more, no longer concealing what he had learned.

With all his might, the sword light transformed into lightning.

A halo of light surged, and in an instant, four or five swords were thrust out, while the ground beneath their feet was already greased.

clap clap clap...

The prayer beads burst open and turned into powder one after another.

With a slight thought, Lu Wubing activated the [Pine and Crane Guidance] technique, causing his body to retreat more than ten feet, appearing and disappearing intermittently.

Using the recoil as leverage, he endured the excruciating pain in his arm, and with a few leaps, he darted backward into the long street and disappeared into the crowd.

With a few flashes, they concealed themselves and fled towards the south gate.

……

Asking for a monthly ticket.

(End of this chapter)