Wan Jian returns to his clan!

Chapter 83 Ambush, the Epilogue of Seven Swords

The black smoke rising from the direction of Shuofang Pavilion within the city has gradually thinned out.

Lu Wubing stood on the high slope, his clothes fluttering in the wind, his face still calm as still water, but inwardly he couldn't help feeling a little anxious.

"Could it be a miscalculation? Did those people from the East Sea Sword Sect leave overnight when they saw the situation was not good? If so, it will be difficult to find them again."

His swordsmanship has improved day by day these past few days...

His daily, unwavering practice of four thousand sword strikes steadily progressed towards the goal of perfecting and breaking through limits...

With the blessing of the destiny of "Heaven rewards diligence", I feel that every time I practice swordsmanship, I will gain something from it.

Of course, before one's swordsmanship undergoes a qualitative change, even if one progresses further at the perfect level, one's combat strength cannot improve by leaps and bounds.

Fortunately, he mastered the true method of practicing the family's [Six Yang Divine Needles] technique. With the blessing of the [Form] character imprint, his vitality grew stronger day by day, and his body gradually became stronger and stronger.

This change is revolutionary; it fundamentally alters a person's innate constitution, not only increasing endurance and strength, but also simultaneously boosting various immune and recovery abilities.

In light of this, Lu Wubing even set aside some time each day to practice the [Golden Thread Robe] horizontal training technique.

Although there was no expert with precise control over force to spar with and train his body, this body-training technique had already added over three hundred jin of strength to his body from the very beginning.

All in all, all in all.

With his body becoming stronger, his power increasing, and his defense improving, he can now easily use swordsmanship at the perfection level in a short time without tearing his muscles or damaging his meridians.

Furthermore, the power of each sword strike has increased by more than 20%.

"If I were to meet Gu Dongting again, I would not be without the ability to fight back; at least, I could contend with him for a short period of time."

If the East Sea Sword Sect leader were healthy and uninjured, Lu Wubing would naturally stay as far away as possible.

However, facing Gu Dongting, who was at his last gasp, with his left wrist broken and his back struck by the full force of the Fulong Sword, he coughed up three mouthfuls of blood on the spot.

He knew he wasn't without any chance of winning.

Even if it's a bit risky, it's enough to make his heart flutter.

Let's not dwell on past grudges.

The old man lingered nearby, his spirit haunting the place, still thinking about his own [Yuanling Sword Manual].

Don't try to strike when the other party is seriously injured. If they recover and come back with a vengeance, you'll be the one who suffers.

"Smoke, the signal fire has been lit."

Before joining the Lin family, Wang Zhong, the guard, had been begging for food in the mountains and forests since childhood, following his father, who was a hunter.

He inherited some of the archery skills.

He has exceptional eyesight and was the first to notice something was wrong.

About twenty miles to the north, a wisp of smoke shot into the sky, unyielding to the wind.

"Follow."

Lu Wubing's eyes lit up.

He leaped down the slope, landed on the horse's back, and gently squeezed the horse's belly.

Take the lead.

He had deployed his men in advance on the roads leading out of the city, and they didn't need to fight; they just needed to hide and keep an eye on passersby.

Once the target is spotted, send a signal immediately.

At this point, the results became apparent.

"What if they mistake someone else for someone else?" Tang Qi, the guard, leaped down the cliff, then mounted his horse, drew his broadsword from his back, and rode after him. He looked slightly nervous and tried to make conversation.

Uncle Gui shook his head and said, "It's not that bad. The young master personally selected several men to act as informants, and they are all very clever. Moreover, he had them identify the standard longsword of the Donghai Sect and their body shape and gait beforehand."

If it were just one or two, I could mistake them... but if a large group of swordsmen like that were walking together, I would never mistake them.

Uncle Gui lowered his body, spurred his horse and galloped away. He spoke lightly, but his face was anything but relaxed.

The thought of his young master leading his bunch of scoundrels to fight against the masters of the East Sea Sword Sect made his heart pound with anxiety.

Especially considering that there was a leader of a major martial arts sect and a top-notch expert on the other side.

My liver and gallbladder were trembling slightly.

I've never experienced anything so thrilling while working with the master. The young master is highly skilled and daring, and his style is completely different from the master's; I still need to adapt.

"I hope nothing goes wrong this time."

At this point, the butler gritted his teeth, thinking that if things really came to a critical moment, he would at most give his life back to the Lu family, and he would do his utmost to save the young master's life.

Thinking about it this way, he suddenly wasn't afraid anymore.

He lashed out with the whip, and his dwarf horse lurched forward, managing not to fall too far behind.

Because they took a shortcut, Lu Wubing and his companions spotted a procession of carriages from afar.

Two black-covered carriages were sandwiched in the middle, moving slowly. Judging from the tracks, they were clearly carrying heavy loads.

There were more than ten people in front and behind, carrying knives and swords, some on horseback and some on foot.

On one side of the group, there were seven or eight people who, as they walked, still habitually maintained a brisk walking posture with one arm outstretched and the other pressed back.

Upon seeing these people, Lu Wubing knew that he had not made a mistake in choosing them.

The Donghai Sword Sect's sword techniques are characterized by speed, ruthlessness, gentleness, and absolute precision. When fighting, they would rather gain three points than be a moment too slow.

Therefore, whether sitting, lying down, or walking, the disciples of the sect habitually extend one arm forward to draw their sword at any time, while pressing down behind their back to gather strength for a palm strike.

They will also unconsciously lean forward slightly.

You can see it at a glance.

"You all stay behind, I'll be right back."

Lu Wubing chuckled, spurred his horse diagonally, crossed the three-way intersection, galloped forward for dozens of feet, and suddenly leaped into the air.

With a rapid landing and acceleration, they covered three zhang (approximately 10 meters) in a single step, quickly closing in on the convoy.

"Enemy attack!"

A sharp, feminine voice suddenly roared from within the convoy.

"Intercept them! Quickly, Senior Brother Wu, let's join forces!"

A young man dressed in a white robe and wearing a jade crown slapped the carriage shaft, leaped down, and gave loud instructions.

Although he shouted loudly, his movements were not the fastest.

Even faster than him was a swordsman dressed in a light blue outfit...

This man was burly, with a square face and large eyes. He reached out and a broadsword was already in his hand.

As he lunged forward and thrust his sword forward, the wind howled, like waves rising on a calm lake, creating layers of shimmering blue.

"kill……"

Behind this man, seven or eight swordsmen, also dressed in blue, drew their swords simultaneously with lightning speed.

"The last of the Seven Swords of the East Sea, a direct disciple."

Lu Wubing's face showed a slight joy.

After several clashes with the East Sea Sword Sect, he calculated that Wu Zhongxiong, the seventh of the Seven Swords, the "Four Directions Sword," had never shown up.

It is said that this person joined the sect the latest, but his cultivation and swordsmanship improved the fastest. He is only slightly weaker than Wei Zhongming, the leader of the Seven Swords of the East Sea, but much stronger than the other five.

The sect leader, Gu Dongting, also doted on this disciple, keeping him by his side at all times and teaching him carefully.

He was never sent on any dangerous missions.

Extremely biased.

There are even some rumors that Wu Zhongxiong's surname is not actually Wu, but rather Gu.

His true identity is actually Gu Dongting's illegitimate son.

Lu Wubing didn't really care what the other party's true identity was.

What he was concerned about was that since Wu Zhongxiong, the last of the Seven Swords, was here, Gu Dongting should not be far away.

My plan might actually come true.

……

(End of this chapter)