With a sword drawn, he laughs proudly, his martial prowess dominating the heavens!

Chapter 121 Brother Linghu, kill everyone who's still breathing!

As soon as Jie Feng finished speaking, six gray shadows tumbled down from the tree like ghosts, landing haphazardly around Li Che and his companion.

The newcomer hopped and skipped, first pointing and glaring at Xie Feng, then standing with his hands on his hips and head held high, staring fiercely at Li Che while yelling "Wah wah wah!"

Li Che was greatly surprised. The Six Immortals of Peach Valley had become the Six Mute Ones of Peach Valley? He had indeed misunderstood the man surnamed Xiang; he was indeed very meticulous in his work.

The six foolish thieves were here, and I heard from Jie Feng that he had "no choice" again, and it was the Hundred Medicines Sect.

Such a strange combination, which was originally 80% a guess, Li Che is now 100% certain.

He glanced around. "Not everyone's here. Where are the people from the Hundred Medicines Sect?"

"Ha~ I've used up all my skills but to no avail. Staying here is just getting in the way, so I'll just have to flee."

"Very well, let them live a few more days."

Despite this, Li Che did not truly believe it.

These unorthodox individuals who dabble in poisons have minds more poisonous than poison itself. Fortunately, the wind is blowing from south to north, so even if they release the poisonous smoke and mist from behind, it shouldn't be this fast.

Kill them immediately!

Li Che glanced sideways and saw Linghu Chong gripping the hilt of his sword, protecting his back, ready to strike at any moment.

"Brother Linghu, don't be alarmed by the sudden attack!"

Linghu Chong subconsciously turned around to look, only to see his eyes rolling, his gaze passing over him and looking toward the firelight to the south.

run?

No! That's not like Brother Li.

In an instant, he understood and became wary of the Hundred Medicines Sect!

Ignoring the six monsters' wailing, Li Che tilted his longsword, which was covered in poisonous liquid, slightly upward, looked at Xie Feng, and said sarcastically, "I've heard that during the Song Dynasty, the Beggars' Sect produced several heroic figures who single-handedly raised the sect to a position comparable to Shaolin."

"Ha~ A bunch of degenerate scoundrels who harvest and mutilate living beings, their wicked nature is incorrigible. Chief Jie should know Li's ways. After tonight, as long as Li lives, the beggars will no longer be a gang!"

Xie Feng felt ashamed at first, then angry. He didn't utter a single word, but instead swung his hand down. Nearly twenty Beggar Clan disciples shouted in unison, their bamboo sticks thumping the ground as they formed a large circle and surrounded him.

"Brother Linghu, the usual rules!"

Linghu Chong nodded to himself.

The old rule goes like this: If you're handing over the henchmen, don't hold back!

"Waaaaaah—"

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Before he could finish speaking, the six monsters, who had been unable to contain themselves any longer, pounced on him all at once.

Or spread both palms flat, the palm wind like a mountain.

Or he could scoop from below, his five fingers like hooks, and strike Li Che's knee.

Another person was suspended upside down in mid-air, his feet slamming down like a shooting star.

Then, a mute figure slid sideways and pointed to the throat.

Their target was clear: Li Che. They seemed to ignore Linghu Chong completely.

These six people are single-minded. In Fuzhou, Xiang Wentian cut off their tongues, force-fed them the Three Corpse Brain God Pill, and then subjected them to a series of intimidation and brainwashing. They have now become high-level combatants of the Ren faction.

The six men were of one mind, and their fists and palms worked together seamlessly.

On the other hand, Jie Feng did not rush to make a move. These six strange men were quite powerful. He would exhaust their internal energy and then he would make the final decision.

Moreover, with the six monsters surrounding them, there was no opening for them to attack.

Just as Linghu Chong was about to strike with his sword, he felt a tremendous force under his arm. Before he could react, he was thrown away.

He used the tree as leverage to climb up the tall tree, only to find that he had been subdued and had no power to resist.

Looking further down, one could see that Li Che was shrouded in a dark mist, as if wrapped in thick clothes, and he had gained a considerable amount of weight.

Remembering the hint in his eyes earlier, he dared not hesitate. He took two steps at a time and lightly leaped to the top of the tree, his gaze just over the low hill behind Jie Feng.

No one else was seen!

Just then, Li Che drew his sword.

Swoosh!

The filthy sword has lost its luster, yet it is stained with poison!

One sword strikes six times, or it seems as if six swords strike simultaneously.

Jie Feng, who had been squinting, suddenly widened his eyes wide, raised an eyebrow, and opened them wide.

I couldn't quite make out how many sword strikes there were.

In Li Che's eyes, Liu Ya's fists, palms, fingers, feet...

Arrows came from six directions, summoning the severing of six limbs!

As the sword's spine entered his palm, Tao Genxian felt a numbness in his palm, as if he had been branded with a hot iron, followed by a burning sensation, an unbearable pain.

He yelled "Waaah!" for a while.

The skin tone of the hand, already indistinct in the darkness, seemed shrouded in a black mist, and the black mist spread upwards, causing excruciating pain to pierce the heart along the arm.

Another cry.

Two fingers flew off, the blood from the severed ends turning black instantly. Peach Blossom Fairy, unable to retract her hand in time, stumbled backward, and lunged back at the two severed fingers.

The third sword strike was a back elbow strike with the hilt of the sword aimed at the Yongquan acupoint on the sole of a certain mute person's foot. The sword strike was so fast that the opponent did not have time to retract his foot. He only felt his legs go numb and tingly after falling down, as if he were not himself.

The sword blade reversed, drawing an arc along the back of his neck, severing the wrist of the Peach Blossom Fairy who was attacking his back. This was the sixth sword strike!

After repelling the enemy with six swords, Li Che's sword momentum did not stop, and he turned to stab three feet in front of him.

Jie Feng's timing was extremely precise.

One sword strike repelled six enemies—what power, what exquisite skill! But what kind of inner strength was hidden within it?!

With six mute men using both fists and feet, how could one possibly withstand them by simply waving a long sword?

If it were an ordinary person, let alone losing a hand or finger, they would probably lose their sword first.

When one's internal energy is mobilized, one's strength is exhausted and one's vital energy is weak; if one exhausts all one's strength, one will be in danger of losing one's life.

This boy just fought with insects and bees at the post station and has been chasing after us all the way. How much strength does he have left?

Songshan Taibao?

Jie Feng asked himself, "Can't I kill him too?"

Before the surrounding Beggars' Sect disciples could even gasp in surprise, Jie Feng had already thrust out his bamboo staff, which seemed to transform into a sky full of green shadows, enveloping Li Che from all directions.

The shadows of the sticks stretched endlessly.

Li Che's heart skipped a beat. He had underestimated the Beggars' Sect. This move was a mix of feint and reality, with hidden variations and shifts between the two.

The Dog-Beating Stick Technique?

The Beggars' Sect has a history spanning hundreds of years, and it certainly has something to offer.

Li Che sheathed his sword and retreated three steps. He remembered that the "Broken Staff Style" had said that the changes in staff techniques originated from the wrist, shoulder, and elbow. He observed the footwork and checked the breath, not the staff, but the person.

Purple clouds rose again, and the dantian boiled once more.

With a flick of his wrist, he thrust his sword out, and the illusory, real, and ethereal green shadows seemed to vanish from his eyes, instead aiming for three inches from his right shoulder.

It was precisely because Li Che withdrew his sword and retreated that Xie Feng lost his complacent attitude and changed his move.

And this is precisely the pivotal point of their tactical shift!

Jie Feng's expression changed drastically. He couldn't react in time, but he forced his stick back to block.

This sword is coated with deadly poison!

Damn the Hundred Medicines Sect!

Click—!

The sword tip touched the jade pendant on the staff, and several cracks spread out. The jade pendant on the staff shattered and fell to the ground.

Li Che frowned slightly, never expecting that the old man could block this attack. This was the first time the Dugu Nine Swords had failed, except against Elder Feng...

Jie Feng's eyes widened in shock. The gang leader's token, which had been passed down to this day, had been destroyed in his own hands. He felt a pang of guilt.

The dog-beating stick was destroyed, not because of protecting the gang, but because of his own selfish motives!

However, Li Che, having gained the upper hand, pressed on, his trembling sword advancing once more.

Jie Feng subconsciously turned to the side, not expecting that this move was a feint. The sword blade spun around, brushing against the staff, and smoothly placed on the side of his neck. It was the Hengshan School's "Wild Goose Returns to Zhurong"!

"Boss!"

In the blink of an eye, Jie Feng's fate was beyond his control.

The surrounding Beggars' Sect disciples were greatly shocked and were about to raise their clubs to attack when Linghu Chong floated down to protect Li Che's side.

Jie Feng raised his hand to stop him, and Zi Guang gave Li Che a complicated look.

"Excellent swordsmanship." He then sighed deeply, "I once heard the abbot of Shaolin say that the pinnacle of swordsmanship in the world is the Dugu Nine Swords. Has Young Hero Li received the true teachings of Senior Feng Qingyang?"

Li Che raised his eyes and sneered, "In a life-or-death struggle, you've become quite talkative! Brother Linghu, kill everyone who's still breathing!"

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