The Smiling, Proud Wanderer, becoming a disciple of Yue Buqun.

"what!!"

The person let out a scream.

call out!

A gust of wind swept from behind. Jiang Ning glanced back and saw someone draw a weapon and slash at him.

Jiang Ning placed one hand on the back of the person from before, and rolled over to the other side. Then, with a soft thud, the person's knife struck his ally.

Jiang Ning crouched down, grabbed a knife from the ground, and charged at the man.

when!

The two swords clashed together with a loud sound. The man who was exchanging blows with Jiang Ning felt his arm go numb and his expression turned horrified.

Jiang Ning sheathed his sword and slashed downwards with lightning speed, leaving his opponent unable to retaliate and only able to parry.

With several clangs, the man was slashed and forced to retreat repeatedly, feeling his arm go numb and sore.

What kind of monster is this? Where does it get such strength?!

This person roared inwardly.

Jiang Ning unleashed four consecutive slashes in a single second. It wasn't until the fifth slash that the others reacted, and they immediately charged at him. By then, the blade in Jiang Ning's hand could no longer withstand the attack and shattered into pieces.

boom!

The fragments shattered and flew through the air. Jiang Ning kicked one of the fragments away, sending it flying towards one person. Then, with a flick of his arm, he smashed the hilt of his knife at another person.

Jiang Ning quickly engaged in combat with the group.

puff!

puff!

On the other side, Mr. Mo was using his knife to finish off the unconscious person on the ground, occasionally glancing up at the fight not far away.

The group of people who were fighting with Jiang Ning saw Master Mo killing their men with impunity. One of them was so enraged that he tried to rush over and kill Master Mo, but Jiang Ning punched him and he could only parry and defend.

Jiang Ning was strong, fast, and powerful. The group felt outmatched when they attacked him. After a few rounds, they could barely see his attacks. It was like an old man fighting a young man. His moves were too fast. They could only defend themselves, let alone fight back. Jiang Ning was pressing them down.

"The younger generation is truly formidable, indeed!"

While finishing off the enemy, Mr. Mo couldn't help but shake his head as he watched the battle unfold.

"Old Jia, if you dare to betray the Holy Maiden, she will not let you off."

Several people lying on the ground were not completely unconscious. They watched helplessly as Mr. Mo finished them off one by one. Their eyes were wide with anger, and they struggled desperately, but to no avail.

"Who told you I betrayed them?"

Master Mo chuckled and said, "I was never one of yours to begin with. It was your Holy Envoy who insisted that I take command. We should thank those four idiots for that, otherwise my Five Mountains Sword Sect wouldn't have been able to deal with you so easily."

The man glared angrily, angered by Mr. Mo's words.

He originally thought that Master Mo had betrayed them, but he didn't expect that the other party was actually an undercover agent of the Five Mountains Sword Sect. This undercover agent had even risen to the position of commander for so long, and it was the Four Immortals of Peach Valley who specifically named him to do so.

Seeing Mr. Mo slaughter them like chickens, those who were unconscious didn't even have a chance to resist, and died instantly with a muffled groan, the man's anger reached its peak.

"Four Immortals of Peach Valley!!!"

"You four idiots, you've ruined my life!!!"

In the moments before his death, the man finally couldn't help but shout angrily, but he had already been drugged, and even if he did shout, it was very weak.

Upon hearing the man's last words, Mr. Mo couldn't help but shake his head.

To be honest, these people were actually quite strong. If they had been led by a more reliable person, they would have been in great danger to the Five Mountains Sword Sect. But Ren Yingying chose to appoint these four unreliable people, and they were indeed killed by the Four Immortals of Peach Valley.

Jiang Ning unleashed a barrage of punches with his right arm at the leader of the group, each punch more powerful than the last. His ferocious appearance overwhelmed the man.

boom!

Jiang Ning threw a punch, hitting the man in the temple, and then kicked him away.

A fierce wind swept in, and a sharp, whistling sound echoed behind them.

Jiang Ning glanced at him out of the corner of his eye, and the next second he turned around and kicked the man in the wrist, causing the weapon in his hand to fly out of his grasp.

The bone in his wrist was broken by the kick, and the man's eyes showed pain. However, before he could react, everything suddenly went black, and a sharp pain shot through his neck.

Click!

Jiang Ning crushed the man's neck, then glanced back at the remaining two.

The two men stopped when they saw this, exchanged a glance, and then ran outside.

Jiang Ning bent down and charged forward, taking two strides straight up.

At this moment, one of the two had already run out of the tent, and the other had just run out when he heard the sound getting closer and closer behind him, as if it had already reached him. He couldn't help but turn around and take a look.

Jiang Ning leaped into the air and kicked him in the chest, causing the chest to cave in. Jiang Ning then kicked him in the chin, the sound of bones cracking clearly rang out. With his final kick, Jiang Ning spun around twice in mid-air and delivered a powerful side kick to the man's head. The immense force and impact sent the man's head flying, hurtling towards the fleeing man with incredible speed.

Bang!

As if a watermelon were shattering, two headless corpses fell to the ground not far from each other.

"you……"

Mr. Mo, who came out of the tent, was speechless when he saw this scene.

How brutal.

Have you always been like this?

Mr. Mo glanced at Jiang Ning.

"what?"

Jiang Ning did not understand what he meant.

Mr. Mo looked at the corpses killed by Jiang Ning in the tent, and then at the two headless corpses outside.

"Have you always been this ruthless when killing people?"

Upon hearing Mr. Mo's words, Jiang Ning was taken aback and didn't know how to respond. After thinking for a while, he said, "Perhaps it's because I'm stronger."

Actually, he wasn't that strong originally. It was only after practicing the Innate Skill that his physical condition kept improving and his strength increased. Ordinary masters would find it difficult to deal with his strength, unless they were people who specialized in practicing external martial arts.

"Talented people emerge in every generation."

Mr. Mo looked at his old arms and legs, shook his head and said something.

At that moment, a red light appeared not far away, followed by flames.

Jiang Ning looked in the direction; it was the direction Liu Qin was heading.

Something went wrong over there?

Jiang Ning looked somewhat surprised, but he couldn't get there in time.

Splash, splash.

Sounds came from all around, and groups of people rushed toward them, their numbers growing ever larger.

"What's going on?!"

The people were horrified and furious when they saw the two headless corpses on the ground. Then they looked at the tent not far away, where an old man and a young man were watching them.

The boy glanced at them indifferently, then turned and went into the tent. He came out a moment later, holding a knife in his hand.

Seeing this, everyone was still somewhat surprised and uncertain, until the boy rushed towards them.

Chapter 237 The Horn of Counterattack (Part 2)

"kill!"

Zhang Quandao, wielding a large cleaver, charged ahead, hacking and slashing left and right, making his way in and out of the enemy camp seven times.

puff!

Zhang Quandao slashed at an enemy with his sword, and blood splattered all over him.

"Who dares to fight me!"

Zhang Quandao shouted at the top of his lungs, his voice echoing throughout the entire venue.

Besides Zhang Quandao, other Taoist priests from Qingcheng Mountain were also very brave and fierce.

Seeing the Taoists fighting so fiercely, the Emei Sect disciples looked on with strange expressions.

"put!"

Not far away, Liu Qin waved his hand, and hundreds of arrows with flaming tips shot out from behind him, falling like dense raindrops into the enemy camp and instantly igniting a raging fire.

"what!!"

Some people screamed in agony as they were hit by arrows falling from the sky.

"Charge with me!"

Seeing arrows whistling overhead and falling in front of him, Zhang Quandao drew his sword and charged forward, leaving behind corpses all around.

"Slow down, you guys."

Some Emei disciples, seeing how fast the Taoists were rushing, quickly shouted.

They are now clearing out areas one by one, first covering the area with arrows, and then rushing in to kill. If you run too fast, you might get accidentally injured.

"Charge!"

Master Qingwei led the Emei disciples in the battle, shouting to the people behind her.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

The fire was very conspicuous in the darkness, and the commotion caused by Zhang Quandao and his group had already attracted the attention of people in other areas, who were all rushing over here.

On the thousand-foot-high pillar.

"Master, how much longer do we have to wait?"

Linghu Chong approached Yue Buqun and asked in a low voice.

"Not urgent."