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

Faint sounds drifted over from afar, and Jiang Ning's brows furrowed.

"Edamame, hurry up."

Maodou, who had been running for several hours, was exhausted, but after hearing Jiang Ning's words, he gritted his teeth and sped up.

"kill!"

In the darkness of night, a large group of people relentlessly pursued and killed three Taoist priests ahead.

"Master, you go quickly, we'll cover your retreat, don't worry about us."

A Taishan disciple spoke anxiously.

The Taoist Tianmen's expression was resolute: "If we're going to leave, we'll leave together."

"Master, you can't leave with us, let's go quickly."

Another Taishan disciple also said.

At this moment, the three members of the Tianmen Taoist sect were covered in blood, their clothes were tattered, and the Tianmen Taoist, in particular, had lost his hairpin and his white hair was disheveled, making him look extremely wretched.

A group of people were chasing the three of them.

"Hahaha, none of you are getting away."

A man was laughing loudly. He was wearing a straw hat and a cotton coat, and he was tall and thin.

“I’ve been waiting here for you guys for days. We still have so many of you. If you get away, I’m not Ji Wuchang.”

The man laughed wildly.

Upon hearing this, Tianmen Daoist turned around and glanced at him, his eyes blazing with fury.

This man, whose origins are unknown, is the leader of these people. He is skilled in martial arts, but his moves are extremely strange, unheard of, and unseen. They are not from the orthodox path. When Tianmen Daoist first fought him, he was almost caught off guard and had his pressure points struck.

"Tianmen Daoist, you have some reputation in the martial arts world, so why are you running away like this? We killed your disciple, and you didn't even dare to turn back. Why don't you just stop calling yourself Tianmen and start calling yourself Pimen instead, hahahaha."

At this moment, the man was chasing after Tianmen Daoist and his remaining disciples while making sarcastic remarks.

"you!"

Upon hearing this, Tianmen Daoist flew into a rage and immediately wanted to turn around and kill him, but reason kept him calm.

The other party was trying to provoke him; he couldn't fall for it.

call out!

A hidden weapon suddenly flew out from the crowd behind them, heading straight for Tianmen Daoist.

"Master, be careful!"

A Taishan disciple shouted and lunged forward, shielding Tianmen Daoist from the attack, but his body went limp and he collapsed.

"Erect or remove!"

The Taoist priest of Tianmen's eyes were wide with rage.

"Master, let's go quickly."

The Taishan disciple said one last thing to the Tianmen Taoist, and the next second he was swallowed up by the crowd of people chasing him.

"Ha ha ha ha."

The man laughed loudly and began to mock again.

"Taoist of the Piss Sect, your disciple took a blow for you, aren't you going to avenge him?"

As they were talking, another Taishan disciple was struck by a hidden weapon from behind and fell to the ground.

At this moment, only Tianmen Daoist remained.

Tianmen Daoist's eyes turned red as he watched his disciples fall one by one before him. He could no longer control himself and stopped running away, turning back to kill them.

"kill!"

The man was overjoyed to see the Taoist priest from Tianmen turn back.

"Kill him!"

As they were talking, the man suddenly heard a scream behind him. He turned around and saw a figure riding a donkey crashing into the crowd.

Bang!

One of them tried to block Jiang Ning with his body, but Maodou lowered his head and charged forward. The donkey's head slammed into Jiang Ning's chest, and the huge impact sent him flying. He rolled on the ground like a rag doll three or four times before falling silent.

"Stop him!"

Someone shouted loudly and swung his knife at him.

With a powerful leap, Maodou raised its two forelimbs high and kicked out, causing the man's chest to cave in.

Then Maodou charged and crashed through the crowd like a mad bull. Its size and strength, even greater than that of an ordinary horse, terrified everyone, who dared not approach it.

Suddenly, two people threw out two ropes, which crossed and blocked Maodou's front and back. Two more people blocked his left and right sides. The four of them tightened the ropes, trying to restrain Maodou.

Jiang Ning, sitting on Maodou, patted the donkey's back, and at the same time, he gripped the hilt of his sword and pulled it out. He then floated up and landed in the crowd.

puff!

Jiang Ning swept his sword across a man's stomach, then kicked him in the stomach. The man flew backward, his intestines flying out and landing on the snow, steaming as they landed.

Jiang Ning glanced around at the people around him, then gathered his strength and shouted, unleashing a torrent of internal energy that stirred up rolling waves of snow.

"what!!!"

Those closest to the explosion suffered ruptured eardrums, and some even died from liver and gallbladder rupture caused by the shockwave.

The crowd on the periphery covered their ears and screamed in agony, feeling an excruciating headache.

"Who goes there!"

Even the leading man couldn't help but look surprised when he saw such a display.

Jiang Ning looked at them coldly, his eyes filled with intense killing intent.

"Mount Hua, Jiangning".

Chapter 271: The Donkey with Movement Techniques

"Jiangning?"

The group of people were startled and subconsciously took a few steps back, their eyes filled with apprehension as they looked at Jiang Ning.

The leader, Ji Wuchang, was even more on high alert.

They had heard of Jiangning's reputation before, but they always thought it was just a hollow reputation. However, after the recent news about Jiangning's exploits, such as the King of Hell guarding the mountain, the burning of the Thousand-Foot Cliff, and the bloodshed in the enemy camp, they realized that the rumors were true.

Upon seeing the real person, even though there was only one person, their imposing aura intimidated them, preventing them from approaching.

"Gurgle."

One of them held a knife in his hand and looked at Jiang Ning as if facing a formidable enemy, his body in a state of complete alert.

He was standing too close to the front, not far in front of Jiang Ning, and this exciting position made him nervously swallow.

A tense atmosphere spread, and no one made a move. The attacks on Maodou and Tianmen Daoist stopped, and for a moment, the area seemed to fall into stillness.

Jiang Ning calmly surveyed his surroundings.

This group was quite large, estimated to be seventy or eighty people. According to information provided by Li Jinyu, a disciple of Mount Tai, the opposing side had more than a hundred people before. Considering the corpses Jiang Ning had seen along the way, they must have lost many people while fighting with the Mount Tai Sect, which is why so many people remained.

Jiang Ning quickly assessed the situation, casually flicked his hand to wipe the blood off his sword, and also stretched his arms to dispel the bone-chilling cold from the previous journey, quickly adjusting his physical condition.

But his casual movement startled those surrounding him, who instinctively took a few steps back, their faces showing panic.

Only after seeing that Jiang Ning made no further moves did these people realize that they had been frightened by him.

This humiliating scene made everyone's faces look extremely ugly, especially the leader, Ji Wuchang, whose face turned ashen.

"Damn it, they dare to come here all by themselves, how arrogant."

Ji Wuchang broke the eerie silence with a cold laugh, then waved his hand.

"Charge them!"

As soon as Ji Wuchang finished speaking, the group he brought had already charged towards Jiang Ning.

call out!

call out!

Suddenly, several whooshing sounds came from behind Jiang Ning, and several darts flew towards him. The tips of these darts were green, indicating that they were clearly poisoned.

Jiang Ning quickly leaped up, flipped in the air, and kicked backward, sending the darts flying back into the crowd.

Several screams suddenly erupted from the crowd surrounding him.

Jiang Ning lightly touched the ground with his toes, stepped onto a tree branch, and used the momentum to leap backward, landing above a person. The tip of his sword pierced down from above, directly into the back of the person's neck.

Before the man could even scream, Jiang Ning descended from the sky, twisting the hilt of his sword from a regular grip to a reverse grip, and pulled it downwards with force. The tip of the sword sliced ​​from the back of the man's neck all the way to his spine, directly lacerifying his back.

"what!!!"

A piercing scream rang out, and the man's back was instantly torn to shreds, revealing his spine where Jiang Ning's sword tip had sliced ​​through.

Jiang Ning had just landed and opened the back of the man when he heard the sound of slashing behind him. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a burly man swinging a large knife at him.

Jiang Ning quickly turned around and kicked the man's wrist, sending the knife flying into the air. He then leaped up and delivered a flying kick, sending the man flying as well. At the same time, he reached out his left hand, grabbed the falling broadsword, and casually swung it, striking the man's shoulder.

Jiang Ning gripped the hilt and pulled, the blade embedding itself in flesh and bone with a loud cracking sound, accompanied by a piercing scream.

puff!

The blade was pulled from the other person's body, blood spurting out. Jiang Ning casually flicked his wrist, sending the blade flying and plunging straight into a man's neck.

After dealing with that person, Jiang Ning charged forward, quickly reaching another man and delivering a powerful knee strike that sent him flying.

call out!

A man attacked from the left. Jiang Ning turned his head sharply, reached out and grabbed him by the neck faster than the man, lifting him up and charging into the crowd. While killing enemies with his sword, he used the man as a human shield to block the hidden weapons fired by the enemy.

Bang!

Jiang Ning picked up a corpse and swung it forward with force, knocking down a group of people.