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

However, even though Jiang Ning's injuries were severe at this point, they were not actually fatal. Instead, he seized an opportunity to kill three of the twenty-one people who were attacking him, leaving only eighteen of them.

Everyone looked at Jiang Ning, who stood with his sword in hand, with solemn expressions. Although they knew that Jiang Ning was injured and could not move as well as before, they still did not rush up to him immediately.

After a while.

Xiang Wentian made a move.

The others then went up.

The group clashed again.

The six yellow-robed elders kept creating opportunities for Xiang Wentian. Jiang Ning had no choice but to use the Gentleman's Sword to block Xiang Wentian's fatal blow, but the blade of the Gentleman's Sword had more and more nicks.

call out!

Xiang Wentian slashed his sword, sweeping across Jiang Ning's throat.

Jiang Ning held his sword horizontally in front of him.

when!

It was the sound of a sword breaking.

The Gentleman's Sword was cut in two; one piece was in Jiang Ning's hand, and the other piece fell to the ground.

Jiang Ning's pupils contracted as he looked at the broken sword on the ground.

"This sword has been with me for more than ten years. Since I cannot be by your side, take my sword and let it fight alongside you."

Jiang Ning looked at these people. Even though his expression hadn't changed at all when he was surrounded and attacked before, Jiang Ning now looked even colder, and his obsidian eyes seemed to be stained with a hint of blood.

Xiang Wentian's expression turned slightly serious upon seeing this.

For some reason, although he had destroyed the opponent's sword and Jiang Ning was covered in injuries, Xiang Wentian felt that Jiang Ning was in even greater danger than before.

One expert thrust forward with his sword, while another person lunged from the side to grab Jiang Ning and restrict his movements.

when!

Jiang Ning dodged the sword with a quick movement, then turned his gaze to the other side where someone was lunging and slamming into him.

In a flash, Jiang Ning took the scabbard from his waist and held it horizontally in front of the man's chest. With a twist of his wrist, he restrained the man's hands with the scabbard and then pulled sharply.

Jiang Ning used too much force, pulling the man forward and causing him to lose his balance. Jiang Ning glanced at the man's lower body, raised his leg, and delivered a low sweep kick to the man's ankle, sending him spinning in mid-air.

Jiang Ning seized the opportunity, stomped his foot on the ground, turned around, twisted his hips, and delivered a powerful twisting kick to the right side of the man's abdomen.

The top-notch expert, who was in mid-air, tried to adjust his posture, but was suddenly struck hard on the right side of his abdomen. His eyes snapped open in anger, and his body flew backward, crashing into a patch of bamboo behind him. He tumbled five or six times before stopping.

"Wow!"

The unknown top-tier expert suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood, which was mixed with fragments of internal organs.

His face was contorted with extreme pain.

Jiang Ning's twisting kick was so powerful that it crippled him.

He could already feel his internal organs being kicked out of their proper places.

A sharp pain shot through his abdomen, and the top-tier expert curled up on the ground in agony.

Jiang Ning, who had delivered the kick, didn't look in his direction again, because others were already attacking him.

call out!

A strong gust of wind swept in from behind.

Jiang Ning didn't turn his head, but stepped to the side and made way for him. The next second, a master brushed past him from behind, and the two were less than a meter apart.

Unexpectedly, his sneak attack was anticipated. The top expert was shocked and unconsciously looked to the side, where he met Jiang Ning's obsidian-like eyes.

He could already see a smile curving up the corners of Jiang Ning's mouth.

Chapter 438: Sword (Bonus Chapter 5, May 26)

With his right hand gripping the sword and planted in the ground, Jiang Ning leaned back slightly and reached out to grab the man's nape, squeezing hard with his five fingers to stop him from lunging forward.

With the back of his neck gripped as if his lifeline had been seized, the expert dared not make any rash moves.

But Jiang Ning had no scruples at this moment. He looked left and right at Xiang Wentian and the others who were rushing over from both sides. Jiang Ning grabbed the man and charged forward with his feet, spinning him around continuously. The man was so dizzy and disoriented that he was no longer a threat.

Jiang Ning was about to break through the encirclement when the Four Immortals of Peach Valley, Shangguan Yun, and Lan Fenghuang surrounded him.

Jiang Ning tightened his grip, then lifted the person in his hand and flung him violently towards the old man and Zu Qianqiu.

Seeing that the projectile was coming from their own side, the old man and Zu Qianqiu quickly retreated, but their expressions changed drastically the next second.

Jiang Ning's figure appeared in front of the two of them at some point, only a hair's breadth away from the old man.

The smell of blood reached my nose.

That's the smell of blood.

The old man looked up and saw a pair of bloodshot eyes; the coldness in those eyes made his heart stop.

Jiang Ning was covered in blood and reeked of it. He had already reached the old man and with a flick of his wrist, the broken Gentleman's Sword became like a dagger in his hand. Jiang Ning held the broken sword and slashed it across the old man's throat.

"Old man!!"

Zu Qianqiu opened his eyes wide.

The old man seemed to be terrified by Jiang Ning, remaining motionless, the broken sword about to slit his throat in the next second.

However, at that very moment, Xiang Wentian thrust his sword forward again, forcing Jiang Ning to block it. The old man was thus given a chance to survive and quickly retreated, though his retreat was somewhat unusual.

The old man's body was like a fat ball with short limbs. At this moment, he retracted his limbs and rolled outwards like a ball, and the speed was not slow at all.

"Old man, are you alright?"

Zu Qianqiu ran over.

The old man, who had run far away, was still in shock, and his already ugly face became even more disfigured.

Hearing Zu Qianqiu's words, the old man's face was still a little pale, but he shook his head to indicate that he was fine.

Zu Qianqiu shouted, "What were you staring at just now! If it weren't for Envoy Xiang's timely rescue, you would be dead by now!"

"I……"

The old man remained silent.

He didn't know why, but he was originally going to avoid it. However, the moment he met Jiang Ning's eyes, he was momentarily stunned and almost got killed.

He didn't know why this was happening, but that look in his eyes made even this unorthodox person feel uneasy.

He was terrified.

Although the old man was unwilling to admit it, that was the truth.

Jiang Ning has only been in the martial arts world for a few years, but he has killed countless people, both famous and unknown, skilled and unskilled. Even Jiang Ning himself can't remember how many people he has killed. Perhaps even he doesn't know that his eyes are different when he kills people. Even a master like the old man was stunned for a second, as if his soul had been captured.

Only by getting up close to Jiang Ning can one truly feel the oppressive force emanating from those chilling eyes.

"All right."

Zu Qianqiu didn't have time to chat with him.

“Be careful, don’t be distracted again. Ning Yanwang is no ordinary person. Facing him is extremely dangerous. You could be killed if you’re not careful. If you’re distracted again like before, even if Xiang Zuoshi can’t save you a second time, I can’t save you either. He’s already seriously injured. If we join forces, we can wear him down. Once we kill him, we can report back and you can go back and take your daughter to travel all over the country.”

Listening to Zu Qianqiu's instructions, the old man nodded.

"I see."

During the short time the two were chatting, Jiang Ning and Xiang Wentian had already clashed again.

Jiang Ning's injuries have worsened since the beginning, but Xiang Wentian's side has also paid a price. Three people died, one was crippled, and another was just grabbed by the neck and smashed by Jiang Ning. Although he is not dead yet, he is half-dead.

Of the twenty-one experts on Xiang Wentian's side, five have either died or been seriously injured, leaving only sixteen with fighting ability. The losses are considerable.

boom!

A burly man swung two hammers down with a mighty crash.

Jiang Ning sidestepped, and the burly man's double hammers slammed into the ground with a dull thud, splashing mud and water everywhere.

Seeing that Jiang Ning had dodged the attack, the burly man was filled with rage and swung his hammer to sweep Jiang Ning's lower body.

Jiang Ning lightly touched the ground with his feet and leaped into the air, spinning two and a half times to arrive behind the burly man. The burly man immediately pulled his hand back to strike, but Jiang Ning dodged the attack with a backflip.

Seeing that Jiang Ning had dodged his attacks repeatedly, the burly man became even angrier and wanted to continue his assault.

Jiang Ning then stepped back to gather his strength, and just as the burly man was about to launch an attack, he delivered a high sweeping kick that traced an arc in the air and struck the burly man hard in the face.

The burly man was skilled in martial arts, possessing a body of steel, but at this moment, Jiang Ning delivered a solid kick to his face. The burly man's tall figure swayed, his double hammers fell to the ground, and he collapsed to the ground, unable to get up.

A regular sweeping kick wouldn't be fatal, but Jiang Ning's high sweeping kick was powered by twisting his hips and using his quadriceps, making it incredibly powerful. Not to mention, Jiang Ning's kick landed squarely on the strong man's face, distorting his features.

Upon seeing the burly man killed, Xiang Wentian and the others' expressions changed once again.

They hadn't wanted to join the fight, but the burly man's attacks were too wide and sweeping, and they couldn't get a hand in. If they insisted on attacking together, they would only be hampered. But they didn't expect the burly man to be killed after only a few rounds with Jiang Ning, which made their expressions even more solemn.

Xiang Wentian and four yellow-robed elders attacked from three directions. Two of the yellow-robed elders grabbed at Jiang Ning from the left and right with their hands in claws, thus restricting him. The other two yellow-robed elders even struck him from behind with a palm strike. Xiang Wentian directly thrust his sword at Jiang Ning's face.

Surrounded on all sides, the group's attacks were swift and urgent, and Jiang Ning's eyes were fixed on the sword in Xiang Wentian's hand.

At the critical moment, Jiang Ning raised his leg high and spun around to avoid the attacks of the two yellow-robed elders, but at this moment Xiang Wentian's sword had already pierced through, and at the same time, the two yellow-robed elders behind him raised their palms to strike.

Jiang Ning was hanging by a thread.

At this critical moment, Jiang Ning's mind was clearer than ever. He did not dodge the attack from behind and took the hits head-on from the two yellow-robed elders.

Four palms landed solidly on Jiang Ning's back. A sharp pain shot through him, and a metallic taste rose in his throat, but Jiang Ning's expression remained unchanged.

Just as Xiang Wentian's sword was about to strike, Jiang Ning plunged his broken sword into the ground and simultaneously took the scabbard from his waist, closing in on the enemy.

Seeing Jiang Ning's actions, Xiang Wentian was puzzled. The next second, his expression changed drastically. The scabbard in Jiang Ning's hand was aligned with the tip of the sword, and the sword that was originally meant to be thrust out became a return to its sheath.

With his sword sheathed, Jiang Ning and Xiang Wentian closed the distance between them.

Xiang Wentian sensed something was wrong and tried to draw his sword and retreat, but Jiang Ning stepped forward, grabbed his wrist and squeezed it hard. With a crack, the bone in his wrist broke, and Xiang Wentian's face turned pale. His hand holding the sword involuntarily loosened.

Jiang Ning flashed to Xiang Wentian's right side, and at the same time slapped the scabbard, causing the scabbard and the sword to spin in mid-air.

Jiang Ning reached out and grabbed the hilt of the sword, pulling it out.