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

Jie Feng remained expressionless and said, "Swords have no eyes; life and death are left to fate."

"it is good!"

Linghu Chong wanted to hear those words, so he turned to look at Jiang Ning and said.

"Junior brother, don't hold back, go all out and show them what you're capable of."

Jiang Ning smiled and nodded.

Linghu Chong stepped aside, and disciples from various sects also made way for each other to watch from the outside.

Jiang Ning glanced at the Beggars' Sect members opposite him and placed his hand on the hilt of his sword.

At this moment, everyone was looking at Jiang Ning with solemn expressions.

When they were in command, they all knew that they were tasked with besieging Jiangning. They had all heard of Jiangning's reputation before, and they were all under a lot of pressure.

Clang!

The sword is drawn.

"Master, look at the sword in his hand!"

In the crowd, a Taoist priest from the Wudang sect hurriedly called out to the old Taoist priest, his eyes fixed on the sword in Jiang Ning's hand.

Even without his apprentice's reminder, the old Taoist priest had already been watching intently.

It's the True Martial Sword!

The moment the old Taoist saw the sword, he had already made up his mind.

This is the Zhenwu Sword! This is the Zhenwu Sword of their Wudang Sect! So the rumors circulating in the martial arts world were true; the Zhenwu Sword has indeed come into Jiang Ning's hands!

Even though Jiang Ning was extremely far away from them, the old Taoist priest confirmed that this was indeed the Zhenwu Sword of their Wudang Sect.

The old Taoist priest's face remained unchanged, but his heart was already churning with emotions. If he hadn't restrained himself, he probably would have gone up immediately.

After confirming the information, the old Taoist priest's emotions were overshadowed by a complex mix of feelings.

There's no need to doubt whether Jiang Ning's Zhenwu Sword is real now, but Chongxu's head will probably be in even more pain after he returns this time.

As the old Taoist priest began his mental brainstorming, Jiang Ning vanished the instant he drew his sword. Everyone only saw a blur before Jiang Ning appeared in front of the Beggars' Clan members, his terrifying speed startling them.

Only the old Taoist priest felt a pang of anxiety, and he cried out in his heart.

Be gentle, don't break the Zhenwu Sword!

Chapter 624: Crushing Defeat

These people had been on high alert, but they were still stunned when they saw Jiang Ning's terrifying speed. Some of them who were already facing Jiang Ning head-on even instinctively raised their batons to fight back.

call out!

The Zhenwu Sword gleamed with a cold light as it drew an arc in mid-air. Then, with a few cracking sounds, the bamboo sticks of the men snapped, followed by the decapitations of the corpses.

The heads of these people fell to the ground all at once.

The fact that casualties occurred as soon as the two sides made contact was shocking to the onlookers.

The Beggars' Sect elders and Xie Feng's expressions darkened.

"It's alright. Elders Xu, Wang, Cheng, and Zhao are inside. With the four of them there, Jiang Ning shouldn't be able to win."

One elder comforted himself and the other elders.

Among these seventy-two people, four were older, elders of the Beggars' Sect, and all four were first-rate martial arts masters.

"Set up the formation!"

A voice emerged from the crowd of attackers; it belonged to one of the elders.

Sure enough, after Jiang Ning killed several people, the rest of the group quickly formed a formation and surrounded Jiang Ning at the elder's command, making the situation quite tense for a moment.

call out!call out!call out!

Several members of the Beggars' Sect behind him raised their clubs and slashed down, while others attacked from the left and right, targeting different parts of his body, clearly intending to keep Jiang Ning busy and flustered.

Jiang Ning glanced left and right, but instead of retaliating with his sword, he channeled his inner energy, his throat bobbing up and down.

next second.

A sharp whistle came from Jiang Ning's mouth, and the sound waves spread out in layers. The eardrums of the Beggar Clan disciples closest to Jiang Ning ruptured instantly, their ears began to spurt blood, and they fell to the ground howling in pain. The other Beggar Clan disciples were not much better off, and a large number of them fell to the ground in all directions.

"not good!"

“快捂住耳朵！”

Four of the seventy-odd elders' expressions changed, and they hurriedly used their internal energy to resist Jiang Ning's sonic attack.

puff!puff!puff!

At times, members of the Beggars' Sect would spit blood from their seven orifices, their faces contorted in rage, veins bulging on their foreheads, as if their heads were about to explode.

The Beggars' Sect disciples in the arena all felt dizzy and lightheaded, while the four elders could only desperately resist by channeling their internal energy. Their faces were flushed, and under Jiang Ning's sonic attacks, their bodies swayed constantly, as if they were about to collapse.

The masters from various factions, who were some distance away from the arena, also felt uncomfortable and frowned. As for the disciples from various factions with lower martial arts skills, they all covered their ears.

This scene horrified the onlookers.

"What kind of martial art is this?"

The methods Jiang Ning is currently employing are causing fear and trembling among the experts from all factions.

Normally, a master with strong internal energy can stun or injure someone with their voice, but that can only be done when the two are extremely close and the other is unprepared, or when the other's internal energy is far lower than the opponent's.

But what Jiang Ning is showing now is not only wide-ranging but also extremely damaging. Even those watching the battle feel uncomfortable. Those with weak internal energy have to cover their ears to resist. This is clearly a technique that uses sound to injure people.

Everyone was speculating about what kind of martial art this was.

"This looks a bit like my Shaolin Lion's Roar, but the Lion's Roar isn't as sharp or aggressive."

Fang Zheng was also taken aback, wondering what kind of martial art this was.

Could this be the martial art of the Huashan Sect?

wrong.

Fang Zheng quickly shook his head.

He was most familiar with the Huashan Sect, but the Huashan Sect did not have martial arts that specialized in sound, and he had never heard of it before, so it could not be from the Huashan Sect.

Could it be something he obtained while traveling in Jiangning?

Fang Zheng frowned, deep in thought.

While everyone was pondering, Jiang Ning stopped the sonic attack, and the Beggars' Sect members in the arena recovered, swaying back and forth as if they were drunk. But at this moment, there were more than a dozen corpses lying on the ground.

More than ten Beggar Clan disciples died directly from Jiang Ning's sonic attack.

The four elders breathed a sigh of relief, but before they could speak, their eyes narrowed.

Because Jiang Ning had already drawn his sword and begun to attack.

"Form ranks! Form ranks!"

One of the elders shouted loudly.

The remaining Beggars' Sect disciples all became alert and on guard, and many of them threw something out of their bags or sleeves and aimed it at Jiang Ning's face.

hiss!

A python flew straight toward Jiang Ning, its gaping maw revealing its fangs.

In addition, many other Beggars' Sect disciples also threw out poisonous snakes and pythons, and in the blink of an eye, hundreds of snakes crawled on the ground.

"what!"

This scene caused some of the female disciples watching to gasp in surprise and instinctively take a few steps back.

"mean!"

Tianmen Daoist shouted angrily, directly questioning Jie Feng.

"If you intend to use the 'dog-beating formation' strategy, why resort to such despicable tactics?"

Jie Feng remained silent with a cold expression.

Hundreds of pythons and venomous snakes were seen marching towards Jiangning, a sight that made onlookers' hearts clench.

Jiang Ning remained unfazed as he watched the snakes surging in from all directions. He stomped his foot, and his inner force spread outwards from the ground, raising dust and shaking the pebbles on the ground. The snakes crawling on the ground were shaken into the air and then fell to the ground like rain. Most of the snakes were no longer moving, and only a very few twisted their bodies and then stopped moving.

"How is that possible!"

The beggars from the Beggars' Sect who were besieging the area stared wide-eyed at the scene in disbelief, their gazes fixed on the figure in the center, as if they had seen a ghost.

Jiang Ning glanced around and his gaze settled on four people, who were none other than the four elders.

Without pausing, Jiang Ning leaped into the air and landed in front of the four men, his sword flashing and enveloping them.

The four were shocked and quickly prepared to counter the attack.

when!when!when!

In an instant, swords flashed and shadows danced.

Gently, gently.

The old Taoist priest outside felt his heart clench upon seeing this scene.

puff!

After only a few rounds of fighting, one of the elders couldn't withstand the attack and took a few steps back. Jiang Ning seized the opportunity to step forward and kick him right in the center of his chest. The elder's chest caved in, and he fell to the ground a few meters away, coughing a few times before stopping.

“赵长老！”

The death of this elder terrified the other three elders, but before they could think further, Jiang Ning attacked them again.

"Help me!"

One of the elders, unable to withstand the pressure, shouted at the others.

The other Beggars' Sect disciples then seemed to wake from a dream and rushed forward to attack.

call out!call out!call out!