The Smiling, Proud Wanderer, Becomes a Disciple of Yue Buqun

Even Xiang Wentian, the leader of this battle, is dead. How can they fight anymore?

Not only did he think so, the old man and Zu Qianqiu also couldn't help but feel like backing out.

As for the six elders in yellow, they were still attacking with cold faces, and no one knew what they were thinking.

The Peach Branch Fairy Tao Yexian was furious because two more of her brothers were killed. She would not stop until she killed Jiang Ning and would never retreat.

Lan Fenghuang had just been disfigured by Jiang Ning and was filled with hatred towards him. She didn't want to retreat at this moment.

Shangguan Yun had an idea in his mind and his moves slowed down.

He wanted to leave, but he couldn't say it directly, otherwise if Ren Woxing found out when he returned, he would be in big trouble.

Shangguan Yun was still besieging Jiang Ning, but he glanced at the expressions of the others.

when!when!when!

The battle continues.

I don't know when the rain stopped.

However, facing Jiang Ning's desperate fight, everyone's spirit gradually sank.

They also didn't know whether they could kill Jiang Ning this time.

Jiang Ning himself was also at the end of his strength. Every movement he made would cause the wounds on his body to be pulled, especially the sword wound on his back and the one on his chest. The wound on his back was washed white by the rain, and the flesh on both sides of the wound kept squirming with Jiang Ning's movements, which was very creepy.

Jiang Ning himself was also suffering unimaginable pain.

But the closer it got to this moment, the faster Jiang Ning's attacks became, and the more desperate he became. Jiang Ning's attacks became more and more ferocious, even ignoring his injuries, and he only attacked without defending, falling into a desperate madness.

This resulted in Jiang Ning's injuries becoming more and more numerous and severe, but this attracted even more frantic attacks from Jiang Ning, so much so that the people besieging him became frightened and began to hesitate.

Everyone knew that Jiang Ning had given up his plan to escape, and now he had to exchange his injuries for his life and drag more people to be buried with him.

The people who had previously thought that they would capture Jiang Ning even if they had to die were now filled with fear. They did not dare to get too close to Jiang Ning, fearing that they would be the ones to be buried with him. They all retreated after one strike without stopping.

Seeing Jiang Ning's crazy fighting style, even the furious Taozhixian and Taoyexian became much more sober and did not fight so aggressively.

puff!

Jiang Ning stepped on the ground, mud and water splashed everywhere, and he rushed straight towards the old man.

The old man was very close to Jiang Ning. When he saw Jiang Ning rushing towards him, his heart started pounding. He turned around and was about to run away, but his eyes blurred and he saw Jiang Ning getting in front of him without him noticing.

The old man's eyes widened, and Jiang Ning gave him a creepy smile, his bloodshot eyes carrying a hint of madness.

The alarm bells rang and the old man subconsciously attacked.

Jiang Ning did not dodge or evade, and took the attack head-on. At the same time, his right wrist flipped, and he changed from holding the sword in the normal direction to holding it in the reverse direction. Jiang Ning held the Zhenwu sword with both hands and stabbed it into the old man's chest. The tip of the sword came out from behind, carrying bright red blood.

A sword pierces the heart.

"Uh……"

The old man's eyes were wide open, and he stood there motionless.

"Old man!!"

Zu Qianqiu screamed in shock.

Jiang Ning drew his sword and swung it.

puff.

The old man fell to the ground and his body turned into a corpse.

"This……"

The rest of the people looked at each other.

Another person died.

Jiang Ning looked at the people who were besieging him and a crazy smile appeared on his face.

“Hehe…hahahahaha.”

Listening to Jiang Ning's crazy laughter, it was like a life-threatening sound lingering in everyone's mind.

"Elders, now that Zuo Shi is dead, what should we do?"

At this time Shangguan Yun spoke in a low voice and asked the six elders in yellow.

Shangguan Yun wanted to leave at this time, but because he was afraid of being held accountable when he returned, he threw the questions to the six elders in yellow.

Before, Xiang Wentian had the highest status and they listened to Xiang Wentian. Now that Xiang Wentian is dead, the six elders in yellow have the highest status among everyone.

After hearing Shangguan Yun's words, the six yellow-robed elders looked at each other and said nothing.

Because Jiang Ning rushed towards them.

……

Its daybreak.

There were several more bodies lying on the ground.

Zu Qianqiu... Peach Branch Fairy... Peach Leaf Fairy...

All six Taogu immortals died at Jiang Ning's hands.

At this time, the only ones left besieging Jiang Ning were the six elders in yellow, Shangguan Yun, and Lan Fenghuang.

puff!

The Zhenwu sword was inserted into the ground. Jiang Ning was leaning on a bamboo with one hand and breathing heavily. Blood was oozing from the corner of his mouth. His body was covered with dense scars, and he looked like a bloody man.

At this moment, his vision became a little blurry when he looked at the eight people.

The eight people on the opposite side were not much better.

The six yellow-robed elders looked pale, with several sword wounds on their bodies, and Shangguan Yun was even blind in one eye.

There was another sword wound on Lan Fenghuang's face, which was in a cross shape with the previous one. She was completely disfigured by Jiang Ning.

Neither side fought anymore and just looked at each other.

It was already daybreak, and the bamboo forest was filled with fog in the morning after a heavy rain.

After a while.

Lan Fenghuang turned and ran.

Seeing Lan Fenghuang disappear in the blink of an eye, Shangguan Yun's expression changed slightly, and he looked at the six yellow-robed elders again.

While the six yellow-robed elders hesitated, Jiang Ning moved again.

Jiang Ning's action made several people change subconsciously, but to everyone's surprise, Jiang Ning did not kill them, but turned around and dived into the fog.

No one expected that Jiang Ning would choose to run away. They didn't have time to chase him, and by the time they reacted, Jiang Ning had disappeared.

"This……"

Several people looked at each other.

"Elders, are we still chasing?"

Shangguan Yun asked, covering one eye.

The six yellow-robed elders looked at each other.

"Chasing?"

One person spoke.

The other person had a blank expression on his face and asked back, "How do we chase him?"

None of them moved. They stood there silently for a while before turning around and leaving without continuing to chase.

……

Jiang Ning walked on the road, his body swaying as if he would fall to the ground at any second.

Jiang Ning didn't know how long he had been walking. He now had no strength left and could only move forward relying on his will.

With severe pain all over his body, his vision became increasingly blurry, and Jiang Ning felt his consciousness gradually fade.

"I can't die... I can't die yet."

Jiang Ning walked aimlessly, muttering to himself.

"There are still too many evils in the world that have not been eradicated..."

Pfft!

Jiang Ning fell to the ground.

Before he completely lost consciousness, Jiang Ning thought a lot. He had not yet helped Yue Buqun lead the Huashan Sect to the top, he had not yet punished all the crimes, and he still had too much to do.

After an unknown amount of time, a woman passed by here. Judging from her dress, she looked like a woman from the surrounding village.

"what!"

Seeing a person lying on the ground covered in blood, the woman screamed subconsciously.

But when she saw the person on the ground motionless, she plucked up the courage to go forward to check. However, after seeing the person's face clearly, the woman screamed.

"Benefactor?"

Chapter 442: Ghost Grandpa, We Are Wrong

September.

Changliu Village.

In a farmyard.

squeak~

A young man holding a basin of chicken feed pushed open the door and walked out to feed the chickens.

The young man was wearing cloth clothes, his face looked very pale, and his body was thin, like a sickly person.

When the chickens in the yard saw the young man, they spread their claws and ran towards him, cackling as they ran.

The young man scattered chicken feed on the ground, and the chickens in the yard gathered around him and pecked at the food.