plumnovel Chapter 67 Chaos Erupts, Turmoil Arises
Chapter 67 Chaos Erupts, Turmoil Arises
When Li Che reached out to hand over something, it looked to onlookers like a body search.
Everyone had been chasing Yu Canghai from all over the country for more than ten days, and finally managed to corner him here. They were about to succeed, so how could they let others get the benefit!
Before the longsword piercing through the chest could be drawn, the sound of blades whistling and the force of palms covering the face could already be heard.
The leaders of the Demonic Sect and the Beggars' Sect were the first to make a move.
Li Che did not know the identities of these two people, but judging from this one move alone, he could conclude that they held a high position in their respective sects.
Especially Hanako, who was nearly forty years old that year, delivered a powerful palm strike with a force that seemed to have the sound of a dragon roaring and a tiger howling.
Li Che's eyes widened. Could it be the Dragon Subduing Palm? He wondered how many moves were still left!
At the same time, his ears trembled slightly, and his footsteps in the woods became increasingly hurried.
Then a chill ran down his spine. He hadn't realized that there were at least six or seven people coming from three different directions.
It's laughable that these people think they're the fishermen, but little do they know they're just the snipe and the clam in other people's eyes.
The deed is done; let's get out of the fray first!
Thinking of this, Li Che tilted his hat down, withdrew his left hand and then handed it back. The reputation of the Dragon Subduing Palm was too great, and he dared not be careless, but what came out of his palm was a gentle force.
At the same time, he flipped his right wrist and raised his sword, using the technique of breaking swords with short sticks from the Demonic Sect elders.
"Clang!"
"boom--!"
The Frost Chant Sword was sharp, and when the sword and saber energies clashed, the ordinary steel knife in the hands of the demonic sect leader was instantly broken.
The left palm, with its softness supporting its fierceness, exerted seven-tenths of its power, causing the Beggar Clan's palm strength to gradually weaken.
Li Che used the force of the recoil to retreat five or six steps, feigning weakness and pretending to be outmatched.
Then, his straw hat swayed slightly, and the Beggar Clan expert caught this subtle movement. He looked over and his eyes widened in surprise.
All that could be seen was a corner of dark cloth protruding from the chest of Yu Canghai, who lay dead on his back on the ground.
The Evil-Repelling Sword Manual?!
Without a second thought, he rushed forward, his escape route already planned in an instant. He grabbed the sword manual and ran wildly into the forest. If all else failed, he could hide in Xianxia Ridge for a year or two. When it came to survival in the wilderness, who could match the Beggar Clan?!
He even fantasized that once he came out of seclusion, he would not care about the Beggars' Sect, the Demonic Sect, Shaolin, Wudang, or even that damned Five Mountains Sword Sect, they would all be nourishment for his sword!
Greed blinds one to reason and leads to a loss of vigilance.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh—!"
A series of sharp, piercing sounds suddenly arose. The Beggar Clan expert's right hand was only half a step away from the "Sword Manual," and his back and neck were already riddled with countless black needles, making him look like a hedgehog.
The master's dream shattered in an instant, and his body collapsed with a crash.
"Rob!"
Without the leader of the demonic sect giving any orders, the various figures who had followed them all took action.
Upon seeing this, Li Che immediately withdrew and retreated, disappearing back into the woods, but no one paid him any attention.
Such a commotion naturally alerted the crowd vying for Hong Renxiong on the west side.
After arguing for so long, it turns out to be a fake. What are we waiting for?
The narrow mountain path was crowded with people, and cries of pain and screams could be heard from time to time as they ran. Every ten feet, someone would fall behind, and whether they could get back up depended entirely on fate.
The six oddballs looked at each other.
"Big brother, have we been tricked?"
"..."
At the same time, three men dressed in dark yellow outfits stopped and stood side by side in the northwest forest.
One of them held a broadsword. He had thick eyebrows, a wide mouth, deep-set eyes, a three-inch-long beard, and a glint of light in his eyes. He gripped the sword tightly and loosely, as if considering whether to make a move.
This person is none other than Zhong Zhen, the Nine-Bend Sword Master of the Songshan Sect.
The two people on his left and right are his junior brothers, Divine Whip Deng Bagong and Golden Lion Gao Kexin.
All three were members of the Thirteen Protectors of the Songshan Sect, and their exceptional skills need no further explanation.
"Brother Zhong, shall we rob it or not?" Deng Bagong asked.
"Something's fishy! If Yu Canghai obtained the sword manual, why is he so determined to go east to Fuzhou? Besides, how could he dare to deceive Senior Brother Zuo?!"
Zhong Zhen's expression was grim, and his gaze swept across the woods opposite. "Junior brothers, please calm down. There are people who are more anxious than we are!"
As the three were talking, the Beggar Clan expert who had been killed by the Black Blood Divine Needle had just landed on the ground.
The cult member who had intended to kill casually tossed aside his weapon and leaped forward just like Hanako had done earlier.
He didn't want anyone to be faster than him.
A white blur flashed by, and Yu Canghai's body was carried away.
"Hey, you surnamed Xiang, put down the sword manual!"
The words came from the southwest. Before anyone could be seen, a flurry of flying spikes, like a rain of flowers, burst forth from the forest.
The cone was no more than two inches long, with a tail as thick as a finger. The latter half of it was as bright as silver, while the tip was black and gleamed with a faint light.
The force propelled the cone forward with lightning speed, shooting it toward the white figure with a hissing sound as it pierced the air.
However, the man burst into wild laughter, then swung his arm to shield Yu Canghai's corpse behind him. Poor Abbot Yu, who was not yet dead, was used as a human shield to take a blow.
Zhong Zhen and his two companions, who were waiting to be the "fishermen," were startled to find that the person who had arrived was none other than Xiang Wentian!
"Hahaha—!" Another long laugh, like a lion's roar, high-pitched and powerful, shook the surrounding pine needles to the ground.
Those unorthodox practitioners who rushed to seize the sword manual unconsciously slowed their pace; those with weaker internal strength were already experiencing headaches and were unsteady on their feet.
When they looked again, Xiang Wentian had already carried Yu Canghai's corpse more than 30 feet away. He was dressed in white clothes and a white hat, with a long whip hanging from his waist, which looked like a chain. He showed no fear in the face of the burning gazes of the people around him.
With a thud, the corpse fell to the ground again, the cassock in his arms now clutched in his hand.
The first thing you see is eight large characters: "To practice the divine skill, all eight meridians must be opened!"
Xiang Wentian's pupils contracted slightly, and after another glance, he realized: "Among all the wonders of the world, only I, Bixie, am the most powerful!"
Is this really the Evil-Repelling Sword Manual?
Where did Yu Canghai get the sword manual?
Could it be that I've misunderstood? Is what that kid surnamed Li said true?
Originally, he and Ren Yingying had planned to head straight for western Sichuan, but halfway there he learned that Yu Canghai was heading east, so he turned his horse around and hurriedly caught up with him.
The rumors in the martial arts world originated from him and Ren Yingying. After much deliberation, he was convinced that the Evil-Slaying Sword Manual was located at the Fuwei Escort Agency, and Yu Canghai was merely a pretext put out by the man surnamed Li.
But how do you explain the cassock in his hand?
"Xiang Wentian, how dare you steal the Divine Sect's sword manual?!"
The surrounding martial arts practitioners stopped to watch, but many others moved eastward, blocking the way in all directions.
"Heh~ Master Jia, do you think my title of 'Heavenly King' is just for show! The sword manual is right here; come and take it if you dare!"
As he spoke, he narrowed his eyes and coldly surveyed the crowd. When his gaze swept over the northwestern forest, he paused for a few more breaths, a hint of mockery appearing on his lips.
Then, he loosened his right hand and unfolded his robe in front of everyone. The moonlight and firelight mingled through the long brown cloth, revealing crooked characters on the back.
The wind rustled through the leaves, but it couldn't drown out the chaotic footsteps all around.
With just one glance, some people couldn't resist making a move!
Xiang Wentian had extremely sharp eyesight. The incantation consisted of only two hundred characters. Not only was the sword technique obscure and difficult to understand, but it also seemed to be pieced together haphazardly, with inconsistent wording and rhythm.
A few isolated sentences, however, subtly reveal the profound meaning of swordsmanship.
This sword manual seems to be incomplete!
He wondered, "Could it be that Yu Canghai stole this sword manual? Or is it true, as the rumors in the martial arts world say, that the Evil-Repelling Sword Manual of the Fuwei Escort Agency is not the same sword technique?"
"Let's do it!"
These two words were uttered by several people, including Chung Jin.
In an instant, swords clashed again, and the forest birds were startled once more.
In less than a quarter of an hour, the focus shifted again.
The group that had just been fighting the Six Monsters now simultaneously attacked Xiang Wentian.
Throwing blades, chains, and meteor hammers!
Long sword, short blade, python-patterned whip!
It clanged and swished in the wind.
With so many weapons tangled together, there was no clear distinction between friend and foe. At this moment, Xiang Wentian was the enemy, but in a moment, it would be the person beside him.
To hold back? That's tantamount to suicide!
However, the title "Heavenly King" isn't given lightly!
Xiang Wentian glared coldly, handed his cassock to his left hand, and seized a long sword from the enemy's hand. His sword strike was as fast as lightning, and the wind from the blade tore through the darkness, drawing a semi-circle.
With a single move, five heads flew off.
Before the blade's momentum subsided, Xiang Wentian used the momentum to twist his body, pulled the sword manual into his bosom, and swiftly thrust out his left palm, striking towards Jia Bu's chest.
The latter dared not let his guard down and quickly raised his arm to protect the center gate.
Unexpectedly, Xiang Wentian's palm turned into a claw, which immediately grabbed his wrist and kicked him hard in the abdomen.
Jia Busheng was struck and immediately felt an unbearable pain in his abdomen, as if his intestines were being torn apart. With a "whoosh," he vomited a mouthful of thick blood.
In the blink of an eye, Xiang Wentian unleashed several attacks, killing and injuring countless people. The stench of blood grew stronger, but it only fueled the crowd's greed even more!
But enemies came from all directions, and two fists could not fight against many hands.
With two sharp swishing sounds, two bloody marks appeared on Xiang Wentian's right shoulder and back.
Without even looking, he threw a punch with his backhand, the force of which was so loud that it startled the enemy, who was about ten feet away.
He then turned cold and sneered, "Interesting. I heard that the Songshan Sect and the Qingcheng Sect have a close relationship, yet they only make their move now. It seems the rumors are unfounded!"
"You surnamed Xiang, this sword manual belongs to Mount Song! Hand it over! Otherwise, you won't be leaving tonight!"
Xiang Wentian glanced at them out of the corner of his eye, a sly smile suddenly appearing on his lips. "Want them? Here you go!"
The entire robe was suspended in mid-air, fluttering in the wind, and everyone subconsciously looked up.
At the same time, Xiang Wentian raised his longsword again, but not to kill anyone.
"Sizzle—!"
Two beams of sword energy swept past, and the cassock was cleaved into four pieces without a single crease, scattering in all directions.
"Sword Manual!"
"Rob!"
"Damn it, let go!"
"ah--!"
"..."
The Songshan Taibao looked left and right, his brows furrowed. Zhong Zhen made a decisive decision: "Snatch the cassock first!"
Meanwhile, hidden in the woods, Li Che's eyes were fixed on his three senior uncles from the Songshan Sect, thinking to himself, "Since we're already here, let's collect some interest first!"
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