With a sword drawn, he laughs proudly, his martial prowess dominating the heavens!

Chapter 68 Another Move: Who Will Test the Sword First?

"The Evil-Repelling Sword Manual! It really is the Evil-Repelling Sword Manual!"

"From the heavens and man, all things are born and flourish... Ah—!"

The broadsword slashed past, and before the man could even glance at the sword manual, his throat was slit and he was killed. Half of the sword manual was now in Zhong Zhen's hands.

The latter didn't even look at it, put it directly into his pocket, and then went off to attack elsewhere.

Zhongzhen is known as the Nine-Bend Sword, its sword technique resembling the winding Yellow River, with its twists and turns and unpredictable changes.

The famous techniques of the Thirteen Protectors of Songshan are mostly based on powerful and fierce methods, but Zhong Zhen is one of the few masters who is famous for his swordsmanship.

But his attacks were ruthless, each move deadly. In a short while, his broadsword was soaked in blood, and his dark yellow outfit had turned red and black.

He looked around and saw chaos all around, with people divided into three groups, and the speed at which the sword manual was being passed around was dazzling.

The six eccentrics got one share, the Demonic Cult's Jia Bu got one share, and another share fell into the hands of the unorthodox sects. Xiang Wentian had vanished without a trace.

Deng and Gao, two thugs, stood guard beside Zhong Zhen and ruthlessly killed more than a dozen people, shocking the entire scene.

"Senior brother?"

"I'll deal with those six strange men. I'll leave the other two sword manuals to you, Junior Brother! Don't rush into action; just stay with them and wait until they're exhausted from their battle!"

"good!"

Li Che remained hidden on the mountainside thirty feet away, watching quietly for a long time.

The Six Immortals of Peach Valley, the Yellow-Faced Venerable Jia Bu, Xiang Wentian, and the Songshan Taibao made their appearances one after another. Unexpectedly, a half-finished fake sword manual attracted so many demons and monsters.

At first glance, they are all mortal enemies to Mount Hua!

It won't be long before the news of Xianxia Ridge spreads throughout the martial arts world, and the contingency plan he left at the old house in Xiangyang Lane will be the key to the Lin family's escape from their predicament.

Apart from Master Zuo, no one else could probably bear the blame for this.

The capable should do more work. As a junior disciple, it is my duty to "labor" for my great master Zuo!

Thinking about it this way, burying all three of my good senior uncles in Xianxia Ridge is not a good idea. So, who should I choose?

Li Che's cold gaze sharpened as the three bodyguards rushed off to their respective destinations.

He then turned his head to look to the east, which was the direction Xiang Wentian was heading.

This thief is probably headed for the Fuwei Escort Agency.

Having witnessed this person's actions, Li Che felt that he had underestimated him before.

He fought alone, his palm, fist, and sword techniques were perfectly integrated, and he was able to handle many strong opponents with ease, and then he left calmly with a clever plan.

His martial arts skills and adaptability are truly remarkable.

Li Che secretly assessed the situation and concluded that with his current strength, he would most likely be no match for him in a fight.

If that's the case...

Li Che raised his hand to lower his straw hat, concealing his figure before heading east and then south.

In the south-facing forest, Jia Bu, the leader of the Azure Dragon Hall of the Demonic Cult, along with the remaining five members of the Demonic Cult, were almost covered in blood.

This place is several miles away from the battlefield.

The forest was deep and the leaves were dense, and the shadows of the trees covered countless corpses.

Jia Bu clutched his abdomen, his face pale. Xiang Wentian's kick had been extremely powerful, and he was powerless to contest the other three sword manuals.

He unfolded the square brown kasaya in his hand, and under the moonlight, the two characters "ward off evil" on it were particularly glaring.

As for the sword technique... I recognize the individual characters, but I can't understand a single word when they're put together.

This part is the content at the end.

Jia Bu became suspicious. Could it be that the preface to the sword manual contained some kind of foreshadowing?

But he had no time to think about it anymore. He had finally gained something, and the antidote for the Three Corpse Brain God Pill for the Dragon Boat Festival was finally secured.

"We can't stay here any longer, let's get out of here!"

As soon as Fang started reciting, another sound came.

"Master Jia, you think you can just leave after getting my Songshan Sect's sword manual?!"

Before he could finish speaking, a whip cracked.

Before the person was seen, the whip arrived first.

The whip, like a long snake spitting its tongue, caught a member of the demonic sect standing on the north side near the outer edge before he could even turn around, and the whip had already wrapped around his neck three times.

The person beside him reacted quickly, instinctively raising his knife to slash at the straightened whip.

Unexpectedly, his strike, imbued with all his might, not only failed to break the whip, but also caused his wrist to go numb and his tiger's mouth to ache, almost causing him to lose his grip on the hilt.

The cult member whose neck was entangled let out a single "uh" sound before being sent flying and crashing into a tree, unable to get up.

"Deng Bagong, the 'Divine Whip,' truly lives up to his reputation!"

"Heh~ Everyone has the right to kill those demonic cultists. I'll give you a chance: commit suicide, and you'll at least have a whole corpse!"

Jia Bu sneered, "Zuo Lengchan is quite the schemer. In order to obtain the Qingcheng Sect's sword manual, he actually used himself as bait to attract the attention of the martial arts world."

"Use others to destroy the Qingcheng Sect, then reap the benefits."

Deng Bagong was taken aback when he heard this. It sounded... somewhat reasonable, and it was indeed Zuo Shixiong's style of doing things.

Upon closer examination, the Songshan Sect was already powerful, and it also had Shaolin Temple nearby.

Ordinary people in the martial arts world would not dare to act recklessly, thus luring the Demonic Sect experts to Mount Song, which actually reduced the pressure on the Fuwei Escort Agency.

Then I will send three more people, including myself, to Fuzhou...

wrong!

The plot to revive the Evil-Slaying Sword Manual was originally carried out in secret. Rumors in the martial arts world suggest that it was not Senior Brother Zuo's doing, but at most... taking advantage of the situation!

"Stop him!"

At Jia Bu's command, his four remaining men drew their swords.

"court death!"

Before he finished speaking, Deng Bagong flicked his wrist, and the soft whip shot out again, like a venomous snake emerging from its hole. With a loud "crack," the whip tip twisted and trembled in mid-air before striking the enemy's throat.

Knowing he was injured and unable to fight back, Jabu shouted a call and then leaped into the woods behind him.

Before he had run ten paces, he heard several screams behind him. Before he knew it, he was drenched in sweat and his eye was twitching violently.

The moonlight was dim, and the mountain wind was like a knife. Jia Bu gritted his teeth and ran wildly. The road under his feet became more and more dangerous, and thorns had already left several cuts on his black clothes.

"Kind words can't persuade a damned ghost. Want to be a lonely spirit in the mountains? I, Deng, will grant your wish!"

But then Jia Bu swayed, his left foot suddenly slamming into the ground, and he soared into the air like a kite.

The soft whip grazed the sole of his boot, and with a "crack," a stone the size of a bowl beside his foot was shattered into pieces.

Amidst the flying debris, another loud "bang" was heard.

Jia Bu suddenly twisted his body in mid-air, using the force of the tree trunk's recoil to get above Deng Bagong's head.

Since escape is impossible, the only option is to fight to the death, deal with the long whip, and engage in close combat.

In an instant, Jia Bu raised his arm and flicked his sleeve, and two judge's pens shot out from his sleeves, pointing down and striking Deng Bagong's Baihui acupoint on the top of his head.

With a loud shout, Deng Bagong reversed the whip handle, and the steel cone at the top thrust upwards. At the same time, the whip body curled back, wrapping around Jia Bu's feet as if it were alive.

Jia Bu was shocked to see this, not expecting that this person's soft whip technique was so superb.

With nowhere to gain leverage in mid-air, he endured the pain in his abdomen, suddenly channeled his energy from his dantian, and his brushstrokes became even sharper and stronger, attacking the enemy's defenses. He fought to the death, to see who was more ruthless and who valued life more!

Deng Bagong sneered to himself, "He's at his last gasp, overestimating his own strength!"

However, just as he was about to change his move, his heart suddenly pounded wildly, and the hairs on his body stood on end.

The sound of swords whistling and hissing filled my ears, their cold gleam aimed straight at my back!

"Who goes there?!"

"The debt collector!"

From mid-air, Jia Bu could clearly see that the man in black, wearing a bamboo hat and carrying a long sword was the one who had killed Yu Canghai.

But judging from the speed and power of his sword at this moment, it was far superior to when he made his move earlier. This person had deliberately concealed his strength!

Enemy or friend?!

Above is the judge's pen, behind is the sword that attacks.

Deng Bagong immediately put away the long whip wrapped around his legs, and without turning his head, he bent down and lunged forward, looking quite disheveled.

Jia Bu, having temporarily saved his life, wanted to persuade the newcomer to join forces against the enemy.

Unexpectedly, the sword strike failed, and instead, it tilted upwards by three points, changing from horizontal to oblique.

Jia Bu's heart trembled violently. The judge's pen in his hand had lost its strength and had already missed the sword. He had no choice but to raise his arm to stop it.

"Zzzzt—!"

The sword's edge can pierce flesh and break bone, sever arms and glide across necks; its sharpness is such that it can cut a hair in two.

"Thump—!"

The body fell to the ground, before a half-scream could even escape its lips.

Jia Bu, the leader of the Azure Dragon Hall of the Demonic Cult, is dead!

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