Chapter 319 The Man Who Killed You! (Seeking Monthly Tickets)
Yan Jingchen!
The Grand Elder of the Five Poisons Sect?!
Liu Lang stiffened, looking at Yan Jingchen who was approaching in the blink of an eye, and instead of retreating, he advanced.
He drew the sword with his right hand, threw it out of its sheath with his left, and gripped it tightly with both hands.
The blade was illuminated by the moonlight—
A flash of light, and a blade of light pierced the sky!
At the same time, Liu Lang reminded him in a low voice, "Da Bao, lead them to retreat!"
"If you encounter danger, remember to use that!"
He knew very well that the cultivation and skills of the people behind him were no match for Yan Jingchen and the Five Poisons Sect.
Staying behind would only distract him and increase casualties.
Therefore, the best course of action is for everyone to flee for their lives; perhaps one or two of them can survive.
Upon hearing this, Zhang Dabao said "Be careful," then hurriedly dropped the bamboo tube and ran away.
The same applies to Jin Peng and others.
A person's name is like the shadow of a tree.
Even though most of them had never heard of Yan Jingchen, they were not unfamiliar with the Five Poisons Sect.
They knew that he was a heretical and evil cultist who had wreaked havoc in Shu Prefecture for decades.
Most of these Tianshan Sect disciples were at the lower third rank, with only a dozen or so, including Jin Peng, at the middle third rank.
Furthermore, their swordsmanship level was too low; their beginner or minor mastery level posed no threat to Yan Jingchen and the others.
Moreover, the Five Poisons Sect members are truly vicious, not only in their martial arts techniques but also in the poisons and insects they carry with them.
If we don't run now, what are we waiting for?
Yan Jingchen formed claws with both hands, shattering Liu Lang's blade of light, and coldly ordered:
"Kill them!"
Four men in black leaped out from the remaining crew on the ship and flew towards Zhang Dabao and his companions.
Liu Lang glanced at her, then stopped paying attention and stared at Yan Jingchen with a serious expression.
His hands, in particular—his five fingers were as clear as jade, and his nails gleamed like weapons.
I had heard of the Five Poisons Sect's secret White Jade Skill before, but I never expected to run into it here.
Bai Yu Gong has an elegant name, but it is a completely poisonous skill.
Rumors in the martial arts world say that the White Jade Skill of the Five Poisons Sect is practiced using highly poisonous substances.
Every day, a large amount of toxins are used to coat the entire body until the body becomes as clear and lustrous as jade.
"I heard that every move of the White Jade Skill can injure people with poison... It terrifies me."
In fact, Liu Lang was not confident in facing Yan Jingchen, and he also wanted to escape.
But if he doesn't intervene to stop Yan Jingchen, Zhang Dabao and the others will all die.
"He does have some knowledge, but it's a pity..."
As she spoke, Yan Jingchen moved like the wind, transforming into a streak of black light and shadow.
When he looked again, he was already beside Liu Lang.
With both hands forming claws, several claw-shaped white blades suddenly appeared.
Dazzling, magnificent!
Liu Lang dared not meet the attack head-on. He moved with the blade, gripping the long sword with both hands and using a wrapping technique.
However, it is not a conventional entanglement, but rather, when connecting with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, it condenses illusory sword intents at the fastest speed.
The sheer number of them stretched out into a continuous expanse of dark, gleaming blades visible to the naked eye.
Black and white collided in an instant.
Strangely, the two streams of true energy and spiritual power dissipated silently, without any leakage of power.
"oh?"
"Ghost knife?"
Yan Jingchen recognized the origin of the knife and narrowed her eyes slightly, "So you are a disciple of the Knife Ghost Chu Xiudao!"
"Wolf Six? It's 'Knife Madman' Liu Lang!"
"No wonder you're so bold as to be so disrespectful to this old man!"
The reason why it is called "Ghost Blade" is that the fierceness and domineering nature of its swordsmanship are only superficial.
The real "Ghost Blade" is extremely eerie and feminine.
Just like that evenly matched collision just now.
It appeared to be just one strike, but in reality, hundreds of strikes were unleashed in that instant.
Otherwise, how could Yan Jingchen, with his third-grade cultivation and perfected fist technique, have his attack blocked silently?
Liu Lang took a step back without comment, then lunged forward, gripping his sword at his sides, and stared at him, saying:
"Old man, since you know who I am, why don't you let us leave at once?"
"If my master finds out about this, you and the Five Poisons Sect will be buried with me."
Yan Jingchen smiled upon hearing this.
"I am of the same generation as your master. Do you really think I am afraid of him?"
However, after confirming Liu Lang's identity, Yan Jingchen was no longer in a hurry.
He sized up Liu Lang, his eyes glancing out of the corner of his eye at the Five Poisons Cult members chasing Zhang Dabao and the others in the distance, and then looking around.
"I've heard that you and 'Dragon Tiger' Liu Wu are close friends. I wonder where he is now?"
Liu Lang understood, and grinned coldly, "Old man, you think you can fight him?"
"I advise you to run now, otherwise once he comes, you won't be able to run away even if you want to."
Yan Jingchen's eyes turned cold. "You won't shed a tear until you see the coffin!"
Before he finished speaking, he made another move.
Raise both hands into claws.
The surrounding spiritual energy of heaven and earth then split in two, one side as bright as day, the other as black as ink.
Two immense forces instantly compressed Liu Lang's body, causing him to slow down.
He exerts all his strength for every slight movement.
"Old man, you're still a long way from perfect!"
Liu Lang, of course, would not surrender without a fight. With a roar, he disappeared into the darkness.
He swung his sword sideways and unleashed a powerful strike.
The jet-black blade, shrouded in darkness, whistled as it slashed towards Yan Jingchen.
The wind rippled the Chishui River, causing the boats on the river to rock violently.
Yan Jingchen glanced at him disdainfully, remaining motionless and unmoving, her hands moving up and down in a claw-like motion.
The pitch-black blade light shattered with a crack.
He flicked his hand and slapped out with his claw.
The five swords, each of varying lengths, drew arcs and enveloped Liu Lang.
In contrast, Liu Lang stared at him without blinking, paused slightly, and then his body split in two.
One stood in the white expanse, the other in the pitch-black expanse, as if separated by the realms of Yin and Yang.
The five claw blades flew past, cutting across a hundred feet, carving five ravines in the rocky ground.
Liu Lang paid no attention, and the two figures swung their long swords from the left and right, slashing at Yan Jingchen.
"Ghost Blade - Double Kill!"
"snort!"
Yan Jingchen snorted coldly and reached out with both hands to meet the two flashes of light.
Click, click.
After two crisp sounds rang out almost simultaneously, the blade's edge shattered.
Yan Jingchen was not pleased but angry, "How dare you!"
Before he could make a move, another blade appeared and attacked him.
The blade, with its contrasting black and white surfaces, was precisely where his understanding of martial arts was weakest.
However, Yan Jingchen was ultimately a master of the upper three ranks, and her protective true energy erupted at the opportune moment.
clang!
The long sword pierced three inches into the bamboo hat before being stopped by a tremendous force.
As Liu Lang had anticipated, the two figures split in two again in the gap between their passing.
Four figures surrounded Yan Jingchen.
Two in front, two behind.
Yan Jingchen, however, didn't look at him. Her eyes were fixed on the bamboo hat that had been cut in two by the sword intent and slipped off. She laughed in extreme anger:
"Okay, okay, okay!"
"I underestimated you, and I underestimated Ghost Blade!"
"Legend has it that 'Ghost Blade' Chu Xiudao can transform into thousands of forms, and with a single strike, ten thousand blades will fall, possessing unfathomable power."
"Now it seems that what was said was true. No wonder Chu Xiudao was able to make such a big name for himself!"
Compared to his anger, Liu Lang was much calmer. "If my master were here, you wouldn't even be able to withstand one of his blows."
Facing a seasoned veteran of the martial arts world who has been famous for decades, he had no choice but to be careful.
He no longer fantasizes about being able to defeat a third-rank official like Chen Yi did, despite being only a fifth-rank official.
He just wanted to stall for time as much as possible.
Without pausing, Liu Lang drew his sword again.
The four figures moved in perfect unison, each slashing diagonally as they half-turned.
From above, the distinct black and white blade light slashed inward.
Like a spinning windmill, it pierced straight towards Yan Jingchen.
—Ghost Blade: Quadra Kill!
This time, however, Yan Jingchen did not let him do as he pleased; she turned her foot.
Both hands clapping out in quick succession.
In the blink of an eye, four palm shadows shattered Liu Lang's four sword beams.
The powerful palm strike even pierced through the blade's edge.
Of the four figures that Liu Lang had transformed into, three were shattered and illusory, while he himself raised his sword to block in front of him.
*Smack*
With a crisp sound, Liu Lang was uncontrollably sent flying sideways.
A slightly fishy, foul odor traveled along the long sword in his hand, permeating his hands.
Before he could react, the scent landed on his fingers and the back of his hand.
Immediately afterwards, Liu Lang felt waves of excruciating pain coming from his hand.
"ah--"
Caught off guard, Liu Lang cried out.
After landing, he looked at his hands before he could even steady himself.
The skin was torn open, and the blood flowing out was not crimson, but pitch black.
Furthermore, streaks of blackness were visibly invading his body along his blood vessels and meridians.
Liu Lang gritted his teeth and endured the excruciating pain, forming a knife with his fingers and making a cut on each of his wrists.
At the same time, true energy circulates and seals the vital acupoints in the crooks of both arms, forcing out the poison.
Gushes of dark blood spurted out.
When it falls to the ground, it corrodes and creates pits.
However, even after most of the poison was released, Liu Lang still felt no reduction in the excruciating pain in his hands.
He was in so much pain that he was sweating profusely, and his facial features were all scrunched up.
Even so, Liu Lang still gripped the long sword tightly, his eyes fierce as he looked at Yan Jingchen.
"The White Jade Skill is nothing special!"
Yan Jingchen glanced at him, then pulled off the black cloth covering her face, revealing a crystal-clear, fair face that showed no signs of aging.
With his jet-black, shiny hair, he didn't look like a seasoned veteran of the martial arts world who was over fifty years old.
"Your mouth is harder than your knife."
"However, being able to cut off one of my bamboo hats with your fifth-grade cultivation level shows that you have some skill."
After Yan Jingchen finished speaking, she shook her head again, "What a pity."
"Chu Xiudao should have had a good disciple who could have inherited his mantle, but alas, you..."
"act recklessly!"
His murderous intent intensified as he faced Liu Lang, clasping his hands together in prayer.
The spiritual energy of heaven and earth, following his movements, frantically pressed towards Liu Lang.
At the same time, wisps of black mist drifted out from his two jade-like, crystal-clear fingers.
It gradually spread to the surrounding area.
"I will soon spread the word throughout the martial world and give your master a message—this day next year will be the anniversary of your death, so please have him come here to pay his respects!"
Liu Lang watched the approaching black mist without responding.
The White Jade Skill is domineering and its poison is extremely potent.
In addition, Yan Jingchen's cultivation level and skill level made it impossible for him to avoid her.
Therefore, it did not wait for the black mist to surround it.
Liu Lang took a sudden step forward, his true energy surging and erupting, all of which was concentrated on the long sword in his hand.
His figure then disappeared from the spot.
In the blink of an eye, ghostly figures appeared and surrounded Yan Jingchen.
With a slight tremor, the long sword stirred and shattered the surrounding spiritual energy of heaven and earth, which was as vast as rivers and seas.
Although it was only a part, it was enough for Liu Lang to make a slash.
"Ghost Blade - Slaughter of a Thousand!"
Thousands of illusory figures, pale-faced and with icy eyes, simultaneously brandished long swords.
Thousands of jet-black sword lights followed, covering an area of a hundred feet and enveloping Yan Jingchen within them.
Yan Jingchen smiled, "You overconfident fool!"
He then lifted it up with one hand.
The black mist that had previously surged out and spread out suddenly formed two large hands, protecting his body.
No matter how many blades slashed at it from all sides, they couldn't break through it even a fraction.
Not to mention harming his body.
Looking at this scene, Liu Lang smiled bitterly; the difference in strength was simply too great.
He was even more powerless than when he sparred with Chen Yi.
His strongest strike couldn't even create a ripple.
But Liu Lang still had no intention of giving up.
Even though his body was already swaying uncontrollably under the pressure of that spiritual energy of heaven and earth.
Even though his actions just now had left his body tainted with some black poisonous energy, and his face and body were torn and bleeding.
Intense pain swept through his entire body.
"You old bastard, who the hell are you looking down on?!"
Liu Lang gritted his teeth, squeezed out all the true energy in his body, and frantically connected with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.
A faint, ten-zhang-long, jet-black blade could be seen floating in mid-air.
Its powerful aura spread out, dispelling all the surrounding black energy.
Upon seeing this, Yan Jingchen was slightly moved and looked at Liu Lang in surprise, "You, you actually have one foot in the Perfect Realm?"
Liu Lang seemed not to hear.
Or rather, at this moment, his eyes, ears, mouth, and nose were all under the attack of the poison, and he lost his senses.
Liu Lang could only rely on instinct, opening his mouth wide and silently roaring as he slashed at Yan Jingchen with his final strike.
—Ghost Blade: Return to One!
Then, the jet-black blade descended straight down with his movement.
It appears slow but is actually fast.
The solidified sword intent, carrying the spiritual energy of heaven and earth within a ten-zhang radius, forcefully slashed into the fist intent surrounding Yan Jingchen.
Even the black hand that he had previously focused above couldn't block it in the slightest.
Seeing this, Yan Jingchen composed herself, sighed, and dodged away.
It wasn't that he couldn't block it, but even with his strength, he would suffer some superficial injuries from this strike.
After he moved to the side, the blade struck his original spot.
hiss--
With a sound so faint it was almost inaudible, the blade pierced straight into the rocks.
Like cutting a piece of tofu.
Then came a rumbling sound, and the rocks within ten feet were split in two, blown away by the force of the sword intent.
Bang, bang.
The roar was incessant.
Yan Jingchen watched quietly as the sword intent raged, then her gaze fell on Liu Lang.
At this moment, Liu Lang still held the knife with both hands, his body covered in blood, and his aura was no longer as sharp as before.
Yan Jingchen looked at him for a long time, then shook her head with a smile, "A swordsman with good talent, what a pity..."
After saying that, he waved his hand, and a blade of energy slashed straight at Liu Lang.
"From then on, the 'Sword Maniac' was no more in the martial world."
Before he could even see Liu Lang's head separated from his body, he heard a cold snort from afar:
"Who gave you permission to say that?"
"Um?"
Before Yan Jingchen could make a move, a blurry, unreal figure appeared from afar and drew closer.
In the blink of an eye, he traversed dozens of miles, arriving just as his blade of energy was about to strike Liu Lang.
The mere aura emanating from him shattered the energy blade.
What followed was a domineering and sharp aura, wildly stirring up the surrounding spiritual energy of heaven and earth.
Even with Yan Jingchen's perfected level of martial arts, he was unable to resist being suppressed by that overwhelming power.
Yan Jingchen's expression turned solemn as she stared at the figure blocking Liu Lang's path—a man in black, close-fitting clothes, with long hair flowing in the wind beneath his bamboo hat.
His face was not visible.
"Who goes there!?"
The newcomer remained silent, instead flicking out several silver needles that pierced Liu Lang's vital points. As his true essence surged, it forced out and neutralized the black blood within him.
Two breaths later, when Liu Lang's breathing had returned to normal, the newcomer turned around and stared coldly at Yan Jingchen.
"The one who will kill you!"
It was none other than Chen Yi!
(End of this chapter)
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