Today, I've reorganized the plot outline. In addition, the main character has been attacking frequently in a short period of time, so Old Jian didn't want to write repetitive things. That's why it took a lot of effort and dragged it until now. I can only do one chapter today.
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Wang Yanwan did not expect that the Cloud Sect would set up such a killing trap, especially since he was a disciple of the Proud Sword Villa. Previously, he had been acknowledged by the Heaven Hater Saber, Jin Wuyan, and later, Gan Xiumei, who represented the Cloud Sect in endorsing him. How could Wei Hechuan dare to falsely accuse him?
The strangest thing was that this killing trap seemed to be quite big. There were more than a hundred people involved, but most of them were low-level disciples of Yunma School. Other than Elder Qin and He, there seemed to be no one else who was truly powerful. If Yunma School really wanted to deal with him, why would they go through so much trouble to invite any Clasping Yuan Stage inner court elder into the school to capture him? What was the hidden meaning behind all this?
Wang Yan couldn't figure it out, but such a strange killing trap gave Wang Yan a clue. Qin Hechuan's actions didn't seem to represent Yunma School completely. But now wasn't the time to think about this, so Wang Yan suppressed the doubts in his heart. Just as Qin Weiming and He Sixiu rushed out, he quickly tapped his feet and flew backward. Then, he turned in the air and flew towards the entrance of the alleyway.
"Don't think you can escape, Wang Yan!"
Seeing that Wang Yan was about to break out of the encirclement and escape, the graceful woman, He Sixiu, immediately let out a loud shout. Without waiting for her shout to finish, she took a deep breath and moved her feet a few times. Her body was like a rainbow as she dashed across the field, leaving behind a series of afterimages. In the span of a breath, she had already caught up to Wang Yan and was only a few meters behind him. Immediately after, she shook her sleeves and a 'dang dang dang' sound could be heard. Two pieces of red silk flew out towards Wang Yan's back. The 'dang dang dang' sound came from the bell attached to the front of the red silk.
When the sound of the bell entered his ears, Wang Yan's consciousness was slightly dazed. He was immediately shocked. He knew that the sound of the bell was a whistling sound technique, which had the effect of confusing one's mind. If this technique was used by someone with profound inner strength, they would only need to use pure inner strength to seal their ears and they would not be affected. However, Wang Yan's inner strength was far from that level, so it was extremely difficult to guard against such a technique.
At this critical moment, a trace of blood seeped out from the corner of Wang Yan's mouth. He had bitten his tongue and used the pain to keep his mind clear. Immediately after, he quickly took a step forward and his figure strangely turned to the left. In an instant, the two pieces of red silk whizzed past his body.
Although Wang Yan had narrowly dodged He Sixiu's two red silk strands, during this short delay, Qin Weiming had already closed in on him by two to three meters. Without waiting for Wang Yan to stabilize his body, a sword glint streaked across the sky.
"Ding!"
Without thinking, Wang Yan immediately flipped his hand and the two swords collided, sparks flew. However, before Wang Yan could change his move, the bell behind him rang again. Wang Yan immediately clenched his teeth and leaned his upper body forward. Then, he rolled. Immediately, the sound of the bell mixed with the whistling of the wind came from above his head. Wang Yan once again narrowly avoided He Sixiu's red silk.
However, this kind of dodging put Wang Yan in an even more dangerous situation. Without waiting for him to get up, Qin Weiming took a step forward. With a shake of his hand, a flash of sword light came straight down. In addition, Wang Yan only heard the whistling sound of swords behind him. It was the sword formation formed by the inner court disciples who welcomed Gan Xiumei and surrounded him from behind.
As a result, Wang Yan was almost in a desperate situation. In front of him, Qin Weiming entangled him. Behind him, there was a sword formation formed by the inner court disciples of Yunma School attacking him from both sides. On the other hand, He Sixiu relied on her superb Qinggong to wander around. The red silk in her hands were like two poisonous snakes ready to bite at any time. The key was that the whistling sound of the bell was extremely effective against Wang Yan. Not to mention that there was a large number of Yunma School disciples surrounding the area. Under such a deadly situation, Wang Yan really couldn't escape even if he had wings.
In the face of such a desperate situation, would Wang Yan give up? Absolutely not!
"Ah!"
Like a beast trapped in a siege, Wang Yan let out a violent roar. A touch of determination appeared in his eyes. Immediately after, he slapped the ground with his left hand and his whole body borrowed the force of the impact to stand up like a tiger. However, in this way, he seemed to have delivered himself to the edge of Qin Weiming's sword.
Qin Weiming's eyes showed a slight surprise. Obviously, he didn't expect Wang Yan to seek his own death. However, a cold smile appeared on his face. The edge of the sword in his hand was aimed at Wang Yan's neck.
In the face of the sword that was coming straight down, Wang Yan didn't dodge. His hand that was holding the sword turned slightly, and the edge of Falling Sand was vertically placed in front of his chest. In the next moment, there was a 'ding' sound of metal colliding. Falling Sand had blocked Qin Weiming's sword that was aimed at his neck.
However, in the next moment, Wang Yan's back felt as if it was struck by lightning. He Sixiu's red silk hit his back. Wang Yan's body swayed and he couldn't help but fall forward. Seeing this, Qin Weiming turned the sword in his hand, and the blade of the sword almost brushed against the edge of Falling Sand and slashed down!
Slash …
The clothes on Wang Yan's left shoulder were instantly cut by the sword. Immediately after, the sharp edge of the sword cut into Wang Yan's left shoulder. Blood flowed out of his muscles, and his bones could be seen.
"Die!"
Qin Weiming roared. As he changed his energy, his hand turned slightly, and the edge of the sword suddenly moved horizontally. It actually stuck close to Wang Yan's shoulder bone, as if it was cutting meat. He wanted to cut open the flesh on Wang Yan's left shoulder, and then the edge of the sword went straight to his neck.
This sword was definitely a killing move. If Qin Weiming succeeded, Wang Yan would have no chance of survival. However, before the roar ended, there was a soft 'da' sound. This sound was mixed with the roar, and it was difficult to alert people. However, in the next moment, a silver light suddenly appeared from Wang Yan's waist.
It was the Sword Of Hell!
When Wang Yan's body staggered and he couldn't control himself, he used his left hand to press the mechanism on the hilt of the Sword Of Hell at his waist. Before Qin Weiming's sword could cut open the flesh on his left shoulder, the meter-long edge of the sword spat out from the hilt like a swaying snake's tail.
Screech …
The glimmering edge of the sword instantly sank into Qin Weiming's waist. As the two of them were too close, and the Sword Of Hell was too strange, Qin Weiming couldn't react at all. In the next moment, he saw the fully extended meter-long edge of the sword enter from the left side of Qin Weiming's waist. In the blink of an eye, the edge of the sword came out from the right side of his waist. This Sword Of Hell actually cut Qin Weiming in half just by the force of the mechanism!
It wasn't until the blood line on his waist completely burst open and his upper body and lower body separated that Qin Weiming seemed to understand what had happened. At this time, the long sword in his hand had already cut open the flesh on Wang Yan's left shoulder. The edge of the sword was less than half an inch away from Wang Yan's neck. However, this half an inch distance was like a natural moat. He no longer had the strength to swing his sword to cut Wang Yan's neck. He could only slide to the ground with a puzzled look in his eyes, and the long sword in his hand slowly fell.
Bang …
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