Chopped at the waist! Chopped at the waist with one strike!
Even though many people had heard of such a method, many of the inexperienced Yunma School disciples were stunned when they saw such a cruel strike with their own eyes. Some of them couldn't help but feel their hearts churn and vomit. Even the Inner Sect disciples who formed the sword formation couldn't help but freeze.
Wang Yan also didn't think that this strike would have such an effect. This was originally a move that he used when he was determined to die, but he didn't think that the Sword Of Hell's blade would be so sharp that it could cut flesh and break bones as easily as cutting tofu. However, Wang Yan didn't have time to think. His feet shook, and he took advantage of the momentum to stabilize his body. Then, he felt a sweetness in his throat, and a trickle of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. He Sixiu's attack had injured his internal organs.
However, Wang Yan didn't have much time to recover. The murderous intent was still present, so he shook his left hand slightly, and a Rejuvenation Talisman slipped from his sleeve into his palm. Wang Yan immediately injected his internal energy into it, but before the effects of the Rejuvenation Talisman could be felt, the bell rang again.
He Sixiu was able to become the Outer Sect Elder of Yunma School, so she was used to big scenes. Even though Qin Weiming was suddenly chopped at the waist by Wang Yan, she was only slightly surprised, and then immediately attacked again, not giving Wang Yan any more time to recover.
Hearing the sound behind him, Wang Yan's feet moved, and his body spun on the spot. At the same time, he slapped the Falling Sand in his hand toward the falling Sword Of Hell. There was a soft "ding" sound, and the four feet long Sword Of Hell spread out immediately. Then, the blade swept in all directions as Wang Yan's body spun.
Whoosh …
As the silver light scattered in all directions, the blade of the Sword Of Hell that swept out almost instantly collided with the red silk that was attacking from behind. Seeing this, He Sixiu flicked her wrist, and the red silk immediately seemed to come to life. The two red silk intertwined in the air, and in an instant, they were like coiling snakes in the air.
This red silk was originally woven from the extremely flexible Swimming Dragon Silk, and it was difficult for ordinary sharp weapons to cut it. At this moment, the two red silk threads were tightly entwined together, and their toughness increased. Not to mention sharp weapons, even ordinary famous swords would find it difficult to cut them in half. But in the next instant, under the sweep of the Sword Of Hell, the two red silk threads that were entwined into one quickly split apart along the edge of the Sword Of Hell's blade like inferior silk cloth. In the blink of an eye, the coiling snake that covered the sky was cut in half.
"What sword is that in your hand?"
He Sixiu could hardly believe her eyes. She had never thought that her Swimming Dragon Silk would be cut in half by a sword. Her eyes were full of shock, as if the effect of this sword was far greater to her than the sword that had cut Qin Weiming in half at the waist.
Wang Yan naturally wouldn't answer her. As the sound of the bells at the front of the two red silk threads falling to the ground entered his ears, Wang Yan's heart calmed down a little. He knew that this method of disturbing people was finally temporarily over. He immediately stopped, and the Falling Sand in his hand took advantage of the momentum to pat the body of the Sword Of Hell. The exposed four feet long blade immediately broke in the middle. Wang Yan then held the sword hilt with his left hand, and faced the blade of the sword, activating the mechanism. The four feet long blade of the sword was like a long dragon that had returned to the sea and entered the dragon's open mouth.
This Sword Of Hell's sharpness was unparalleled, and nothing could block it. It was a pity that Wang Yan's cultivation was still too low. He could use some of the slyness of this sword, but if he wanted to truly use this sword, he didn't have the strength to do so. Therefore, after two strikes, he put the sword away. After all, this sword was special, and the slightest carelessness could cause him to hurt himself.
After putting away the Sword Of Hell, Wang Yan only felt a slight numbness and itchiness from his left shoulder. The Rejuvenation Talisman had already begun to take effect. Although this talisman didn't have the heaven-defying ability to bring a person back to life, it was still a genuine holy healing item. However, in this short period of time, the injury on Wang Yan's shoulder had already stopped. The muscles that had been cut open no longer seeped blood, and there was even a faint sign of scab forming on the flesh. In addition to the healing effect, this talisman could also continuously recover inner strength, and the effect was enough to last for as long as a stick of incense.
With his injury temporarily stopped, and He Sixiu's Whistling Sound Technique broken, Wang Yan's situation immediately took a turn for the better. Then, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and as his feet tapped on the ground, his entire body actually soared into the air. Then, he borrowed the force of the air to breathe, and with a few steps in the air, his figure leaped up to the second floor of the Rosin Pavilion.
Previously, with Qin Weiming's direct entanglement, and He Sixiu's harassment, Wang Yan naturally didn't have the opportunity to use the Flying Technique. Now that Qin Weiming was dead, and He Sixiu's red silk was broken in two, how many of the remaining Yunma School disciples knew the Flying Technique? And how many people would really dare to fly up and intercept him?
In this way, Wang Yan basically jumped out of the Yunma School's encirclement. Wei Hechuan, who was protected by a group of disciples at the door, never imagined that the situation would develop in this way. His eyes were filled with anxiety, and he shouted: "Do not let Wang Yan escape!"
Before his voice died away, Wang Yan, who could use the Flying Technique to travel through the air, flew into the Rosin Pavilion through the window of the second floor. Seeing that Wang Yan hadn't been surrounded, Wei Hechuan hurriedly said to the people beside him: "Quick, rush up and surround him!"
Hearing Wei Hechuan's words, the Yunma School disciples beside him hesitated for a moment, and then wanted to go upstairs, but at this moment, He Sixiu, who was outside, rushed into the door, and at the same time shouted: "Young Master, be careful!"
Before He Sixiu could rush into the door, Wei Hechuan only heard a cracking sound above his head. He couldn't help but look up, and saw a large hole in the ceiling above his head, and a flash of sword light reflected in his eyes.
"Young Hero Wang, have mercy!"
Gan Xiumei, who had been standing outside without moving, finally moved. Seeing Wang Yan break through the second floor and fly down to Wei Hechuan, Gan Xiumei immediately tried to persuade him.
Gan Xiumei's persuasion seemed to have an effect. The flash of sword light turned slightly, and with Wei Hechuan as the center, it scattered in all directions. In the blink of an eye, the few Yunma School disciples who were protecting Wei Hechuan all had blood spurting out from between their eyebrows. When these people fell to the ground one by one, Wang Yan floated behind Wei Hechuan, and Luo Sha's ice-cold blade was placed on Wei Hechuan's neck. At this time, He Sixiu was already in front of the Rosin Pavilion.
"Wang Yan, if you still want to leave this place alive, hurry up and let go of the young master!"
He Sixiu scolded harshly, but Wang Yan only smiled coldly, and then his left hand's sword fingers shot out like lightning, poking Wei Hechuan's body a few times in a row, and Wei Hechuan's whole body immediately froze.
After restraining Wei Hechuan, Wang Yan looked at Gan Xiumei who was walking over, and said coldly: "Master Gan, I only have one question for you, did you really not know about this assassination at all in advance?"
"If I had known about it in advance, I would have been haunted by my inner demons for the rest of my life, and would never be able to condense Zhen Yuan."
Gan Xiumei's answer was resolute, and her words were very heavy. It should be known that martial artists had always been afraid of inner demons, and in order to advance to the Clasping Yuan Realm, not only did one have to have enough cultivation, but more importantly, one had to overcome the inner demons. Gan Xiumei's words were equivalent to making an oath with her inner demons, and this was considered the heaviest oath in the martial world.
"I believe you."
Wang Yan nodded, and then said: "But I followed you into the city and came all the way here. Now that the situation is unclear, I'll have to trouble Master Gan to send me out of the city. As for this Wei Hechuan, we'll deal with him when we get to a safe place, how about that?"
"Don't even think about it!"
How could He Sixiu let Wang Yan escape, and even kidnap the young master? However, just as she finished speaking, her vision blurred, and it was Gan Xiumei who had dashed in front of her, and then without saying anything, she raised both of her palms, and in the blink of an eye, her palms landed on He Sixiu's chest.
Puff …
He Sixiu didn't expect Gan Xiumei to suddenly attack, and after being hit, her whole body flew backward like a rag bag, and only managed to stabilize herself after flying for five to six meters.
"Gan Xiumei, how dare you attack a fellow disciple like this?"
He Sixiu looked at Gan Xiumei with a face full of hatred, but Gan Xiumei said coldly: "It's because we're fellow disciples that I didn't take your life just now, but you and Qin Weiming urged the young master to kill Young Master Wang. After I escort Young Master Wang out of the city and ensure the young master's safety, I'll personally meet the headmaster and tell him everything. Do you think the school rules will forgive you?"
After saying that, Gan Xiumei swung her sleeves, and said to the crowd of Yunma School disciples outside, "All of you, get out of my way!"
Gan Xiumei's aura was strong, and as soon as she finished speaking, the Yunma School disciples outside all moved to the sides, revealing a path to the alley. Seeing this, Gan Xiumei waved her hand at Wang Yan, and said: "Young Master Wang, please."
Wang Yan nodded, and then carried Wei Hechuan out of the room. With Gan Xiumei by his side, he felt a lot more at ease, but he didn't expect that before he took a few steps, Wei Xiangnan would run over and say: "Big Brother, Xiangnan believes that there must be a misunderstanding here, and that it wasn't my father's idea. I think if I go with Big Brother, maybe Big Brother will be safer."
Hearing this, Wang Yan laughed out loud. He didn't act pretentious, and said with a smile: "That's good. Wei Hengshan's son and daughter are both in my hands, let's see who still dares to use underhanded methods."
After saying that, Wang Yan left with a laugh. The hundred or so Yunma School disciples present could only watch as Wang Yan left. Very quickly, the figures of Wang Yan, Gan Xiumei, and the others disappeared at the entrance of Hui Yi Alley.
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"Elder Shan, just as you expected, this Wang Yan really broke out of the trap."
The storm in front of the Rosin Pavilion had already passed, and the Yunma School disciples had all left. He Sixiu was nowhere to be found, and Hui Yi Alley had returned to peace. At this time, in a small alley not far from the Rosin Pavilion, two figures appeared from the shadows. One of them was a middle-aged man without eyebrows, and the other was a tall elder.
Hearing the middle-aged man's words, the elder shook his head and said: "This Wang Yan was able to kill Chen Wenyuan first, and then cause such a commotion in Tianmaji. He is naturally an extraordinary person. Only a child like Wei Hechuan, who is eager to fight for the throne, would listen to Yang Yuan's nonsense, and vainly attempt to rely on Qin Weiming, He Sixiu, and a group of low level disciples to take down Wang Yan. It's simply a fool's dream."
At this point, the elder sighed softly and said: "Hengshan is also the same. Now that he is getting older, his actions are becoming more and more indecisive. In fact, whether it is killing Wang Yan in exchange for the land of the Four Towns, or directly rejecting Yang Yuan, it is not a wrong decision. It is a pity that he is in a dilemma. On one hand, he wants to take back the land of the Four Towns, but on the other hand, he is afraid of offending the Aojian Villa in order to prevent the destruction of the sect. In the end, he went into closed-door cultivation, and allowed Wei Hechuan to do as he pleases. It is really …"
The elder did not continue, but everyone could hear the disappointment in his tone. When the middle-aged man heard this, he could not help but say: "Elder Shan, you don't have to be like this. After all, the Sect Leader is doing this for the sake of the sect. After all, the Aojian Villa is still a giant, and our Yunma School cannot afford to offend them. Moreover, Yang Yuan has taken out the land of the Four Towns in exchange for Wang Yan's head. Under such temptation, the Sect Leader has weighed the pros and cons. Pretending to be unaware of this matter is also a tactic."
The elder snorted coldly, but did not refute. The middle-aged man continued: "However, I did not expect that Wang Yan is so smart and courageous. He actually trusts Gan Xiumei. In this way, the people sent by Yang Yuan will probably have a hard time finding a chance to make a move."
"Someone like Yang Yuan is so cunning. That kid Wei Hechuan thinks highly of himself and even dared to ask a tiger for its skin. Little did he know that he has already become a chess piece of Yang Yuan. Who knows, Yang Yuan might send someone to kill him on purpose to sow discord between Wang Yan and our Yunma School."
The elder sneered. He seemed to have a bad impression of Wei Hechuan. However, the middle-aged man nodded in agreement and said, "Wei Hechuan is only born with a good appearance, but inside, he is actually the same as Wei Chunfeng. They are both idiots. The future of our Yunma School must not be handed over to these two people.
"Yes."
The elder agreed with the middle-aged man's words, but then he said, "However, we cannot let this kid die yet. Go and watch over Wang Yan secretly. If Yang Yuan's people dare to make a move, spare no one."
"What about He Sixiu?"
"Since she and Qin Weiming have made a move against Wang Yan, regardless of whether Wang Yan dies or not, her life is no longer her own. The same goes for those inner disciples."
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