Danger!
In the face of the tiny green glow that was heading straight for him, Wang Yan raised his right hand, which had ruptured after exerting so much effort, and used his arm to protect his head. At the same time, his left hand grabbed the hilt of Falling Sand. With a light flick of his wrist, the tip of the sword swept towards Chen Wenyuan.
Crack!
Faced with Wang Yan's response, Chen Wenyuan displayed his shrewdness. The judge's brush in his hand did not change its direction, but with a single step, he leaped into the air and dodged the incoming sword. In the next instant, the judge's brush in his hand landed on Wang Yan's right forearm. With the clear sound of bones breaking, Wang Yan was unable to withstand the force of the blow, and his entire body was sent flying like a ragged sack.
Buzz buzz buzz …
Wang Yan, who was flying backward, felt dizzy. It was as if there were thousands of flies flying around his ears. This was because Chen Wenyuan's previous attack was extremely strong. Not only did it break the bones in his arm, but it also caused his brain to buzz under the residual force. His vision became blurry and he temporarily lost his hearing. This situation was extremely dangerous.
Wang Yan knew that he had already stepped into the gates of hell, and if he did not react in time, he would lose his life in an instant. Therefore, he bit his tongue, causing a heart-wrenching pain to explode in his mouth along with the thick taste of blood. Wang Yan instantly regained his clarity of mind, only to see that Chen Wenyuan did not give him any chance to catch his breath after his successful attack in mid-air. Instead, Chen Wenyuan stepped through the air and chased after the flying Wang Yan.
Life and death were hanging by a thread!
Seeing this, Wang Yan tightened his left hand and held the hilt of his sword. He pushed Falling Sand down. With a soft 'ding' sound, sparks flew as the blade of the sword brushed against the stone floor. Wang Yan took advantage of the momentum and took a deep breath. Following the momentum of the backward flight, he flipped his body in the air and adjusted his posture.
Following that, Wang Yan followed the momentum of his descent and stomped his feet on the ground. His eyes narrowed as he faced Chen Wenyuan, who was flying towards him, and he let out a roar!
"Slash!"
With the word 'slash', a sharp sword intent soared into the sky. Wang Yan shook his left hand and several sword lights scattered in all directions. Seeing this, Chen Wenyuan sneered disdainfully. In his opinion, Wang Yan was already an arrow at the end of its flight. Moreover, Wang Yan was obviously used to using the sword with his right hand. If he could break the previous sword light, how could the sword light from his left hand be a problem?
As he laughed coldly, Chen Wenyuan flew up and attacked. The Judge's Brush in his hand shot forward. However, in the next instant, Chen Wenyuan's expression changed drastically. The sword light that Wang Yan had used had suddenly merged into one. Immediately after, a long and narrow sword shadow shot out from the falling sand, heading straight for Chen Wenyuan's face at an unimaginable speed.
This was …
A trace of shock appeared in Chen Wenyuan's eyes. Before he could react, the sword shadow had already pierced through his brain. In an instant, he felt the world change. His surroundings turned into an endless void. A huge sword appeared in the void and slashed at his head.
Seeing this, a murderous look appeared in Chen Wenyuan's eyes. He shouted, "How dare you confuse my mind with a mere Spirit Confusion? Break it! "
Before he finished speaking, a green light flashed between Chen Wenyuan's eyebrows. In the next moment, everything around him shattered like a mirror. In the blink of an eye, everything returned to normal. However, Chen Wenyuan immediately saw Wang Yan flying over with a sword in hand. In an instant, he seemed to have become one with the sword and shot toward him in a brilliant sword rainbow.
Wang Yan's sword was too fast. In addition, Chen Wenyuan was disturbed by the Spirit Confusion. By the time Chen Wenyuan wanted to respond, the brilliant sword rainbow had already arrived in front of Chen Wenyuan. In an instant, Chen Wenyuan only had time to move to the side.
Swoosh.
A cold light suddenly appeared, followed by a spray of blood. It was the blade of Fallen Sand that pierced through the left side of Chen Wenyuan's ribs.
Feeling the sharp pain coming from his ribs, Chen Wenyuan's eyes became fierce. As he raised his Qi and circulated his strength, the Judge's Brush in his hand quickly pointed at Wang Yan's face. However, just as he moved his hand, Wang Yan's left hand that was holding the sword turned slightly. In the next moment, a violent sword force surged out from Fallen Sand.
Bang!
With a muffled sound, a disc-sized hole exploded in Chen Wenyuan's ribs. Blood mixed with broken organs and flesh splattered everywhere. Chen Wenyuan's breath stagnated. The Judge's Brush in his hand slowly fell to the ground. It was as if all the strength in his body had been sucked out. He could only look at Wang Yan with eyes full of disbelief. He murmured, "You … How could you … use … such a sword …"
Before he finished speaking, Chen Wenyuan fell to the ground. Wang Yan slowly pulled back his sword, but then he coughed violently as his chest heaved up and down.
Cough, cough …
As his body swayed, Wang Yan's body also went limp. He then used his sword as a support and half-knelt on the ground.
This battle was too dangerous. Chen Wenyuan lived up to his title as a titled expert. His strength was extremely tyrannical. Wang Yan could be said to be completely suppressed. In the end, he had no choice but to use his trump card — Formless Non-Self Sword.
However, this sword was a sword of absolute death. Once it was used, it would either kill the enemy or himself. This was especially true for the use of sword force. In a very short period of time, a large amount of inner energy was turned into strands of sword force and entangled with each other before finally exploding. Whether it was the consumption of inner energy or the exhaustion of mental energy due to controlling a large amount of inner energy, it was extremely difficult for Wang Yan to use it. Moreover, he had used up a lot of energy in the fierce battles today. Therefore, when he forcefully urged himself just now, not only did his spirit and Qi deplete, but more importantly, his meridians were injured. In addition, his right arm bone was shattered by Chen Wenyuan, adding injuries on top of injuries made it extremely difficult for him to hold on.
However, in the end, he still won. Wang Yan knew that he won this battle somewhat by luck. If he had used Formless Non-Self Sword at the beginning, there was no way he could have won in one strike.
In reality, Chen Wenyuan had indeed underestimated his opponent. After he repeatedly broke through and injured Wang Yan, he thought that Wang Yan was already an arrow at the end of its flight and could be easily captured. Therefore, when he was chasing after him, he couldn't help but relax a little. Under such circumstances, Wang Yan suddenly used his strongest sword move. First, he used the sword intent to confuse the enemy, then the sword light to cover his body. Finally, he was able to use the sword force to kill his enemy.
"You … you …"
Not far away, the lackey who had previously reported to Chen Wenyuan witnessed the entire process of the battle. Seeing Chen Wenyuan die, his eyes were filled with fear.
Wang Yan raised his head and glanced at the lackey. He smiled disdainfully and then raised his sword to cut off Chen Wenyuan's head. Seeing this, the lackey immediately screamed and then turned around to run without a care. Seeing that the lackey had left, Wang Yan let out a sigh of relief. If this lackey had charged at him without fear of death, it would have been really troublesome.
After the lackey left, the entire backyard became quiet. Unlike Kang Jianmin, Chen Wenyuan was extremely conceited. He didn't arrange for his subordinates to guard the backyard. The Black Water thief in Mingkang Town were arranged to guard the front yard. These thieves had either followed Shan Bo to the village at the foot of the mountain or had been killed by Wang Yan. Now, the Gongsun Mansion was empty.
Because of this, Wang Yan didn't think too much about it. He sat cross-legged next to Chen Wenyuan's corpse and began to regulate his breathing. After half an hour, the inner force in his body had mostly recovered, the injuries on his body had been suppressed, and his spirit had also recovered a little. Without any delay, he opened up Chen Wenyuan's clothes. After a search, he took out two secret manuals, more than ten gold notes, a bag of golden beans, and a letter. Then, he tore off a piece of cloth and wrapped Chen Wenyuan's head.
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