Hearing Meng Luo Gong's righteous words, Pei Zi Yun couldn't help but admire him, "Indeed, since ancient times, all heroes have been righteous and righteous."
"Only bandits and thieves would call themselves villains."
"Cough cough!" At this point, Shen Wan Lin stood up, "Uncle, you've raised me for so many years. I was worried about the fate of my parents, and thus secretly learned some blade techniques to protect myself. I didn't expect to use it today."
"Go and die!" At this point, from afar, a man waved his arm, and a series of hidden weapons shot out.
Pei Zi Yun dove downwards, and transformed into a blinding flash of light. All the hidden weapons missed their mark, and a sharp glint flashed through the air. His right arm was sliced off, and a "sha" sound was heard as his neck was sliced off. His silhouette flickered, and it was hard to tell who he was. The sound of metal clashing against metal was deafening.
The light of the blade and sword receded, and the shadows separated. Six corpses lay on the ground. One of them had been pierced through the side of his abdomen, and spat out a mouthful of blood.
Pei Zi Yun gasped for breath as he looked down. He saw a two inch long gash on his left arm. If this blade had been half an inch lower ….
Pei Zi Yun took a few steps forward, and retreated a few steps. His face was filled with fear.
"Meng Luo Gong, today shall be the day you die." Shen Wan Lin had managed to block Pei Zi Yun's attack, and he had already killed his way through the crowd. He walked forward slowly, his sword gleaming with a terrifying light.
"Is this the Primordial Spirit Sword Manipulation?" Shen Zhen took the opportunity to swallow a few more pills, and his complexion looked better. He thought to himself as he watched the scene unfold before him.
This was the Shen family's most powerful technique. Shen Zhen had thought that he would be invincible under the heavens. However, after hearing their conversation, he realized that this was just a Dao technique, and didn't seem to be that rare. He gripped his blade tightly.
"Who are you? I don't feel any hatred towards you. Why do you want to be my enemy?" Meng Luo Gong asked, his face was filled with fear. This person's martial arts skills were far above his own.
"Pu!" Pei Zi Yun didn't say a single word. He only swung his sword once. Meng Luo Gong looked at this familiar move and followed it up with the same blade. Sword and blade, the two of them collided in a similar arc.
Meng Luo Gong retreated a few steps, as a lock of hair fell to the ground. He was just a hair away from being decapitated. Meng Luo Gong's face turned green as he spat out a mouthful of blood. Meng Luo Gong felt a sense of familiarity, as a sense of fear welled up in his heart. It had been a long time since he had felt such fear. Twenty years ago, he had been injured and was on the verge of death. Meng Luo Gong hid his head and tail, not daring to show his face. He struggled to recover. After that, he painstakingly sent his sister to the Shen family.
Now, he tasted this long-lost fear again. His old and new wounds started to hurt at the same time — this "pain" was the most unbearable taste. He hissed, "What Taoist magic is this?"
"This isn't a Dao Art. It's the ninth and tenth level, Hardness and Gentleness. It looks like Xie Cheng Dong didn't teach you anything." Pei Zi Yun was about to pounce forward when several bladesmen pounced on him.
"Kill!" After consuming the pill, Shen Zhen, who had been gasping for breath, pounced forward. His eyes were filled with killing intent. With a flash of his blade, someone screamed out in pain as he fell to the ground.
"All of you, block him for me!" Meng Luo Gong shouted out loudly. He didn't know where this disciple had come from, but he had no chance of winning. The only thing he could do was to escape and think of a way to get help from his Young Master.
Thinking about this, Meng Luo Gong dashed out of the temple.
Pei Zi Yun charged forward, as Shen Zhen clutched his wound and charged forward. Shen Wan Lin let out a cry, and Shen Zhen turned around to look. Shen Wan Lin's eyes were filled with hatred, as she gripped her blade and charged forward.
Several people charged forward at an extremely fast speed, as their blades gleamed dangerously. These bladesmen seemed to have traces of the Shen family's bladesmanship, just that they didn't have the essence of it.
To outsiders, these bladesmen were extremely ferocious. However, to those who were proficient in the Shen family's bladesmanship, they were full of flaws. Wherever the blade flashed, blood would spurt everywhere. Following the blood, there would be all sorts of limbs.
Hands, legs and heads dripped with blood as they fell to the ground. Clanging sounds could be heard from time to time. The ground in front of the temple was originally filled with water, but in less than a minute, the water had been dyed red. In less than three minutes, the water had mostly turned into blood. It was extremely thick, and under the moonlight, it had a strange red hue to it.
"Pu!" The last bladesman fell to the ground, as the wound on his throat was ripped open, and blood flowed freely.
"Urgh!" Following that, the sound of someone vomiting could be heard. The two of them turned around to look, and saw Shen Wan Lin stabbing her blade into the ground. She was vomiting, and beside her were two bladesmen. They had been killed by Shen Wan Lin.
'In my previous life, I've never heard that Shen Wan Lin knew martial arts. Oh, no wonder she was able to survive the assassination attempt. So she knew how to use a blade.' Pei Zi Yun finally understood.
Seeing Meng Luo Gong fleeing far away, Pei Zi Yun was astonished. This man was extremely cruel and vicious. In order to obtain the Eight Treasures of Clarity, he had decisively killed his own family. For the sake of the Dao, he had endured for more than ten years. He had even ruined his own reputation and plotted against his nephew. Following that, he was surrounded by dozens of people, and had failed to kill him in a single strike. When faced with the threat of death, he immediately escaped. Such a person, if he were to participate in the battle of the dragon, he would have the qualifications to become a General Star. No wonder he was chosen by Xie Cheng Dong.
Such a person, how did he die at the hands of Shen Zhen all those years ago?
Although Pei Zi Yun was astonished, his mission was more important. He then turned to Shen Wan Lin and said, "Take care of your brother. I shall go kill this Meng Luo Gong."
As soon as he finished speaking, he dashed out of the door. He saw a few horses standing by the door, not running away. He then mounted them and shouted, "Jia!" The horse then chased after Meng Luo Gong's shadow.
Shen Wan Lin regained her senses and hurriedly helped Shen Zhen up, "Brother, are you alright?"
"I'm fine. I didn't activate the Deadly Body Technique, and thus didn't expend too much energy. My wounds aren't serious either. I've just been poisoned. I've already taken several antidote pills. Although they aren't very effective, I should be able to suppress the poison."
"When I get back, I'll slowly concoct the antidote." Shen Zhen's face was pale as he forced a smile. He knew that even though he hadn't activated the Deadly Body Technique, the poison and his injuries had taken a significant amount of damage.
He couldn't tell this to his sister. He then looked at Shen Wan Lin guiltily, "Sister, I've dragged you down."
"No, if it weren't for this, I would have married this heartless and unscrupulous Zhang Ping. I'm the one who's pitiful."
When Shen Zhen heard this, he nodded his head and changed the topic, "You were drugged. Was it that person who saved you?"
"Yes, his surname was Pei."
"His surname was Pei?" Shen Zhen fell into deep thought, and didn't speak immediately. After some time, he said, "Although he used a sword, he did use our Shen family's blade techniques to kill people."
"Didn't you notice that this person fought with our Shen family's blade techniques? Every time he killed an enemy, he would learn a few more variations."
"The Shen family's thirty-seven stances refers to the thirty-seven variations of our family's blade techniques. Every variation is a killing move."
"I saw it just now. This person killed sixteen people in a row, and learned twenty-one variations of his blade techniques. That's unbelievable."
"The scariest thing was that once he learned every variation, it was extremely pure. It was as though he had practiced it for ten years. There were even some slight changes. When I thought about it carefully, my hair stood on end. This was an improvement."
As Shen Zhen spoke up to this point, he revealed a look of fear, "This is too terrifying. His surname is Pei. Which family in the martial arts world has the surname Pei?"
Shen Wan Lin hesitated before saying, "He doesn't seem to be a martial artist. On the way here, I asked him about it. He said he was a scholar, and was a High Scholar."
"Scholar? High Scholar? " Shen Zhen paused before a thought flashed across his mind. He opened his mouth wide in disbelief, "Could it be that he's the famous Top Scorer Pei whose name shook Ying Prefecture?"
Shen Zhen had heard of Pei Zi Yun's name before. However, they were from two different worlds. Hence, Shen Zhen would never have guessed that this terrifying person was the famous Top Scorer Pei of Ying Prefecture!
"No, I can't catch up to him. I can only sacrifice this horse." At this point, Pei Zi Yun was still riding the horse. However, he wasn't proficient in riding. He could see that Meng Luo Gong's horse was traveling at a much faster speed. He then pointed a finger at the horse's head, causing its eyes to turn bloodshot.
"Meng Luo Gong, you won't be able to escape." Pei Zi Yun drew closer.
"What demonic technique did you use on this horse? It's obviously an ordinary horse. How can it travel at such a speed?" Meng Luo Gong turned around to look, his face contorted in anger. Although he knew it was a Dao technique, he couldn't help but curse it out loud.
However, it seemed like it had reached its destination. Seeing that Pei Zi Yun was chasing after it, it leaped off the horse and ran into the forest. Pei Zi Yun followed suit and ran into the forest.
The forest wasn't very big. Meng Luo Gong passed through it and saw a huge river. There was a huge boat in front of him. He leaped onto the boat and landed on the deck.
"Someone's coming?" Pei Zi Yun leaped onto the boat as well.
At this point, someone pulled out a blade. The blade was like the autumn waters as it dashed towards Pei Zi Yun. Strangely, there was no sound of wind or thunder. The blade drew an arc as it shot towards Pei Zi Yun!
It was like the shape of the clouds, the changes of the wind.
"Zhang Ping?" Pei Zi Yun stabbed forward, his sword gleaming with a cold light. With a 'pu' sound, their shadows split apart. Zhang Ping retreated two steps, as his right side of his robes was ripped apart. There was a deep sword wound on his chest, revealing his green undergarments.
"Shen Family Thirty Seven Techniques?" Zhang Ping exclaimed in shock as he touched his chest.
"Aren't you guys using the Shen Family Thirty Seven Techniques as well?" Pei Zi Yun laughed, "Meng Luo Gong, Zhang Ping, you've both stolen the Shen family's blade techniques. It's really bad luck for the Shen family to marry you guys."
"However, according to the intelligence reports, Zhang Ping, you've only practiced this blade technique for three years, and you've already reached the eighth level."
"Meng Luo Gong, you've been living like a dog your entire life. The Shen family has been teaching you blade techniques for twenty years now, and you've only reached the seventh level."
Meng Luo Gong's pupils shrank as he gripped his blade tightly, "You're the thief. How do you know the Shen Family Thirty Seven Techniques? Was it Shen Zhen or that bitch Shen Wan Lin who gave it to you? "
"You've only realized it now? Even if I'm using a sword, hmph hmph, it seems like you're good at scheming. But in terms of sword techniques, you're just average. "
Pei Zi Yun laughed coldly, "All of you come at me together!"
"Kill him!" At this point, someone on the deck shouted out. The two men behind Zhang Ping drew their blades at the same time and attacked.
By now, the entire gang had evolved to the point where they would all attack together. Apart from a few people who had a strong sense of heroism, nobody dared to fight alone.
"The shape of the clouds, the changes of the wind, there's nothing to think about!" Pei Zi Yun shouted out, as his sword gleamed like a rainbow, piercing through the two men. A 'pu pu pu' sound could be heard, as the two men straightened their bodies and screamed in pain. A large crack appeared on their bodies, as fresh blood gushed out, and their internal organs were squeezed out.
Zhang Ping and Meng Luo Gong quickly gathered together, their faces were filled with shock. They felt their hair stand on end, "The Shen Family Thirty Seven Techniques is the ninth level, or the tenth level?"
"You've actually cultivated to this level!"
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