"Fortunately, I'm not too late. I can send you on your way."
A black-robed old man with a sinister expression and the eyes of an eagle suddenly flashed out from behind the bushes. He was twenty meters away and laughed loudly.
His laughter was wild and unbridled, but his gloomy eyes were filled with dread as he looked at the long blade in Wenwen's hand. In the past half a month, many of his subordinates had suffered greatly under this long blade and turned into ghosts.
But today, this young miss of the Wen family should be an arrow at the end of its flight. The people he brought were also unprecedentedly sufficient. It was time to end this.
As Third Uncle flashed out, more and more people stood out from all directions.
But this was only the arrangement on the surface. Who knew how many assassins and martial artists were hiding and spying on them in the dark.
Wenwen was calm in the face of this. She only narrowed her eyes as she looked at her once incomparably familiar and trusted Third Uncle. Endless disappointment and pain appeared in her eyes.
In the end, it had still come to this.
"Actually, I was just testing you. Before, I wasn't certain that Third Uncle was the mastermind. You really disappoint me." As Wenwen spoke, she grabbed the long blade. Her left hand gripped the scabbard, her right hand gripped the hilt, and she slowly pulled out the blade.
Third Uncle Wen snorted, "Don't be so naive. You've already come to this point and you still want to reminisce with me?"
Wenwen shook her head, "I don't want to reminisce, I just feel regret."
As she slowly pulled out the long blade, she looked around her surroundings. Her eyes gradually focused as she felt an unprecedented amount of internal strength slowly surging within her body. However, she forcefully suppressed it. If Third Uncle knew that she had become a Wen Zong, he would probably turn around and run without any hesitation.
"Regret? Hahaha, what is there to regret! Winner takes all, it's only right and proper! " Third Uncle Wen suddenly opened his mouth and laughed crazily, "If you want to blame someone, you can only blame yourself and your father for being inflexible and being stuck in the same old ways! Who can you blame for falling to this state today? You only have yourself to blame! "
Wenwen raised her finger and pointed at the black-clothed and green-clothed people that were gradually surrounding them. She sneered, "A dignified member of the Wen family actually colluded with outsiders to harm your own people. Is this your ability? Isn't it better for us to be complacent than to invite a wolf into the house? "
Third Uncle Wen pressed forward. "Idiot! Stubborn! Foolish and ignorant! As long as I have the last laugh, what's the harm in borrowing external help or not? "
"Are you the one who poisoned my father?"
"You should go to hell and ask your Second Uncle yourself!"
"What?! Second Uncle is dead? "Wenwen's hand that was about to pull out the saber suddenly trembled.
Uncle Wen grinned. "Of course!"
"How could you be so ruthless!" Wenwen's lips began to tremble. It was clear that the news of Second Uncle Wen's death had greatly impacted her.
Third Uncle Wen finally tore off his mask. "Why can't I do it? I still don't understand why all the benefits should belong to you! Just because your father and second uncle are the eldest son? Do you think I, a concubine, deserve to be your slave since I was born? I've had enough! Look at what your good-for-nothing father has done to the Nian Family! Even small fries like the Poison Clan and Dark Clan dare to abuse their power over the Wen Family. Why do you think the Wen Family has fallen to this state? Do you really think that your good-for-nothing father can protect you? If it wasn't for his incompetence, I wouldn't have had the opportunity to take advantage of you, and you wouldn't have been coveted by others. This is the biggest joke in the world! "
Wenwen was shocked. "What? Who's coveting me? Tell me! "
Third Uncle Wen was already impatient. He only felt that Wen Wen was stalling for time. Seeing that his encirclement was getting tighter and tighter, Wen Wen was unable to escape even if she had wings. However, he simply waved his hand, "Alright, enough nonsense! Hand over the Wen Zong Token! I, Wen Zhengyun, have the final say in the Wen Family! I, Wen Zhengyun, will only listen to my voice! As for you, the so-called Missy, go to hell and accompany your Second Uncle. Don't worry, it won't be long before your good-for-nothing father comes down to reunite with your family! "
Faced with the encirclement, Wenwen gradually hid all the emotions on her face. "Let me ask you, who's coveting me? Also, there will only be one person's voice in the Wen Family in the future. Unfortunately, it's not you. Also, Third Uncle, you've made a mistake. You're not a concubine. To be precise, you're not even a member of the Wen Family. You're just a lucky person who was picked up from outside when he was about to starve to death. Only my father and I know about this. "
"What!" The secret that Wenwen suddenly revealed made Third Uncle Wen's subordinates pause in their steps.
Third Uncle Wen hurriedly shouted, "Don't listen to her nonsense. She's trying to sow discord! How can I not be of the Wen Family's blood! "
"Those who aren't of the same clan must have a different heart. A wolf's ambition is nothing more than this. I should've killed you on behalf of my father long ago. It's my fault that this has led to today's bitter outcome. I was too soft-hearted. "
Wenwen finally pulled out her long knife. She threw the scabbard away with her left hand and gripped the hilt tightly with both hands, holding it vertically in front of her.
"Shut up! Don't you dare try to sow discord! "Third Uncle Wen heard that Wenwen was becoming more and more serious. How could he calm down?
"Sow discord? No, there's no need for that. You'll never understand the power of a Wen Zong realm cultivator! I want to kill all of you, there's no need to sow discord! "
As soon as she finished speaking, a powerful inner strength that belonged to a Wen Zong realm cultivator erupted from her body. It flowed through her entire body and directly passed through the Conception and Governing Vessels that had already been opened. In an instant, bursts of energy surged out from her body. There was even a strong gust of wind that blew two to three meters around her.
Feeling the energy surging out from Wenwen's body, Third Uncle Wen's face suddenly paled. He then turned around in a panic, feeling as if the sky had collapsed. A thought crazily roared in his heart. How could she break through to the Wen Zong realm so easily at this age!
This was impossible!
He couldn't fight her head-on. Run!
Previously, he thought that Wenwen was stalling for time. Now he knew that Wenwen's plan was to purposely let him gather everyone so that she could kill them all!
"You want to run? Too late? " Wenwen lightly tiptoed and her entire body pounced forward like lightning. The two meter long blade slashed across and blood splattered five steps away.
"Block her for me! Block her for me! Otherwise, all of your families will die! Not a single one of you is allowed to run! "
While Third Uncle Wen was shouting, he was running for his life. Those Wen family traitors who came with him, one by one, showed a bitter expression and straightened their backs.
Wenwen let go of all her mercy and brought out all her anger and killing intent.
Dark red flowers of blood wildly bloomed in this forest. After learning of her second uncle's death, Wenwen completely let go of the shackles in her heart and released the darkest demon in the depths of her heart.
Faced with Third Uncle Wen's betrayal, faced with the fact that her father had been poisoned, faced with the news of her second uncle's death, and then thought of how she had been constantly running and struggling for her life for an entire month. From the moment she made her move, Wenwen's eyes turned red from killing. Her eyes became blood red. People were emotionless, and the blade was even more emotionless.
Her body transformed into a mountain spirit. Her steps were like a ghost, her sharp blade slicing through the air and cutting trees. Every time she swung her blade, she would either cut a fleeing rebel in two or cut the tree and the person behind it in two.
A Wen Zong expert who had opened the Conception and Governing Vessels, even if there was a slight difference in their cultivation, was like heaven and earth when compared to a Skin Strength martial artist. They could not be mentioned in the same breath.
Third Uncle Wen fled in panic. He used all his strength, but he could still hear the screams coming from behind him. Every scream represented a life being harvested.
The red light of the rising sun shone over the small forest in the suburbs of Yan Kingdom. Birds flew away in fright and trees collapsed everywhere.
The red light, the red blood, the green trees, the greenish-brown bark, and the yellowish branches that had been cut off. This part of the forest had been painted by Wenwen with blood and blade.
Third Uncle Wen felt that his steps were getting weaker. It was not that he had run out of strength, but that despair was gradually enveloping him. He clenched the iron umbrella in his hand. This was the weapon that he relied on for a living, but he did not think that he could block a single strike from Wenwen.
Her blade was too fast, too fierce, and too ruthless.
Was this the power of a Wen Zong?
It made people feel despair at first glance. It was difficult to resist, and they only wanted to stretch their necks to be chopped off.
But Third Uncle Wen was still running. He looked at the mountain in the distance. That was his final trump card. Whether he could survive or not depended on this move.
An hour ago, as expected, Chen Guang had given the innkeeper a good scolding. Fortunately, he had brought a lot of money with him. He decisively slapped the innkeeper's face with a stack of red bills, appeasing her anger.
The cute innkeeper almost hung on Chen Guang. Not daring to delay, Chen Guang carried his backpack and ran.
He was like a headless fly, he didn't know where to go. Wen Wen didn't want to let him go just like that, but when she asked him where he should go to find her, he couldn't think of a way to find her.
After wandering around Yan Kingdom for a while, he finally remembered that he was the chief instructor of Shunde's special training camp. He picked up the phone and called Qian Ming. Qian Ming did not dare to delay and immediately transferred him to the Skynet Surveillance Center. Chen Guang gave his military number, and the Skynet Surveillance Center immediately turned the Skynet Surveillance System that could be mobilized in this small town of Yan Kingdom.
Fifteen minutes later, the highly efficient state machine finally gave him a piece of useful information. It was the general direction in which Wenwen had left.
Chen Guang only needed to know the direction and then he would give chase. He plunged into the mountains. Since he had nothing to do, he would chase her for a day and search for her for a day.
If he could not find her, he would accept his fate!
"Third Uncle, stop running. Obediently stretch out your neck to be executed."
Wenwen stepped on a tree branch and floated in the air. Wen Zong's internal force made her as light as a swallow. She borrowed the force of the force and was extremely fast.
Third Uncle Wen felt a sharp pain coming from the back of his neck, but he endured the pain and fell forward on his back. He rolled on the ground and swung his iron umbrella horizontally, but there was only a clang and a flash of saber light. The iron umbrella was cut in half, and the weapon that had accompanied him for decades was cut in two. One half was still in his hand, and the other fell to the ground.
"Wenwen, please let me go. I know I was wrong."
He rolled on the ground and fell to the ground. Third Uncle Wen's head was like a chick pecking wood, kowtowing desperately on the ground.
Blood dripped down from Wenwen's long saber, leaving a long mark on her back. A little further, the road behind her was a mess. There were crooked tree trunks and broken limbs everywhere.
Over a hundred corpses were left behind on this 500-meter-long chase.
Wenwen gently placed the blade on Third Uncle Wen's neck. "Tell me, is there an antidote for the poison in my father's body? Who is coveting me? Who else is supporting you from behind? "
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