Luo Jian flew into a rage out of humiliation. A huge cyan sword appeared in his right hand in an instant as he swung it towards Changyang Hu's shoulder.
Changyang Hu's reaction was not slow either. His vigilance had already reached its peak when he was surrounded by these people. Just as Luo Jian summoned his Saint Weapon, a huge yellow axe immediately appeared in his hand. He fearlessly swung it towards Luo Jian's huge sword.
Just as the two of them were about to fight, the surrounding people very sensibly retreated a few steps to avoid being affected.
"Bang!"
Luo Jian's huge sword and Changyang Hu's huge axe collided with a loud sound of metal clashing. The two Saint Weapons collided in the air and immediately separated. Because of the powerful recoil, both of them could not stop themselves from retreating at the same time. Changyang Hu retreated a full four or five steps before stabilizing himself, while Luo Jian only retreated a few steps before stabilizing himself.
In this exchange, anyone with a discerning eye could see that Changyang Hu was at a disadvantage. Although Luo Jian's wind attributed Saint Weapon focused on speed and was relatively weaker in terms of attack, his strength had already reached the level of an intermediate Saint. Even if Changyang Hu's earth attributed Saint Weapon was slightly stronger in terms of defense, he was still no match for Luo Jian. After all, Changyang Hu had just become a Saint.
Luo Jian did not plan to let Changyang Hu off so easily. His body flashed with a cyan light as gusts of wind constantly revolved around his body. Luo Jian arrived in front of Changyang Hu at an extremely fast speed. His huge sword left behind a cyan light in the air as he chopped towards Changyang Hu at an extremely fast speed. With his wind attributed Saint Force, Luo Jian's speed was much faster than the others.
Changyang Hu's expression suddenly changed. Luo Jian's attack was so fast that he did not have any extra time to counterattack. In the end, he could only barely raise the huge axe in his hand to block.
"Changyang Hu, die!"
However, just as Changyang Hu used the huge axe in his hand to block Luo Jian's huge sword, an angry roar rang out from the side. Ka Di Yun slashed towards Changyang Hu with a huge sword in his hand, directly chopping at Changyang Hu's right arm.
The intense pain caused Changyang Hu to groan. Ka Di Yun had clearly used a lot of strength in this attack, leaving a deep wound on Changyang Hu's arm.
Because of the huge injury to his arm, Changyang Hu was unable to maintain the Saint Weapon in his hand. The huge axe once again turned into a beam of energy and disappeared in his hand.
Luo Jian's eyes flashed with a sharp light. He once again swung the huge sword in his hand across Changyang Hu's chest. The sharp tip of the sword easily cut through Changyang Hu's uniform, leaving a deep wound on his chest. Immediately, a torrent of blood flowed out from his body, quickly dyeing the front of his uniform red.
The intense pain caused the muscles on Changyang Hu's face to twitch slightly, but he did not let out a single scream.
"Changyang Hu, you didn't think that you would have such a day, did you?" Luo Jian laughed loudly, his face filled with malice. The resentment he had for Changyang Hu naturally would not be so easily resolved. He once again swung the huge sword in his hand, adding another wound to Changyang Hu's body.
Changyang Hu's eyes were filled with resentment as he stared at Luo Jian. He angrily said, "Luo Jian, you useless thing. If you have the guts, go fight with my fourth brother. Let's see if he won't beat you until you're looking for your teeth on the ground."
Hearing this, Luo Jian's face suddenly became gloomy. He immediately took a step forward and directly kicked at Changyang Hu.
Changyang Hu's eyes flashed. Just as Luo Jian's foot was about to reach his face, he suddenly stretched out his left hand and firmly grabbed Luo Jian's foot. He then pulled back with all his strength.
Luo Jian's body suddenly lost balance and directly fell to the ground.
"Ha!" Changyang Hu angrily shouted. His left hand formed a fist, and all the Saint Force in his body gathered on his fist. He then fiercely smashed at Luo Jian who had fallen to the ground.
Luo Jian's reaction was not slow. Just as his body fell to the ground, he immediately bounced up from the ground, narrowly dodging Changyang Hu's full strength punch.
"Bang!"
Changyang Hu's fist directly smashed into the ground, creating a deep crater. His fist had already completely sunk into the ground.
"Changyang Hu, you're courting death!" Luo Jian's handsome face was pale with anger. He angrily shouted, and all the Saint Force of the Wind Attribute gathered on his fist. He then fiercely punched Changyang Hu's chest as fast as lightning.
"Pfft!" Changyang Hu spat out a mouthful of blood. His body was directly sent flying by Luo Jian's punch. He flew for a distance of four or five meters before crashing to the ground.
Just as Luo Jian wanted to rush up and beat up Changyang Hu, Cheng Mingxiang suddenly stopped in front of him and said, "Luo Jian, it's enough to teach him a lesson. Our main target is Jianchen, not Changyang Hu. Let's first ask him about Changyang Shōten's whereabouts."
Luo Jian slowly nodded and did not say anything. If other people came out to stop him, he would definitely disdain them. However, Luo Jian did not want to offend Cheng Mingxiang.
Cheng Mingxiang came in front of Changyang Hu and sneered, "Changyang Hu, where is Changyang Shōten?"
Changyang Hu struggled to get up from the ground. His face was now pale, and blood kept flowing from the corner of his mouth. Fortunately, his Saint Force was of the Earth Attribute, so his defense was stronger. Otherwise, if it was someone else, they would not have had the strength to get up from the ground.
Changyang Hu slowly glanced at the dozen youths and said in a deep voice, "I don't know. Even if I did, I wouldn't tell you." Although Changyang Hu was very confident in Jianchen's strength, he could tell at a glance that the dozen youths were all Saints. He did not think that Jianchen could defeat so many people by himself.
Cheng Mingxiang's expression changed slightly, and he immediately became gloomy. He said coldly, "Changyang Hu, I'll ask you again. Where is Changyang Shōten?"
Changyang Hu sneered, "I said I don't know."
"Hmph!" Cheng Mingxiang coldly snorted and punched Changyang Hu in the face, knocking Changyang Hu to the ground again. He said coldly, "Are you going to tell me or not?"
Changyang Hu's eyes burned with rage. He struggled to get up from the ground again and said angrily, "I won't tell you. Cheng Mingxiang, you better kill me today. Otherwise, I, Changyang Hu, swear that I will make you regret it in the future."
Cheng Mingxiang's face showed a trace of disdain, "Changyang Hu, what qualifications do you have to say that? Just because of your identity as the young master of Changyang Prefecture? Hmph, my Huayun Sect does not put a mere Changyang Prefecture in our eyes." As soon as he finished speaking, Cheng Mingxiang's eyes flashed with a cold light. His right hand formed a fist, and a fiery red light flickered on his fist. He directly punched Changyang Hu in the head and said angrily, "Are you going to tell me or not?"
Changyang Hu's head was broken and bleeding from Cheng Mingxiang's fist. Blood flowed from his forehead and quickly rolled down his resolute face, making him look incomparably fierce.
"I'll fight you to the death!" Changyang Hu could no longer bear it. A huge cyan axe appeared in his left hand, and he roared as he swung it at Cheng Mingxiang.
A huge fiery red sword appeared in Cheng Mingxiang's hand, and he easily blocked Changyang Hu's attack. Not to mention that Changyang Hu was currently seriously injured, and he was using the axe in his left hand that he was not familiar with, even if he was in his peak condition, he would definitely not be Cheng Mingxiang's opponent.
Cheng Mingxiang looked at Changyang Hu in disdain, and said mockingly, "Changyang Hu, I advise you to obediently tell me the whereabouts of Changyang Shōten, and save yourself from physical pain."
Changyang Hu gasped for breath. At this moment, he was surprisingly calm. He was very clear in his heart that if he continued to stay here, he would definitely be in danger. He carefully looked at the surrounding terrain, and after making some mental calculations, he immediately put away his Saint Weapon, turned around, and ran in the direction of the Academy's field.
This small forest was very remote. Usually, almost no one would pass by here, and what happened here would naturally not be known by the outside world. He believed that once he ran to a place with many people, Cheng Mingxiang and the others would definitely not dare to make a move. Moreover, he had many good friends in the Academy. Although Changyang Hu did not expect them to help him fight against Cheng Mingxiang, at least they could still report to the Academy's teachers and the Vice Principal.
Seeing that Changyang Hu was actually running in the direction of the Academy's field, Cheng Mingxiang's expression changed slightly, and he immediately shouted, "Quickly stop him."
The dozen or so youths standing behind him who had not made a move immediately rushed forward, and quickly chased after Changyang Hu. Cheng Mingxiang's body also turned into a sharp sword, and shot towards Changyang Hu at an extremely fast speed.
Changyang Hu was now seriously injured, and simply could not outrun the crowd. In a short moment, the people behind him had already closed the distance by a lot.
Looking at the rapidly approaching enemies behind him, Changyang Hu understood that they would probably catch up to him before he could run out of the small forest. Thinking of this, Changyang Hu gritted his teeth, and his advancing body suddenly stopped, and then ran in the opposite direction into the depths of the small forest.
Changyang Hu's sudden change of direction made everyone behind him feel very surprised, but immediately, a cold smile appeared on everyone's face, and the speed of the chase also slowed down.
The group of people behind Changyang Hu fanned out and chased after him unhurriedly. Beside Cheng Mingxiang, Luo Jian sneered and said, "Looking at the direction in which Changyang Hu is running, he is most likely going to find Changyang Shōten."
Cheng Mingxiang nodded slightly and said, "It makes sense. It seems that Changyang Shōten is really not in the Academy."
Changyang Hu was running with all his strength in front. Now, not only was his forehead covered in blood, even his school uniform was dyed red by blood, looking incomparably miserable. He did not know where Jianchen was, but he knew that in the depths of the small forest, there was a hillside that was not high. The hillside's terrain was complex, and the trees were much more lush, very suitable for hiding. In a situation where there was no hope of returning to the Academy, Changyang Hu's only way was to use the complex terrain of the hillside to shake off the group of people behind him.
However, Changyang Hu might have forgotten that in the morning, when Jianchen finished teaching him about skills, he also left in the direction he was going now.
Under a waterfall on the hillside, a young man wearing a school uniform was practicing swordsmanship on the grass not far from the pool. The young man's figure was relatively thin, and his long black hair reached his waist. He had a very handsome and resolute face, and a pair of eyes that shone with a sharp light like a sword, making people unable to look directly at him.
In the young man's hand was a four foot long, two fingers wide silver-white thin long sword. On the sword's surface, there were two large words written in flamboyant calligraphy — — Breeze.
The young man stood there quietly, holding the long sword in his hand, the tip of the sword slanted to the ground. His whole body was as motionless as a mountain.
At this moment, a gleam of light flashed through the young man's eyes. At this moment, his body began to move without any warning. His body arched as he rapidly moved on the spot. The silver-white sword in his hand had completely turned into a white blur. Countless sword shadows constantly flashed through the white blur, leaving only afterimages in the air.
The young man's mysterious footwork allowed him to move back and forth in a fixed area. His movements were like moving clouds and flowing water. He was extremely agile, just like a cunning rabbit. The speed at which he stabbed his sword was unbelievably fast, making it impossible for the naked eye to catch him.
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