Chapter 235
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After the sword-scarred youth appeared, he took out a scroll and compared it with Lin Yun.
The portrait of the person on the scroll was 80% similar to Lin Yun. Clearly, it was Lin Yun himself.
"You're Lin Yun?" The sword-scarred youth casually threw the scroll aside and looked at Lin Yun like a sword.
Lin Yun didn't say anything but carefully observed the sword-scarred youth.
Be it appearance or temperament, this youth was similar to Jiang Shijian and Kang Nam-gun. Clearly, he was also from the Jiang Clan.
"My name is Jiang Wuying. Remember this name so that you can report to the King of Hell when you go to hell." The sword-scarred youth announced his identity without any hesitation, as if he had already sentenced Lin Yun to death.
Back in Qingyun City, Lin Yun had already formed a feud with the Jiang Clan. Therefore, he wasn't surprised that the Jiang Clan had sent someone to kill him.
Lin Yun didn't say anything, but the leader of the black-clothed men spoke first. He cupped his fists at Jiang Wuying and said, "So you're from the Jiang Clan. Sorry for not recognizing you."
"Our goal is actually the same as yours. We're all here to take this kid's life. Why don't you join forces with us …"
Before the black-clothed man could finish his words, Jiang Wuying waved his hand and interrupted him.
"Join forces?"
Jiang Wuying sneered and looked at the black-clothed men in disdain. "You trash, what qualifications do you have to join forces with me?
Furthermore, with my strength, do I need to join forces with others to kill a Level Four Martial Warrior? "
Hearing Jiang Wuying's words, the mouths of all the black-clothed men twitched.
"Since you're so confident, then we can rest assured and hand this kid over to you. We'll take our leave now." The leader of the black-clothed men cupped his fists and was about to leave with his men.
But just as he turned around, Jiang Wuying's cold voice came from behind.
"Stop!"
Hearing Jiang Wuying's voice, the black-clothed leader stopped in his tracks. He twisted his rusty neck and looked at Jiang Wuying with eyes filled with fear.
A sharp killing intent flashed in Jiang Wuying's eyes. "Today, no one can walk out of here alive! The few of you can be buried with him! "
After he finished speaking, the atmosphere of the entire scene became extremely oppressive.
All the black-clothed men present felt a chill rising from the soles of their feet, and in an instant, a chill spread through their entire bodies.
The leader of the black-robed men tried to beg for mercy. "To be honest, we were sent by Elder Bragging Simon. I hope that Your Excellency will give face to Elder Bragging Simon and be magnanimous enough to spare our lives. "
"Since you are Bragging Simon's men, there is no way I will let you go." Jiang Wuying immediately mobilized the energy within his body, gathering a large amount of it upon his treasured sword.
Jiang Shijian had specifically reminded him that the assassination of Lin Yun had to be carried out flawlessly. He couldn't leave any traces behind, and he couldn't let Bragging Simon's people find out about it.
This was because once Bragging Simon's men found out, the Jiang family's weakness would fall into Bragging Simon's hands.
When the Yuzhou Marquis investigated the matter, Bragging Simon would expose the Jiang Family and push the blame for Lin Yun's death to the Jiang Family.
Only by killing all of Bragging Simon's men would there be no evidence and Bragging Simon wouldn't be able to shirk the responsibility.
Hearing Jiang Wuying's words, the black-clothed man no longer begged for mercy. Instead, he raised his sword and placed it in front of his chest. "If that's the case, we can only fight!"
The other black-clothed men looked at each other before raising their swords as well, preparing to face the attack.
At this moment, the energy on Jiang Wuying's treasured sword had been accumulated to the maximum.
Decrimination Cut!
Jiang Wuying waved his hand horizontally.
The area where the sword passed through instantly formed a translucent blade of Qi that was more than ten meters wide. It swept across the ground.
At that moment, everyone's pupils constricted as a look of horror flashed across their eyes.
This was the same move that had cut through the forest in front of them and killed countless Blue-Eyed Demonic Wolves!
Decrimination Cut was a Mystic-ranked low-grade martial arts technique. It only required three seconds of accumulation to produce a powerful attack. In terms of lethality, it was the strongest of all the Mystic-ranked low-grade martial arts!
The translucent blade of Qi was extremely fast. In the blink of an eye, it had sliced through a few surviving Blue-Eyed Demonic Wolves and continued sweeping towards the black-clothed men.
The black-clothed men didn't dare to be slow as they all fell to the ground.
Even Lin Yun had no choice but to get up from the ground.
Whoosh —
Accompanied by an ear-piercing buzzing sound, the translucent blade of Qi swept past the black-clothed men.
One of the black-clothed men was slightly slower and didn't manage to fall to the ground in time. The blade of Qi sliced off half of his head and killed him on the spot.
After the translucent blade of Qi swept past the black-clothed men, it swept past the feet of Lin Yun and cut off the head of the bearded man before flying out of the cliff.
"Let's go!" After the translucent blade of Qi swept past, the leader of the black-clothed men immediately led his companions and charged towards Jiang Wuying.
"A bunch of trash!" Jiang Wuying snorted in disdain as he faced the black-clothed men head-on with his sword.
Just as the two of them were about to clash, Jiang Wuying suddenly thrust his sword forward. The moment the sword was thrust out, it actually split into dozens of phantoms, as though dozens of swords had appeared.
This was the core inheritance of the Jiang Family — Phantom Sword Art!
Jiang Wuying wasn't only a direct descendant of the Jiang Family, but he was also a genius second only to Kang Nam-gun. The inheritance of the family that he could come into contact with was naturally the core.
The Phantom Sword Art that he had displayed was definitely not something that anyone that Lin Yun had encountered before could compare to.
The leader of the black-clothed men who bore the brunt of the attack was instantly turned into a hornet's nest by the countless sword phantoms.
Following that, the black-clothed men who charged up later also died tragically under the sword phantoms.
In just the blink of an eye, all the black-clothed men had fallen to the ground without any signs of life.
The bearded middle-aged man who was curled up in the corner and shivering had completely gone mad.
He simply couldn't believe that such a powerful group of black-clothed men were all killed by this young man in the blink of an eye!
It was simply unimaginable just how terrifying this young man's strength was.
After getting rid of all the black-clothed men, Jiang Wuying's sword-like gaze finally landed back on Lin Yun. "All the hindrances have been taken care of. You're the only one left now."
As he spoke, Jiang Wuying's gaze was constantly on Lin Yun. He didn't even look at the bearded middle-aged man who was curled up in the corner. It was obvious that he had completely ignored him.
Lin Yun didn't say anything but silently activated the Berserk Ring on his finger.
A faint red light flashed on the Berserk Ring, and an extremely violent energy was released from the ring, instantly filling up Lin Yun's body.
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