Chapter 9: Counter Kill

  Wang Haichuan's face turned red with anger, "If you want to fight, then fight, what's the point of talking?"

  The ugly Hanzi sneered: "It's not that I look down on you, if we really fight, none of you can escape. Of course, there is still a chance now... one, two..."

  Liu Tao's smile faded away, and he said in a cold tone: "You really want to be at odds with us."

  "Five, six, seven..." The ugly man didn't respond, staring at the crowd as if they were dead.

  Ye Chen and Liu Tao exchanged a glance, the meaning in their eyes was very clear.

  "Nine! Take them down!" As soon as the words fell, the ugly man drew his big knife and launched an attack on several people with a leap in mid-air.

  People generally think they will count to ten before making a move, but this is actually their tactic, repeatedly used to perfection, easily catching opponents off guard. The ugly man's real name was Ma Wu, a notorious thug from another city who had fled and joined the Jianghu underworld. He once served as a bodyguard for the Wang family, but later became infatuated with the beauty of Miss Wang and, not wanting to do things by halves, took advantage of the darkness one night to brutally murder her, his ruthless methods leaving people aghast.

  Liu Tao, Wang Haichuan and others were all stunned, only Ye Chen was prepared early. This wasn't because he had rich experience in the jianghu, but actually he didn't have much experience at all. It was just that his soul force was very strong, so he could discover deceit from Ma Wu's subtle movements.

  Inner energy surged to its limits, Ye Chen's body shifted to one side, his hands grasping the sword as it slashed out horizontally, unleashing the eighth form of the Soaring Cloud Sword Technique: 'Flowing Water'.

  Ma Wu was stunned at first, thinking that he had a clever plan but his opponent would be careless. However, it turned out that both of them were being cautious, and in the end, Ma Wu was caught off guard.

  Like a flash of lightning, Ma Wudao's blade flashed by, grazing Ye Feng's fine steel sword.

  "Clang!" "Plop!"

  In the midst of the Mars splashing, Ma Wu's waist was cut out with a sword mark, and fresh blood oozed out, suffering some superficial injuries.

  Everyone couldn't believe their eyes, a cultivator at the sixth layer of Qi Refining was actually able to wound a cultivator at the tenth layer of Qi Refining with just one sword strike, it's like seeing a ghost.

  Little did he know that Ye Chen was also secretly lamenting the missed opportunity. If Ma Wu had reacted a bit slower, his sword would have definitely inflicted severe injuries. In retreat, if the opponent's skills were slightly inferior, the knife edge would not have been able to deflect his attack, and the sword scar could have been an inch deeper. This is the lethal power of the Xingyun Sword Technique when practiced to perfection, and it's not just about having high-level martial arts skills that can hurt people.

  "The tenth layer of Qi Refining Realm is indeed not to be underestimated by martial artists." The first sword was ineffective, and Ye Chen's second sword arrived, the ninth move of Xingyun Swordsmanship, "Night Light Movement".

  In an instant, a dark, watery sword light spread out, as if the air was no longer air, but a deep pool of water on a quiet night, unfathomably deep.

  "Damn it, how can this kid's swordsmanship be so high?"

  Ma Wudao's scalp went numb, and his eyes immediately revealed a fierce glint. His large knife, imbued with the power of tearing through the air, flashed towards the center of Ruoshui Jian Guang like lightning, seeking to destroy his opponent's sword momentum. If he failed, the situation would be unfavorable for him.

  Wow!

  A blow full of power and momentum fell empty, Ma Wudai was shocked and lost color, his feet kicked the ground and hastily retreated.

  Ye Chen seemed to have anticipated this situation, and with a swift movement, he charged out, his sword changing direction, bringing up a bright arc that countered back, precisely the treacherous Lone Peak Thirteen Swords.

  Ma Wuyan's eyes flashed with a fierce light, and his left hand, full of inner energy, slapped towards the sword blade, shouting: "You detestable little devil, go to hell!"

  Boom!

  The tenth layer of Qi Refining Realm, a martial artist is not so easy to kill. A strong gust of air bursts out like a hurricane, easily sending Ye Dust's body flying.

  Unexpectedly, Ye Chen seemed to have lost his weight, lightly floating on the ground, and suddenly his momentum changed drastically, like a high mountain collapsing, he pressed forward again, and the bright sword light pierced through in an instant.

  Hmph!

  The sword tip pierced through Ma Wu's neck and came out at the back of his head, swift and clean.

  A warrior on the verge of achieving True Realm was killed by Ye Chen with just one sword, as easily as drinking tea or eating a meal. This also allowed Ye Chen to initially understand his own combat strength and, more importantly, the lethality of the Lone Peak Thirteen Swords.

  He drew his sword and shook off the blood on it, Ye Chen made an effort to dispel the distracting thoughts after killing someone, looked around and found that others had also joined the battle, seven or eight fierce big men were surrounding Liu Tao's five people and launching attacks, the sound of weapons colliding was like stir-frying beans, continuous and intense.

  "Get out of here!" Liu Tao's fists flew out in a flurry of punches, instantly sending several people flying.

  But one of them retreated only three steps back, his chest clothes torn open, but his body was unscathed.

  Liu Tao's pupils contracted, "Horizontal Practice!"

  That man has a wide mouth. He is two meters tall, with a tiger's back and bear's waist, his chest muscles bulging like a small hill, as hard as iron, still faintly showing a dark blue color, not like human flesh.

  "Haha, the kung fu I've been practicing is Iron Shirt. With daily rubbing and soaking in medicinal wine, I've already trained to have a copper skin and iron bones. As long as my internal energy doesn't disperse, no matter how many times you hit me, it's nothing! Come on!"

  "Looking for death."

  The speaker was Wang Haichuan. He held a green dragon halberd and swept it in a circle, forcing back the several people who were attacking him. His body spun around again, and he thrust his spear at the opponent with a "returning horse" move.

  This tall and powerful Hanzi didn't dare to slack off, knowing that no matter how hard Tie BuShan trained, he couldn't make his body as hard as steel. He wasn't afraid of ordinary blunt instruments, but being pierced by a sharp blade would be the end of him. What's more, Wan HaiChuan's move was fierce and overbearing, probably even able to pierce through iron armor.

  With both hands clasped together, the tall and robust man suddenly grasped the hilt of the Green Dragon Halberd, not allowing it to advance an inch.

  Seizing the opportunity, Liu Tao flew forward and landed in front of his opponent, with a palm that lightly floated up.

  Pfft!

  Like an iron hammer pounding on leather, the tall and robust man's mouth corner oozed out threads of blood, a shallow palm print was imprinted on his chest, a patch of blue and red.

  At this moment, two fierce men took advantage of the situation and rushed towards Liu Tao.

  Liu Tao secretly called it a mess. Although he had just injured the tall big man with one palm, his arms were also numbed by the counterforce and he couldn't catch his breath.

  Wang Haichuan was also helpless, and the fierce big man who had been forced to retreat earlier made a more frantic counterattack, making him feel like he couldn't resist.

  It's just Yao Qing and her twin brothers who can still hold on, after all they are one-on-one.

  Just as Liu Tao was about to be killed, a flash of bright and clear sword light suddenly shot out, twisting in mid-air twice. The two ferocious big men's necks burst with blood, and they fell straight down.

  With one sword in hand, Ye Chen didn't stay for a moment, and with one move 'Seeking Weakness', he stabbed into the heart of another fierce big man, helping Wang Haichuan reduce his pressure.

  "Thanks!" Liu Tao's face turned pale after his narrow escape, and he said gratefully.

  Ye Chen nodded, "Kill them first and talk later."

  In fact, after killing Ma Wu, their fate was already sealed, it's just a matter of time.

  In a short while, except for the man who was practicing Iron Shirt, everyone else was either dead or seriously injured. On Ye Chen's side, except for him and Liu Tao, everyone else had some injuries to varying degrees.

  "Where are you going!" Wang Haichuan sensed that the tall man was about to escape, and the two-meter-long Green Dragon Halberd shot out with a sharp piercing sound.

  Hiss!

  The tall and powerful man had been through a hundred battles, his body slightly tilted, narrowly avoiding the green dragon halberd.

  But though the monk may escape, he cannot escape the temple. Yechen's body followed his sword as it moved, and with one stroke, he broke through his opponent's iron shirt and pierced his heart.

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