The Smiling, Proud Wanderer, becoming a disciple of Yue Buqun

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Seeing that Jiang Ning had dodged the attack, the burly man was filled with rage and swung his hammer to sweep Jiang Ning's lower body.

Jiang Ning lightly touched the ground with his feet and leaped into the air, spinning two and a half times to arrive behind the burly man. The burly man immediately pulled his hand back to strike, but Jiang Ning dodged the attack with a backflip.

Seeing that Jiang Ning had dodged his attacks repeatedly, the burly man became even angrier and wanted to continue his assault.

Jiang Ning then stepped back to gather his strength, and just as the burly man was about to launch an attack, he delivered a high sweeping kick that traced an arc in the air and struck the burly man hard in the face.

The burly man was skilled in martial arts, possessing a body of steel, but at this moment, Jiang Ning delivered a solid kick to his face. The burly man's tall figure swayed, his double hammers fell to the ground, and he collapsed to the ground, unable to get up.

A regular sweeping kick wouldn't be fatal, but Jiang Ning's high sweeping kick was powered by twisting his hips and using his quadriceps, making it incredibly powerful. Not to mention, Jiang Ning's kick landed squarely on the strong man's face, distorting his features.

Upon seeing the burly man killed, Xiang Wentian and the others' expressions changed once again.

They hadn't wanted to join the fight, but the burly man's attacks were too wide and sweeping, and they couldn't get a hand in. If they insisted on attacking together, they would only be hampered. But they didn't expect the burly man to be killed after only a few rounds with Jiang Ning, which made their expressions even more solemn.

Xiang Wentian and four yellow-robed elders attacked from three directions. Two of the yellow-robed elders grabbed at Jiang Ning from the left and right with their hands in claws, thus restricting him. The other two yellow-robed elders even struck him from behind with a palm strike. Xiang Wentian directly thrust his sword at Jiang Ning's face.

Surrounded on all sides, the group's attacks were swift and urgent, and Jiang Ning's eyes were fixed on the sword in Xiang Wentian's hand.

At the critical moment, Jiang Ning raised his leg high and spun around to avoid the attacks of the two yellow-robed elders, but at this moment Xiang Wentian's sword had already pierced through, and at the same time, the two yellow-robed elders behind him raised their palms to strike.

Jiang Ning was hanging by a thread.

At this critical moment, Jiang Ning's mind was clearer than ever. He did not dodge the attack from behind and took the hits head-on from the two yellow-robed elders.

Four palms landed solidly on Jiang Ning's back. A sharp pain shot through him, and a metallic taste rose in his throat, but Jiang Ning's expression remained unchanged.

Just as Xiang Wentian's sword was about to strike, Jiang Ning plunged his broken sword into the ground and simultaneously took the scabbard from his waist, closing in on the enemy.

Seeing Jiang Ning's actions, Xiang Wentian was puzzled. The next second, his expression changed drastically. The scabbard in Jiang Ning's hand was aligned with the tip of the sword, and the sword that was originally meant to be thrust out became a return to its sheath.

With his sword sheathed, Jiang Ning and Xiang Wentian closed the distance between them.

Xiang Wentian sensed something was wrong and tried to draw his sword and retreat, but Jiang Ning stepped forward, grabbed his wrist and squeezed it hard. With a crack, the bone in his wrist broke, and Xiang Wentian's face turned pale. His hand holding the sword involuntarily loosened.

Jiang Ning flashed to Xiang Wentian's right side, and at the same time slapped the scabbard, causing the scabbard and the sword to spin in mid-air.

Jiang Ning reached out and grabbed the hilt of the sword, pulling it out.

Zheng!

The long sword is unsheathed.

"what!!!"

Xiang Wentian let out a shrill scream as one of his arms flew off.

"To the left!"

The others cried out in alarm and were about to rush forward to help, but Jiang Ning had already retreated rapidly at that moment.

The crowd gathered around. Xiang Wentian's arms had both been severed by Jiang Ning, leaving him a cripple.

Everyone looked at Jiang Ning, who was not far away, with a mixture of shock and anger.

Jiang Ning was also watching them.

Boom!

The rain poured down, and a bolt of lightning streaked across the night sky, illuminating the earth for a moment.

Jiang Ning noticed that there were two characters engraved on the blade near the hilt.

"Zhenwu".

Chapter 439: The True Martial Sword

Blood seeped from the corner of his mouth. The hair crown that Jiang Ning used to hold his hair up had been knocked off, and his full head of black hair was disheveled, with a few strands hanging down in front of his forehead.

Blood trickled from the corner of Jiang Ning's mouth, and his face was pale, but his obsidian-like eyes shone brightly in the dark night.

tick.

tick.

Raindrops fell densely from the sky.

Blood was seeping from the sword wound on Jiang Ning's back, and the rain hitting the wound brought even more intense pain.

But Jiang Ning seemed oblivious at that moment.

Lan Fenghuang, Shangguan Yun, and the others watched him from a short distance away, their faces filled with solemnity.

At this moment, none of them made any rash moves.

All that remained in the bamboo forest was the heavy rain and Xiang Wentian's screams.

Jiang Ning glanced at them, then looked at the sword in his hand.

"Zhenwu?"

Is this the Zhenwu Sword?

Zhang Sanfeng, the founder of Wudang, had a sword called Zhenwu Sword. Is the Zhenwu Sword in his hand now the same sword as Zhang Sanfeng's, or is it just the same name?

With the longsword in hand, Jiang Ning felt a surge of excitement within him.

suddenly.

Someone moved.

An elder in yellow robes rapidly approached Jiangning in the rainy night.

Seeing the approaching enemy, Jiang Ning's expression turned cold as he channeled his inner energy into the True Martial Sword.

The Zhenwu Sword, which had been dull and lifeless, now emitted a chilling light.

Jiang Ning raised his sword and swept it across.

A sword aura detached from the sword, sweeping towards the yellow-robed elder with astonishing power.

The yellow-robed elder who was attacking changed his expression and quickly stopped to dodge.

The sword light continued forward, shattering the bamboo in front of it and scattering countless bamboo leaves.

Bang!

The sword energy exploded in the distance with a loud bang, clearly audible in the rainy night.

Upon seeing this, everyone's expression changed, and they all looked at Jiang Ning and the Zhenwu Sword in his hand.

what happened?

How come the Zhenwu Sword, which looked so ordinary in the hands of the Left Envoy, is glowing in yours?

It's not just glowing, how come it's so powerful?

Everyone couldn't help but look at Xiang Wentian, who was still screaming in agony.

How can a sword look so different in your hands and in someone else's?

Shangguan Yun was even more shocked.

While descending Blackwood Cliff, he took the opportunity to enter the Sun Moon Sect's treasury and took half of the treasures, including the True Martial Sword. In order to gain favor with Ren Woxing, he offered all these treasures to him.

Shangguan Yun still remembers that Ren Woxing was quite surprised when he saw this sword, saying that it was the sword of Zhang Sanfeng, the founder of Wudang, a hundred years ago. It was a divine weapon, but it had never met its master, so the divine weapon was covered in dust.

He had examined the sword before and found nothing special about it, except that it was sharp.

He thought Ren Woxing had misjudged him, but it turned out to be true.

If I had known this sword was so powerful, I would have used it myself.

Jiang Ning also sensed the changes that the sword had brought to him.

He had only poured in a trace of internal energy to activate the sword energy, but he did not expect that the power of this sword energy would be stronger than the sword energy he emitted when using other swords, and that it would consume less internal energy.

With this sword, his internal energy consumption will be greatly reduced, and coupled with the sharpness of the Zhenwu Sword, his sustained combat ability and lethality will increase significantly.

Jiang Ning poured in more internal energy, and the cold light emitted by the True Martial Sword did not become more dazzling, but the chilling aura it exuded became even more terrifying.

call out!call out!call out!

The battle resumed after a brief intermission.

The six elders in yellow robes attacked together, and the other experts followed suit.

So far, Jiang Ning has killed four people and seriously injured two others. In addition, Xiang Wentian, who has lost both arms and is now a cripple, has left only fourteen people who are still capable of fighting.

The expert gunman leaped forward, gripped his gun with both hands, lowered his stance and raised his back, then lunged forward and thrust his gun straight at Jiang Ning's abdomen.

Jiang Ning pointed his sword at the tip of the spear, and the spear master deftly deflected the spear. Jiang Ning then leaped behind him.

This expert gunman was very experienced. The moment Jiang Ning came up behind him, he pulled back his gun and swept it upwards, but because the swing was too large, an opening was exposed under his armpit.

But Jiang Ning did not take this opportunity to go up.

This is because the opponent deliberately revealed a weakness. This move is the "fishing pose" in spear techniques, and the opponent is trying to lure him into taking the bait.

Seeing that Jiang Ning had not taken the bait, the expert gunman had to admit that Jiang Ning was indeed very experienced.

The others also attacked, and the battle broke out again.

when!when!when!

The sounds of weapons clashing were as dense as rain, and the air was filled with the crisscrossing energy of swords.

call out!

A sword aura detached from the Zhenwu Sword and swept forward. A master looked shocked and hurriedly dodged, but after a long battle, his internal energy and physical strength were greatly depleted. In addition, the sword aura was fast and urgent. Even though he had made a dodging move, he was still a little too slow.

puff!

The sword energy tore the body apart, spraying out large amounts of blood that mingled with the heavy rain.

Seeing that another member of their side had died, the others' expressions changed, and their gazes toward Jiang Ning were now filled with apprehension.

After obtaining the Zhenwu Sword, the opponent seemed to be divinely aided, as if their inner strength had been replenished. They used their sword energy recklessly, and the sword was exceptionally sharp. Although they still had the advantage in numbers, the situation was becoming increasingly unfavorable.

The Zhenwu Sword, once in Jiang Ning's hands, displayed even greater power than it had in Xiang Wentian's.

Previously, when the Zhenwu Sword was in Xiang Wentian's hands, it was like an ordinary weapon, without any luster, only its extremely sharpness.

But now, in Jiang Ning's hands, after Jiang Ning infused his inner strength into the True Martial Sword, the blade emitted a chilling light.

Everyone's gaze fell on the Zhenwu Sword in Jiang Ning's hand.

For some reason, a sense of fear arose in everyone's hearts when they looked at the True Martial Sword.

The group exchanged bewildered glances, each seeing the surprise in the other's eyes.

Jiang Ning was pleasantly surprised at this moment.

At this moment, the Zhenwu Sword also emitted a faint hum in the rainy night, as if after a hundred years of silence, it had finally welcomed its user once again.

"hehe."

Jiang Ning laughed, his voice growing louder and louder until he finally burst into laughter.

"Ha ha ha ha."

Hearing Jiang Ning's loud laughter, everyone's faces turned ugly.

Especially the Four Immortals of Peach Valley.

As the four looked at Jiang Ning, memories flooded back. They recalled the terrifying and chilling smile Jiang Ning had given them last year while sitting on Peach Blossom Fairy's corpse, a smile that had haunted their nightmares for a time.

"kill him!"

The six elders in yellow robes moved swiftly, their figures even faster than before.

Jiang Ning's laughter stopped abruptly. He glanced at the six people, swept out a sword aura, and then leaped behind them, landing next to Xiang Wentian.

Xiang Wentian had already gotten up when he saw Jiang Ning suddenly appear beside him.

Bang!

Jiang Ning kicked Xiang Wentian in the back, sending him sprawling face-first into the dirt.

Xiang Wentian struggled to get up, but Jiang Ning stepped on his back again, rendering him unable to move.

At the same time, Jiang Ning raised the sword in his hand.

"not good!"