The Beacon of Kyushu

Duowen Dajijiu heard that one move failed to kill Wan Jianfeng, he frowned slightly, and the sword mist turned into thousands of cold rays, attacking several of the opponent's vital points. Wan Jianfeng only felt that the sword energy was vertical and horizontal, and the cold light was lingering. Not only was he unable to counterattack even a half-move, but even trying to distinguish what was false and true, what was far and what was near, what was fast and what was slow became a delusion.

Wan Jianfeng has met many masters in his life, but there are definitely not many as shocking as Duo Wen Da Jijiu. The cold sword energy slid inch by inch against Wan Jianfeng's skin, and the chill penetrated his bones. He was so cold that his whole body couldn't help but tremble, and he could no longer hold the handsome stick in his hand.

Wen Dajiu seemed to hear the sound of Wan Jianfeng's teeth chattering, and a cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. If he could speak, he would definitely make sarcastic remarks. But he was mute, so he could only pour all the contempt in his heart onto the already powerful long sword.

But he saw that his sword was more swift and fierce than before, and more ruthless. Sometimes it condensed into a chaotic sword mist, and sometimes it turned into a dazzling sword light. His swordsmanship does not seem to belong to any sect in the world, but it contains thousands of swordsmanship. No matter who is famous in Jianghu or Taishan Beidou, it is difficult for him to take a sword!
No matter how strong a master is, there are limits, and no matter how strong a martial arts is, there are flaws. Wan Jianfeng's figure kept shaking, his eyes fixed on the sword in his hand. Suddenly, Wan Jianfeng's eyes lit up, and a smile appeared inexplicably at the corner of his mouth.

Wen Duo heard the grand ceremony but could not see Wan Jianfeng's expression. The long sword in his palm kept attacking fiercely. The long sword was seen flowing again at this moment, turning into a dazzling sword energy and piercing Wan Jianfeng's throat. Wan Jianfeng hurriedly dodged to the side, but he had the courage to reach out and grab Duo Wen's wrist, "Blind man, bring me the sword!"

"Hmm..." Duowen Dajijiu's throat rolled and he let out several strange screams, which seemed to be mocking Wan Jianfeng for not knowing his own abilities, and also seemed to express his anger at Wan Jianfeng for insulting him again.

Wan Jianfeng didn't care about this. He slammed his left hand on Duo Wen's imperial ruler, and his right hand actually snatched the long sword from his palm. Immediately, he hurriedly put his sword across the neck of Duo Wen's grand sacrificial wine, and threatened everyone: "Hey, you blind, mute, and deaf people, if you dare to bring bad luck to me again, I will make you Bury me with a large amount of wine!"

Seeing the situation, Guangmu Dajijiu clenched his scimitar in his hand. He wished he could kill Wan Jianfeng with one strike, but he was afraid that Wan Jianfeng would really kill Duowen Dajiujiu, so he hesitated for a moment. Several low-level congregants around him also quickly informed Sima Wuming and the burly man of what happened at the scene by writing.

Sima Wuming's face was gloomy and uncertain, and he seemed to be hesitating while leaning on the green bamboo blind stick. However, the burly man was extremely angry. He didn't care about the life and death of Du Wen Dajiu, and he opened his mouth to use the evil Hunyuan Qi. Guangmu Dajiu hurriedly swung his knife, stared at Nengyan Dajiu coldly, and said in sign language: "Nengyan, if you dare to hurt Duo Wen, I will take your head!"

Nengyan Dajijiu felt the cold air in his neck. He knew that Guangmu Dajiujiu had drawn a knife to stop him. He stamped his feet angrily and shouted: "Guangmu, you know how to protect your fiancé. If you let this kid Wan Jianfeng Who can afford to run away?"

Guangmu Dajiujiu looked disapproving and gestured: "Don't worry, if Wan Jianfeng escapes, at worst, I will go to the chief alliance leader to receive the punishment alone. But if you want to kill a little Wan Jianfeng If you attack, Duo Wen will die, and I will never spare you!"

The great priest who can speak is also blind, so naturally he cannot see the sign language of Guangmu, so he can only wait patiently for his disciples to write for him. Soon, a low-ranking member of the cult wrote down all the meaning of Guangmu on the writing board. After seeing the words of the great priest, he couldn't help but sigh: "Alas, no matter how powerful a woman is, she is still a woman. After all, she has long hair and short knowledge. . If you insist on doing this, I can’t do anything to you!”

Wan Jianfeng saw Guangmu Dajiujiu and Nengyan Dajiujiu arguing endlessly and said with a smile: "Haha, are you two finished? Should I let me go, should I go, or should I let me go?" Let’s go!”

Guangmu Grand Priest Liquor was extremely embarrassed, his eyes couldn't help but look at Sima Wuming, whose face was as sinking as water, waiting for the greatest leader in everyone's hearts to speak. Nengyan Dajiu stopped talking and seemed to be patiently waiting for Sima Wuming's order.

Sima Wuming pondered for a long time, and then said in sign language: "Wan Jianfeng, if this leader lets you leave this place, can you let the Duowen Grand Sacrificial Wine go?"

Wan Jianfeng couldn't understand his gestures and asked the believers: "Hey, what did this old man say? If you dare to tell half of the truth, I can't guarantee that the hand holding the sword will be able to hold the sword again. So stable.”

A believer hurriedly translated: "Wan Jianfeng, our leader said that as long as you are willing to let go of the Duowen Grand Sacrifice Wine, he will let you leave this place, otherwise he will have no choice but to be rude to you!"

Wan Jianfeng nodded and said with great satisfaction: "Okay, this old guy named Sima made this with his own hands. You can't default on it!" As he said this, he pushed Duowen's grand sacrificial wine and walked to the east in a swaggering way.

Upon seeing this, the believers on the east side all made way for Wan Jianfeng, fearing that their beloved Duo Wen Dajiu would be killed by evil spirits if they moved slowly. Seeing how obedient they were, Wan Jianfeng laughed a few times and looked more confident. In the blink of an eye, Wan Jianfeng emerged from the crowd and stepped onto a narrow mountain road. He still wanted to move forward, but Sima Wuming made a gesture and said: "Wan Jianfeng, now that you are out of danger, can you let the Duowen Festival drink go?"

The low-level members of the sect were busy translating the leader's meaning to Wan Jianfeng. Wan Jianfeng chuckled and said, "Okay, this young man will not kill this guy, but you are not allowed to chase after me!" As he said that, he actually let go of the Great Priest Duo Wen, and threw the sword in his hand heavily to the ground. In an instant, his figure disappeared.

Guangmu Dajiujiu saw that Duowen Dajiujiu was safe and sound, but Wan Jianfeng had escaped. He hurriedly asked Sima Wuming for instructions, saying: "Master, will my subordinates lead people to hunt down? If Wan Jianfeng really escapes, I'm afraid... It’s hard to explain to the leader!”

Sima Wuming nodded slightly, waved his bamboo stick towards the east, and the believers immediately rushed towards Wan Jianfeng's escape direction. Those who could speak naturally kept shouting and cursing, and those who could not speak also made strange noises. It was extremely scary to gather together in one place.

Wan Jianfeng couldn't walk far when he suddenly heard shouts of death coming from behind him. He was so frightened that cold sweat dripped from his forehead, and he moved faster and faster. But those weirdos who were chasing him were not slow at all. If Wan Jianfeng was even half a step behind, he would surely be killed by them.

"Oh my god!" Wan Jianfeng said bitterly as he ran: "Sima Wuming, you, an old and dishonest killer, actually sent people to hunt down this young hero. It's so unreasonable! If I had known you were like this It’s not a thing, so I shouldn’t have let that blind man Duo Wen go, but it’s made my heart turn green with regret!”

Wan Jianfeng's figure was like the wind, rushing past on the narrow path, with countless ancient trees and strange rocks passing by in a hurry. But he was hungry, his stomach kept growling, and his speed was much slower than before.

After an unknown amount of time, Wan Jianfeng ran out of breath. Both physically and mentally, he could no longer bear it. Without paying attention, he tripped over a boulder and fell to the ground.

Wan Jianfeng's chest was hit by a stone, and it was so hot that he cried out, "Hey!" But he only delayed for a moment when he heard the shouts of killing that seemed to be only a few dozen feet away. He stood up from the ground and continued to run forward desperately.

Soon, Wan Jianfeng came to a fork in the road and had to slow down his pace. He has never been to Wushan, so he naturally doesn't know where the two roads lead, and he doesn't know if he will run into the hands of the Chaos Cult again if he chooses the wrong path.

He saw that the mountain road on the left was narrower and the mountain road on the right was wider. He rolled his eyes and thought to himself, "These guys must have decided that this young hero does not dare to take the main road, and most of them have to run to the side roads to intercept and kill him. This young hero is so wise and powerful. , how can I let you guess my whereabouts?" He thought and simply ran towards the road. Even if the road led to the eighteenth level of hell, he would never look back.

In the blink of an eye, the three high priests led their people to catch up to the fork in the road, and their steps were stopped. Guangmu Dajijiu looked at the two mountain roads and gestured to the other two people, "Well-informed and eloquent, this is a fork in the road. According to this Jijijiu, let's chase them separately."

The lower-ranking disciples hurriedly took out the writing board and wrote the meaning of the Guangmu Great Sacrifice Wine on the sand surface of the writing board. Neng Yan felt a little annoyed when he touched the wine, and quickly wrote, "You guys go to the left, I will go to the right to drink the wine."

Duo Wenjiu shook his head, pointed in the direction of the path, and gestured, "I vaguely heard that kid escaping in this direction. You two should go to this road to chase him. I will lead my people to another mountain road today. You must kill him to get rid of future troubles!”

Guangmu Dajiujiu nodded and wrote on the writing board, "Okay, you must be careful when you are alone!" After she finished writing, she waved the scimitar in her hand and rushed towards the path first. Nengyan Dajiujiu was actually quite... Obediently, I followed Guangmu Dajiujiu and left.

When Duo Wenjiu heard that the two of them had left, a proud smile appeared on his face. Then he waved his hand towards the road and flew away. The believers also quickly divided into two teams, one team went to the main road to catch up, and the other team went to the small road to cover up and kill him. They vowed not to give up until Wan Jianfeng was captured and killed! (End of chapter)