The Six Arts of the Gentleman in the Bright Moon of Qin Dynasty

Chapter 748: One Sword Destroys an Entire Clan [Subscribe*Monthly Tickets]

"Why don't you do it? You're waiting to die!" Jingwei became even more angry when he saw Wei Zhuang was still in a daze.

She already felt that there were more experts rushing towards them from the Jing clan's territory, and judging from their aura, almost all of them were sword master-level experts.

If they don't kill them first and cut off the water supply, it will be even more difficult for them when those people come.

Wei Zhuang was awakened by Jingwei's scolding, and subconsciously swung the Shark Tooth in his hand and attacked Duan Shui, but after the sword came out, it suddenly stopped for a moment.

Wei Zhuang discovered that he was not using the full-scale sword, but was subconsciously imitating the sword of the great river. However, he did not want to be trapped by the sword intent of the great river, so he forcibly reversed the sword's momentum, resulting in a brief pause.

Duan Shui also felt Wei Zhuang's stagnation, but in a life-and-death fight, he would not miss this opportunity and slashed at Wei Zhuang with a sword.

"You are still daydreaming during a battle. This is what Guiguzi taught you!" Jingwei turned around to block the sword for Wei Zhuang, kicked Wei Zhuang away, and was also chopped away by Duanshui's sword.

If Wei Zhuang had not been distracted, she and Wei Zhuang would have been able to kill Duan Shui more quickly together.

As a result, Wei Zhuang's absent-mindedness forced her to take the sword for Wei Zhuang, making the original combination of one plus one greater than two become counterproductive.

"Retreat!" After Jingwei blocked a sword for Wei Zhuang, he used the powerful force of the Broken Water Sword to fly backwards.

Anyway, she won't care about Wei Zhuang anymore. She still has her youth and prime years left. Blocking the sword is already the most she can do.

After killing her opponent, Zi Nu glanced at Wei Zhuang and chose to turn back.

"If you imitate others, you will end up being a small-time person, a mere sword slave!" Wei Zhuang was willing to lose the battle, and mocked Duan Shui.

"It's useless to be tough. Only by staying alive can everything be possible!" Duan Shui was not at all influenced by Wei Zhuang's provocation.

If he had not been blinded by Yan Shuyu's sword, he would have been a recognized swordsmanship genius in Chu. He would have been recognized by the famous sword "Duan Shui" at a young age and had the opportunity to make his own way.

But he met Yan Shuyu too early and had his eyes destroyed by him.

Being blinded does not mean that his sword path is cut off. The key is that Yan Shuyu's sword also contains Confucian swordsmanship and follows the path of righteousness. Although he has not cultivated the righteousness, he has the shadow of righteousness, which directly destroyed all of Duan Shui's fantasies about the fierce swordsmanship and completely turned him into Duan Shui's sword slave.

Now, in addition to the Haoran Sword, he felt another kind of extremely powerful sword art, so he no longer cared about his own path.

Being influenced by Haoran and being influenced by Daha are both being influenced, so what difference does it make whose sword is used?

His path had been cut off long ago. If he could become a master by imitating others, then what was wrong with that?
"Thief, come and get your life!"

Wei Zhuang wanted to leave, but was entangled by Duan Shui, and behind him, the masters accumulated by Jing family for hundreds of years also arrived.

"It's the Great River Sword again!" Wei Zhuang looked at the sword energy that was coming towards him and raised his hand to block it with shark teeth, but was instantly chopped away by the powerful sword energy.

Wei Zhuang found it difficult to understand why these masters of the Jing family knew the Dahe Sword of Qin's sword saint Ying Qushui.

Moreover, among the people who came, not just the leader can do it, but all of them can do it!

"You, the Jing family, really have no ambition at all. You only know how to use other people's swords and are willing to be sword slaves of Ying Qushui?" Wei Zhuang wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and continued to be stubborn.

"Stop talking nonsense, you will definitely die today!" Duan Shui didn't care about whether he was a sword slave or not. He had been told that many times over the years and had long been numb to it. As for the masters of the Jing family, they frowned. They also suddenly realized a problem that they had not noticed before.

Over the past hundred years, there have been many talented disciples in their clan, but no one has been able to break through to the level of Sword Master and reach the Grandmaster level.

Moreover, as long as any of their children break through to the level of first-rate masters, they will always receive guidance from the Sword Saint Shui Xin, allowing them to enter the level of Sword Master more smoothly.

This is also the reason why their Jing family has so many sword masters, while the Qu family and the Zhao family have very few.

Originally, the Jing family thought it was the pattern of a master. Even though the Sword Saint Shuixin was obviously hostile to them, he would only focus on their ancestor and would not embarrass them. He was even willing to guide them.

Now they suddenly realized that something was wrong. Sword Saint Shuixin did it on purpose to interrupt their Jing family's martial arts journey. Sword Master has become a realm that their Jing family cannot break through. The way to make further progress has been blocked by Ying Qushui.

In Wei Zhuang's words, they all became sword slaves and sword servants of Ying Qushui and Shui Xinjian!

"Why think so much? Kill him first, then go save your ancestor!" Duan Shui felt that the sword masters around him were stimulated by Wei Zhuang's words and stopped, then shouted angrily.

The sword masters of the Jing family also reacted. Even if the road was blocked, as long as the ancestor was still there, as a grandmaster, he would definitely be able to help them solve the problem.

"Hand the sword horizontally, across the eight directions!" Wei Zhuang looked at the Jing family masters who attacked again and had to directly perform the ultimate sword move of the horizontal sword technique.

"The sword intent of the great river, sword nine, flooding the Yingdu!" The masters of the Jing family also swung their swords with great force.

The sword energy was flying everywhere, and the sword intent of the great river was raging, and they collided with each other with a loud bang.

The majestic sword energy of the river instantly submerged Wei Zhuang, and Shark Tooth was also blown away by the sword energy, while Wei Zhuang's body was also cut with sword marks by the raging sword energy.

It was once invincible, known as the most domineering and powerful, but now it has lost its former edge and is completely submerged in the Sword of the Great River.

"Let's go!" A black figure broke into the battle group, carried Wei Zhuang on his back, picked up the shark tooth that was knocked flying, and turned around to flee.

The Jing family masters and Duan Shui would never let the two men escape like this, so they attacked again.

Wei Zhuang and the black figure were once again enveloped by the sword energy, but the sword energy passed through their bodies, leaving only countless floating black crow feathers and a pool of blood.

A hundred feet away, Mo Ya reappeared carrying the seriously injured Wei Zhuang on his back. Jing Wei and Zi Nu were also waiting to pick them up.

“Damn it, why are you pretending? There are so many sword masters around. If you want to die, don’t implicate others!” Mo Ya left Wei Zhuang behind and spat out a mouthful of black blood.

"If you want to save people, then save them to the end. What's the point of me blocking the sword!" Wei Zhuang was thrown onto the back of a warhorse weakly, but he still insisted.

Obviously, Mo Ya could hold him in his arms like a princess and block the sword energy of those masters by himself, but Mo Ya chose to carry him on his back and use his body to block the raging sword energy.

"Are you stupid or am I? You don't have to stop us. Neither of us can get out alive." Mo Ya didn't care at all. He took the reins of Wei Zhuang's warhorse and rode away with a group of people.

Now is not the time for small talk; the group of sword masters still have a chance to catch up with them.

(End of this chapter)