Zhutian: My skills are not serious

Chapter 485: Additional Effects of the Nameless Sword Technique

Chu Pingsheng cut off his arm with a sword, and the sword energy entered his body, severely damaging his meridians. Logically, he should have been disabled, but after arriving at Dadong Mountain, Wuzhu's functions slowly recovered. He also found that the domineering true energy in his body had undergone some changes, and was able to flow between the broken meridians, organs, and acupoints. His progress in cultivation could be said to be advancing by leaps and bounds. At this time, he might have the combat power of a half-step master.

This reminded him of a phrase: Destruction precedes construction.

Unexpectedly, Chu Pingsheng's humiliation actually made him successful.

Although he already knew his origins, this experience gave him a sense of being the protagonist. Just like Yang Guo with a broken arm, Linghu Chong with a different kind of true energy, and Yan Nantian, the medicine jar, weren't they all able to turn misfortune into fortune, defeat the big boss, and eventually become invincible?

"Uncle Wuzhu, once I have repaired your body, I will go back to find..."

He was halfway through saying these harsh words when the coachman in front of him suddenly shouted "Whoa", and the carriage quickly braked to a stop.

"what happened?"

Fan Xian was puzzled, so he lifted the door curtain and looked out. He saw four riders standing opposite him, two in front and two behind. The one on the left at the back was wearing a white veil hat and a white silk shirt. Judging from her body shape and dress, she should be a woman.

The one on the right is an old acquaintance, the Saintess Haitang Duoduo of Northern Qi.

As for the two riders in front, after seeing those two faces, Fan Xian's eyes suddenly turned red, and the raging anger almost set his skin on fire.

Chu Pingsheng!
The guy next to him with a face as black as charcoal, a body as thin as a bamboo pole, and wearing a red suit is none other than the Sword Guard Leader Odebiao.

"Isn't it good to be alive?"

"Chu Pingsheng..."

Fan Xian picked up the sword placed in the corner of the carriage and jumped onto the grass beside it. At the end of the gentle slope on the right was a gurgling stream with clear water and a few fish swimming around.
whoosh...

There was another strange noise, and Wuzhu also jumped out of the carriage, holding a pair of spiked iron crutches in each hand, and stood very steadily on the official road.

The groom saw that the visitor had bad intentions, so he quickly pulled the reins, turned around on the spot, and drove away with a cloud of dust.

"Odebiao, it's time to test the results of your training."

Chu Pingsheng did not move. Odebiao stepped on the stirrups and leaped out. His long sword flashed a cold light in the air, and the scabbard flew diagonally into the tree trunk on the right.

Fan Xian held the sword in one hand, pulled it hard, and turned around and slashed it in a very cool manner.

He is not the same person now. Not to mention the Sword Guard Commander, the White Ape has come just in time to avenge Gundam.

However, this extremely fast and smooth swipe only left a residual image. The black and red Odebiao seemed to have no bones, and its body twisted like a snake. It followed the sword's momentum and drilled into the empty space. The sword flew out of the air and was passed lightly. The cold light suddenly turned into three, and three into nine, as if there were nine Odebiao, attacking from different directions.

What kind of move is this?
Fan Xian was horrified and quickly swung his sword to block.

Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding...

I thought this sword was a mixture of real and fake, mysterious and unpredictable sword style, but I never thought it was actually real.

laugh……

Fan Xian was unable to resist, his elbow was hit by the sword, and his calf was also hit by the sudden burst of sword light, his skin and flesh were torn, and blood spurted everywhere.

snort!
He stepped back in pain, horrified and distraught.

With just one move, he was injured, a master who was confident that he could fight on equal terms with a half-step grandmaster?
"You are no match for him."

Wu Zhu's legs were completely disabled and he had difficulty moving, but his "eyesight" was still there. He knew that Fan Xian was in trouble, so he tapped the ground with Tieguai, flew forward, and stabbed Odebiao in the right rib.

Chu Pingsheng sat on his horse, smiling calmly, watching Fan Xian and Wu Zhu fight two against one against his sword guard leader.

Odebiao sank his calf, his toes drew a slight arc on the ground, and his body spun like a top, just like a palace maid who was good at dancing with long sleeves, and he easily dodged the sharp iron crutch.

After all, Wuzhu had lost his legs and was in the air, making it difficult for him to change direction. He just raised his right crutch upwards and stabbed a few more times.

As Odebiao turned around, he raised his hands, shook them and then retracted them. His posture was so graceful that he looked like a female opera actor in a colorful and wide robe with swaying sleeves. Wuzhu felt a surge of energy like a wave, which actually blew the iron crutch in his right hand off balance.

Looking at Odebiao again, he crossed his legs, lowered his waist and half twisted his body, doing a very feminine squatting gesture, but the sword in his hand turned behind his back, pointing at Fan Xian without revealing it.

But this hidden sword made Fan Xian feel as if he had been hit hard. He stood there with his sword in his hand, because in the last breath, a murderous intent so cruel that it made him feel like he was falling into a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood surged into his body. His scalp suddenly became numb and his hair stood on end.

With the common sense of a modern person, he should have a surge of adrenaline in this situation, and his physical strength and inner energy should be running to the extreme. However, the murderous intent instantly froze his body, and the sublimated domineering inner energy was almost solidified. He could not cut down with the raised sword. He could only watch as Odebiao turned lightly, straightened his body, and "pulled" the sword hidden behind his back and swung it.

shuh...

A beam of cold light, an invisible sword energy, a rush of wind, a ball of explosive red, and an arm flipping into the air.

"Sword Qi..."

Fan Xian looked at his left shoulder and saw blood oozing out and falling onto the green grass.

His broken arm kept spinning, bringing up blood, and made a slight sound as it fell into the small ditch beside him, splashing reddish water. The long sword sank to the bottom, and the broken arm slowly drifted away under the flush of the water, stained with blood red.

Fan Xian did not scream, but looked at Odebiao with an incredulous look, muttering to himself: "Grandmaster? Impossible... Impossible... Absolutely impossible."

Last year, Odebiao was still at the ninth rank, so how come he is already a grandmaster this year? It’s been less than a year!

Fan Xian knew very well how huge the gap was between the ninth rank and the grandmaster, and that it was not something that could be advanced through hard study and practice. He was injured by Chu Pingsheng's sword energy, and his meridians were broken. After being broken and rebuilt, he also absorbed high-intensity nuclear energy in Mount Dadong for more than half a year before reaching the level of a half-step grandmaster today. How come Odebiao... only stayed with Chu Pingsheng for a year and broke through the ninth rank to become a grandmaster?

why?
What exactly is this for? !

He couldn't understand the logic here.

Just when he was doubting his life, Odebiao thrust the long sword forward, and the sword energy burst out, chopping Wuzhu's iron crutch in half, like a hatchet chopping bamboo, breaking bamboo with the wind, and stabbed Wuzhu's left chest with the sword. He twisted his hand back, and the sword light bloomed like a lotus petal, blasting a hole bigger than a fist. Poof!
Wuzhu spat out a mouthful of yellow liquid, and with one arm he was unable to support himself, he fell heavily onto the official road, raising a circle of dust.

Fan Xian couldn't accept the scene before him.

The battle is over if Chu Pingsheng doesn’t make any move?

He and his uncle Wu Zhu, at the very least, had the fighting power of two half-step grandmasters, but in the end it was two against one, and even Chu Pingsheng's thug Odebiao was no match for them.

"Uncle Wuzhu..."

"Fan Xian...how are you?"

Wu Zhu raised his head and looked towards Fan Xian's position.

His lower body was gone, and there was a bowl-sized hole in his chest. He was not dead despite such serious injuries.

"How did you do that? How did you do that..."

Fan Xian did not answer Wu Zhu's question, but just looked at the opposite side with an angry face. He thought there was hope for revenge and he saw the light, but who knew... he had made so much progress, but he was still no match for Chu Pingsheng.

"drive."

The green horse trotted lightly and came to within three feet of Fan Xian and Wu Zhu.

Chu Pingsheng looked down at him condescendingly.

"We have to thank Wang Xi, Si Gu Jian's last disciple, for this."

"Si Gu Jian?"

"Before Wang Xi left Qing Kingdom, he gave Si Gu Jian's skills to Hai Tang. It was no different for her to get it than it was for me to get it. After reading the book 'Unknown Sword Technique', I improved it and taught it to Aodebiao."

"You mean... in less than a year, he used the "Nameless Sword Art" to break through to the ninth level and become a grandmaster?"

"When you make a deal with the devil, you gain power but you also have to pay a price."

"What price?"

Chu Pingsheng said with contempt: "Why should I tell you?"

Odebiao did not intervene in the conversation between the two. He looked at Wuzhu's head turning around and felt very curious. He raised the sword in his hand, ready to chop off Wuzhu's head. He didn't believe that the "robot" that Lord Chu mentioned was immortal and could survive even if its body and head were moved.

"slow."

Just then, a voice stopped him.

Fan Xian's heart trembled, and his "thinner" body turned mechanically to look towards the source of the sound. He saw the woman in the veiled hat behind Chu Pingsheng riding a horse slowly towards the battlefield.

"Wan...er?"

This voice... yes, it's Lin Wan'er.

He loved the chicken leg girl so much that he was willing to give up everything.

"Wan'er, is it really you?"

Fan Xian was very excited and ran towards Lin Wan'er, but perhaps because he was too weak, his footing slipped and he fell to the ground. He did not stand up from his kneeling position until his face was scratched by the grass and stained with a lot of green after he used all his strength.

"Ugh!"

With a long, quiet sigh, Lin Wan'er took off the veil that covered her face, got off the horse, and looked at Fan Xian, who had lost both arms and was a disabled person, with a complicated expression.

"Why would you do such a thing? He already said he would spare your life."

"For revenge." At this moment, Fan Xian endured the pain and said with deep affection: "And you."

After saying this, he discovered something unusual. Lin Wan'er's originally thin cheeks had become fleshy, and her skin shone with the luster of jade in the sun.

By the way, isn't her tuberculosis getting worse day by day? How come she dares to ride a horse now?

Lin Wan'er closed her eyes and sighed heavily again.

"Fan Xian, let me ask you a question."

"What's the problem? Tell me."

"Did you kill my brother Lin Gong?"

Fan Xian's heart sank and his expression became a little unnatural. After hesitating for a moment, he shook his head.

"If it's not you, then it's him?"

Anger flashed across Lin Wan'er's face. She pulled the Frost Sword from its sheath that was pinned to the horse's back and pointed at Wuzhu with hatred.

Fan Xian looked at Chu Pingsheng, who was sitting on the horse with an amused look on his face, and knew that it was that bastard who was trying to sow discord - he had stabbed Lin Wan'er, the apple of his eye, hard at the moment when she was at her ugliest and weakest.

"Wan'er..."

Fan Xian didn't know how to excuse Wu Zhu.

(End of this chapter)