Chapter Eighteen: The Beginning of Slaughter
At the moment when Ling Qingyan suddenly stopped in his tracks, Wen Yiran's heart also tightened secretly among the grasses. Could it be that this young man had discovered something?
But when he saw Ling Qingyan still walking out, Wen Yan also let out a sigh of relief. If Ling Qingyan had discovered their whereabouts and really had to sneak back into the woods again, they would have had to go to great lengths! This was not what he wanted to see happen.
Just as Ling Qingyan had stepped into his own trap, the pale blue true energy between Wen Yu's legs suddenly surged violently, and then her entire body burst out.
Hoo! Hoo! Hoo!
At the same time, ten figures with deep blue auras also emerged from the bushes as Wen Xiao appeared. For a moment, eleven people surrounded Ling Qingyan in the middle of the continent... Eleven middle-aged men, surrounding a youth who was only eighteen years old, created an eerie atmosphere.
"Huh?"
Wen Ang looked at the young man in front of him, furrowed his brow, and it seemed that what he had expected did not happen. This young man in front of him saw himself and others appear, but there was no surprise... Could it be that this young man didn't come down the mountain alone? And there were people guarding him?
Thinking of this, Wen's heart tightened involuntarily.
If there really are Tianjian Sect disciples nearby, I should be more careful. The Tianjian Sect has a deep foundation and many blue-grade warriors; even if only two or three of them come, they can easily slaughter everyone I've brought with me this time, and I might not be able to escape either.
At this moment, the ancient bronze-colored handsome face was as calm as ever, and if there was any difference from usual, it was only in the slight curve at the corner of his mouth.
It's no wonder that Wen Yu had such thoughts, after all, any normal person would not be able to remain so calm when surrounded by many martial artists with higher cultivation than themselves. How could Wen Yu have known that Ling Qingyan was like this because he simply didn't take these eleven people seriously from the start?
If Wen Ang knew, Ling Qingyan was now emerging from the edge of the Nanhuang inner ring, and on the way, he had even killed several sixth-level demon beasts, let alone dozens of fifth-level demon beasts... He probably didn't have the guts to stand in front of Ling Qingyan like this now, and would have run far away long ago.
Although he was a blue-level primary martial artist, Wen Ang didn't have many powerful techniques to practice. Even for him, he could only deal with some fifth-level demon beasts... Sixth-level demon beasts, with their innate talents, even the weakest among them had strength that was almost on par with mid-stage blue-level martial artists!
"Don't worry, it's just me."
Ling Qingyan couldn't help but smile slightly when he saw Wen Yu's expression. Since Wen Yu was a Blue Rank Initial Stage Warrior, Ling Qingyan naturally saw that he was the leader of the Wen family this time.
"Huh?"
She was taken aback for a moment, and then she looked down on him in her heart.
Are you kidding me?! If it were just you alone, would you still be so confident?
But what happened next made Wen Yan's face change color!
All he saw was that in Ling Qingyan's eyes, a dark long sword suddenly appeared on his right hand, and there seemed to be a strange blood-red mist swirling on the sword.
"What's going on?!"
Wen Yu, and even the ten young masters of the Wen family around him, all had a fierce look on their faces. The Bai Na Jie, in the Wen family, only the head of the household owned one... Even the elders of the Wen family did not own one!
Greed!
Unconsciously, Wen Ze and others' eyes deepened with a hint of intense emotions.
Wow!
At the moment when Wen Wu and others were astonished, Ling Qingyan's legs suddenly released a burst of cyan true energy, and then the same cyan true energy appeared on the Yumeng long sword...Ling Qingyan's body suddenly turned to the right, his movements smooth to the extreme, and the Yumeng long sword in his hand also flashed out like lightning, directly sweeping across the necks of three Wen family disciples who had not reacted yet.
Hah! Hah! Hah!
Three bright blood flowers suddenly burst open in the air. Then, the three corpses of the Wen family's children also fell to the ground, their eyes wide with shock.
Fatty!
"Good boy!"
"Ah-zi!"
The greed in Wen Ang and the others' eyes instantly turned to shock and anger due to Ling Qingwan's series of lightning-fast movements! They never expected that this young man in front of them would take the initiative... and with one sword, he swept away the lives of their three brothers.
Although there is a lack of affection in the family, it only exists among those siblings with conflicting interests.
These three people who died before their eyes, normally followed them day and night, and the relationship between them can be considered deep. Now seeing them die unjustly, they are extremely shocked and angry.
At this time, Wen Ang and others never thought that Ling Qingyan could have the strength to kill them! In their eyes, Ling Qingyan was just taking advantage of his three brothers' loss of consciousness to sneak up and kill them... If those three brothers had reacted earlier, it would be the young man who died!
Hoo! Hoo! Hoo!
Pale blue true energy and deep cyan true energy suddenly burst out from the remaining eight people, apparently their vigilance against Ling Qingwan had risen to a certain level.
It's also! Such a calm and collected young man, who can even clearly grasp their emotional changes and take action at the most opportune moment... This kind of young man, they can't help but be on guard against him!
But Wen Yan, in his heart was even more shocked. This young man looked like he was only eighteen or nineteen years old, yet he already possessed such a mind, if he truly grew up in the future... A shocking and outstanding martial arts talent, an astonishing and frightening mind! The Wen family absolutely cannot allow the appearance of such an enemy!
He must die!
Wen Ze, who had been instilled with the idea of loyalty since childhood, suddenly felt a murderous intent rising up in him at this moment. His eyes, which were fixed on Ling Qingyan, also contained a hint of coldness.
Ling Qingyan retracted the long sword of the underworld that he had swung out, his eyes fixed once again on the three members of the Wen family to his left, who were now prepared. Everything that had happened earlier took place in a flash of lightning, and was extremely brief!
The three men from the Wen family, seeing Ling Qingyan look at them, simultaneously drew out their broad and long knives from their waists. Taking a step ahead of Ling Qingyan, they suddenly unleashed their true strength. Three dazzling long knives, accompanied by several sharp gusts of wind, swung towards Ling Qingyan...
"Boom!"
Ling Qingyan, however, did not dodge. Instead, he infused his legs with true energy and kicked out directly to meet the three blades of deep blue true energy that were chopping down towards him. It was as if Ling Qingyan himself had actively gone forward to accept the blows!
Has he gone mad?!
It's not just the three Wen family members who wielded their thick and long swords, but even Wen He and the other five were shocked for a moment...
Is this young man mentally ill?
But what happened next left them stunned, with a hint of incredulous light flashing in their eyes. At the same time, they also understood why the young man dared to do so!
"Whoosh!"
A dark blue long sword imbued with the power of the underworld, as if mixed with the momentum of thunder, was swung out from Ling Qingyan's hand, which had risen to a half-kneeling position, and directly confronted those three long knives imbued with deep blue true energy.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
Like withering and decay, under the dark green long sword that shone with a cold green light, the three long knives were all transformed into several broken fragments, breaking apart and falling to the ground, making several crisp sounds.