Chapter Nineteen: Unable to Withstand a Single Blow

  Several long sword shards, after losing their deep blue glow, successively transformed into ordinary iron and fell to the ground.

  Ding! Ding! Ding!

  The shards fell to the ground, making a crisp sound, and also moved Wen Ang's gaze to Ling Qingyan's hand, where a dark long sword with cyan true energy was held...

  Although Ling Qingyan had already discovered that he was not a low-level martial artist as stated in the intelligence, but a real mid-level martial artist... But Wen Xiao didn't care, after all, everyone he brought out this time were high-level martial artists!

  A mid-tier green-level warrior's true energy-infused long sword can easily cut off the true energy-infused three long knives of a late-stage green-level warrior!

  This sword is absolutely not an ordinary soldier's sword!

  A glint of greed flashed through his eyes once again, but Wen Ang was the first to react, staring at the three people who were still in a daze with their broken weapons and bellowing, "Still not moving? Are you looking for death?!"

  But it's too late!

  At the moment when Wen Wu opened his mouth...

  After the dark and mysterious long sword in Ling Qing's hand fell, it was picked up again, directly targeting the nearest Wen family disciple like a venomous snake. His right hand stretched out, his physical strength burst forth, and the dark and mysterious long sword shattered the protective true energy of that Wen family disciple like withered wood, passing through his chest.

  "Pffft!"

  Ling Qing's dark and mysterious long sword in his hand was suddenly withdrawn, bringing up a surge of blood flowers that shot into the sky. Under the slanting sunlight of dusk, it looked bleak and enchanting.

  After landing a hit, Ling Qingyan didn't stop his hand, and with another movement of the Nine Palaces Step, several sword flowers danced out from the Yōu Míng longsword in his hand, blooming radiantly before the eyes of two other Wen family disciples... The cyan sword light flickered out its own brilliance amidst the blood flowers filling the sky.

  Plop! Plop!

  After the previous three Wen family juniors, another three Wen family juniors fell! Everything happened in just a blink of an eye.

  "How is it possible?!"

  His heart was shocked, and Wen Ao dared not believe his eyes as he stared at the six corpses on the ground. He never thought that this time's target was just a Qing-level middle-tier martial artist, yet it had caused more than half of the family disciples he led to die!

  If such a thing were to happen, he himself would not be able to forgive himself, let alone the head of the household! A cultivator at the Qing level or above is the backbone of their family!

  "I should have just taken action from the start!"

  "Otherwise, why would so many brothers have died and been injured?"

  His heart was suddenly turbulent, and a pair of eyes with hatred looked at Ling Qingyan. In his heart, all this was because of Ling Qingyan! He didn't reflect on himself at all. If they hadn't taken the initiative to provoke Ling Qingyan, how could they end up like this?

  At the same time, the shallow blue true energy between Wen's legs was also surging, and the 2-foot-long sword was grasped in his hand, emitting a dazzling blue light.

  Wow!

  His body moved slightly, without any warning, Wen Ao had already made his move! Without the slightest disdain, Wen Ao was now fully committed, pouring all of his true energy into the two-foot-long sword in his hand! At the same time, the long sword flashing with dazzling blue light seemed to transform into a dancing willow branch, as if it were being wielded like a whip, directly striking towards Ling Qingyan who was only an inch away.

  "Die! Die!"

  Wen Ang's eyes were fixed on Ling Qingyan with a fierce hatred, as if he had gone mad! And what he was currently displaying in his hand was actually one of the three great sword techniques of the Wen family - "Like Willow Sword Technique"!

  Like the willow sword method, although it is only a second-rate sword method in the eyes of top families and sects on the Chongwu continent... but it also has its own strengths. At least at this moment, Wen Yu's hands swung out with this sword move, which subtly displayed the strongest power of a blue-level initial martial artist!

  "This sword is actually so soft, this sword technique is quite interesting."

  Watching Wen Wu's soft sword, Ling Qingyan's heart moved. At the same time, the Yumeng long sword in his hand also welcomed it, and the bright blue true energy burst out at the same time, his body also tilted forward, welcoming Wen Wu to come.

  "Has he gone mad? He actually wants to go head-to-head with Lao Da! Lao Da is a Blue-grade warrior!"

  The four Wen family juniors behind Ling Qingyan were also shocked for a moment, and seemed to have forgotten to make a move from behind Ling Qingyan, watching with wide eyes as Ling Qingyan and Wen Ye were about to collide.

  Whoosh!

  On the Long Sword of Youming, a bright blue true energy flowed through it, directly meeting Wen Yu's incoming shallow blue true energy long sword...

  Upon seeing this, he couldn't help but sneer in his heart. "Do you really think your divine sword can rival the long sword in my hand? The Willow Sword Technique emphasizes using softness to overcome hardness. I'd like to see just how formidable your sword is!"

  Just as the dark and mysterious long sword was about to cleave through Wen Yu's soft sword, Ling Qingyan's right arm, hidden under his long robe, suddenly burst forth with a surge of physical strength. His veins bulged like a dragon, and his right hand, which held the sword, sank abruptly... In an instant, Ling Qingyan had superimposed his physical strength onto the dark and mysterious long sword in his hand!

  "Ding!"

  A dark blue long sword sliced through a faint cyan afterimage, directly cleaving onto Wen Ang's hand that had transformed into a soft sword through the Like Willow Sword Technique... The moment they made contact, a clear and crisp collision sound rang out. At the same time, the pale blue light on the soft sword in Wen Ang's hand also instantly retracted, and the soft sword, having lost its true power support, returned to its straight shape and was sent flying away, directly falling into a nearby clump of grass.

  "Bang!"

  At the moment when the long sword in his hand was swept away, a straight sword mark also appeared on his forehead, and he fell to the ground with a stunned expression, already dead.

  But it was Ling Qingyan who, after grasping the long sword in his hand, possessed a physical strength comparable to that of a fifth-level demon beast, as well as cyan-grade true energy and the aura of the Blood Extermination Sword. With an unstoppable momentum, he slashed down at Wen Yu's forehead, violently cleaving through Wen Yu's Tian Ling Gai!

  Almost at the level of a Ziyu initial stage warrior, Wen Ang's protective true energy was completely unable to withstand it in the slightest! Crushing dead wood!

  Sword out, Blue Grade Initial Stage Warrior dies!

  How is this possible?!

  Everything that had happened before was just a matter of a few breaths, leaving the remaining four Wen family children stunned for a while... At this moment, they came back to their senses and saw that the old man who led them here was actually killed by the young man in front of them, and their hearts were filled with even more fear!

  My god! What a low-level martial artist!

  Look at his true strength, it's clearly a mid-level warrior of the green rank! Moreover, this mid-level warrior of the green rank seems to have also hidden his true power, and with just one move, he killed the blue-ranked beginner warrior Lao Da, how is that possible for a mid-level warrior of the green rank?!

  Too weird!

  At this moment, Ling Qingyan was like a god of death who could take their lives at any time in the eyes of the remaining four members of the Wen family. There was no longer any intention to resist in their hearts. Subconsciously, the four people simultaneously exchanged a glance with each other, and they all read fear from each other's eyes!

  Run away!

  The four of them suddenly and inexplicably burst forth with a deep blue true energy from between their legs, shooting out in all directions and fleeing away.

  "Pretty clever..."

  Looking at the four people fleeing in different directions, Ling Qingyan's mouth drew a sly smile, and the Yinyuan long sword in his hand "hissed" into a whirlpool formed by layers of sparkling sword light... As soon as Ling Qingyan moved in his heart, the sparkling whirlpool was also swung out from Ling Qingyan's hand, mixed with the sound of fierce wind and thunder, violently sweeping towards the Wen family disciple in the east.

  It was the eighth move of the Tianjian Jiushi that Ling Qingyan had yet to fully master - the No Sword Style!

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