The Smiling, Proud Wanderer, becoming a disciple of Yue Buqun

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At this moment, the city is a scene of carnage, with blood flowing like a river.

Jiang Ning watched this scene from a distance, his expression calm, and he did not make a move.

Now is not the time for him to make a move. He needs to be ready for the final battle with Dongfang Bubai at any moment, and he must maintain his peak condition until then.

However, even if he didn't make a move at this moment, his initial sword strike was enough to influence the outcome of the battle, not to mention that their strength was now greater than that of the demonic sect within the city.

The scales of victory are gradually tipping in their favor.

"Leaving Sword Style!"

Linghu Chong's loud shout rang out from the battlefield not far away, and his long sword flew out of his hand and spun in mid-air, killing people.

Faced with the great battle in the city against the righteous army, the demonic sect, though composed of elites and possessing many experts, was still somewhat inferior to the righteous side. Even the strongest, Tong Baixiong, was currently being held back by Zhao Wuji, and no results were forthcoming.

call out!call out!

Zhao Wuji lunged forward and thrust his spear horizontally to the left and right sides of Tong Baixiong's face, but Tong Baixiong dodged both. Zhao Wuji's attack did not diminish as he stepped forward and thrust his spear again. Tong Baixiong frowned and dodged to the side, but the spearhead instantly pierced the wall behind him.

Zhao Wuji's face was extremely cold, and the tip of his spear flashed coldly. With a flick of his wrist, the spearhead flew out, carrying countless fragments of stone, and swept towards Tong Baixiong.

Tong Baixiong's expression changed slightly. He flipped in mid-air to dodge, and as he landed, he slashed down at Zhao Wuji's head with his sword. However, Zhao Wuji had already twirled his spear above his head, deflecting Tong Baixiong's attack and instead forcing Tong Baixiong back.

"Good work."

Tong Baixiong looked at Zhao Wuji with a cold expression.

"Send your name."

"Zhao Wuji."

Zhao Wuji gave a cold laugh.

"With such skill, how come I've never heard of you in the martial arts world?"

"A mere traitor from the demonic sect dares to know my name?"

As they were talking, Zhao Wuji thrust his spear forward again, and the two began to fight once more.

"Chief... no, Elder, what do we do now?"

Hiding in a corner, the former elder of the Beggars' Sect watched the scene of fighting everywhere in the city with trepidation and asked Xie Feng, who was standing next to him.

Jie Feng's face looked grim at that moment.

At the beginning of the fight, he was also helping the Demonic Sect to deal with the righteous side, but now he is really too hated, and many righteous people are besieging him. Xie Feng had no choice but to hide.

"What do we do? Run!"

Jie Feng gritted his teeth and said.

He originally thought that with the enemy attacking and him defending, the defenders could wait and exhaust the righteous martial arts practitioners.

But who could have imagined Jiang Ning's sword strike that was completely beyond comprehension? The defense of the city turned into a direct confrontation, and they were utterly outmatched.

Jie Feng was already preparing to sneak away.

Yue Buqun, who was searching for Xie Feng, finally spotted Xie Feng lurking in the corner and charged at him with his sword.

"Jie Feng!"

"Where to escape!"

"Let's settle both old and new scores today!"

Chapter 782: Victory

Yue Buqun's shout was like a muffled thunderclap. Xie Feng turned his head and was horrified to find that the sword light had arrived.

when!

"Yue Buqun!"

After blocking Yue Buqun's attack, Xie Feng glared and said angrily, "If your Huashan Sect hadn't been so aggressive, how could I have fallen to this state?"

"Ah?"

Yue Buqun sneered.

"My Huashan Sect is aggressive? Your Beggar Clan has done all sorts of heinous things and you still blame us for being aggressive? If Hong Qigong were still alive and knew that the Beggar Clan is like this now, he would probably want to take action himself."

As he spoke, Yue Buqun made another move, unleashing the deadly Three Immortal Swords in a row.

"you!"

Enraged by Yue Buqun's insults, Jie Feng was then filled with horror.

when!

The dog-beating stick that Xie Feng raised was cut in half by Yue Buqun, who then struck with a palm. Xie Feng hurriedly met the blow with his own palm, but was sent flying the next second.

"How can the difference be so huge?"

In just a few moves, Xie Feng was defeated, his face filled with disbelief.

He knew Yue Buqun was stronger than him, but he didn't expect him to be this strong.

"Humph!"

Yue Buqun snorted coldly. If it were before he obtained the Innate Skill, even though his Purple Cloud Divine Skill was highly accomplished, he might not have been able to defeat Xie Feng. But now it was different. Xie Feng, who used to be extremely famous, could not withstand more than a few of his moves.

when!when!when!

Yue Buqun and Xie Feng exchanged blows for several more rounds. Xie Feng found it increasingly difficult to defend himself and turned to run away.

"Jie Feng!"

Ning Zhongze's voice rang out from afar, attracting Xie Feng's attention.

The next second, Jie Feng's eyes widened and he shouted.

"Let go of my son!"

Ning Zhongze was seen holding the White Lotus Envoy in one hand, with her sword pressed against his neck.

"Jie Feng, if you don't want your son to die, surrender now!"

Ning Zhongze said coldly.

As they spoke, Ning Zhongze's sword drew closer, and a trickle of blood seeped out.

The stinging sensation startled the White Lotus Messenger, who immediately cried out.

"Father, save me!!"

Hearing his son's cries for help, Jie Feng showed signs of struggle, but he didn't stop running away without saying a word.

A son can be born again; after all, the White Lotus Envoy was just his illegitimate son. If he were to die, he would be truly dead.

However, Xie Feng was determined to escape but failed to do so, as several masters from the Emei Sect surrounded him.

"Jie Feng! As the leader of the Beggars' Sect, you have committed heinous acts. Heaven's justice is clear, how can it tolerate you!"

A female master from Emei Mountain shouted.

"roll!"

Jie Feng roared and unleashed the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms.

Without any fear, Abbess Qingwei stepped forward and raised her hand to deliver a palm strike.

boom!

The two palms met, and Master Qingwei was unharmed, but Jiefeng took several steps back.

The Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms is the ultimate martial art of the Beggars' Sect. When mastered to its highest level, it makes one fearless against all martial arts. The purpose of using this martial art is to move forward without hesitation. However, this extremely powerful and fierce martial art lost all its power when used by Xie Feng. As a result, Xie Feng, whose skill was originally superior to that of Master Qingwei, was at a disadvantage in this exchange of palms.

Master Qingwei lunged forward again and struck with a palm, the wind whistling through the air.

Jie Feng focused his mind and held his breath to meet her palm again, but a strange scene appeared. The right arm of Master Qingwei, which was originally a straight palm strike, turned diagonally and struck at an angle that Jie Feng had never expected, hitting him on the back.

"puff!"

Xie Feng suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood and staggered a few steps.

At this moment, Yue Buqun also arrived, making it even more difficult for Xie Feng, who was already no match for Yue Buqun, to fight back now that he was injured. He was defeated in just two rounds.

Bang!

Yue Buqun kicked Xie Feng in the chest, sending him flying and crashing into a pillar not far away. Xie Feng was seriously injured again and collapsed, vomiting blood.

Before Jie Feng could even struggle to his feet, several sword lights arrived in the next second, covering several of his vital points and rendering him unable to move.

"Spare his dog's life and let the alliance leader decide his fate!"

Master Qingwei looked at Jiefeng and said coldly.

"Father!"

Upon seeing Feng captured, the White Lotus Envoy in the distance couldn't help but shout, but the next second he let out a hoarse sound.

Ning Zhongze pierced his throat with a sword, and blood gushed from the wound.

Another battlefield.

boom!

Zhao Wuji leaped forward and thrust his spear, while Tong Baixiong, wielding a single-edged sword, engaged him in fierce combat, sparks flying everywhere.

The fact that Tong Baixiong could fight Zhao Wuji with a single sword for so long demonstrates his strength, but at this moment Tong Baixiong's physical strength is greatly depleted, while Zhao Wuji is still holding on.

Tong Baixiong was old, and his physical strength and internal energy were declining. Zhao Wuji was in his prime. As the saying goes, youth is the best weapon. In particular, Zhao Wuji had been training with a spear since he was a child, and his strength was far greater than that of ordinary martial artists. In addition, he had the advantage of a long spear. At this moment, Tong Baixiong was about to give up.

when!

Zhao Wuji pressed down with a move called "Phoenix Nod," and Tong Baixiong raised his sword to block it. His arm trembled violently, and he was sent flying backward, only to be caught by several elders.

"Elder Tong, we can't win this battle. We must retreat immediately."

An elder said anxiously.

"no!"

Tong Baixiong's old face was deeply lined with wrinkles, and his expression was full of determination.

"I, Tong Baixiong, have fought my way through the martial world my entire life, never retreating a single step. How could I possibly run away?"

"Elder Tong, things are hopeless now. We are no match for the righteous path. If we don't retreat now, we will be wiped out."

The other elders also tried to persuade him, and under their dragging, Tong Baixiong had no choice but to retreat.

With Tong Baixiong's retreat, the Demonic Sect, which had long been unable to hold out, quickly collapsed and fled out of the city.

"Chase!"

"Slaughter the entire Demonic Sect! Don't let them escape back to Blackwood Cliff!"

The righteous martial arts practitioners were greatly encouraged and immediately gave chase.

The battle was a great victory, and Yue Buqun and the leaders of various sects, including Zhenshanzi, did not choose to pursue the enemy, but instead cleaned up the battlefield.

"go!"

"hurry up!"

Several Emei disciples escorted Jie Feng toward Jiang Ning.

"Alliance Leader, we have captured Jie Feng alive. How to deal with him is up to you!"

"It was Master Qingzhu who was leading the group," she said in a deep voice.

"Thank you for your trouble, Master."

Jiang Ning nodded, his gaze falling on Xie Feng kneeling on the ground, his expression calm.

Jie Feng also raised his head, looking at Jiang Ning with resentment.

Now that he's in Jiang Ning's hands, he doesn't expect the other party to let him go.

Given Jiang Ning's style of doing things, hoping that the other party would let him go is simply wishful thinking.

"Jie Feng".

Jiang Ning looked down at him, expressionless.