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

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Tianmen Daoist looked at him calmly: "This is what Sect Leader Yue taught me."

Tianxin was stunned upon hearing this, and her body seemed to lose all strength. She lay on the ground, quietly looking at the sky, letting the life within her flow away.

After a while.

Tianxin.

dead.

The Taoist priest from Tianmen turned and left.

While at Mount Hua, Yue Buqun passed on the lost sword techniques of the Taishan School to him. In the following days, Tianmen Daoist and Yue Buqun and other masters discussed sword techniques and exchanged sword moves.

Yue Buqun shared his insights and experiences with Tianmen Daoren without holding anything back.

In fact, just like the Huashan Sect in the past, the Taishan Sect and the Hengshan Sect practiced swordsmanship in a very rigid way. They would only follow the sword techniques and would not be flexible. For example, when Tianmen Daoren used the Seven Stars Falling from the Sky technique, if the enemy dodged the first change, Tianmen Daoren would definitely use the second change. Even if the opponent knew the sword move, he would still use it. He would not change his sword move immediately like he does now.

It was precisely because of this that Daoist Tianxin misjudged Daoist Tianmen's sword moves and was defeated. This unexpected turn of events puzzled Tianxin, which is why he asked why before he died.

Inside the palace.

Three bodies lay on the ground: one headless, one with its neck slit, and another with both arms missing and a large cave-in in its chest—a truly gruesome death.

"Ho...ho..."

One man, his body hunched over and panting heavily, stood with his sword planted on the ground, looking at Jiang Ning not far away.

At this point, he was at his last gasp. His internal energy had been completely depleted, and his remaining strength was insufficient to support him standing. He could only barely stay upright by relying on the sword in his hand to keep from falling.

Of the four bodyguards of Songshan, only he remained.

The bodyguard's hair was disheveled, and blood flowing from his forehead blurred his vision as it flowed into his eyes, making Jiang Ning appear as if stained with blood.

Jiangning has made a move.

The wind was approaching.

The bodyguard's blurred vision made it impossible for him to see Jiang Ning's figure clearly, but the sense of danger he felt made him instinctively raise his sword.

next second.

With a clang, the sound of the sword hitting the ground was heard.

The gangster's vision was reversed, and the world seemed to turn upside down in his eyes. Before he knew what was happening, he saw his own corpse in his peripheral vision.

thump!

The body fell to the ground.

Jiang Ning stared expressionlessly at the four corpses in the hall, took out a piece of cloth from his bosom, wrapped it around the hilt of his sword, and wiped away the bloodstains.

Jiang Ning turned and walked out of the hall, casually tossing the cloth in his hand, which landed not far from the head.

The head and eyes were wide open, and the gaze fell directly on the blood-stained white cloth.

Chapter 302: The Situation is Set

Jiang Ning stepped outside the palace and found a pile of corpses on the ground.

At this moment, hundreds of people outside the hall were fighting each other, and at least a hundred corpses had been left on the ground, belonging to both sides.

"Huh? Why are you out here?"

At this moment, Tianmen Daoist's surprised voice rang out.

After killing Tianxin, Tianmen Daoist planned to enter the hall to support Jiang Ning, but as soon as he reached the hall entrance, Jiang Ning's figure had already walked out.

"Uncle."

Jiang Ning looked at him.

Tianmen Daoist looked at Jiang Ning with suspicion and asked, "Where are Zhong Zhen and the others?"

Jiang Ning said, "They are already dead."

Tianmen Daoist slightly opened his eyes.

"You really killed them all?"

Although Tianmen had a hunch when he saw Jiang Ning walk out of the hall, he still found it hard to believe when he heard Jiang Ning's words.

Tianmen Daoist glanced past Jiang Ning into the hall, his brows furrowing unconsciously.

The battlefield was too intense; the main hall was a mess, with craters and countless sword marks all over the walls and floor.

This main hall is going to undergo major renovations.

The words "Heavenly Gate Taoist" came to mind subconsciously.

After witnessing the horrific scene inside the hall, the Taoist priest from Tianmen noticed the four corpses on the ground, and his brows furrowed once more.

It's too awful.

The four corpses died in increasingly gruesome ways. The one with the best death was one whose throat had been slit, while the other three were even more gruesome.

Tianmen Daoist searched the hall but did not see Zhong Zhen's body, because Jiang Ning had crushed Zhong Zhen's head. In the end, Tianmen Daoist recognized Zhong Zhen from the clothing of one of the headless corpses.

"This……"

The four bodyguards inside the hall died in increasingly gruesome ways, and even the Heavenly Gate Taoist, who had lived for decades, was speechless upon witnessing this scene.

He glanced at Jiang Ning, as if he wanted to say something, but held back, though he couldn't help but say something in the end.

"No wonder people call you the Living Yama."

There are no wrong nicknames, only wrong names.

"..."

Upon hearing Tianmen Daoist's words, Jiang Ning, who was about to join the battle to help the Taishan disciples of Tianmen fight the enemy, corrected him.

"Master Uncle, I am now a great hero of Guanzhong, certified by the imperial court."

Tianmen Daoist didn't dwell on the issue of titles with Jiang Ning; there were more important matters at hand.

"The Four Protectors of Songshan and Tianxin are dead. Taishan disciples, follow me to exterminate the traitors of our sect and the remnants of the Songshan Sect!"

The shout from the Heavenly Gate Taoist was amplified by his internal energy, and its sound traveled far and wide.

Upon hearing this, the Taishan disciples on his side perked up, becoming even more courageous as if they had taken stimulants. On the other hand, the twenty-odd people brought by Zhong Zhen and the Taishan disciples dressed in mourning clothes were like wilted eggplants, their already weak momentum weakening even further.

"Brother, are Master Zhong and the others really dead?"

A burly man shouted in a panic to the person in front of him, and the others also seemed flustered.

"Tianmen is definitely trying to scam us, everyone don't believe them!"

Hearing the commotion behind them, the leader shouted repeatedly to calm everyone down.

"This is a trap set by the enemy; don't panic!"

Hearing the leader's words, the others calmed down.

At this moment, they were all huddled together, while the outside was filled with disciples of Mount Tai.

Tian Song, Tian Yi, and other Taishan Sect masters of the Tian generation led a group of Taishan disciples to surround them.

Previously, more than twenty of them ganged up to kill Taishan disciples, which enraged Tiansong and others, who surrounded them, thus reducing the casualty rate of their own disciples. However, the battle here is extremely fierce, and so many of them are fighting against these twenty-odd people, yet they are still only evenly matched.

"Humph!"

Hearing the leader's shout, Tianmen Daoist snorted coldly, drew his sword, and charged forward, his eyes filled with intense killing intent.

These people were brought by Zhong Zhen, but they used different weapons and wore different clothes. They were obviously not disciples of the Songshan Sect, but thugs recruited by Zuo Lengchan. These people had killed many disciples of the Taishan Sect. Tianmen Daoist had long been determined to kill them. Now that he had dealt with Tianxin and others, and Jiang Ning had also killed the Four Protectors of Songshan, Tianmen Daoist joined the battle without delay.

boom!

As Tianmen Daoist joined the battle, a loud explosion suddenly rang out above the group, and a figure descended from the sky.

"what!!!!"

A heart-wrenching scream rang out from among the crowd. Everyone looked over and saw a boy standing next to someone, his right hand on the person's head, seemingly to stroke the person's head, but his palm was clasped together as if he were holding something.

Keen-eyed observers had already noticed that the boy was holding a piece of a sword hilt in his hand.

But no one saw the sword. As the boy removed his hand from the man's hand, the blood-stained sword was pulled out from above the man's head.

As Jiang Ning pulled out his sword, the man whose body had been pierced through the top of his head by the sword twitched incessantly, emitting weak moans, until Jiang Ning completely withdrew the sword, at which point the man collapsed to the ground.

When everyone saw the blood-stained longsword in Jiang Ning's hand, a chill ran through them.

Then they saw Jiang Ning's face and realized that he was the boy who had passed between them before the fight broke out.

when!

"what!"

A scream rang out from the outside, and the Heavenly Gate Taoist had begun to kill.

Jiang Ning glanced left and right, lowered his body slightly, and in the next second, he burst out with speed, rushing to one of the people before anyone could react.

Jiang Ning raised his leg and delivered a high roundhouse kick, striking the man's chest so hard that his chest caved in. Then, he swept his leg high across the three men's eyes, creating a gust of wind that pierced their eyes. Several screams rang out as the three men covered their eyes and wailed.

These twenty-odd people were all second-rate in strength. As Jiang Ning and Tianmen Daoist joined the battle, their formation, which they had maintained since the beginning, instantly collapsed, and they began to scatter and flee.

"Kill them all, don't let a single one escape!"

Daoist Tiansong roared angrily and led the disciples of Mount Tai in a pursuit to intercept and kill them.

At this point, the battle had become one-sided.

"what!!!"

"Don't kill me, I surrender."

"I'm not from the Songshan Sect, I was just hired by them, please don't kill me."

These people could not escape the pursuit of the Taishan disciples. They knelt down and begged for mercy, but before they could say a few words, their heads were cut off by a sword.

At this moment, the disciples of Mount Tai were filled with rage and ignored their pleas for mercy. Before long, they were all killed.

There are still more than 30 Taishan disciples dressed in mourning clothes stubbornly resisting in the arena.

puff!

A disciple of Mount Tai swung his sword and slashed at a man, who screamed in agony.

Outside, they were surrounded and attacked by disciples of Mount Tai.

Tianmen Daoist and Jiang Ning had already stopped and were watching this scene from outside.

The situation is now settled. The next step is for the Taishan Sect to clean house. Jiang Ning no longer needs to take action, and Tianmen Daoist also refrains from further action, watching everything with an inscrutable expression.

These disciples, dressed in mourning clothes, were being killed from time to time, and their numbers were dwindling.

At this moment, the Taishan disciples, dressed in mourning clothes, looked fearful.

"Master Uncle!!!"

At this moment, one of the disciples looked in the direction of Tianmen Daoist and cried out in a mournful voice.

Upon hearing the shout, Tianmen Daoist's hand trembled slightly, and his lips moved slightly, but he ultimately closed his eyes and did not respond.

After a long time.

The ground was littered with corpses, leaving only Daoist Tiansong and his lineage of Taishan disciples standing in the open space.

"Senior brother, we won! We won!"

Master Tiansong wore a joyful expression.

They, the Taishan Sect, have finally weathered the crisis.

The other Taishan Taoists and Taishan disciples of the Tian generation all showed relaxed expressions.

"Senior brother, we finally won!"

Daoist Tiansong could not hide his joy and looked towards Daoist Tianmen, but then froze.

The Taoist priest of Tianmen had tears streaming down his face.