Wen Lanfeng vs. Bi Changchun (4)

Bi Changchun moved like a phantom through the sword energy, hoping Wen Lanfeng would give him another surprise. However, after a long while, Wen Lanfeng only pressed on, and the expected surprise did not appear again.

Bi Changchun sighed inwardly. It had been a long time since he had encountered an opponent he could really enjoy fighting. It seemed that his expectations of him were a bit too high.

His disappointment was too much for Wen Lanfeng to bear...

Wen Lanfeng sadly realized that he had overestimated himself. Bi Changchun's constant dodging wasn't because he was forced into a corner, but rather because he hadn't attacked yet, seemingly waiting for Wen Lanfeng to unleash his full potential. Perhaps seeing Wen Lanfeng's meager strength, Bi Changchun lost interest in stalling and began to counterattack.

Bi Changchun, who had been holding his hands behind his back, suddenly extended one of them, drawing an ethereal and unpredictable afterimage.

The clanging sounds rang out, and the chaotic, forest-like sword energy could no longer be wielded freely. Bi Changchun moved through it as if strolling in a garden, occasionally pointing out with two fingers to strike the smooth sides of the passing sword energy, producing a series of clanging sounds.

Wen Lanfeng suddenly felt his arms go numb from the shock, and his sword energy seemed to encounter countless obstacles, gradually slowing down. The two, who had been moving so fast they were now blurry figures, gradually revealed their true forms in the air, and even the women in Ziyi could see their every move clearly.

"Not good!" Nong Zhu and the Ancestor Nanming exclaimed in unison. The two were finally certain that Bi Changchun had indeed been holding back all along, and once he made his move, Wen Lanfeng would have a hard time withstanding it.

Bi Changchun's temper is well known, not only to Nong Zhu but also to the Ancestor Nanming. Now that this guy has decided to get serious, Wen Lanfeng is probably in grave danger.

Just as Nong Zhu and the Ancestor Nanming were on tenterhooks, a shocking scene unfolded...

The massive sword energy ceased its entanglement with Bi Changchun and was withdrawn. Although Bi Changchun's seemingly casual pointing here and there might have seemed insignificant, Wen Lanfeng was genuinely feeling the strain. If this continued, he would be utterly exhausted.

The greatsword was sheathed, Wen Lanfeng gripped the hilt with both hands. With a cry of "Ya!", he swiftly slashed straight at Bi Changchun, delivering a solid blow. The speed and power of this strike were beyond question, already accompanied by a thunderous roar.

Bi Changchun stood still in the air, neither dodging nor avoiding, which startled everyone else. "Hmph!" He let out a cold, resounding snort, as if he were a Vajra subduing a demon, his tone filled with extreme disdain.

This cold snort was a huge insult to Wen Lanfeng. Filled with grief and indignation, Wen Lanfeng immediately poured all his cultivation into the sword strike, determined to make it effective in one blow.

A massive sword aura, roaring like thunder, carried the force to split the heavens and earth. It unleashed a thunderous strike...

Just as the sword was about to strike, Bi Changchun extended his hand again, seemingly out of nowhere; no one could see when it had appeared...

The roar abruptly ceased, and the massive sword aura remained suspended in mid-air... not frozen, but immobilized. Bi Changchun had firmly caught the descending blade with two fingers, preventing Wen Lanfeng's all-out strike from advancing even an inch further. The thunderous rage had been quelled with a mere wave of his hand...

Wen Lanfeng gripped his sword with both hands, his face flushed red. Bi Changchun, dressed in a light blue robe, his handsome face expressionless, one hand behind his back, the other holding the massive blade between two fingers... This was the scene in the air.

The difference in strength was obvious at a glance. The onlookers held their breath, imprinting the scene deeply into their minds...

Furong's mouth was agape, big enough to fit an egg; her mind went completely blank...

The woman in Ziyi clasped her hands in front of her chest, her eyes sparkling. No wonder she had admired Elder Bi since childhood; he was simply too perfect...

Wood Lady Mu bowed her head slightly in reverence. The Punishment Envoy of the Demon Ghost Domain was naturally invincible; otherwise, how could he have intimidated countless Demon Kings and ghost kings...

Nong Zhu and the Ancestor Nanming swallowed hard. How many people in the world could withstand Wen Lanfeng's thunderous attack, let alone such a monstrous act as Bi Changchun's? He actually used his fingers to pinch...

It's simply indescribable. It was blatant contempt, an extreme display of disdain as two fingers were extended...

The expression on Wen Lanfeng's face could only be described as one of boundless grief and indignation. He had poured all his cultivation into a single sword strike, only to have it effortlessly halted by the opponent's two fingers. The fierce battle they had fought earlier was nothing more than a cat playing with a mouse. This was a hundred times worse than the humiliation of a hundred years ago! He had come here brimming with confidence the moment he emerged from seclusion, only to find out it was all a self-orchestrated farce, a ridiculous joke that had utterly ripped off the world.

"Do you still think you're qualified to make me draw my sword?" Bi Changchun asked indifferently, holding the sword in one hand.

"I lost!" Wen Lanfeng managed to utter those three words with difficulty.

"Weren't you trying to test the limits of my cultivation? You've already given up so quickly?" Bi Changchun relentlessly pressed on, "Do you remember what I said?"

"What?" Wen Lanfeng asked, somewhat bewildered.

"Any cultivator with a cultivation level of Nascent Spirit Transformation stage or above who trespasses into the Demon Ghost Domain shall die!" Bi Changchun warned in an icy tone.

Wen Lanfeng's pupils suddenly contracted. Nong Zhu on the other end exclaimed in alarm, "Old Bi, don't be impulsive, let's talk this out."

However, Bi Changchun was not going to listen to any advice at this moment. "Hmph!" He let out another cold snort, as resounding as a Vajra subduing demon. He attacked without hesitation, pushing forward with lightning speed with the hand holding the sword.

Wen Lanfeng suddenly felt an overwhelming and unparalleled force surge towards him through the sword, causing him to lose his grip on it. With a "thud," the hilt of the sword slammed into his abdomen, and the fierce energy surged through his limbs and bones. "Pfft!" He couldn't hold back a mouthful of blood.

"Old Bi, stop!" Nong Zhu Feng shouted. The others were shocked and speechless; the Number One Expert Under Heaven was about to kill someone...

Bi Changchun twisted the two fingers holding the sword, and the 'Giant Silver' sword, which had been freed from Wen Lanfeng's hand, revealed its true form, flipping in mid-air and flying towards Shuntian Island.

With a "whoosh," Bi Changchun, who was still in the same spot in the air, suddenly appeared in front of Wen Lanfeng again... Wen Lanfeng was shocked. Being locked on by the aura of such a Bi Changchun, teleportation was impossible. He quickly spread his protective Gang Qi around his body.

Bi Changchun pointed out with two fingers again. The two small fingers exerted tremendous force, shattering the protective Gang Qi with a "bang," Wen Lanfeng was sent flying backward, spitting out another mouthful of blood with a "pfft."

Wen Lanfeng had only been sent flying back a dozen meters when Bi Changchun, who had been chasing him all along, arrived in front of him again; a third Bi Changchun had appeared in the air. Wen Lanfeng was making a desperate struggle, concentrating all his cultivation into a single palm strike...

At this moment, Wen Lanfeng was already severely injured and unable to control the residual power of his fight. His wild aura, unleashed with this palm strike, surged outwards like a raging torrent.

"Not good!" the Ancestor Nanming exclaimed. A golden light flashed from the Storage Bag, soaring into the sky and rapidly spreading out. A fine, golden net enveloped the entire Shuntian Island.

The surging shockwave was miraculously blocked by the golden netting, leaving Shuntian Island unscathed. However, on the other side of Thousand Mile Lake, the waves surged and crashed.

Bi Changchun, on the other side, didn't take Wen Lanfeng's palm strike seriously. He transformed his finger into a fist and slammed it directly into Wen Lanfeng's palm. The latter coughed up another mouthful of blood, his face turning deathly pale, and he was sent flying backward once more.

The fourth Bi Changchun appeared like the Grim Reaper, his three afterimages still lingering behind him, demonstrating his incredible speed. He then transformed his fist into a palm, striking directly at Wen Lanfeng's chest...

A bitter smile appeared on Wen Lanfeng's face. Having endured three consecutive thunderous blows—a sword hilt, a finger, and a punch—his body was extremely weak. The last punch, in particular, had shattered his True Essence, leaving him utterly powerless to resist and only able to await his death.

In truth, how many people in this world could withstand Bi Changchun's three thunderous blows? Only Wen Lanfeng, with his profound cultivation, could withstand them; anyone else would have been dead long ago.

Wen Lanfeng's bitter smile held a hint of relief; dying at the hands of the Number One Expert Under Heaven wasn't entirely unjust. As Bi Changchun's cold, aloof face drew closer, the image of the peerless beauty from Lingfang Valley flashed through his mind...

After I die, will you ever think of me? Farewell. My dearest woman. My biggest regret in this life is not being able to see you one last time before I came... Two crystal tears welled up in Wen Lanfeng's eyes. Even in his dying moments, he was still thinking of Lu Yanqing.

"Nanming, my ancestors for eighteen generations!" Nong Zhu clung to the golden net and howled to the sky, his hands, which were gripping the net, were already bleeding profusely.

He had long been prepared to teleport in front of Wen Lanfeng at the crucial moment, and he figured Bi Changchun wouldn't kill him too. As long as he could seize the opportunity, he wasn't afraid of failing to save Wen Lanfeng; that's how he saved Wen Lanfeng back then.

Despite all his calculations, he overlooked the golden net that the Ancestor Nanming had laid out to block the shockwave. Just as Bi Changchun threw his punch, he teleported over, only to be blocked by this treasure.

This treasure was a top-grade defensive spiritual treasure crafted by the Ancestor Nanming for his own use. Even with an equivalent spiritual treasure, it would be difficult to break through. For Nong Zhu to try to tear it apart with his bare hands was simply a pipe dream given his cultivation level.

"Master!" Ziyi exclaimed in surprise. She had never seen her master so heartbroken. Furong and Wood Lady Mu were even more stunned.

The Ancestor Nanming was completely dumbfounded. He naturally understood what Nong Zhu wanted to do, but he had ruined everything himself... First Company of events happened in an instant, and everything was unpredictable.

"Ah..." Nong Zhu groaned helplessly as she climbed the golden net. Now, no one could stop Bi Changchun from making his move. No one could stop him... No, there was one more person, perhaps he could...

In a flash, the name "Yue Qianchou" suddenly appeared in his mind. Bi Changchun's precious disciple—this was the last glimmer of hope. He had to try, no matter what. Nong Zhu shouted impatiently, "Yue Qianchou, stop! For Yue Qianchou, Old Bi, for Yue Qianchou you can't kill him! Stop! Stop..."

It must be said that those words truly stopped Bi Changchun from striking with his palm. At that crucial final moment, the words "Yue Qianchou" made Bi Changchun pause, and the following words made him completely stop.

It may seem late, but it's actually fast; almost everything happens in an instant.

The three illusory figures behind Bi Changchun gradually disappeared, and he himself stopped and stood quietly in the air. He let Wen Lanfeng fall into Thousand Mile Lake with a "whoosh." Bi Changchun coldly glanced at Nong Zhu, who was crawling on the golden net like a crab, as if asking him what he meant by his words just now?

Before falling into the lake, Wen Lanfeng opened his eyes, his gaze filled with disbelief. He had heard Nong Zhu's words, and he never expected that the name "Yue Qianchou" would allow him to survive by sheer luck.

The icy lake water engulfed him, leaving him powerless to resist. Bi Changchun's three strikes were too powerful; not only had they shattered his internal True Essence, but they had also severely damaged his bones and meridians. If that palm strike had landed again, he would have been utterly helpless and torn to pieces.

Blood seeped from his bobbing body into the azure lake water, spreading out in wisps...

Nong Zhu's eyes widened, and with a cheer, she jumped down from the golden net, bouncing around wildly as if in a madman.

"Oh dear! My goodness!" The Ancestor Nanming sighed helplessly, finally letting out a sigh of relief. Little did he know that this exclamation would bring trouble...

"You bastard!" Nong Zhu roared, jumped over, grabbed him by the collar, and began to beat him mercilessly. The Ancestor Nanming howled in pain, but dared not retaliate, after all, he was in the wrong first.

"Damn it, have you hit me enough?" the Ancestor Nanming roared, shoving him away.

"Damn it! Why aren't you taking down this lousy net? Do you want Wen Lanfeng to drown instead of beating him to death?" Nong Zhu roared.

"Uh..." The anger of the Ancestor Nanming vanished instantly.

"Still standing there? I'll beat you to death, you bastard!" Nong Zhu rushed over and gave him another beating. The girls were all dumbfounded. They never expected that Spirit Transformation stage expert was also human... no, that he could have such a human side.

"I was wrong, I was wrong, stop hitting me, stop hitting me, let me close the net." The Ancestor Nanming emerged from under his fists and feet, his face covered with bloody finger marks, all from the Nong Zhu Zhuqiang pulling the golden net.

The Ancestor Nanming cast a Method Formula, and the golden net "whooshed" into the air Shuntian Island, shrinking into a ball and turning into golden light that shot into his Storage Bag.

Nong Zhu didn't have time to argue with him anymore. In an instant, he appeared below Bi Changchun, looked up at Bi Changchun, and gave him a silly grin. Then he darted to the lake, grabbed Wen Lanfeng who was grinning at him, and, seeing this, got angry. He slapped Wen Lanfeng twice across the face.

Then he quickly flew to Shuntian Island. As soon as he was put down, the others came over.

"It's good that you're not dead, it's good that you're not dead, otherwise I, Nanming, would feel guilty for the rest of my life." The Ancestor Nanming said with relief. He gently pressed his palm on Wen Lanfeng's chest to check his injuries, paused for a moment, and exhaled, "Your True Essence has been depleted, and your meridians and bones are damaged inch by inch. Fortunately, you have a good foundation. If it were an ordinary person, I'm afraid they wouldn't have been able to withstand it. Think of a way to recover."

Having survived the ordeal, Wen Lanfeng was secretly overjoyed. Looking at the bloody finger marks on the Ancestor Nanming's face, he smiled knowingly. But then Nong Zhu grabbed him again and slapped him twice more, cursing, "Laughing like an idiot? What are you laughing at? You're happy you didn't die? You're not dead, but I have to clean up your mess. Damn it! I should have let you die and be free."

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