After a fierce battle, six more monks fell!
After fighting for so long, nearly half of the twenty monks have been killed or wounded, and their morale has been severely damaged!
Wu Shuangren's physical strength was also running out. His legs felt as heavy as lead, and his hands holding the knife were trembling slightly. His tiger's mouth was completely torn open.
However, the Traits was still on his head, so he could still perfectly demonstrate his strength every time he faced an enemy, and his combat power did not decrease much due to his injuries!
Xu Yu was in Xu Yu worse shape than him, with injuries to both legs and arms. He used his knife to support himself, standing beside Wu Shuangren. His eyes were still bright, fixed on the surrounding enemies, ready to pounce at any moment.
Traits blood-red [Lean Tiger] Xu Yu above Xu Yu's head had dimmed, like a candle flame in the wind.
Wu Shuangren stared Liaoming at Liao Ming behind the crowd; he wouldn't give up until the very last moment!
Liaoming has already lost an arm. With his remaining strength, he can kill his opponent in a one-on-one fight if given the chance!
Once Liaoming dies, it will be difficult for the remaining people to have the will to fight.
There's still a chance!
Wu Shuangren told himself this.
Feeling Wu Shuangren's gaze, Liaoming felt a chill run down his spine. He couldn't understand why Xu Yu moment, just wouldn't fall.
He couldn't understand why Wu Shuangren, despite being seriously injured and having exhausted a lot of energy, showed no mistakes in her swordsmanship and movement.
Why does it still give me a feeling of extreme danger?
"Go! They're finished!"
Liaoming shouted again in a stern voice.
Da da da da da--
The sound of rapid hoofbeats suddenly came, but it wasn't the cavalry on the outer perimeter who moved.
A rider charged into the forest!
108 Immortals Tread the Waves, A Single Sword Cuts Across the Dust
A few hours ago, in Bo County.
Although Wu Dongrong sent Li Quan and Zhao Laosi, he was still somewhat uneasy.
After hesitating for a moment, he picked up the package Xu Nanzhi had given him, left the camp, and headed towards the clinic in the south of the city.
When Wu Dongrong entered the clinic, Xu Nanzhi was sitting behind her medical desk organizing medicinal herbs. She was wearing a plain-colored ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress), and her long hair was casually tied up behind her head with a wooden hairpin.
There were no patients in the clinic at that time.
Xu Nanzhi looked up at the sound of footsteps and saw the package in Wu Dongrong's hand. She put down the medicinal herbs she was holding and asked in surprise, "Why did you bring the shoes back again? Didn't you say you were going to have them delivered today?"
Wu Dongrong placed the package on the consultation table and sat down beside it.
"What's wrong?"
Xu Nanzhi noticed that her husband had something on his mind.
Wu Dongrong recounted Sun Yong's story.
Xu Nanzhi listened quietly to him finish speaking. After decades of marriage, she knew her husband well and said softly, "Are you worried that something happened to Shuangren?"
Wu Dongrong nodded. "The Mist Hidden Temple has definitely been keeping an eye on Shuangren. If something really happened to Sun Yong, or if he was bribed, it's very likely that the Mist Hidden Temple is planning to make a move!"
Xu Nanzhi was silent for a while, then she suddenly stood up and picked up the coarse cloth bundle on the medical table.
"Then I'll go to West River Market."
Wu Dongrong was taken aback for a moment, then stood up as well. "You're going?"
Xu Nanzhi waved the package in front of him and laughed, "Otherwise, it'll be our son's birthday, and we won't even have a gift."
Wu Dongrong looked at his wife and smiled, "I think you just want to see your son."
Xu Nanzhi smiled and did not deny it.
Next, Wu Dongrong went to the militia camp to prepare horses and supplies, while Xu Nanzhi closed the clinic and went home to change her clothes.
When Xu Nanzhi arrived at the militia's camp, she had already changed into a set of light blue martial arts attire, and her long hair was neatly styled and tied up with a black rope. She looked like a completely different person; the gentleness in her eyes had diminished, replaced by a more heroic air.
Wu Dongrong had also prepared a horse, with a water bag and a sack of dry food hanging on its back. He also took out an iron sword from the storeroom and handed it to Xu Nanzhi.
Xu Nanzhi took the sword, weighed it in her hand, slung the bundle of shoes over her shoulder, and mounted her horse with swift and decisive movements.
Wu Dongrong looked up at his wife and said, "Be careful on the road."
Xu Nanzhi nodded. "Don't worry."
She spurred her horse slightly and rode along the long street toward the city gate. Wu Dongrong stood there watching her go until her figure in green disappeared around the street corner.
On the official road.
Xu Nanzhi rode her horse for nearly two hours when a gust of wind blew by, bringing with it a stench of blood.
She looked towards the locust grove ahead and heard faint sounds of fighting.
After thinking for a moment, she rode her horse into the woods.
Soon, Xu Nanzhi spotted the scene in the woods in the distance—
Dozens of cavalrymen formed a loose semi-circle, with corpses lying haphazardly on the ground, and a group of armored men were attacking two people.
The two men were covered in blood, and one of them was his own son!
"Shuangren!"
Xu Nanzhi's expression changed.
She was usually gentle and quiet, her voice as soft as a spring breeze across a lake when she spoke. But at this moment, a chilling killing intent appeared in her eyes!
Xu Nanzhi surprisingly chose to abandon her horse, leaping off its back and galloping away after landing.
She moved with incredible speed; her dark blue figure flashed through the forest, the withered leaves beneath her feet whipped up by the strong wind and swirling in the air.
That speed is faster than a galloping horse!
The cavalry on the outer perimeter spotted her first.
Who is it?
"Stop!"
"Release the arrows—"
More than a dozen arrows whistled through the air, but Xu Nanzhi did not slow down. She slightly shifted her body, and the arrows grazed her earlobe.
In the blink of an eye, she was close to the outermost cavalry. She reached out her left hand, gripped the trunk of a locust tree with her five fingers, and with a pull, shifted three feet to the side and leaped high into the air.
The rider didn't even see her move clearly; he only saw a figure flash before his eyes, and then there was another person on the horse's back!
Xu Nanzhi stood behind the rider, kicked him off his horse, and then jumped off herself, stepping on a tree trunk with her left foot to propel herself forward.
Several arrows shot at the branch she was standing on, embedding themselves in the trunk, their fletchings humming and vibrating.
Xu Nanzhi's figure kept 'flickering' in the forest, each leap and change of direction catching people off guard.
Her movement technique and Wu Shuangren's both originated from the same source, the Cloud Tide Returning Wave Steps, but the way she used it now had a bit more charm than Wu Shuangren's.
Although you are walking through the forest, you have the illusion that you are at the seaside and can see the waves splashing as they crash on the shore.
Xu Nanzhi moved swiftly through the forest, like an immortal riding the waves!
In the blink of an eye, she had already passed through the outer cavalry's interception.
Wu Shuangren had already seen Xu Nanzhi rushing towards them at this moment, and his eyes widened in surprise.
Although Xu Nanzhi had refused his request to spar, he had once locked onto Xu Nanzhi with the skill "[Match for One Person]". Judging from the level of Internal Skill strength enhancement shown in the Traits, his mother was at most Fourth Rank martial artist.
But is this something Fourth Rank martial artist could accomplish?
Liaoming also noticed this scene and, without hesitation, shouted an order, "Stop her!"
Two heavily armored monks turned to meet her, one wielding a monk's knife and the other swinging an iron rod, blocking Xu Nanzhi's path from the left and right. The monk's knife swept horizontally, aiming straight for her waist and abdomen. The iron rod cleaved down, smashing towards her head.
Xu Nanzhi's footwork suddenly changed, her body seemingly lifted by the tide, lightly floating back half a step, the blade of the dagger grazing her clothes. Immediately afterwards, she twisted her waist, as if being swept into and then thrown out of a whirlpool, slashing at the iron bar that was smashing down from her right.
Clang—
Xu Nanzhi drew her sword!
It was just an ordinary iron sword; such a sword wouldn't even leave a mark on a soldier's armor.
Xu Nanzhi, standing close to the right of the monk wielding an iron rod, simply thrust out a sword, the tip piercing the unarmored eye, penetrating through the eye socket and piercing the skull!
He drew his sword, and blood gushed from the gaps in his mask. The monk fell backward.
Xu Nanzhi didn't even look, turned around and thrust out her second sword. The monk behind her, who was holding a monk's knife, just happened to be rushing over, making it look like he had run into the blade!
The sword also pierced precisely through the gap above the mask and into its eye!
The monk's sword was still raised in mid-air when he froze, then collapsed to his knees.
Two swords, and two heavily armored monks were killed in less than three breaths!
Liaoming saw this scene, he felt his scalp tingle!
Even the abbot's nephew wouldn't possess such skill!
Liaoming instinctively stepped back, having lost all will to fight.
Xu Nanzhi looked over and her gaze fell on Liaoming, giving him a sense of horror as if a sword were pointed at his throat!
Judging from the order just given, Xu Nanzhi has already determined that Liaoming is the leader.
She glanced again at Wu Shuangren, who was covered in blood, and Sha Qi appeared in her eyes!
From childhood to adulthood, I have never been able to bring myself to hit my son.
"How dare you hurt my son!"
Five words, spoken with a sound like ice shattering, shook the leaves off the trees!
When the first word was uttered, Xu Nanzhi was no longer in the same spot.
As she uttered the last word, she had already traversed a distance of over ten zhang and arrived before Liaoming!
Liaoming Ming's pupils contracted; he had already discarded the spear and replaced it with a monk's knife. Seeing Xu Nanzhi charging towards him, he unhesitatingly activated the [World-Purifying Wisdom King Mantra]!
His blood and qi were boiling, Liaoming the skin exposed on his nail plates turned dark red, with a large amount of white steam gushing out from the gaps in the nail plates.
At this moment, this 74-year-old body unleashed power far exceeding its usual strength!
Xu Nanzhi charged forward with her sword, thrusting it out. Liaoming parried with his saber, deflecting the first sword strike with his monk's knife, dodging the second, and the third sword grazed his arm, sending sparks flying from the armor plates.
Even with his potential unleashed, a severed arm cannot reattach the bone or heal the wound. Liaoming, now using a left-handed swordsmanship, was at a disadvantage from the very first move!
Xu Nanzhi's swordplay was continuous and relentless, like waves crashing against the shore, one wave after another. She circled around Liaoming, her sword light piercing from all directions.
Liaoming swung his sword with one hand, feeling as if he were trapped in a deep-sea whirlpool, completely enveloped by Xu Nanzhi's sword aura, surrounded by killing intent, making it difficult to break free!
He could only rely on the speed and power brought by the [World-Purifying Wisdom King Mantra], as well as the protection of the armor, to withstand many sword strikes aimed at his body and fight back with all his might.
But after five moves, Liaoming started to fall behind.
Xu Nanzhi's movements were too fast, and her sword strikes were even faster. The sword's edge left afterimages in the air, and before the previous sword light had dissipated, the next sword light had already appeared.
Liaoming was forced into a series of defeats!
He even had a feeling that the woman in front of him had just warmed up and was gradually drawing out the power that had been hidden for many years from her body, and her movement and sword speed were still improving!
In the seventh move, Xu Nanzhi thrust her sword at Liaoming's face, Liaoming parried with his horizontal saber. Suddenly, she changed her thrust into a parry, the blade of her sword brushing against the back of the saber, and with a flick of her wrist, she deflected the saber an inch outward, creating an opening in Liaoming's center.
Xu Nanzhi took a half step forward, her left palm rising from her waist and slamming heavily onto Liaoming's breastplate.
This palm strike was powerful and heavy, the force penetrating through the armor, Liaoming's chest to visibly dent!
Before Liaoming recover and dissipate the force, Xu Nanzhi's left shoulder had already slammed into him.
Using her waist as a pivot and her feet to push off the ground, Xu Nanzhi gathered all her strength into her shoulders. This impact was even more ferocious than the previous palm strike, slamming solidly into Liaoming's breastplate. The breastplate was completely deformed by the impact, Liaoming was sent flying!
Weighing over two hundred pounds including his armor, Liaoming thrown backward like a catapult projectile. He spat out a mouthful of blood in mid-air, the blood mist exploding and mixing with fragments of his internal organs.
Xu Nanzhi didn't stop. She picked up an iron spear that had fallen to the ground, stepped forward, spun three times, spinning the spear with her, and finally hurled it away!