King of Hundred Victories Saber-Chapter 604 - 201: Turmoil at the Inn: Du Guhong Battles the Heroes, Lan Xiaodie’s Deadly Plot Shocks All (Part 4)
Upon reaching the backyard, he saw a mountain of money and provisions, his eyes flashed with a hint of joy, like fireworks bursting in the night sky.
He swiftly took off the deerskin bag from his waist that was invisible to ordinary people, his hands moving quickly like a nimble butterfly dancing among flowers, continuously packing the money and provisions into the deerskin bag with skilled and rapid movements.
At this moment, Wu Ning was vigilantly scanning around, his eyes sharp like a night owl’s.
He happened to see Wu Zhong slip in like a ghost, his once calm face suddenly changed, becoming as gloomy as the sky before a storm. Suddenly, he opened his mouth wide, shouting in a voice as loud as a big bell: "Not good! The scoundrels from the Heroic Sakura Association are here. Everyone, wake up, grab your weapon, and fight them!"
However, before his words fell, "whoosh!" a black shadow shot across like a meteor, it was an arrow shot by the "Divine Archer" Miao Menlong.
The speed of this arrow was extremely fast, beyond imagination, with a sharp whistling sound, it drew a straight trajectory like a ruler in the air, accurately piercing Wu Ning’s throat.
Wu Ning’s eyes widened, filled with terror and disbelief, his hands instinctively covering his throat, trying to make a sound, but only "guh guh" noises came out, like an old bellows struggling to breathe.
His body swayed a few times, like fallen leaves in a fierce wind, finally falling backward, dying instantly, blood quickly spreading on the ground, like blooming red flowers, shocking to behold.
Upon seeing this scene, Lan Xiaodie widened her beautiful eyes, her gaze filled with a furious blaze as if it would devour the entire world.
Furiously, she drew the Green Phosphorus Sword from her slender waist, the blade and scabbard rubbing together, making a clear sound, like a dragon’s roar.
The moment the Green Phosphorus Sword was unsheathed, a faint green light flickered, as though it’s a ghostly flame from hell, exuding an eerie aura.
A faint mist seemed to envelop the sword, as if shrouded by a mystical veil.
She tapped the ground with her toes, her figure like lightning, moving at a speed that dazed the eyes, flying towards Wu Zhong with the sword blade sparkling with a cold sheen, as frosty as winter chill, straight for Wu Zhong’s throat.
Seeing this, Wu Zhong was unafraid, letting out an angry roar that sounded like thunder: "Lan Xiaodie, you venomous woman, for the sake of domination over the Jianghu, you colluded with the despicable people of Mingjian Manor, you’re truly despicable and shameless! Ha, I think you are like the courtesan from the pleasure quarters, only good at flaunting!"
While mocking Lan Xiaodie, he activated the inner power of the "Six Harmonies True Scripture."
His aura flowed around him, his clothes fluttered without wind, flaring up as if blown by an invisible force.
His hands rapidly transformed, deploying the "Demon Subduing Divine Palm". His palms whistled through the air, each swing stirring a strong gust, like turbulent waves, striking towards Lan Xiaodie.
The first palm strike "Opening Mountain of the Demon Subduer", his palm mimicked a towering mountain, imposing with the power to overwhelm, pressing towards Lan Xiaodie’s chest. The second palm strike "Shadows of the Demon", his palm turned into countless phantoms, attacking Lan Xiaodie from all directions, leaving her defenseless. The third palm strike "Descent of the Demon God", his palm shone brilliantly, as if a Demon God was attached to it, bearing the force to destroy the heavens and earth, smashing towards Lan Xiaodie.
Lan Xiaodie snorted coldly, the Green Phosphorus Sword in her hand danced swiftly, performing the "Green Phosphorus Illusionary Sword Technique".
The first move "Appearance of Phosphorescence", the sword blade drew a strange arc in the air, the green glow intensified, slashing towards Wu Zhong’s wrist, aiming to sever his arm. 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮
The second move "Phantom Chain Stab", her form instantly multiplied into many afterimages, the sword blade like venomous needles, stabbing towards Wu Zhong’s vital points from different angles.
The third move "Cyan Phosphorus Poison Mist Slash", her wrist trembled, the Green Phosphorus Sword rotated rapidly in the air, with each rotation, a thick layer of green poison mist emanated from around the sword, quickly enveloping Wu Zhong, while the sword blade carried the fierce Sword Qi, chopping towards Wu Zhong’s neck. The fight between the two became more intense, turning the entire inn into a Xiuluo Scene.
The Green Phosphorus Sword in Lan Xiaodie’s hand was like a nimble venomous snake, dancing quickly through the air, emitting a "hiss hiss" sound.
When the sword body turned, it resembled a rapidly spinning winch, with each rotation spreading a light layer of green poison mist around the sword, the mist seemed to have life, writhing its body, rapidly spreading, aggressively covering Wu Zhong.
Wu Zhong cried out in his heart that things were not going well, sensing a pungent and putrid smell, like an invisible undercurrent, suddenly rushing up his nostrils.
In an instant, his head spun, feeling like the world was turning, his vision began to blur, the things before him becoming unclear.
He suddenly realized his carelessness and fiercely cursed himself in his heart: "Damn it, fell for this demoness’ trick!"
Though his heart was annoyed, his reaction was swift, holding his breath immediately.
However, the poison mist had already invaded his body, he felt his limbs become as heavy as if filled with lead, gradually becoming extremely cumbersome, each movement required great effort, and the strength within his body flowed away like a flood bursting through a dam.
He became powerless, struggling left and right under Lan Xiaodie’s fierce sword moves that were like a storm, meeting danger at every step.
"Damn it, Lan Xiaodie, you demoness, don’t you dare be arrogant!" Miao Menlong saw Wu Zhong falling into peril, and was frantic with worry, his eyes wide open with anger, loudly roaring. He moved swiftly, his hands like lightning, hurriedly stringing his bow. The bow was drawn into a full moon shape in his hands, the arrow on the string, ready to be released.
"Whoosh!" A sharp whistling sound cut through the air, the arrow shot out like a black lightning bolt, carrying immense force, shooting straight towards Lan Xiaodie. Lan Xiaodie saw it, her brows furrowing, snorted coldly, the Green Phosphorus Sword in her hand drew an arc in the air, with a "clang", precisely deflecting the arrow, sparks flying.
Taking advantage of this gap, Wu Zhong hurriedly withdrew, his steps staggered, but he managed to stand firm.
He reached into his bosom, quickly took out the "Lesser Returning Pill", "Great Returning Pill", and without hesitation, gulped them down, silently thinking to himself: "Even if I have to risk my life today, I will not let this demoness succeed!"
Shan Zhi, seeing Wu Zhong retreat, felt a burning anger rise in his heart, and roared loudly: "Scoundrel Du Guxing, your life forfeit!" After saying this, he swung his hands repeatedly, flinging plum blossom darts, like a swarm of black bats, shooting rapidly towards Du Guxing.
The plum blossom darts flickered with cold light in the air, carrying a sharp whistling, aggressive.
Du Guxing’s face remained stern, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes, snorted coldly: "Hmph, a grain of rice shining, also to have brilliance!"
With a slight force of his hand gripping the sword, a wrist flick, he performed the "Eight Styles of the Famous Sword."
The first style "Sword Shadows Divide the Light," his body turned, the sword blade swept through the air, bringing out a series of afterimages, knocking away the incoming plum blossom darts, the sound of clinking was endless.
Following closely, the second style "Long Rainbow Piercing the Sun", his sword body trembled, transforming into a rainbow-like sword light, enveloping Shan Zhi, the sword momentum fierce, as if ready to swallow Shan Zhi in an instant.
Shan Zhi felt a strong pressure surging towards him, immediately flustered, almost unable to hold the plum blossom darts in his hands.
"Brother, don’t panic, I’m coming to assist you!" "Iron Flute Scholar" Xiang Kun holding an iron flute, flew up, shouted loudly.
The iron flute in his hand danced, performing the technique "Flute Sound Disturbing the Mind."
The eerie sound from the iron flute, like ghosts wailing and wolves howling, drilled straight into Du Guxing’s ears.
Du Guxing’s figure paused, the sword momentum slightly slowed.
Taking this opportunity, Shan Zhi inhaled deeply, steadied his nerves, and shot the plum blossom darts at Du Guxing again, the dart shadows flickered, like tiny stars. Wu Ao, seeing the unfavorable situation, panicked in his heart, muttered to himself: "What should be done, sigh! It’s better for a wise man to avoid immediate losses!"
Thus, he slid away like a slippery eel, choosing to escape, his figure quickly disappearing in the chaos of the inn.
