A cold light flashed, but it disappeared in the blink of an eye, completely fusing with the vast rain curtain without a trace.
In an instant, the black-robed man's hair trembled as if he had fallen into an ice cave. An inexplicable chill shot from his feet to his spirit and then spread throughout his entire body.
He opened his eyes wide, trying to catch the trace of this sword, but in the end, he failed.
The speed at which the young Taoist priest of Wudang Mountain wielded his sword was so fast that it was terrifying. It did not seem like something a teenager could have.
Even some wanderers in the pugilistic world who killed people like flies did not have as much pressure as this young Taoist priest.
"When did Wudang Sect produce such a little monster?”
The black-robed man cursed in his heart.
Unable to capture the traces of the sword shadow, he could only rely on his keen intuition cultivated from years of fighting.
The thick sword in his hand slashed out.
It had to be said that intuition was more useful than eyes, especially at this critical moment of life and death.
The thick long sword blocked Lin Xuan's sword drawing technique, but a surging internal strength and force poured into the black-robed man's body from the sword.
"Whoosh!"
His body fell back uncontrollably, and his feet left two smooth marks on the muddy ground.
"What a powerful zhenqi."
The man was shocked and retreated two to three feet before he stabilized his body. It was hard to imagine that he was forced back by a young Taoist priest's internal energy.
With a sword that pushed back the man, Lin Xuan floated twenty feet away. With a tap of his toes, he rushed out again.
Like an arrow that had left the bow, the fine steel sword in his hand shook, tearing through the curtain of rain.
In the blink of an eye, his not-so-tall body broke through the wind and rain as he waved the long sword in his hand.
He left Xu Weixiong with his back view.
"Tsk!"
Lin Xuan slashed out a second time and slashed at the black-robed man. The latter welcomed him with a sword.
"Buzz!"
The two swords collided, and a faint sound appeared out of thin air. Even though it was extremely inconspicuous in the wind and rain, it was exceptionally clear in Lin Xuan and the man's ears.
The black-robed man's expression changed drastically. He wanted to retreat, but in less than half a breath, the longsword in his hand broke, and the cut was smooth.
The cold light tore through the darkness and quickly magnified in the man's eyes until the cold light completely filled his pupils.
The raindrops splashed on his face like knives, stinging his skin and waking the man up instantly.
With his soul about to leave his body, he couldn't care less and raised his cultivation to 120%. The cold light arrived in an instant, just a hair away.
The man exerted strength in his waist and his upper body fell back. The cold sword brushed past his face, leaving a trace of blood.
At this moment, the man felt like he had stepped into the gates of hell. The back of his clothes was drenched in cold sweat. He used the broken sword in his hand to support his body.
Borrowing the strength of his waist, his upper body bounced back fiercely, wanting to fight to the death.
"Tsk!"
Coincidentally, at this moment, the long sword in Lin Xuan's hand flipped, and a cold light fell from above, welcoming the man's upper body that had rebounded.
When the golden wind and jade dew met, they surpassed countless people in the world.
This poem was the most suitable to describe the current scene. Lin Xuan's sword and the man rushed in both directions.
The black-robed assassin could only watch helplessly as his neck collided with the sword.
The old force had just been used up, but the new force had not yet been released. After a moment, the sword light dissipated and the young Taoist priest landed on the ground.
"Tsk!"
He sheathed his sword and walked toward Xu Weixiong.
Behind him, the stalwart black-robed assassin stood in a daze. His hands were hanging down, and his eyes were wide open. There was fear and despair in his eyes.
"Plop!"
The cold wind reverberated, and the black-robed assassin's corpse fell to the ground, smashing into the blood. His fingers moved, and he was no longer breathing.
From the beginning to the end, Lin Xuan only attacked three times.
He killed a Rank-1 martial artist with three strikes.
" The host has successfully stopped a Rank-1 martial artist from entering the mountain. You have received a Twofold Speed Sword Technique Cultivation Comprehension Card for a month.”
The voice in his mind disappeared.
In the pouring rain, under the night sky, the Second Commandery Princess of the Northern Liang looked at the young Taoist priest who was walking towards her.
However, his eyes were exceptionally commanding and sharp, and there was an invisible aura emanating from his body.
It made her slightly absent-minded.
At this moment, the arrogant and despotic Xu Weixiong finally saw Lin Xuan's strength, and he had mixed feelings.
"Are you scared silly?"
The young Taoist priest frowned slightly.
Xu Weixiong woke up and stared at him as if he was looking at a monster.
"Don't look at me like that. I'll be embarrassed.”
Lin Xuan's brows relaxed.
"You're still embarrassed?"
The corners of her lips curled up slightly.
After returning to the pavilion, about half an hour passed before a few disciples came down from the mountain to change shifts.
Looking at the corpses lying in front of the mountain gate, these senior brothers immediately became uneasy.
It was only when he saw Lin Xuan and Xu Weixiong hiding from the rain in the pavilion that he was relieved and hurriedly asked,"Junior Brother, what happened?"
"These are the assassins who came to assassinate the Second Commandery Princess.”
" Thank goodness the Second Commandery Princess is very good at Kung Fu," he said with a frightened expression." That's why they didn't succeed."”
"Did the Second Commandery Princess kill all these people?”
The senior brothers looked at Xu Weixiong in disbelief.
The latter cursed in his heart. He opened his mouth and wanted to deny it, but when he saw the look that the young Taoist priest gave him, he nodded.
A senior brother went to the front and led a team of Snowy Dragon Cavalry to clean up the battlefield. Xu Weixiong also sent a team of cavalry to camp in front of the mountain gate.
"Senior Brothers, you have to be more careful when you keep watch.”
"I'll escort the Second Commandery Princess back to the mountain and report the situation to Master.”
"Alright."
The disciple on duty nodded.
"Let's go."
He opened the oil-paper umbrella and walked up the mountain with Xu Weixiong.
The storm continued, and the path was difficult to walk on. In addition to the darkness of the night, it was already steep. If one was not careful, they would fall off the cliff.
Therefore, Lin Xuan led the way.
Halfway up the mountain, Xu Weixiong's voice suddenly came from behind.
"Thank you."
He turned around and saw the girl's cold expression. She looked at him and said,""If you weren't here today, I'm afraid I would have become a corpse by now.”
"No need to thank me."
"As long as you don't die in our Wudang Sect, it'll be fine.”
Even if the night was as dark as ink, Lin Xuan could still see that the girl's face instantly turned black.
He brushed past her without saying a word.
"Be careful, don't fall into the ditch.”
he reminded.
Xu Weixiong did not seem to hear him and continued walking forward without looking back.
After escorting him safely to the mountain, he did not have time to eat dinner and went straight to the True Martial Hall to report the situation to his master.
It was still the same sentence. Although Wudang Sect was desolate and could not breathe under the pressure of Mount Longhu, it was still a first-class sect in the martial arts world.
Wudang is not to be humiliated.
They had brazenly sent assassins into Wudang Sect to assassinate the Second Commandery Princess of Beiliang.
How would Wudang establish itself in the Jianghu in the future?
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