Free Web NovelChapter 149: Chapter 148: Laughing as the Tides of Battle Turn
"Big Brother!"
"Big Brother, what’s wrong?"
The Divine Wind Guards hurriedly ran to the bald man’s side and shouted.
"COUGH COUGH, I... My internal organs... shattered. I’m... not... going to make it... brothers..." The light faded from the bald man’s eyes as he spoke his last words.
The Divine Wind Guards were all stunned. Decades of brotherhood flashed before their eyes: the day they became sworn brothers under the peach blossoms, vowing to live and die together. Now, in an instant, that life had vanished like smoke, reduced to nothing.
"I’ll kill you!"
Suddenly, a Divine Wind Guard turned and charged at Wen Qingye, his longsword unsheathed and radiating a chilling killing intent.
"CLANG! CLANG!"
Wen Qingye hastily raised his sword to block the cold, murderous strike, his body stumbling back four or five steps.
"Let’s attack together! Avenge Big Brother!"
"Kill!"
An overwhelming killing intent erupted. The remaining seventeen Divine Wind Guards had now surrounded Wen Qingye completely.
"BOOM!"
At that moment, Luu Fangliang’s spear pierced through the air and shot directly toward the Divine Wind Auction House. Several wooden pillars of the auction house’s pavilion were instantly shattered by the impact.
A huge crater appeared before everyone. The clamor inside the Divine Wind Auction House suddenly fell silent. In that instant, everyone heard the sounds of fierce fighting and clashing metal. Peering through the hole, they saw a brutal scene.
"This... What is...?" frёewebnoѵēl.com
Everyone was bewildered. What on earth was happening? Could someone really be audacious enough to rob the Divine Wind Commerce Association?
Phoenix City, Zhang Mansion.
Zhang Xiaoyun and Yunshan sat across from each other, a game board between them.
Yunshan, seeing that Zhang Xiaoyun was lost in thought, waved a hand in front of her eyes. "Sister Xiaoyun, it’s your turn."
"Oh, oh, right. I’ll make my move," Zhang Xiaoyun said, snapping back to her senses.
Yunshan asked, a little puzzled, "Sister Xiaoyun, what’s wrong? Is something on your mind?"
Zhang Xiaoyun lowered her head, staring at the tea in her cup, and murmured, "I don’t know... I just feel like my heart is beating so fast, so fast."
Little Yunshan touched her own small head, looking perplexed.
"Maybe we should stop playing. Sister Xiaoyun, you should get some rest."
Zhang Xiaoyun shook her head, her heart growing more and more flustered. Her hands couldn’t help but start to tremble.
’Could it be my husband?’ The more Zhang Xiaoyun thought, the more chaotic her mind became, and her face turned deathly pale.
...
Several sword shadows flashed, bathing him in cold light.
Wen Qingye looked down at the numerous sword wounds on his body, his clothes soaked through with blood. He couldn’t stop himself from stabbing the One Thought Sword into the ground and laughing. "COUGH... COUGH. Your Swordsmanship is still lacking!"
The fifteen Divine Wind Guards stared at Wen Qingye with earth-shattering hatred in their eyes. Seventeen of them had surrounded him, yet he had still managed to kill two. This man’s Swordsmanship was just too superb. ƒreewebɳovel.com
"WAH!" Luu Fangliang spat out a mouthful of fresh blood. Glancing at Yux Yang, he leaned next to Wen Qingye, raised a sword-like brow, and said with a wry smile, "This was my miscalculation. I never expected Yux Yang to be this powerful. Even an ordinary master at the Refining Spirit Third Layer Heaven would be no match for him."
"I’m afraid we’re going to die this time. It’s my fault for dragging you into this."
Yux Yang sneered from the side, "Don’t worry. I won’t let you two die so easily."
Wen Qingye ripped a strip from his clothes and bandaged the wound on his arm. He then swallowed a pill and tossed another to Luu Fangliang. Wen Qingye shook his head indifferently and said, "No. I won’t die."
"Why?" Luu Fangliang asked in a low voice, swallowing the pill immediately.
"I still have someone I care for!"
After speaking, Wen Qingye yanked his sword from the ground and, using the Butterfly Step, charged toward the Divine Wind Guards.
"KILL—!"
Even though the fifteen Divine Wind Guards knew how superb Wen Qingye’s Swordsmanship was, not a single one retreated. With a great roar, they all charged forward at once.
"Silver Moon Wushang!"
Wen Qingye’s sword moved like a baptism of moonlight—light and agile. He kept the One Thought Sword close to his body, turning with a single step and thrusting out, weaving between the Divine Wind Guards.
"CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!"
Sparks flew from the clash of metal. Amidst the flurry of blades and swords, cold light flashed continuously. The sword was already dyed red.
"Who is this young man? Such brilliant Swordsmanship!"
"Someone really dared to plunder the Divine Wind Auction House?"
"These two youths are incredible. The next generation is truly formidable."
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"Four Symbols Sword Technique First Form! Huo Changxiong!"
Wen Qingye stepped forward with a horizontal slash. His sword glowed with a searing red light, like boiling flames. Then, he suddenly drew a circle, and a wave of Sword Qi spread out in all directions like a prairie fire.
The surrounding temperature shot up. The Divine Wind Guards hurriedly raised their sabers and swords. Countless streams of Sword Qi and Blade Qi danced in the air, seeming to etch the sky with the most beautiful fireworks.
"BANG! BANG! BANG!"
Wen Qingye’s body shuddered, and he was forced back four or five steps. But at that very moment, his footwork suddenly shifted. Gripping the One Thought Sword tightly, he quickly lunged toward the nearest Divine Wind Guard.
"Clear Wind Chasing Moon!"
Wen Qingye’s body floated forward, swift as a wisp of clear wind, while the sword in his hand was like the cold moonlight of the night, carrying a desolate killing intent.
"Thirteen, watch out!"
"Watch out!"
"PFFT!"
The sword pierced his chest. The Divine Wind Guard never imagined that Wen Qingye’s Step Technique could be so fast, or that his experience and Swordsmanship were so masterful.
"AHH—!"
The Divine Wind Guard knew he was done for. He gripped his saber and, with all his remaining strength, swung at Wen Qingye. He didn’t care that the sword was twisting in his chest; his only thought was to kill the man before him.
"RIIIP!"
After all, the Divine Wind Guard had the cultivation of the Refining Spirit First Layer Heaven, and in his final moments, he unleashed all his potential. His speed was astonishing. Although Wen Qingye quickly pulled out the One Thought Sword and dodged, he was still slashed across the waist by the saber.
Wen Qingye retreated a distance of thirty feet, a large patch of blood beginning to spread from his waist.
"THUD!"
The body of the Divine Wind Guard fell to the ground.
"Old Thirteen!"
"Brother Thirteen!"
The other Divine Wind Guards couldn’t help but roar in fury. They turned to glare at Wen Qingye, who knew that the enmity between them could now only end in death.
Sometimes, no one is in the wrong, yet someone must die.
The remaining Divine Wind Guards became exceptionally cautious, their eyes filled with both hatred and a trace of prudence.
"Four Symbols Sword Technique Second Form! Heaven Burning Fire!"
The sword in Wen Qingye’s hand seemed to be enveloped by a ball of fire. The blazing light shone brilliantly, dazzling everyone’s eyes. The Sword Body hummed, as if carrying the fury of a spark that could set the heavens ablaze.
"Break!"
Wen Qingye’s arm swung down in a vicious slash. The very air seemed to be scorched by his sword, letting out a crackling sound.
"Let’s join forces and break his Sword Technique!"
The Divine Wind Guards had fought and lived together for years, their teamwork seamless. Each unleashed their own technique, sending waves of Primordial Qi rolling toward Wen Qingye’s sword attack.
In the blink of an eye, Wen Qingye’s Four Symbols Sword Technique Second Form was turned to ash and dissipated into the air.
A vicious glint appeared in Wen Qingye’s eyes. Several of his wounds split open again, soaking his white robes through, but he seemed not to notice as he charged swiftly toward the Divine Wind Guards.
"Today, whoever stands in my way, I will kill!"
Wen Qingye raised his sword and charged into the crowd of Divine Wind Guards. His blade work was at times wide and powerful, at others impossibly nimble. The onlookers could only see Wen Qingye’s Body Technique constantly shifting, along with flurries of sword light dancing about.
"CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!"
Amidst the storm of clashing blades, who can say who will win and who will lose?
Blades flashed, and blood spread. Wen Qingye had no idea how many more wounds covered his body; the blood seemed to have dyed his entire robe red. But the enemies before him were growing fewer and fewer.
