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With a cruel smile on his face, he ripped the white cloth out of Ah Xing's mouth.
"You old bastard... just you wait... my master... junior uncle will not let you get away with this!"
Ah Xing's voice was very weak.
He was tortured by this group of people all night, and even his arm was broken.
"Even on the verge of death, you're still being stubborn! If we're really talking about seniority, I'm your senior uncle."
Tu Long stuffed Ah Xing's mouth back into its mouth and said:
"Don't blame your uncle for being ruthless. You've discovered something you shouldn't have, and now you're facing certain death."
Tu Long's smile vanished, and his eyes turned completely cold.
He slowly clenched his fist, his knuckles cracking, and slammed it heavily into Ah Xing's head.
boom!
A "corpse" crashed through the gate and embedded itself in the thick wall, with purplish-black blood spilling from the corner of its mouth. Its neck lolled to the side, and it fell silent.
Tu Long was shocked and quickly withdrew his fist.
Standing at the entrance of the woodshed was a young Taoist priest in a black and white robe.
"This fellow Daoist is a complete stranger. Why have you destroyed my corpse? I demand an explanation!"
Tu Long breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that it wasn't Uncle Nine, but just a young Taoist priest.
He only has a 40% chance of winning if he fights Uncle Nine.
"Senior brother!!" Xiaoyue was terrified when she saw that Axing was covered in blood.
"who are you?"
Tu Long squinted. "Senior Brother Lin's newly accepted disciple?"
Ning Chen looked at him like he was an idiot and didn't bother to say anything more.
Why waste words on a dead man?
Ning Chen flicked his finger, and Ah Xing's body floated up.
Under the horrified gaze of the Dragon-Slaying Taoist, Ah Xing floated to the doorway.
Xiaoyue quickly helped him untie the restraints.
"Pooh!"
Ah Xing spat out a mouthful of blood, looked at the Dragon-Slaying Taoist Priest, and extended his only functional left arm, giving him a thumbs-up.
"You old codger, the reason you survived your junior uncle's clutches is because of this!"
He had witnessed firsthand how his junior uncle tortured and killed that female ghost.
How could Tu Long's martial arts and Taoist skills compare to those of his junior uncle?
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"Who exactly are you? There might be some misunderstanding..."
Tu Long saw Ning Chen save Ah Xing from afar, and saw the calm and composed expression on his face.
A bad feeling suddenly arose in my heart.
Ning Chen was still too lazy to waste words with him, and his figure disappeared from the spot like a ghost, leaving behind a series of afterimages.
He appeared silently behind Tu Long and knocked him to the ground with a chop to the neck.
Tu Long felt a tremendous force strike the back of his neck, and his entire body crashed to the ground.
Even his knees and arms have some fractures.
He was about to struggle to get up when Ning Chen stepped on his head.
The wooden floor cracked, burying his entire head in the mud, and blood mixed with water soaked half of his face.
"Let's talk this out... Spare my life, and you can have whatever you want!"
Tu Long panicked completely; he felt as if a towering mountain was pressing down on him.
. . .
He was completely powerless to resist, and his skull appeared to be cracked.
The bright red blood, like a dye vat, kept gushing from his nose and ears.
Ah Xing stared wide-eyed at the scene, feeling an overwhelming sense of joy that made even his injuries seem painless.
Xiaoyue turned her head away, unable to bear the bloody scene, and muttered softly:
"How terrifying, Junior Uncle really is an evil cultivator..."
The dragon slayer's pleas for mercy grew weaker and weaker; all that could be seen was the breath going in, but no one coming out.
Ning Chen kicked him in the ribs, sending him flying five or six zhang away, where he landed next to a group of trembling "corpses".
Leaning against the wall, his body trembled, and there was even a faint smell of urine in the air.
terrible!
The usually fierce and powerful master was beaten into a dead dog in just two moves by the young Taoist.
If they killed their master, wouldn't they be next?
The group of "corpses" dared not run away, and just stood there waiting for their fate.
“You guys deal with him yourselves.”
Ning Chen said calmly, "Get out of Jiuquan Town immediately, or you'll suffer the same fate as Tu Long."
"Yes...yes! Yes!"
The drug dealers, disguised as zombies, disregarded everything else and rushed to kneel down, kowtowing repeatedly.
Ning Chen didn't even glance at them, then turned and left the church with Ah Xing.
……
Chat group.
[Exclusive mission triggered!]
[Exclusive mission for Ning Chen, Zhao Ling'er, and Xiaolongnu: Group member Zhang Sanfeng and the Wudang Sect are facing annihilation. Please travel to the world of Yitian to provide assistance!]
[Task Reward: 30000 points of favorability + 10 selectable items from the Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber world]
[Accept the mission? Yes/No]
Zhao Ling'er: "Wow! There's even a special mission for me and Brother Ning Chen..."
"Waaaah, Ling'er is so happy!"
Chapter 96 Master Has Become an Immortal? Ning Chen Descends Upon Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber! A Trio?
Let's go back to one day ago.
The world of Yitian.
Wudang Back Mountain.
Zhang Sanfeng, with his otherworldly demeanor, used tree branches as swords. His swordplay was slow and gentle, yet streaks of sword light flew out, and sword energy crisscrossed.
Zhang Sanfeng has not spoken in the chat group for several days.
For the past two weeks, he has been in seclusion, practicing intensive meditation.
“Miss March once said that a few days before my 100th birthday, the Cui Shan family would leave Icefire Island and return to the Central Plains.”
"But after that long-awaited reunion, we, master and disciple, were completely separated by life and death."
"The reason for this is that more than fifty sects, large and small, including Shaolin, Emei, Huashan, and others, will all march on Wudang on that day."
"The true purpose of these martial arts figures is nothing more than to force Xie Xun to reveal his whereabouts and plot to seize the Dragon-Slaying Saber..."
Zhang Sanfeng's hair and beard fluttered in the wind, but his gaze grew colder and colder.
The supreme master of martial arts, the sword that slays dragons.
Since it is a treasure, it will surely overcome conflict; this is human nature.
Having cultivated Taoism for a hundred years, he had long since seen through the coldness and warmth of the world.
However, when he learned from March 7th of the tragedy that was about to happen, especially that the major sects had joined forces to force his most valued disciple to his death...
A sharp glint appeared in Zhang Sanfeng's usually calm gaze.
"Disturbing my sect and killing my disciples... This is simply outrageous!"
"I swear, 'Whoever dares to cause trouble at Wudang, I will make them pay a bloody price!'"
Zhang Sanfeng leaped into the air, using the "Ladder Cloud Leap" technique, and left the back mountain.
Outside the back mountain, five figures in white had been waiting for a long time.
Yu Daiyan is physically disabled and usually recuperates in his room.