novelhk Chapter 76 What a fast knife!
Chapter 76 What a fast knife!
Everyone turned to look at the cult member.
Congregant: "..."
Chen Yuan frowned and asked.
"Who is it?"
The follower, gritting his teeth, continued.
"The number of people is mixed, and their composition is unclear, but there are at least a thousand people!"
Yin Tianzheng asked in confusion.
"Could it be that the six major sects have returned after leaving?"
"It shouldn't be."
Chen Yuan slowly shook his head.
Wei Yixiao couldn't help but say.
"Who cares who he is? We'll find out when we go out and meet him."
Do you really think the Ming Cult is easy to bully?
Chen Yuan had this intention, and led the group out of the main hall.
The Ming Cult members had already gathered in front of the palace square.
They had clearly received word of the enemy's approach.
As soon as Chen Yuan came out, everyone shouted in unison.
"Master!"
"Master!"
Chen Yuan nodded in response, and another follower rushed up from the steps, his clothes stained with blood and his face pale.
He reached Chen Yuan, stumbled and almost knelt down, and cried out.
"Reporting to the leader, the Beggars' Clan has colluded with the Three Gates Gang, the Wushan Gang, the Giant Whale Gang, and other gangs, launching a three-pronged attack on the mountain. The brothers are no longer able to hold them off!"
Chen Yuan's face immediately darkened.
The timeline shifts again, a plot point that doesn't appear in the movie but does in the original work.
It seems that sometimes we can't rely entirely on the original storyline.
Chen Yuan glanced at everyone and quickly made arrangements.
"The Dragon King leads the flood banners to guard the eastern mountain path!"
"The Eagle King and the Bat King, leading the Fiery Banner, will guard the west!"
"I will personally lead the elite Golden Banner to confront the enemy head-on!"
No sooner had he finished speaking than a knife and a sword appeared out of thin air in his hand!
The knife was three feet and three inches long, with a long, narrow, curved blade. It was dark silver all over and gleamed with a cold luster in the sunlight.
And that sword... When everyone's gaze fell upon that sword, they couldn't help but gasp in surprise.
"The Heaven-Slaying Sword?!"
Chen Yuan smiled slightly, flicked his wrist, and accurately tossed the toss to Wei Yixiao.
"then!"
Wei Yixiao caught it in a fluster, and when he looked down at the two clear characters "Yitian" on the sword, he was completely dumbfounded.
"Master...Master, what...what does this mean?"
"Your lightness skill is the best."
A slight smile appeared on Chen Yuan's lips.
"Wielding this sword to penetrate enemy lines is like adding wings to a tiger."
Wei Yixiao's eyes widened suddenly as he glanced at the strangely shaped longsword in Chen Yuan's hand, looking as if he was moved to tears.
The cult leader actually gave the best divine weapon to his subordinate!
Chen Yuan: "..."
He really wanted to say that the adamantium knife in his hand was even harder than the Heaven Sword.
But seeing Wei Yixiao's tearful expression, he ultimately swallowed his words.
"Gentlemen!"
Chen Yuan raised his long sword high, his voice resounding through the sky.
"Follow me—to kill the enemy!"
"kill!!!"
......
On the mountainside of Bright Summit, a dense crowd surged upwards like ants.
The Beggars' Sect, known as the largest sect in the world, has now joined forces with more than ten second- and third-rate sects. Although they have split into three groups, their momentum remains formidable.
At this moment, Shi Huolong, the leader of the Beggars' Sect, headed towards Bright Peak surrounded by a crowd.
For some reason, he seemed a little out of breath.
To his left was a young man in his early twenties.
Despite his young age, he carried eight cloth bags on his back.
This young man was named Chen Youliang, and he was Cheng Kun's apprentice.
At Cheng Kun's instruction, he infiltrated the Beggars' Sect, found a man who looked very similar to the original leader Shi Huolong, and impersonated Shi Huolong to become the leader.
This is why "Shi Huolong" doesn't seem like a master at all at this moment.
As for the real Shi Huolong, he had already been killed by Cheng Kun.
A few days ago, Chen Youliang received a secret letter instructing him to lead other second-rate gangs to attack Bright Peak after the six major sects besieged it, so that he could reap the benefits.
Because of this plan, he and several gangs hid in the shadows, unaware that Chen Yuan had single-handedly repelled the six major sects, and even less aware that the Ming Cult had suffered virtually no losses.
At this moment, he was full of confidence and looked ambitious, determined to make a name for himself through this matter.
"Chief, once we take down Bright Peak today, the Beggars' Clan will truly be renowned throughout the martial world."
As Chen Youliang spoke, he glanced with a smile at the two nine-bag elders standing to Shi Huolong's right.
The two nine-bag elders originally opposed attacking Bright Peak, but it was Shi Huolong who insisted on doing so and made the decision.
Although Chen Youliang felt contempt for these two unambitious old men, he dared not show it on his face and maintained a respectful demeanor.
Hearing what Chen Youliang said, the two nine-bag elders' expressions improved slightly, and they were about to speak.
Before the words were finished, a white figure descended from the sky like a ghost!
Before anyone could even see the newcomer's face, they only saw a silver arc of light flash by.
The bodies of "Shi Huolong" and the two Nine-Bag Elders suddenly broke in half, their upper bodies slowly sliding down, and blood gushing out like a fountain.
It wasn't until the body fell to the ground that everyone realized what had happened.
"Boss!!!"
"Elder!!"
Chen Youliang stood frozen in place, his pupils constricted.
He looked down at his blood-splattered robes, then at the white figure that had appeared three zhang away at some unknown time, his mind blank.
He was a young man who looked to be in his early twenties, dressed in spotless white robes, holding a uniquely shaped dark silver longsword in his hand.
The blade was spotless, gleaming with a chilling light in the sunlight.
What terrified Chen Youliang the most was the speed of the enemy!
It was so fast that he couldn't even see the movements!
"You...you are..."
Chen Youliang's voice trembled.
Chen Yuan raised his eyes, his gaze sweeping across the entire room like a knife.
"Chen Yuan, leader of the Ming Cult."
"Chen...Chen Yuan?"
Chen Youliang felt a chill in his heart. When did the demon Chen Yuan become the leader of the Ming Cult?!
"Kill him!"
"Avenge our leader!"
Someone shouted, and dozens of Beggars' Sect disciples rushed forward.
Chen Yuan's lips curled into a cold smile, and his figure vanished abruptly!
In the next instant, he appeared in the center of the crowd, his long sword sweeping across.
There was no sound of metal clashing, no screams.
Only a silver arc of light spread out like ripples, shattering weapons and separating human bodies wherever it passed.
That knife was sharper than anyone could imagine, cutting people as easily as slicing tofu, and even splitting a heavy iron staff in two.
Chen Yuan weaved through the enemy ranks, each step leaving a trail of blood, each strike reaping several lives.
He became more and more satisfied with the fight. This alloy sword from the Marvel universe was practically unbeatable in this martial arts world!
"A monster...a monster!"
It is unclear who broke down and shouted first, but the once-aggressive allied forces began to collapse.
"No refunds allowed!"
Chen Youliang roared.
"He's all alone; we'll just pile him up and crush him!"
Before he could finish speaking, Chen Yuan was already in front of him.
The two men locked eyes, and Chen Youliang felt a chill run from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head.
Without a word, only a flash of light.
Chen Youliang's last thought before his world plunged into darkness was...
So fast... the knife... Master... you've hurt me...
After easily defeating the enemy in front, Chen Yuan headed east to assist the Fire-Worker Monk in killing more enemies.
After resolving the issue, he continued westward without stopping.
......
The fighting was most intense on the western mountain path.
Yin Tianzheng's white beard was stained with blood. As his palms flew, his Eagle Claw Kung Fu tore open bloody wounds.
Beside him, Wei Yixiao moved like a ghost, the Yitian Sword in his hand emitting golden light.
Every time a sword flashes, a head falls to the ground.
"Hahaha! That's great!"
With a single sword stroke, Wei Yixiao cleaved three enemies in half at the waist, his wild laughter echoing through the valley.
"The Heaven-Slaying Sword truly lives up to its name!"
Just as he was about to charge deeper into the enemy lines, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a white figure darting out from the woods.
Wei Yixiao's laughter faltered, and he almost choked on his own saliva.
"No, no... Master, what are you doing here?!"
"I'm almost done on my end."
Wei Yixiao realized what was happening. He looked down at the gleaming golden sword in his hand, then looked up at the dark silver longsword in Chen Yuan's hand, his eyes wide with surprise.
"Master, you mean...it's over on your end?"
"Um."
Chen Yuan nodded and added.
"The Fire-Worker Monk's project is almost finished, so I went there on my way."
Wei Yixiao: ∑(°口°๑)
He froze on the spot, his mouth agape, wide enough to fit an egg.
Wait... what's going on?!
Wei Yixiao, one of the four great protectors of the Ming Cult, possesses unparalleled lightness skills. Now wielding the supreme Yitian Sword, his speed in killing enemies is already extremely fast.
But what about the cult leader?
Using a seemingly ordinary knife, he has already resolved the main battlefield, even going so far as to help the Fire-Worker Monk in the east, and now he's running off to the west?!
How much time has passed in between?
Half an incense stick?
A stick of incense?!
too fast?