noffsinger Chapter 911 Fighting with Life
Chapter 911 Fighting with Life
"You, you..." The Wushan Sword Sect elder fell to the ground in despair.
By this point, most of the ten people sent by the Wushan Sword Sect had been killed or wounded, and the rest were just small fry.
"Do you also treat yourself as a weapon to kill?" Lin Ping gradually grasped the profound meaning of Yan Gang's sword techniques.
Just then, an elder from the Bashan Sword Sect suddenly appeared behind Yan Gang, his arms tightly locking around his body.
"The Dragon Binding Rope of the Bashan Sword Sect is indeed extraordinary."
The more Yan Gang struggled, the tighter his body became.
"Yan Gang, stop struggling. Even in your prime, you couldn't break free from this Dragon Binding Rope," the elder of the Bashan Sword Sect said smugly.
Indeed, once bound by the Dragon Binding Rope, unless you are two levels higher than your opponent, you can forget about escaping.
The elder of the Bashan Sword Sect is at the early stage of the fifth level. To break free, one must have the strength of the late stage of the fifth level, or even higher.
Yan Gang might have had a chance in his prime, but now he can only surrender.
"Brother Qingfeng, quickly kill this demonic sect member and rid the people of this scourge!" Elder Bashan Sword Sect said anxiously. He could feel Yan Gang's power constantly increasing, and he was fully capable of breaking free from the Dragon Binding Rope.
Strangely enough, Yan Gang, despite being seriously injured, was able to frequently unleash terrifying energy.
Everyone knew that Yan Gang was powerful, but they didn't know that he was fighting with his life on the line.
"Die!" The elder of the Shushan Sword Sect concentrated all his power on the blade, and the terrifying energy was almost enough to tear the surrounding air apart.
This attack will surely kill Yan Gang.
"How shameless are the three great sword sects." Lin Ping closed his eyes; he couldn't bear to see the cruel scene.
At the same time, he was also considering what to do next.
Although Yan Gang killed the elder of the Wushan Sword Sect, he failed to kill the other two experts.
Given their determination to obtain the sword manual, they will surely be killed to silence them.
bump!
At the critical moment, Yan Gang moved again. He bent his knees and used his calves to propel himself into the air, taking the elder of the Bashan Sword Sect with him.
"Can you dodge it?" the elder of the Shu Mountain Sword Sect said dismissively.
He knew Yan Gang wouldn't surrender easily. The sharp blade kept changing direction, and no matter where Yan Gang fled, it would surely pierce his heart.
"Who said I was going to dodge?" Yan Gang said domineeringly, slamming his chest against the sword blade.
At the same time, his dark longsword pierced through the chest of the elder of the Shu Mountain Sword Sect.
"Qingfeng, you idiot..."
The elder of the Bashan Sword Sect was also pierced through the chest. Under Yan Gang's suicidal impact, Elder Qingfeng's longsword not only pierced Yan Gang's chest, but also pierced the chest of the elder of the Bashan Sword Sect at the same time.
poof...
The three supreme experts landed at the same time. The elders of Shushan and Bashan Sword Sect all wore expressions of unwillingness, while Yan Gang had a smile on his face.
"Young man, it's up to you now."
After speaking, Yan Gang's sturdy body lay straight on the ground.
"senior!"
Lin Ping screamed in anguish.
Regardless of Yan Gang's identity, he died saving him.
A nameless sadness welled up in Lin Ping's heart, and he felt that he owed Yan Gang a life.
He walked to Yan Gang's side, closed the man's eyes, and respectfully said, "Senior, rest in peace."
"My lord, they have arrived."
Jiang Yunying hurriedly reminded her.
Just as Lin Ping was feeling sad, disciples from the three major sword sects surrounded him, a total of twenty people.
"Boy, hand over the sword manual."
"A disciple of the Shushan Sword Sect said arrogantly."
Lin Ping raised his head slightly, and a chill swept over everyone.
Although his imposing presence was far inferior to Yan Gang's, it was still enough to awe these lowly soldiers and generals.
"What if I don't hand it over?" Lin Ping tucked the wooden box into his pocket, his voice as cold as an ice cave.
The group was startled by Lin Ping's gaze and unconsciously took a few steps back.
"Hmph, if you don't hand it over, you'll only face death." The man replied just as coldly, his eyes filled with extreme contempt.
"Does handing it over mean you won't die?" Lin Ping retorted.
To be honest, Lin Ping didn't want to cause trouble. If Yan Gang's death hadn't angered him, he might have even been able to talk to him with a smile.
After all, shamelessness is Lin Ping's ultimate weapon.
"Hahaha, hand it over and I'll leave you a whole corpse. As for the beautiful young lady next to you, perhaps she can enjoy some earthly bliss before she dies." The man leered at Jiang Yunying, revealing his true nature.
If Yan Gang's actions only touched him, then Jiang Yunying's humiliation had already made him want to kill.
"Anyone who disrespects my wife shall die!"
Lin Ping's ghostly figure suddenly appeared behind this man, and with a flash of sword light, he slit his throat.
"No!" the man cried out, clutching his throat with both hands.
He was a master at the late stage of the fourth level, one of the best in the team. How could he be easily killed by an unknown nobody?
The reason is simple: Lin Ping was not only a level higher than him, but also possessed top-notch lightness skills. Coupled with his carelessness and underestimation of his opponent, it was no wonder he died.
"Paradise on earth? To me, killing is the ultimate pleasure!" A cold glint flashed in Jiang Yunying's beautiful eyes, and in the blink of an eye, she had already killed two people.
"Let's all charge together, we must get the sword manual!"
After several people died in succession, the disciples of the Great Three Swords Sect finally realized what was happening.
Lin Ping is not someone to be trifled with; he is a ruthless killer.
He didn't even care about a battle involving hundreds of thousands of people, so why would he fear a few petty thieves?
Lin Ping wasn't lacking in courage; rather, he lacked genuine anger.
The three major sword sects have the honor of angering Lin Ping and will inevitably face his storm-like revenge.
Pfft...
With his agile lightness skills and endless sword moves, Lin Ping was immediately overwhelmed by the enemy, and in the blink of an eye, he had killed ten people.
Jiang Yunying was not to be outdone, and in one fell swoop she wiped out six experts of similar strength to herself.
The once formidable united team is now reduced to just four disciples, who are terrified by Lin Ping's bloodshot eyes.
"Speak quickly, what is your purpose in killing Senior Yan Gang?"
Lin Ping approached little by little, wanting to hear the three major sword sects admit their crimes.
"Yes, yes, it's for the sword manual. The Sword King Sect's swordsmanship is unparalleled in the world." The group stammered, "Can we...can we leave now?"
"What a bunch of three great sword sects! They really will stop at nothing to achieve their goals!" Lin Ping's eyes flashed with murderous intent. "I'll send you all back to your hometown!"
"Thank you for sparing my life, sir."
The dead man knelt on the ground, tears streaming down his face, and said gratefully.
Unfortunately, what awaited them was Lin Ping's sword.
“To be merciful to the enemy is to be cruel to oneself.” Lin Ping walked straight past the group without looking back.
"You...you went back on your word." The dead man stared at Lin Ping with a ferocious look in his eyes.
"I was indeed just sending you back to your hometown, and I did it all in one go," Lin Ping said expressionlessly.