Refuse to trample on the pride of heaven

Chapter 330: The imminent melee

"Lu Wensheng" looked at himself being surrounded, still with a calm smile on his face, as if the predicament before him was just an insignificant game.

It shook its head slightly, and said calmly: "You think you can trap me like this? That's too naive."

Just as he finished speaking, a "crackling" sound suddenly came from the surrounding black fog, like some kind of machinery running, or like bones rubbing against each other.

Then, one puppet after another slowly walked out of the black fog. Their movements were stiff but strangely coordinated, and a faint green light flickered in their empty eye sockets.

These puppets have different shapes, some are incomplete, and some are covered with cracks, but without exception, they all exude a heart-pounding cold aura.

Among the group of puppets, a one-armed demon cultivator walked out slowly. He was wearing a black robe and holding a long flute in his hand. The flute was engraved with complicated runes and was surrounded by a faint black aura. His face was sinister and his eyes were full of resentment. He stared straight at Lu Wensheng as if he wanted to eat him alive.

“Lu Wensheng…” Zhou Yuan’s voice was hoarse and low, as if it came from the depths of hell. “You cut off one of my arms, and today I will make you pay double!”

Lu Wensheng's expression remained unchanged, his eyes still as calm as water. He slightly tilted his head and whispered to the disciples behind him, "Be careful. Although these puppets are easier to deal with than Qu Yanhui's living puppets, we must not be careless."

Your opponent ignored you and even bullied you, and the person he bullied was your mortal enemy - this is very real.

Zhou Yuan blushed on the spot.

"I hope you can still be so stubborn when the time comes."

Zhou Yuan sneered, and the sound of the flute suddenly became sharp and piercing. The puppets seemed to have received orders and instantly pounced on Lu Wensheng and his disciples.

Lu Wensheng's eyes flashed, and he swung the sword in his hand. The sword energy was like a rainbow, and instantly chopped the puppets in the front into pieces. However, the number of puppets was too large, and it seemed that they were pouring out of the black fog endlessly.

It seems that all the travelers who had fallen asleep in the Misty Mountains and never woke up again were awakened by the sound of his flute.

Black fog rolled in, and the wind was cold. Lu Wensheng stood in front of everyone, the long sword in his hand was shining with a cold light, and the tip of the sword was slightly drooping, giving people a silent sense of oppression.

Zhou Yuan stood among the puppets, holding a long black flute with a faint black mist lingering around it. A sinister smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were full of resentment: Lu Wensheng, today is the day you die!

The sound of the flute was low and strange, as if it came from the depths of hell, with a captivating power. As the flute sounded, the puppets' movements suddenly became swift, with faint green light flashing in their empty eye sockets, and they pounced towards the monks.

The sound of the flute not only controlled the puppets, but also subtly affected everyone's minds. The monks only felt a buzzing in their ears and countless whispers seemed to be echoing in their minds, making them upset and difficult to concentrate.

At this moment, a clear sound of piano suddenly rang out, like a clear spring flowing through the heart, instantly dispelling the feeling of boredom.

Xiao Mo sat cross-legged on the side, with a guqin placed horizontally on his knees. His fingertips lightly plucked the strings, and the melodious sound of the guqin formed a sharp contrast with Zhou Yuan's flute sound. Some disciples protected each other.

The long sword in Ye Yingzhou's hand swung out like a dragon, and the sword energy was so powerful that it chopped the puppets that rushed towards him into pieces one by one. He glanced sideways at Xun Ruo and saw that she was holding a pipa, plucking it lightly with her fingertips, and the sound waves turned into an invisible sharp blade, which repelled the puppets.

Although the two did not speak, they had a tacit understanding. They attacked and competed secretly at the same time, as if they were competing to see who could kill more puppets.

Wu Feipeng and Zhang Miao stood on Lu Wensheng's left and right sides, assisting him.

Wu Feipeng's swordsmanship was sharp, and each of his swords was aimed directly at the vital points of the puppets. Zhang Miao was good at body movements, and he shuttled among the puppets like a ghost, occasionally blocking attacks from behind for Lu Wensheng.

The two Zhang Miao stood on either side of Lu Wensheng, one on the left and one on the right.

Zhang Miao held a long sword in his hand, the sword light was as fast as lightning, and he cooperated with Wu Feipeng to form an impenetrable line of defense. The two of them had a tacit understanding, one attacking and one defending, and repelled the puppets that rushed towards them one by one.

"Senior Brother Lu, we will cover you!" Wu Feipeng shouted loudly, his eyes full of fighting spirit.

Lu Wensheng nodded slightly, his eyes still fixed on Zhou Yuan. He moved, and rushed towards Zhou Yuan like a flash of lightning, the long sword in his hand drew a sharp arc, pointing directly at the opponent's throat.

Zhou Yuan sneered, and the sound of the flute suddenly changed, becoming more rapid and sharp. The puppets seemed to be stimulated by something, and their movements became more frantic. They even rushed towards Lu Wensheng desperately, trying to block his attack.

At this moment, Yu Shuoyang, holding two swords, swept across the battlefield like the wind. His swordsmanship was sharp and swift. As the two swords crossed, he chopped the puppets into pieces.

While he was fighting, he did not forget to pull Wang Yanzhi over to the side and complained: "Why do you always stand so far forward? Are you looking for death?"

Wang Yanzhi staggered, but he refused to give in: "I just want to help... and I'm not weak!"

"Help? You'd better save your own life first!" Yu Shuoyang rolled his eyes, but the two swords in his hands were unambiguous, cutting a puppet that pounced on Wang Yanzhi into two halves.

On the other side, Qin Xiao was like a killing god, wielding the spirit sword in his hand tightly and wielding it like a knife. His sword skills were open and closed, and each sword was filled with fierce murderous aura. He killed the surrounding puppets one by one with his usual straightforwardness and decisiveness.

Yan Zhou stood a little further away, holding a few silver needles in his hand, his eyes gleaming with lightning.

His acupuncture technique was extremely precise. Each needle pierced into the vital joints of the puppets, instantly rendering them unable to move. His movements were elegant and calm. Compared with Qin Xiao who was moving through the fragments, it seemed as if he was completing a work of art.

Fu Xiangxing stood at the back, holding a stack of talismans in his hand and muttering something. As he chanted, the talismans turned into golden lights and flew to various parts of the battlefield.

The auxiliary talisman practitioners have always been very powerful. Some talismans turned into flames, burning the puppets to ashes; some talismans turned into lightning, splitting the puppets into pieces.

"Everyone be careful!" Lu Wensheng reminded loudly, and with a flash of his body, he stood in front of several disciples.

The sword in his hand flashed like lightning, and every swing of the sword was like thunder, repelling the approaching puppets. Even though he was confronting Zhou Yuan, he still distracted himself to protect the disciples behind him, without any hesitation.

"Lu Wensheng" had long since withdrawn from the battlefield and was standing on the branches of a nearby tree, looking at the chaotic battlefield without making any other movements. He just followed Lu Wensheng with his eyes filled with thought.