Chapter 49

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Under the moonlight, on the cliff.

Xiang Rong and Gou Jun had rushed from a distance and simultaneously summoned their sword lights.

About thirty to fifty feet away, a figure stood at the edge of the cliff, seemingly at the end of the road, pacing anxiously and in a state of panic.

Some say that wealth and honor are largely the same, but suffering varies greatly.

For Wu Jiu, the despair in suffering was no different. Even the dead ends he encountered were mostly similar. Either he was being hunted or besieged, and in the end, he would either jump off a cliff or throw himself into a river.

Could there be a different way to make one less embarrassed and more composed?

However, when it came to the moment of life and death, whether to live or die was not a choice.

Wu Jiu faced the darkness and the abyss, his body hunched and trembling, his face contorted.

This path was so difficult, yet I always faced it with composure. I thought it was survival of the fittest, but in the end, I still fell into a dead end!

In this vast world, where can I find a place to rest?

Let me turn my sorrow and anger into a sword, and with a thunderous roar, break through the sky. Let the spring flowers and autumn dreams dance with the wind, and the clear moon and lonely stars show their affection. Haha...

In a fleeting moment, he suddenly grinned, a hint of madness flashing in his eyes, and then straightened his body. In that instant, his disheveled hair stood on end, and the black aura that had always lingered around him suddenly disappeared into his brows. In the next moment, the surging currents within his body, which had been colliding, found an outlet, breaking free from their constraints and rapidly surging through his limbs and bones, filling his entire body with strength.

At this moment, two sword lights whistled towards him.

Wu Jiu did not turn around, as if he had eyes at the back of his head, seeing everything clearly around him. He took two quick steps, just as he was about to step into the abyss, he pushed off with his toes and suddenly leaped into the night sky.

This leap reached four to five feet.

The flying swords were even faster, swift as meteors.

He had no way to dodge, but he swung his arm back without hesitation. Before his hand touched the incoming flying swords, a faint black light flashed from his palm.

"Bang, Bang"

The black light vanished in an instant, but an invisible killing aura split the night sky. Immediately, two muffled sounds followed, and the unstoppable sword lights were deflected. Xiang Rong and Gou Jun, who had just leaped off the ground, were blocked by the chaotic energy and were forced to return to their original positions.

Wu Jiu, using the momentum of the attack, rose again, covering seven to eight feet, and landed on the opposite mountain peak. As soon as his feet touched the ground, he floated up again, losing his balance and tumbling over. After two somersaults, he landed awkwardly, sitting down, and looked down, feeling greatly surprised.

Was I really about to fly into the night sky, into eternity?

That was just a self-comfort, thinking of leaving a complete body behind. But if I had reached the halfway point of the opposite mountain, I might have survived. Under the combined attack of two high-level cultivators, the outcome was predictable!

However, when blocking the flying swords, I thought I would lose an arm...

Wu Jiu looked at his intact right arm, clenched his fist, and swung his hand, finding no abnormalities.

That's strange, where did that faint black light come from? Was it just an illusion?

The mountain peak where he stood was also a cliff, surrounded by mist, with a distant, dark, and deep view. On the opposite cliff, Xiang Rong and Gou Jun had landed, looking at each other in surprise. The crescent moon hung in the sky, and the stars were sparse...

Wu Jiu's gaze circled around and fell back on his arm.

His blood-stained arm looked like a black stick of firewood, but as he clenched his fist and extended his hand, he could clearly feel the strong force surging through his muscles and skin. Looking into his body, the surging currents that had collided several times had sunk into his lower abdomen, forming a vortex that was still spinning, transforming into countless fine streams, continuously flowing into his limbs and bones.

And the former constraints and restrictions were all gone. It seemed to be related to that strange black light, which, in the moment it repelled the flying swords, brought an unknown energy back, breaking through all the barriers within his body. As for the truth, it was unknown!

A gust of night wind blew, and someone shouted loudly, "Two Dao brothers, why don't you kill that boy..."

On the opposite cliff, another person had appeared.

It was Mu Shen, who had just arrived, not having time to rest, and was waving his long sword, shouting at this side. Xiang Rong and Gou Jun ignored him, whispering to each other. After a moment, he was surprised again, "How did that boy cross such a deep ravine?"

Wu Jiu glanced up and snorted, "Do you need to ask? He must have flown over..."

"Fly," he liked this word, meaning vast skies and boundless freedom. Since he couldn't figure out his own condition, he didn't want to think too much. As long as his feet could move, he needed to keep running.

With a slight thought, his body slowly lifted off the ground. He took a step to steady himself, his eyes full of surprise. Although he looked thin, he weighed over a hundred pounds, yet now he felt as light as a willow leaf. Where had his flesh and bones gone?

He quickly stomped his foot, feeling the strength and solidity beneath him, as if the heaviness had returned. As long as he focused, a mysterious force from the vortex in his abdomen would fill his entire body. The lightness made him feel like he could walk on the wind!

"Hmph! Just putting on a show..."

Mu Shen's cultivation was far inferior to Xiang Rong and Gou Jun, and he had arrived late. Seeing Wu Jiu just ten feet away, he wanted to chase after him, but the cliff blocked his way, so he had to seek help from the two elders. While waiting, he couldn't help but mock, "You... actually know the art of wind control?"

That boy had no cultivation, not even a spiritual root. Under the moonlight, his graceful movements were clearly different from before. Ordinary people had heavy and turbid meridians, while cultivators had transformed bodies, with their own internal world. The difference was vast, and considering the previous strange events, it couldn't help but raise suspicions!

Wu Jiu was still feeling the changes in his body, and his thoughts stirred. I am just an ordinary person, unable to cultivate, let alone know the art of wind control. It must be the black aura from that short sword causing this.

He thought this but said, "I have a unique talent, how can you see through my secrets!"

He raised his head and chest, standing straight in the night wind, exuding a sense of nobility, and then challenged, "Mu Shen, why not fight again? I still have an invincible move to entertain you, hah!"

What invincible move, it was just the deeply hated move after move. And with a distance of ten feet, how could they fight again?

Mu Shen, short of breath, said angrily, "You..."

Wu Jiu lifted his chin, "I fight for justice, to punish the corrupt cultivators..."

Mu Shen snorted and turned to urge, "Two Dao brothers..."

Wu Jiu stood at the edge of the cliff, fearless, "Your two Dao brothers are no good either!" He finally had a chance to vent, cursing to his heart's content, "Xiang Rong, at your age, you are greedy and have turned to theft. As the saying goes, an old man who doesn't die is a thief! I spit..." He thought of his initial humiliation and the difficulties he faced, and couldn't help but spit again, "You and Gou Jun injured Ziyun, and now you want to kill me. Your crimes are numerous and unforgivable. I am here, come and face your punishment..."

Before his words were finished, someone on the opposite cliff leaped up.

Wu Jiu, standing proudly, suddenly closed his mouth and widened his eyes.

Xiang Rong had already leaped into the air, his momentum weakening, and he threw his flying sword, stepping on it to gain more force, rushing straight towards this side. He didn't stop there, raising his hand to summon a talisman. In an instant, the talisman exploded in a ball of fire, transforming into a sharp arrow whistling through the air.

Gou Jun, not to be outdone, did the same. As he was halfway across, he threw a vine-like rope, pulling Mu Shen along, and they both flew across the abyss.

Wow, they really came over!

Wu Jiu gasped, not hesitating, and turned to run. His former righteous demeanor vanished. A naked figure was bouncing and jumping in the night.

No matter how bravely he spoke, it was just talk. Really facing three cultivators, it was better to avoid it for now!

He took three or four steps, then five or six, his figure as fast as the wind, running down the mountain. The arrow behind him was whistling, with astonishing power. He swung his arms, trying to use the strange black light to block it, but no matter how he waved his hands, nothing happened.

In a blink, the arrow was almost upon him.

Wu Jiu had no time to dodge. In his shock, he felt the vortex in his abdomen suddenly speed up, and countless streams surged out, instantly filling his limbs and bones. He took advantage of this, pushing off with his feet, and leaped forward seven or eight feet, narrowly avoiding the arrow's fatal strike. He didn't have time to feel lucky, and with both feet, he leaped over a patch of trees, rushing down the mountain.

At this moment, three figures landed.

The one who had been shouting and provoking had already disappeared...

Xiang Rong, not even steady on his feet, looked angry and surprised. After a moment, he took a few quick steps, waved his arm, and a piece of animal skin fell into his hand. The spirit arrow talisman, with its considerable power, was limited by the user's magic and consciousness. Beyond a hundred feet, it was difficult to control. In other words, that boy had escaped a hundred feet in a blink. Even with the ninth level of a cultivator, it was no easy feat. And he was just an ordinary person...

Mu Shen, who had expected this, snorted, "Don't be fooled by that boy's scholarly appearance. He is a rogue, and only because he possesses a strange treasure has he repeatedly escaped danger. With our three combined efforts, we can deal with him!"

Xiang Rong, hearing the words "strange treasure," his expression brightened. He nodded to Gou Jun beside him and rushed forward together.

Mu Shen, catching his breath, couldn't help but grit his teeth.

Boy, not only do I want to kill you, but even my Master Xuanyu can't tolerate you. No matter where you go, you won't escape this time... Mobile users, please visit http://m.piaotia.net

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