Chapter 15

Guo Jing extended his hands and grabbed the back of two enemies, intending to throw them away. However, the two were skilled, and their feet were firmly planted on the ground, making it impossible to throw them. Guo Jing thought, "Where did these skilled opponents come from? No wonder the Quanzhen Sect is in for a tough day today." Suddenly, he let go and swept his leg horizontally. The two were using the Thousand-Pound Drop technique to resist his strength, but they did not expect him to change his move so suddenly. They were immediately sent flying through the air and out through the broken door.

On the other side, Luo Fan had already employed the Exorcism Sword Technique. The sword light was extremely fast, reaching the two opponents in the blink of an eye. It suddenly split into two, striking both sides simultaneously! The two did not expect the sword light to be so fast and strange, and underestimating their opponent, they had to retreat several steps to barely block it.

The enemies were startled by the sudden arrival of these skilled opponents, but they were confident in their victory and did not take it seriously. Two of them rushed over and shouted, "Who are you?"

Before the two could even steady themselves, a green light accompanied by a clear sword cry, like a comet with a long tail, rushed towards them. The two hurriedly retreated, but before they could move, they felt a chill at their necks. They saw a young man in white standing with his back to them, his sword in hand.

"You..." The two tried to say something, but found their throats not responding. They wanted to raise their hands, but their bodies felt drained of strength. The surroundings seemed extremely quiet.

The young man in white had a drop of fresh red liquid drip from his sword onto the stone floor of the Chongyang Palace. The two suddenly felt a warm substance gushing from their necks, and their stiff bodies fell to the ground in disbelief.

The other enemies, seeing the young man in white kill two skilled opponents with a single sword strike, were greatly shocked and no one dared to challenge him.

At this moment, Luo Fan was no longer the naive young man who had never even killed a chicken. Over a year of wandering in the martial world had indeed made him grow a lot.

He still remembered when he saw the Mongol soldiers burning, killing, and looting, not even sparing infants just over a year old. He instantly felt like a lit powder keg. That night was the first time he killed, twenty-two people, not leaving a single one alive.

Afterward, when he thought about the headless bodies, the intestines dragging on the ground, and the slaughterhouse-like scene, he vomited for a whole day and night, even bringing up bile.

Now, he turned around and looked at the two lives that had just slipped away in his hands, his expression cold, feeling nothing. These people, their deaths were not to be pitied.

Ma Yu, Qiu Chuji, and Wang Chuyi recognized the two, and were overjoyed, thinking, "With these two here, our sect is safe!"

Guo Jing did not take the enemies seriously and knelt down to bow to Ma Yu and the others, saying, "Disciple Guo Jing pays respects."

"Disciple Luo Fan pays respects!" Seeing Guo Jing's demeanor, Luo Fan naturally did not want to be outdone.

Ma Yu, Qiu Chuji, and Wang Chuyi smiled and nodded, raising their hands in greeting. Yin Zhiping suddenly shouted, "Brother Guo, be careful!" Guo Jing heard the wind behind him and knew someone was trying to sneak attack him. However, the two knew Luo Fan was formidable and chose Guo Jing, the "soft target," to attack.

Guo Jing did not stand up but used his elbow to support himself, his body rising and falling. As he landed, his knees hit the "Hunmen" acupoint on the back of the two attackers, causing them to collapse. Guo Jing remained kneeling, with two more cushions under his knees.

Ma Yu smiled and said, "Jing'er, Fan'er, please stand up." He then said to Guo Jing, "It's been over ten years, your skills have greatly improved!" Guo Jing stood up and said, "How to deal with these people, I will follow the Daoist master's instructions." Before Ma Yu could answer, Guo Jing heard two people behind him laugh, the laughter very strange.

Turning around, they saw two people standing behind them. One was wearing a red robe, a golden crown on his head, with a gaunt appearance, a middle-aged Tibetan monk. The other was dressed in a light yellow brocade robe, holding a folding fan, dressed like a nobleman, about thirty years old, with a look of arrogance on his face. The laughter came from these two.

Luo Fan sized them up and then smiled at the nobleman, "You are Huo Du?"

The nobleman, with a somewhat impure accent, asked, "Do you know me? Who are you? What are you doing here?"

Luo Fan's expression turned cold, and he replied, "I am just an ordinary Quanzhen disciple."

Huo Du sneered, "I didn't expect the Quanzhen Sect to have someone like you." His tone was old and arrogant.

Luo Fan, who already had a bad impression of Huo Du, now hearing this, angrily asked, "Is it you who brought people here to cause trouble and set fire to the temple?"

Huo Du sneered, "You are a junior of the Quanzhen Sect, you have no right to speak here."

"Oh?" Luo Fan looked at Huo Du, saying with disdain, "You are a junior of the Mongols, let your Han generals speak to me."

"You!" Behind Huo Du, the sound of weapons being drawn could be heard, and the situation became tense again.

Huo Du's face was now uncertain, and after a long moment, he recovered, closed his fan, and stepped forward, smiling, "These friends are all brought by me. If you can withstand my thirty moves, I will spare these old Taoists. How about it?"

Luo Fan shook his finger, "Ten moves."

Huo Du was taken aback, then opened his fan and walked, smiling, "Boy, it seems you don't understand the situation. Now is not the time for you to bargain!"

The crowd brought by Huo Du laughed.

"Ha ha~" Luo Fan laughed lightly, explaining, "I mean, if you can withstand my ten moves, I will spare your life."

"What?" The laughter from the Mongol side stopped, and Huo Du was also stunned, then sneered, "Boy, you are quite arrogant!"

"Die!" Huo Du closed his fan, pushed off the ground, and shot towards Luo Fan like an arrow.

"Brother Luo, be careful!" Guo Jing, seeing Luo Fan seemingly unaware, quickly warned him.

"Clang!" At this moment, Luo Fan's hand touched the hilt of the green light sword, and a clear sound of metal clashing rang out. Luo Fan instantly blocked the iron fan.

Huo Du's wrist turned, and the fan pointed at another acupoint on Luo Fan. Luo Fan remained calm, and the green light sword slashed towards Huo Du's right hand holding the fan. Huo Du did not want to give up his attack, and his left hand, like an eagle's claw, grabbed Luo Fan's right wrist. Luo Fan had anticipated this move and extended his left hand to block Huo Du's left hand.

At this moment, Huo Du's right hand was completely exposed to Luo Fan's green light sword, and it was too late for him to retract it!

However, Huo Du, having experienced many battles, quickly thought of a solution. He pushed the iron fan back, holding it by the end, and the fan's ribs supported his forearm, barely blocking Luo Fan's green light sword!

Huo Du's right hand retreated, and the iron fan opened, with a row of sharp spikes suddenly extending from the end. Huo Du pushed the iron fan up, along the sword, towards Luo Fan's fingers.

Luo Fan did not expect this and his expression changed. He quickly let go of the sword, dodged the slash, and then extended his left hand to catch the sword again. At this moment, Huo Du's iron fan was already moving towards Luo Fan's neck.

Luo Fan quickly bent down, using the sword to support himself and maintain balance. Huo Du did not give up, and his wrist turned, the iron fan slashing down again.

The situation turned critical! The Quanzhen disciples watched with bated breath, and Guo Jing was ready to intervene and save Luo Fan!

"Is this never-ending?" Luo Fan's body tilted, and he used his hand to support himself, throwing the green light sword directly at Huo Du. Using his body as cover, the green light sword flew towards Huo Du. Huo Du did not notice, still trying to attack, but suddenly saw a green light fly from Luo Fan's waist, reaching his chest in an instant. He was greatly alarmed and quickly tilted his body. The green light sword sliced through his chest like cutting tofu, leaving a long wound, blood flowing!

Seeing this, Huo Du was furious, but then thought that his opponent had lost his weapon, a major mistake in battle, and felt confident of victory. He was about to attack again when he saw Luo Fan's left foot suddenly kick the sword hilt upward, causing the green light sword to slash downward. If this move hit, Huo Du would be cut in half! Huo Du, completely unprepared for this, was extremely alarmed and rolled on the ground to avoid it, feeling a chill on his back, followed by a burning pain.

Luo Fan stood up and caught the green light sword spinning in the air.

"Brilliant! Absolutely brilliant!" The Quanzhen disciples all clapped and cheered. Guo Jing sighed, "Such sword techniques, truly unparalleled, Brother Luo's sword skills are truly unmatched!"

The old Taoists also nodded and smiled, quite pleased.

At this moment, only Luo Fan secretly wiped a cold sweat. He had practiced the Nine Swords of Dugu to a high level, and being a modern person, he was not bound by the traditional constraints. His moves were no longer rigid, otherwise, if he had been caught off guard by Huo Du's trick, he might have been in trouble.

Huo Du, now in a sorry state, his face red with anger, gritted his teeth and said, "May I ask for your name and sect?"

"Planning to seek revenge later? Why not tell you!" Luo Fan coldly said, "Third disciple of Quanzhen Yuyangzi, Luo Fan!"

Huo Du was skeptical, thinking that after fighting the Quanzhen elders for half a day, they only had the Tian Gang Bei Dou Array as their strength. In a one-on-one fight, none of them could match him. How could their disciple be so skilled?

After sizing up Luo Fan, he saw that the young man was extremely young, and his future achievements might be boundless. At that time, the Central Plains martial world would have another skilled practitioner. Thinking of this, Huo Du's left hand retreated into his sleeve.

"Your skills are astonishing, I am greatly impressed. In ten years, I will come to challenge you again. I have some unfinished business here, so I will take my leave." He bowed and turned to leave.

"Did I say you could leave?" A cold voice rang out, and a green light streaked towards Huo Du at incredible speed.

"Go!" Huo Du shouted, his left hand, hidden in his sleeve, suddenly extended, scattering a powder that enveloped Luo Fan.

The Quanzhen disciples finally wanted to pursue, but Luo Fan quickly warned them, "Don't move! It's poisonous!"

The poison Huo Du scattered did not greatly affect Luo Fan, but it blocked his vision, allowing Huo Du to escape using his lightness skills. In the air, Huo Du thought and shouted, "I admit defeat today. I hope the Quanzhen Sect will mind their own business and not interfere with my private matters." According to martial world rules, if one admits defeat and sets a date for a rematch, they cannot be attacked until the date arrives.

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