Chapter 26: Fighting Fellow Disciples

  Fang Shaobai knew he was in trouble, big trouble.

  But now he had no leisure to think how great his troubles were; all he could do was run, madly run.

  He can't wield a sword yet, the only thing he can rely on is his own body method. He unfolded his body method to extreme speed and fled frantically down Luo Fu Mountain.

  It's unknown why, but at this moment, Kong Zhuan's smiling face and the words he had said to himself appeared in his mind, "Actually, the most practical things are still body techniques and escape arts. If you cultivate them well, you will be fearless!"

  At that time, I just listened and smiled, still looking down on him in my heart. But now?

  He regretted not listening to Kong Yan's words at that time.

  His feet were almost in a state of suspension, his body like a wisp of white smoke. Every few dozen feet he would touch the ground to borrow momentum, and each time he did, he could even hear the soft "whoosh" sound produced by his toes tapping on the ground. This was a movement technique that was close to flying on land, but it wasn't enough, far from enough.

  Apart from the sound of his own feet touching the ground, he could also hear the rustling of clothes behind him, not just one person, but twelve, led by Lin Yufeng and Yu Xuemai.

  A bitter smile, a miserable smile, perhaps this is now the only expression he can make.

  Blood dripped from the hem of his garment onto the ground, and he now had four large wounds on his body. One was on his thigh, sliced by Yu Xuanji's sword, three inches deep into the flesh, fortunately without damaging the bone, but the blood kept flowing non-stop. He could only roughly tear off a piece of cloth to bandage this wound, having no time to attend to it further, because the other three wounds were even more severe than this one.

  There was a sword wound in his abdomen, six inches long and two inches deep. If it had been any deeper, it would have injured his internal organs. Because of this wound, he had to hold his hand over it to keep the wound stable and prevent his injury from worsening. This inevitably slowed him down. There were also two other wounds: one on his chest, a sword thrust that had pierced his heart, but the tip of the sword had been at an angle, grazing his heart without piercing it. However, he was starting to bleed internally, so his other hand was covering this wound as well.

  The fourth wound was on his face, from the forehead to the mouth, this sword was shallower and didn't even hurt the bone, but a scar from the forehead to the corner of his mouth had already thoroughly disfigured him.

  "Lin Yufeng, Lin Yufeng, if one day you fall into my hands ——!"

  He silently cursed the name, secretly plotting his revenge, but no matter how he thought about it, Lin Yufeng falling into his hands was just a fantasy. If he couldn't escape today, the best outcome would be spending the rest of his life in Luo Fu's private dungeon.

  "Fang Shaobai, stop running! If you keep going, even if we don't catch you, those injuries of yours will be the death of you!" Behind him, several voices shouted, with Lin Yufeng's being the loudest. This voice was especially piercing to Fang Shaobai's ears, his eyebrows furrowed slightly, and he winced in pain as he ran forward, ignoring the shouts.

  Following closely behind, Lin Yufeng smiled, his smile filled with disdain. "Since that's the case, Ninth Junior Brother, I won't hold back!" He shouted loudly, his tone dripping with the air of a victor. A cyan light flashed in his hand, and then, a clear and melodious whistle pierced the air as his entire body transformed into a cyan light, shooting forward like lightning.

  "Flight of the Sword!" someone exclaimed, chasing after him, while Yu Xuanji's face showed a hint of envy. As for others, they didn't even have the qualifications to be envious, but instead gazed at the cyan light shooting forward with extreme reverence. To be able to control sword flight before the age of thirty was an example rarely seen, even in a large sect like Luofu.

  As soon as the whistle sounded, Fang Shaobai stopped in his tracks. He knew what that whistle meant.

  "It's over!" Lin Yufeng's toes touched the tip of a grass stem, his entire body floating in mid-air, his white clothes fluttering, with an ethereal and otherworldly appearance.

  " Ninth Young Master, come back to the mountain with us. As long as you stop resisting, we will definitely plead for you when we return!" By the time he finished speaking, the people behind had also caught up, led by Yu Xuanji, and thirteen disciples surrounded Fang Shaobai.

  Among the thirteen disciples, there were three core inner door disciples. In addition to Yu Xuanji, two others were newly promoted core disciples at the last opening of the mountain gate conference. The other ten were all inner door disciples who performed well and had relatively excellent strength.

  After Fang Shaoyi stopped in his tracks, the thirteen people surrounded him.

  He let out a soft sigh and slowly lowered his right hand from the wound on his chest, grasping the hilt of the sword at his waist.

  "Do you still want to resist?" Lin Yufeng sneered with a pleased smile, "Ninth Brother, do you know that by doing this, you are giving me an excuse to kill you!"

  Fang Shaobo's eyes were expressionless, and he slowly drew out the Qinggang long sword. A solemn and sorrowful aura emanated from his body.

  Perhaps this is his last battle in life, at this moment, his spirit has reached the highest peak.

  "Since it's like that, then...!" Lin Yufeng laughed, the sword in his hand drawing a strange and mysterious arc in the air.

  "You really surprise me, Ninth Junior Brother. However, even if you have truly reached the realm of unity between man and sword, it's still impossible for you to defeat me... Hmm, who is this person?!"

  As he let out a cry of surprise, the grass stalks beneath his feet suddenly snapped, and his body also heavily thudded onto the ground, stumbling forward several steps before finally steadying himself.

  Others were not so lucky, ten inner disciples fell to the ground without any creativity, while two newly promoted inner core disciples knelt on both knees, and Yu Xuanji was slightly better off, kneeling on one knee.

  "Old Nine, aren't you leaving yet?"

  A thread of extremely fine and incomparable sound entered Fang Shao's ears, and his body also became several dozen times lighter in an instant.

  "Eldest of the Five Masters!" Fang Shaobai's heart skipped a beat, and with that, a surge of great power burst forth from beneath his feet, sending him soaring directly into the air several zhang high. "Hurry up and go, I'll help you stall them!"

  Fang Shaobai's expression changed, and he stopped speaking. His body rose into the air with this power, transformed into a wisp of clear smoke, and disappeared from everyone's sight.

  Lin Yufeng's face changed greatly, wanting to chase, but the ground under his feet was like a huge magnet, making it difficult to maintain his current posture, let alone having the strength to chase Luo, even if he were allowed to ride his sword, he couldn't have ridden it.

  "Who dares to be so reckless within the Luofu border!" Lin Yufeng shouted coldly, his tone surprisingly laced with a hint of flustered anger. The cooked duck had flown away, and this was something he could not accept.

  The calm and collected demeanor of before was nowhere to be found, replaced by a sinister glint in his eyes. Although the glint only flashed for an instant, the expression on his face turned pale with severity.

  "Damn it, I'm so annoyed!" A lazy voice rang out in everyone's ears. Suddenly, a yellow smoke burst forth from the ground where Fang Shaobai was standing, and then condensed into a human figure. Everyone present widened their eyes in shock, and Lin Yufeng's expression also changed.

  "Old Five!"

  With a lazy look on his face, Kong Zhuo opened his sleepy eyes, yawning, and listlessly raised the thumb of his left hand. He was scratching his ear in a very ungraceful manner, looking extremely tired, and glanced at Lin Yufeng.

  "Oh, Second Master!"

  Then his gaze swept over the remaining thirteen people and finally stopped on Yu Xuemi's body, "And Old Four?!"

  "What's going on here?"

  "What's going on, Old Five? You don't know what's going on?" Lin Yufeng said coldly.

  "I really don't know!" Kong Zhuang's face was full of innocence, his hands spread out in front of him, "Why are you disturbing my sleep?"

  There is even a tone of questioning in this statement.

  "Kong Zhuo——!" Yu Xuanji let out a stern shout, his legs exerting force as he changed from a half-kneeling posture to standing upright. The sword in his hand swung fiercely upwards, its tip pointing directly at Kong Zhuo. "You secretly released the rebels and attacked fellow disciples, what crime should you be punished for?"

  Kong Zhan lightly raised his eyebrows, turned his head, and the puzzled and innocent look on his face became even more intense. "What rebellion, what attack on fellow disciples? I don't know what you're talking about. I'm just practicing my skills here. You guys not only came to disturb me while I'm practicing, but also spoke rudely. What do you mean?" As he spoke, his gaze shifted from Yu Xuanji's face to Lin Yufeng. "Second brother, I was just at the most critical moment of my practice, and you all came here making a big noise, disturbing my tranquility, almost causing me to lose control. Tell me, how should we settle this account?"

  Although a smile was on his face, Lin Yufeng clearly felt the cold intent in Kong Yan's eyes, like the chill of the ninth underworld, gradually condensing into a single sound, a chill rising from his dantian.

  Taking a deep breath, he forcibly suppressed the chill and slowly raised the sword in his hand, with the tip of the sword pointing at Kong Zhuo, "You privately released the rebels, what crime should you be guilty of?!"

  The sword's intent is stirring, like a sharp blade approaching, the surrounding cold wind rises lightly, the intention to kill is solemn.

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