Bang.
Chen Yang hit the ground face down, stirring up a scattering of fallen red flowers.
Yang Hu, Gu Zhiqing, and even Gu Xing, who seed to have one foot already in hell, all stared in shock and disbelief.
This...
Da da da.
Before anyone could recover, the sound of horse hooves approached from afar.
The next second, almost everyone turned towards the sound.
In the dim night, three horses advanced leisurely.
Two young n and an old man.
Many recognized the old man as Chu Tianxiong, the Patriarch of the Chu Family, one of the royal families of Shisu Town.
And the other two...
"Mr. Ning, Mr. Ning?"
Upon clearly seeing the faces of the two young n, Gu Xing was slightly surprised but also found it reasonable and struggled to stand, enduring the pain, and greeted with a smile: "Protector of Biluo Sword Valley, Gu Xing, greets the two young masters."
Earlier, Qiao Shan had ntioned that soone from the Ning Family had arrived, but Gu Xing never imagined it would be these two young masters.
"Protector Gu." Chu Tianxiong cupped his hands in greeting.
Ning Yun and Ning Hai rely nodded slightly, casting a fleeting, indifferent gaze at Gu Xing.
Especially Ning Hai, who wore a slight mocking and contemptuous smile, showing no effort to conceal it.
Gu Xing smiled awkwardly and said no more, just bowing and waiting quietly on the side. Now that these two young masters from the Ning Family were here, naturally, it was no longer his concern.
It is said that the enemy of my enemy is my friend.
Having suffered a great loss just now, he rely had to wait for Chen Yang's imminent death.
Just when the situation seed hopeless, a sudden twist occurred.
With this thought, a sinister grin crossed Gu Xing's face.
"Cough, cough."
Chen Yang struggled to stand. With a violent cough, he spat out large mouthfuls of blood, using his longsword to steady himself.
A finger-sized blood hole on his abdon was horrifying, blood gushing out in streams.
"Oh? Still able to stand, huh?"
Ning Hai picked up a longsword, placed it on his horse's back, tilted his head, and looked at Chen Yang with interest, "Such perseverance is indeed impressive, but unfortunately..."
Speaking of this, Ning Hai gestured to the surroundings, "Take a good whiff of the air, for soon you'll be saying goodbye to it."
"Do you really think a person like you can have contact with Miss Ling'er?"
"Toads dreaming of eating swan at, how absurd!"
Ning Hai's expression was cold and aloof, exuding a superior deanor that made it hard to et his gaze.
"Mr. Ning, there's sothing odd about this trash. He seems capable of borrowing so kind of external power." Gu Xing feigned a concerned warning.
"Heh."
Ning Hai laughed, "Just because you're trash, you think everyone else is too?"
"Even if he wasn't ruined, killing such a trash insect would be like slaughtering a dog for ."
Gu Xing quickly echoed, "Mr. Ning is right; how could he even compare to you? How can a firefly compete with the Bright Moon?"
The purpose of this seemingly futile statent was undoubtedly a form of goading and also indirectly expressing a plea for protection.
"Rest assured, with here, he can't harm anyone again."
"Hmm?"
Ning Hai's peripheral vision glanced at Chen Yang, his expression slightly stunned, turning to focus sharply on the Ancestral Sword in Chen Yang's hand, exclaiming in astonishnt: "Is that sothing valuable?"
Beside him, Ning Yun had long noticed the Ancestral Sword, nodding, "It should be a Spiritual Artifact."
"Are you sure?" Ning Hai's gaze suddenly sharpened, a strong sense of possession surging openly.
Ning Yun was slightly moved, gradually smiling, "No doubt about it."
"Haha!!"
Ning Hai laughed heartily, "I didn't expect an extra gain today, what a surprise."
"Anything in this world that Ning Hai sets his eyes on can be mine! Especially from soone as good as dead?" Ning Hai's arrogant and domineering tone echoed at the scene.
"Brother, we truly are ones of great fortune, finding such a treasure in such a barren land. I'll fetch it for you right away!"
Ning Hai grinned widely, "With this sword, Brother, you'll be a focus for cultivation within the Ning Family, soaring high, just around the corner."
Ning Yun smiled, understanding well what a Spiritual Artifact ant for him.
As a non-direct line, his status within the family and access to resources were far less than the direct line.
An Ancestral Sword was enough to change this situation.
Moreover, with his status, he certainly had the confidence and right to seize this Ancestral Sword for himself.
Who dared to object?
In the position of the Ning Family on Yuning Mountain, who could shake?
"Hand over the sword!"
Ning Hai shook the reins, and while advancing towards Chen Yang, he raised a hand, speaking in a commanding tone.
"The sword is right here, co and get it if you have the skill," Chen Yang said, his voice slightly hoarse.
This statent instantly exhausted Ning Hai's already waning patience, simultaneously igniting his inner rage and hostility.
Pointing at Chen Yang, he threatened, "I intended to give you a clean death. It seems you don't need it?"
Chen Yang remained indifferent, his expression unchanged.
"Since that's the case, I'll send you on your way." Ning Hai's five fingers trembled, reaching towards Chen Yang's head from afar.
Boom!
The void trembled intensely.
To not even use his sword, how confident was he, and how much did he disdain Chen Yang?
Chen Yang, who had remained silent until now, suddenly widened his eyes, his gaze becoming increasingly brilliant.
At the sa ti.
Both Gu Zhiqing and Yang Hu rushed forward, intending to stand with Chen Yang.
At this point, how could they stand by and do nothing?
However, Chen Yang struck out with a backhand palm, a fierce wind swept forth, and before they could respond, Yang Hu and Gu Zhiqing were swept seven or eight ters away without any power to resist.
"Go!"
A single word, filled with ultimate resolve.
"Hehe."
From a short distance, Ning Yun laughed, "This guy is indeed loyal and righteous, but does he take as non-existent? Or does he think he can stop my brother?"
"Only a fool who doesn't know death." Gu Xing laughed.
"Right." Ning Yun evidently didn't want to waste ti on such a boring topic, pointing towards Gu Zhiqing, "Is that Gu Zhiqing from your Biluo Sword Valley, the one with the special constitution?"
"It's her."
Gu Xing nodded, then chuckled, "If Mr. Ning finds Gu Zhiqing pleasing, I'll arrange it for you as soon as it's over."
As n, and given Gu Zhiqing's obvious assets, along with her constitution like a tonic pill, how could he not know what to do?
"Not bad, not bad." Ning Yun nodded.
Gu Xing was overjoyed, nodding repeatedly in agreent.
Kachak!
A sword like a thunderbolt.
The blood-stained Ancestral Sword suddenly let out a thunderous explosion.
Just when everyone thought this sword was aid at Ning Hai, Chen Yang stomped hard, shifting sideways, turning the Ancestral Sword towards the grinning Gu Xing.
Completely imrsed in the fantasy of witnessing Chen Yang's death, Gu Xing only felt a flash of light coming, and before he could react, there was a boom, and everything went dark.
Bang.
He flew seven or eight ters horizontally and finally crashed hard into the ground.
"Who can save a man that Chen wants to kill?"
Ning Hai: "..."
Everyone: "..."
"..."
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