128: Chapter 128 An attack of 1800, let's see how you block it!!

"You!!"

Village Chief Zhao Taohua felt anger rise in his heart, his fists clenched tight.

However, the disparity in their strength was too great; he could only watch helplessly as Alchemist Lü Yang knocked Pharmacist Huang unconscious and took him away.

Village Chief Zhao Taohua had resisted, but...

Meanwhile, on the other side.

At the entrance of Taoyuan Village.

This place, which was originally bustling with noise and where children and women would gather to play, was now terrifyingly desolate, with only one man, his face calm, drinking heavily, waiting on guard.

He looked into the distance from time to time, as if waiting for something.

But over an hour had passed.

Not a single villager had returned, and Deputy Hall Master Zhao Qing immediately felt anger rise in his heart.

Bang!

He slammed the large bowl in his hand onto the ground and shouted angrily: "A bunch of lowly peasants! Hmph, sending them to find Chen Yichuan was truly stupid. I think... it would be better to lock them up."

Deputy Hall Master Zhao Qing sneered incessantly at this suggestion from Young Gang Leader Zhang Shaolun.

Of course, he only dared to say this behind his back.

Just when Deputy Hall Master Zhao Qing was feeling irritable,

suddenly.

Da, da, da.

A sound suddenly rang out from the distance, and Deputy Hall Master Zhao Qing turned his head to look.

He saw a small dot approaching rapidly, getting closer and closer... Deputy Hall Master Zhao Qing could see it more and more clearly.

"Hmm? It looks like a person!"

"Tsk, this Lightfoot Skill is decent." Deputy Hall Master Zhao Qing sighed softly.

Suddenly.

He realized something abruptly—someone with good Lightfoot Skill?

Could it be...

Deputy Hall Master Zhao Qing was just about to make a move.

Clang!!

A crisp sound of a sword ringing had already sounded around him. When Deputy Hall Master Zhao Qing turned his head abruptly, he was instantly startled, a look of terror appearing on his face.

"Chen..."

Hum!!

Before Deputy Hall Master Zhao Qing could finish speaking, his head buzzed, and his head was instantly separated from his body.

Thump.

The warm head fell to the ground, making a dull sound.

"150 experience points!"

"50 experience points for a First-Rank Martial Artist. Without the aid of the mingxin pill... the cultivation efficiency has indeed dropped significantly." Chen Yichuan said softly with a calm expression.

Retracting the blood soul sword, Chen Yichuan didn't even look at Deputy Hall Master Zhao Qing.

With a movement of his feet, he instantly activated Treading Snow for a Thousand Miles and headed straight for the mountain behind.

As for the horse he had ridden not long ago, it had long since collapsed from exhaustion on the way, so Chen Yichuan had to use Treading Snow for a Thousand Miles.

It must be said that this Martial Arts Stance was extremely effective for traveling.

It took him only half an hour to travel from Hutou Mountain to Taoyuan Village.

Compared to riding a horse, the time was shortened by half.

Not long after Chen Yichuan's figure disappeared,

the next moment.

Another figure appeared from outside Taoyuan Village not far away.

"Was that Chen Yichuan just now? So young, yet full of killing intent... Judging by that aura, he seems to have reached the level of a Second-rank Martial Artist."

"Hiss, to be a Second-rank Martial Artist in just one month, he is truly worthy of being the person Master Luo favors."

"Such a genius must not be allowed to fall victim to a villain."

The person smiled faintly, holding a saber, and then disappeared from the spot.

Mountain behind, Herb Garden!!

Zuo Shan Diao was escorting Pharmacist Huang, whose mouth was gagged, and was about to move forward.

Bang!

Suddenly, his head bumped into a broad back. Just as he wanted to say something, he felt the aura emanating from that back.

Zuo Shan Diao's momentum immediately withered.

But when he looked up, wanting to see why they had stopped!!

Hum!!

As soon as Zuo Shan Diao looked up, his eyes moved slightly and he saw a man wearing a simple robe, holding a dark red long sword, walking over slowly with an expression of sky-high rage.

He rubbed his eyes, his face full of disbelief.

Looking up again, Zuo Shan Diao's pupils contracted sharply, as if he had seen a ghost, and he let go of Pharmacist Huang.

He shouted in terror: "Chen Yichuan!!"

"Young Master, he is Chen Yichuan!!"

Bang!!

Zuo Shan Diao's panicked identification did not bring Young Gang Leader Zhang Shaolun any relief; all there was, was a flick of a folding fan.

A burning pain came from his face.

"How many times have I said it!! Call me Young Gang Leader in front of outsiders!!" Young Gang Leader Zhang Shaolun's face darkened as he reprimanded him.

Immediately after, he cast his gaze onto Chen Yichuan.

Flicking his folding fan gently, he walked slowly to Chen Yichuan's front, and said with a playful face: "You are Chen Yichuan??"

"Tsk, merely a Second-rank Martial Artist. I don't know how Luo Cheng could have taken a fancy to a piece of trash like you!!"

Young Gang Leader Zhang Shaolun snorted coldly, then his gaze narrowed.

"Rest assured, I won't kill you. Where is Zhang Fan? Hand over the two Ultimate Martial Arts of the Zhang family."

"Even if you have Luo Cheng standing behind you, a mere Second-rank Martial Artist cannot lay a finger on Ultimate Martial Arts."

Young Gang Leader Zhang Shaolun said it lightly, completely unaware that Chen Yichuan's anger had already reached its peak.

Especially seeing Pharmacist Huang gagged and being pushed along.

On Chen Yichuan's angry face, there was no longer any trace of emotion; there was only coldness, ice-cold, like the expression of looking at a dead man.

"Who did this!!"

"Who was it!!!" Chen Yichuan shouted angrily.

However, no one responded.

There was only Young Gang Leader Zhang Shaolun's even more playful expression.

Closing his folding fan, Young Gang Leader Zhang Shaolun activated his Lightfoot Skill and charged toward Chen Yichuan: "Heh, since you won't listen... then I will take it myself!!"

Whoosh.

Young Gang Leader Zhang Shaolun's figure was very fast, and in an instant, afterimages closed in on Chen Yichuan!!!

Seeing this scene.

Chen Yichuan did not hesitate at all.

Clang!!

With a slight flick of his wrist and a swing of the sword, the three streaks of Flowing Cloud Sword Qi stored within the blood soul sword instantly broke through the air, fast as the wind, powerful as rolling clouds.

The sword qi was continuous, and within a ten-meter radius, it was filled with howling sword qi.

Hmm?

Young Gang Leader Zhang Shaolun, who had rushed to Chen Yichuan's front, saw his pupils contract sharply, his brain warning him frantically.

He wanted to escape, to defend.

But it was already too late; the three streaks of Flowing Cloud Sword Qi surrounded him instantly!!

Clang, clang, clang!!

Immediately after.

The three streaks of sword qi poured out crazily, and countless sword lights appeared on his body.

-154

-176

-4

Three scarlet damage numbers floated out from Young Gang Leader Zhang Shaolun's body, especially that last -4 damage.

It instantly made Chen Yichuan's heart sink.

Nothing else.

It was just that Young Gang Leader Zhang Shaolun, who was covered by the attacks of the three streaks of Flowing Cloud Sword Qi, now had all the clothes on his body shredded.

On his chest, however, was a light purple heart-protecting mirror.

Just one glance, and Chen Yichuan knew that it was this mirror that had saved Young Gang Leader Zhang Shaolun's life; otherwise, nearly four hundred damage would definitely have left Young Gang Leader Zhang Shaolun dead or severely injured. (Martial Artists have their own defense and armor)

Seeing this scene.

Chen Yichuan did not hesitate, frantically mobilizing the internal Gang Qi in his body and pouring it into the blood soul sword.

Hum, hum, hum.

The massive sword qi made the blood soul sword almost collapse, unable to bear it.

After 5 seconds.

The blood soul sword finally could not bear such massive Gang Qi.

Bang!!

A crisp snapping sound suddenly rang out, and at the same time... consuming 50% of his Gang Qi, the Flowing Cloud Sword Qi, condensed into the strongest strike, slashed towards Young Gang Leader Zhang Shaolun at the last moment.

Chen Yichuan smiled coldly: "An 1800-damage attack, let's see how you block it!!"

Hum, hum, hum.

As the Flowing Cloud Sword Qi drew closer and closer.

The unease in Young Gang Leader Zhang Shaolun's heart grew heavier and heavier. Ignoring his pride, he had to shout loudly: "Uncle Li, make your move, block this strike for me!!"

Hmm?

Hearing this, Chen Yichuan's heart sank.

Just at this moment.

The Flowing Cloud Sword Qi, which was about to reach Young Gang Leader Zhang Shaolun,

with a hum, suddenly exploded.

In an instant, it was neutralized without a trace by a pale blue 'Qi', as if it had never appeared at all.

The 1800-damage Flowing Cloud Sword Qi was just gone like that.