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The moonlight scattered lightly like water, and within the dream-like illusion stood a thin and beautiful figure. She wore black clothes and her hair was like a waterfall, seeming to merge into the darkness.

Lowering his head to look at the Life Bones in his arms, he thought of Mo Xuanwu's warning. Jiang Shuo's heart thumped, and he decided to escape.

Suddenly, the other turned his head and looked in Jiang Shuo's direction. On her snow-like neck was a cut jaw, the bridge of her nose was long and straight like a knife. Her eyes were like clear water that could be seen to the bottom, without any impurities.

His eyes sheared water, Jiang Shuo was completely sunk in the middle. Their gazes met, and it seemed as if a thunderclap rang out above their heads. He was completely dumbstruck. His transcendent demeanor was definitely not that of a mortal.

"Jiang Shuo, Jiang Shuo?" Jiang Shuo's thoughts seemed to stop, and he began daydreaming. Suddenly, he heard a light call in his ear, and he immediately woke up. He blinked and subconsciously looked ahead. The girl in black had long since disappeared from his sight. He felt an inexplicable sense of loss and frustration. After organizing his thoughts, he noticed that Liu Ruyan had appeared in front of him without him knowing. He hurriedly asked, "Miss Liu, why have you come?"

"By the time Master finished off Hua Yi and the others, Gu Ming was already gone, so he sent us to split up and search for him." Sensing the strangeness in Jiang Shuo's expression, Liu Ruyan looked in his direction curiously, and immediately saw Gu Ming's corpse. She was surprised, her lips parted in disbelief. "Jiang Shuo, you were the one who killed him?"

Although Jiang Shuo had had a glorious record, but how could the likes of Chen Xian be compared to Gu Ming? But from the bottom of her heart, she somehow felt that this matter had a certain possibility, as if it was normal for miracles to happen to Jiang Shuo.

"No." Jiang Shuo shook his head and replied honestly.

Liu Ruyan let out a sigh of relief, thinking that she had been in a panic for a while. She had actually asked the same question, "Then who killed him?"

Jiang Shuo replied, "I only know that it was a woman who killed Gu Ming, I don't know anything else."

"Woman?" Liu Ruyan frowned and thought for a while, but she couldn't think of a girl who could defeat Gu Ming in the elm forest. "No matter what, those who can kill Gu Ming are all fierce people." He had to be careful before deciding whether he was a friend or foe. "Jiang Shuo, you were so close, but you haven't been discovered yet, right?"

After this question, Jiang Shuo recalled the last fresh look in her eyes and thought for a moment. "She should know I was here, but she didn't attack me."

Liu Ruyan was confused, but then she thought better of it. Since Gu Ming was not a friend, he was still on her side, so letting Jiang Shuo go was normal. She walked to the corpse's side. There was a fatal wound on its throat — a sword wound. The wound was very neat and tidy. Even though the skin on his throat was very thin, there was not even a little bit of flesh. This showed how fast and stable his sword technique was.

"What a powerful sword move. As far as I know, there isn't such a sword expert in this area. Moreover, it's a woman." Liu Ruyan could not guess where he had come from, so she ordered the Dream Red Tower disciples that came with her to bring him back.

Just as he walked halfway, he met a group of people fighting. Taking a closer look, it was his Grand Uncle's victory. He was leading the Savage Army of the Raging Blade Sect, defending them from Feng En's encirclement. Madam Meng, Liu Ruyan, and a troop of Dream Red Tower's experts all sent out to kill Gu Ming. Although Feng En's kung fu was better than his great-uncle's, he was still unable to kill his opponent even if he tried his best. Moreover, there were also a large number of Raging Blade Sect disciples who had smelled the danger of the annihilation of their sect. This made the already short number of Dream Red Chamber disciples even more stretched.

Great Uncle took the lead and led the group of disciples to charge out. Vonn was one step ahead of them, blocking their path and delaying their advance. The Dream Red Chamber's elites followed closely behind, surrounding and annihilating the lone enemies. Great Uncle knew that he was no match for Feng En, but he was also smart. Every time he would feint for a few moves, he would change his direction and break out of the encirclement. After this incident, the Raging Blade Sect could no longer establish themselves in the elm forest. As long as they could escape from Feng En's pursuit, escaping to any place would be of no difference to them. After all, Feng En was only one person, and he was too tired from running, so he had been constantly broken through by Feng En.

At this time, Grand Uncle's eyes turned red, and a hint of madness could be seen on his face. With both hands on his saber, he slashed at the top of Feng En's head. Feng En, who had the upper hand, naturally wouldn't choose to fight the enemy head on. He took a few steps back, evading the incoming attacks. Great Uncle had attacked ferociously a few times, creating some distance between him and Feng En. He then turned around and charged in the other direction. He had just taken two steps when he suddenly raised his head in the middle of a battle. He saw a group of people rushing towards him. The person leading them was Liu Ruyan. He couldn't help but feel his heart sink.

"Come forward and help!" Liu Ruyan gave the order, and with her leading the army, they immediately joined the battle.

Grand Uncle's original intention was to take advantage of the absence of Liu Ruyan and Madam Meng to force his way out. Originally, it was as if they were walking on a beach. Their movements were slow, but they were able to move their feet in the end. After Liu Ruyan joined them, it was as if they were stuck in a swamp, unable to move at all. As Feng En led his team to slowly wipe out their lives' worth of strength, he was destroying their psychological defenses one step at a time. Many Raging Blade Sect disciples had expressions of defeat, and their expressions were dejected as they faced the danger of collapse.

"Master, if this continues, we will be exhausted to death by them sooner or later!" Shi Gangwei's entire body was drenched in blood. He rushed all the way to Great Uncle Sheng's side and said with a serious expression.

"Don't worry, I notified senior brother when we were about to arrive. He's definitely on his way now." Persisting for a moment longer, as long as we can reunite with him, we will definitely have a chance. " Facing the encirclement and annihilation of Dream Red Tower's luxurious lineup, even if Wenren Wu-shuang rushed over, they might not necessarily win, but at least they had a sliver of hope. As the head of a sect, if he panicked, then the Raging Blade Sect would be finished. When he said this, he purposely raised his voice for the disciples under his command to stabilize their morale.

"Heh, naive, you guys don't have to wait, Wenren Qiang won't come!" Feng En said coldly.

Great Uncle's heart skipped a beat, his face became gloomy, and he said disdainfully: "You think I would believe your words? Even though I am in dire straits, I am not at the stage where I would be frightened to death. "

The implied meaning was that Feng En was trying to deceive him in order to make his heart collapse and his mind waver.

"Such a big commotion in the secret location, other than me, the Hundred Flowers Sect didn't see any other disciples. What do you think my two Junior Brothers are doing?" Feng En's gaze was slightly mocking as he asked.

Like a clap of thunder falling from the sky, it accurately struck the brain of Grand Uncle Sheng. Grand Uncle Sheng's tight defense was blown away with a loud bang, and the buzzing in his head and the ringing in his ears rang out unceasingly. Grand Uncle's feet staggered as his eyes glazed over for a moment. Then, with a fierce look of anger, he shouted, "You're lying!"

"You know better than anyone whether it is nonsense or not. Stop lying to yourself!" Feng En looked straight into the Grand Uncle's eyes, as if he was looking into his soul. Words rang out like the morning bell, striking at the bottom of his heart.

Grand Uncle seemed to have been struck by lightning as he stood dumbly on the spot. At this moment, the time that he and Wenren Qiang had agreed upon was long past. There must be a reason for Wenren Qiang's delay in coming here. Furthermore, even if Wenren Wu-Shuang had forced herself to come, as long as Madam Meng came back, they would not be able to escape. There was no need for Feng En to lie at all.

"Shut up!" With a loud shout, the Great Uncle's face contorted as he swung his broadsword at Feng En. Deep in his heart, how could he not know that what Feng En said was the truth? It was not that they did not believe him, but they could not believe him--if they did, it would mean that the Raging Blade Sect had truly been annihilated.

Feng En took two steps back and was about to block the attack, but unexpectedly, Tai Shu Sheng did not change his direction and actually attacked again. Feng En's eyebrows slightly raised. He knew that the other party wanted to fight to the death, but was not in a rush. Instead, he was fighting steadily. His strength had always been weaker than his great-uncle's. Now that he focused on defense, no matter how fierce his Great Uncle's saber art was, it was unable to break through his defense line. Grand Uncle had been unable to win in a long time, and he became increasingly impatient. His moves gradually became unbalanced, his attacks were more than enough, and his defenses were insufficient. Feng En was aiming for an opening. Once Hu Jia launched her Eighteen Strikes, countless attacks fell on her body. Grand Uncle was sent flying backwards, blood trickling from his mouth. He was already wounded. He glared fiercely at Feng En and exhaled a mouthful of impure air. He didn't even bother to wipe the blood from his mouth and was about to charge forward again.

"Enough." Feng En shouted loudly, stopping his royal uncle from taking action. "Look around you!"

Great Uncle Sheng abruptly stopped in his tracks, a trace of doubt flashing across his murky, bloodshot eyes. He suddenly felt that his surroundings had become quiet. He turned his head mechanically, and when he looked around, his pupils constricted.

It wasn't known when, but all the Raging Blade Sect disciples, including Shi Gangwei, put down the weapons in their hands and gave up resisting. They stood around, staring at the Grand Uncle's victory with pitiful eyes.

"Master, the momentum is gone …" Shi Gangwei couldn't help but open his mouth. Before he could even finish, Grand Uncle was enraged as he berated, "You rebellious disciple, the Raging Blade Sect painstakingly cultivated you, is this how you repay them?!"

As he spoke, he slashed out with his saber, aiming to clean up the mess. Before he could even rush forward, two colorful ribbons shot out, causing Grand Uncle to be pushed back.

Grand Uncle was rolling on the ground twice, his hair was loose and stained with dirt, and he looked like a beggar.

He sat on the ground and looked around. Those disciples who respected him did not move at all. They silently watched everything as if they were looking at a madman.

"Ha, ha, ha …" I never thought that my Raging Blade Sect would fall to such a state … " Grand Uncle raised his face to the sky and laughed at himself, feeling a chill in his heart. "Destiny, this is destiny …"

After he finished speaking, he grabbed the large blade beside him and slashed at his neck.

The saber passed through blood, the Grand Uncle's body fell to the ground, the Patriarch of the Raging Blade Sect had fallen today.