Duan Zhengchun transmigrates to Yin Zhiping

"Lin Zhiyuan! Immediately lead everyone to retreat towards Muye Wasteland City!"

"Senior Brother Cui, lead the men to cover the rear!"

"Everyone, be ready to fight at any time!"

Seeing the enemy swarming in, Duan Zhengchun, standing on the treetop, waved his hand, giving orders as he leaped into the air and soared towards the direction from which the enemy was attacking!

At the same time, Lin Zhiyuan immediately led his team to set off, while Cui Zhifang hastily selected ten disciples to follow at a distance behind the team, defending as they retreated.

Watching Duan Zhengchun charge towards the enemy alone without hesitation, Cui Zhifang's eyes were filled with admiration and emotion.

As another wave of arrows rained down, Duan Zhengchun, still in mid-air, unleashed more than a dozen moves of the Dugu Nine Swords!

The whistling arrows suddenly changed direction and shot towards the swarming enemies!

This time, the Vajra Sect sent almost two hundred people!

Screams rang out as enemies struck by their own arrows fell headlong off their horses!

Holding a broken sword, Duan Zhengchun charged into the enemy ranks like lightning, instantly throwing them into disarray!

Alone with his sword, he weaves through the enemy ranks, each strike resulting in a bloody massacre.

His Innate Skill had already broken through to the seventh level, and with the added blessing of the Yi Jin Jing, his swordsmanship had reached a new level! He was virtually unstoppable!

After an unknown amount of time, Duan Zhengchun finally had a chance to stop and catch his breath.

The long battle had left him drenched in sweat, which, mixed with the blood splattered on his face, made him look ferocious and terrifying.

Seeing the enemy corpses scattered all over the ground, Duan Zhengchun didn't have time to linger. He immediately blew his whistle and quickly turned around to head back in the direction where the troops had retreated.

Just now, when he made his move, due to the large number of enemies, some of them took advantage of his unpreparedness and chased after him towards the direction of Muye Wilderness City!

As the whistle fell, the white horse that had been galloping around with him neighed and charged over, its mane billowing in the wind!

"drive!"

Duan Zhengchun leaped onto the horse's back, lightly tapped the horse's rump with his broken sword, and shouted.

Immediately afterwards, the white horse transformed into an arrow released from a bow and galloped away.

After a long while, Duan Zhengchun finally caught up with Cui Zhifang, who was in charge of covering the rear!

Just as the enemy was about to catch up with the group, Cui Zhifang decisively led his men to stop them. Although they were slightly outnumbered, they fought to the death and held on!

At this moment, he was leading seven disciples to stand in front of ten enemies!

Although three more disciples died in battle, they successfully bought time for the team to retreat and also killed several enemies on the other side!

Upon hearing the sudden sound of hooves and neighing, Cui Zhifang, whose left arm was injured, was immediately intrigued and looked excitedly behind the enemy.

Then, Duan Zhengchun, riding a white horse and holding a broken sword, came galloping towards them!

The enemy also heard the sound of hooves and almost simultaneously turned to look behind them. When they recognized the broken sword in Duan Zhengchun's hand, everyone immediately turned pale and then, as if they had planned it together, quickly retreated!

They had witnessed the power of that broken sword. If the main force were still there, they might have dared to fight, but at this moment they only thought about escaping alive!

However, Duan Zhengchun had no intention of giving them a chance!

With a clang of a sword, Duan Zhengchun on his white horse darted out like lightning, instantly closing in and piercing a man's chest with his sword!

Immediately afterward, with a spray of blood, Duan Zhengchun, sword in hand, charged toward the next enemy! His movements were so swift, it was as if he were a ghost!

In the blink of an eye, only one of the ten enemies remained; the rest had all died under Duan Zhengchun's sword!

Duan Zhengchun never showed mercy to his enemies!

Just as the man was about to escape into the nearby forest, Duan Zhengchun followed closely behind, catching up in the blink of an eye. He stabbed the man in the shoulder blade with his sword, pinning him directly to a tree!

"what!"

A painful and desperate scream echoed through the mountains and forests.

Duan Zhengchun slowly approached, reached out and grasped the hilt of the sword, and drew it directly.

As a stream of blood gushed out in a fan shape, the man knelt on the ground in agony. He then turned around in a panic, looking at Duan Zhengchun standing in front of him with eyes full of endless fear!

He tried to escape, but before he could move back even a few steps, he was already stuck against the tree trunk, with nowhere to retreat.

He dared not change direction or seek another way out, because he dared not take his eyes off Duan Zhengchun, for fear that if he lost his focus for even a moment, he would be killed by a sword!

"What is the relationship between the Vajrayana sect and Mongolia?!"

Duan Zhengchun looked down at the man and asked, word by word.

Upon hearing Duan Zhengchun's words, the man visibly trembled, and behind the fear in his eyes, a hint of shock flashed.

Seeing the man's expression, Duan Zhengchun instantly knew the answer he wanted!

Indeed, the Vajrayana sect and Mongolia have a close relationship!

Without another word, he sneered and swung his broken sword, severing the man's throat!

The reason he asked that question earlier was because he had finally remembered why the dungeon where Liu and Sun were imprisoned looked so familiar!

That's because he had seen it in the mansion of a high-ranking Mongol official in the capital of Dali! It was built by the Vajrayana sect!

One is the Mongol Empire, which destroyed the Dali Kingdom and oppressed the people of Dali; the other is the Western Regions Esoteric Sect, which attacked the sect and slaughtered the westward-bound group along the way!

They have now formed an irreconcilable deep-seated hatred with him!

Since they've colluded, things are much easier now. The Vajra Sect will definitely appear in the Central Plains someday, and when that happens, he'll return everything to them, past and present!

Duan Zhengchun sheathed his broken sword, turned around and approached Cui Zhifang and the others, and asked in a deep voice, "Are the others alright? Have no enemies caught up with them?"

"Hmm... Ah?... "

"Oh, no, please rest assured, Junior Brother Yin. We have stopped all the pursuing enemies. Senior Uncle and the others are safe!"

A bewildered Cui Zhifang hesitated for a moment before snapping out of his shock and hurriedly offered a frantic explanation.

He was stunned by the scenes of Duan Zhengchun killing people. He had seen Duan Zhengchun fight and knew that Duan Zhengchun's martial arts were far superior to his senior brother's!

What he didn't expect was that Duan Zhengchun's skills were already even more formidable than they had been a few days ago! What kind of training speed was this?!

"Then let's not stand there any longer, let's set off immediately."

Duan Zhengchun casually uttered a sentence, then whistled again to summon the white horse, mounted it, and galloped away.

Cui Zhifang gave a blank reply and immediately led the remaining seven disciples to the nearby woods to fetch their horses, and quickly gave chase.

Half an hour later, Duan Zhengchun finally caught up with the group with Cui Zhifang and the others, but they saw from afar that the group was surrounded by more than a dozen swordsmen in blue robes wielding long swords.

"Junior Brother Yin, something's happened!"

Cui Zhifang looked surprised and quickly offered a reminder.

Duan Zhengchun narrowed his eyes slightly and quickened his pace, but he had already realized that the group of people were not from the Vajra Sect.

"Who are you people?! Why are you blocking our way?!"

Liu Chuxuan stood in front of the carriage, staring expressionlessly at the dozen or so swordsmen in blue robes who suddenly rushed out of the woods, and loudly questioned them.

A man in blue robes stepped forward slowly and said coldly, "From the Central Plains?! I'd like to ask you which faction you belong to?! Why have you trespassed into the territory of my Kunlun Sect?!"

Upon hearing this, Liu Chuxuan looked surprised. After frowning, he clasped his hands in a salute and said, "So you are all from the Kunlun Sect. I am one of the Seven Masters of Quanzhen Sect in the Central Plains, and my Daoist name is Changshengzi!"

“We did not intend to trespass into your territory. We were fleeing from our enemies, which is why we did not take the main road and mistakenly entered this mountain path. We hope your sect will be lenient and we will leave now.”

The man in blue looked at Liu Chuxuan with suspicion and said coldly, "The Quanzhen Sect of the Central Plains? How can you prove it? If you can't prove it, then you'll have to come with us."

Upon hearing this, Liu Chuxuan's face showed displeasure, and he raised his voice, "Why?! We only intruded by accident and had no malicious intent! Do you intend to attack us?!"

He was one of the Seven Masters of Quanzhen, and the other party was just a lowly disciple of the Kunlun Sect. How could he tolerate such rudeness towards him?

Upon hearing this, Zhao Zhijing and the others had already drawn their swords!

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