Immortality begins with the Swordsman.

Chapter 36 Covering the Rear

under night.

Gu Changfeng stood tall and straight on the official road, holding the Qingming Sword in one hand and a Bodhi bracelet in the other. Moonlight shone on him, casting a long shadow that conveyed a sense of loneliness and coldness.

His gaze was deep and unfathomable, like an abyss, as he stared silently ahead.

Ahead, Ji Wumian, Luo Nanqing, and more than ten men in black stood ready, exuding a chilling killing intent.

Further away, the flames stretched like a long, winding dragon, and a group of over a thousand people were rapidly approaching, their footsteps thundering and shaking the earth, as if they were rolling in like a landslide.

"Gu Changfeng." Ji Wumian slowly walked out.

As he walked, he licked the bloody gash on his arm inflicted by Ouyang Qingzhao, his eyes filled with malice: "You think you can stop us, you call yourself a greenhorn?"

"I want to give it a try," Gu Changfeng said calmly.

"Hmph, what a big mouth you have. Aren't you afraid of biting off more than you can chew?"

A man in black in the crowd couldn't help but speak up and mock.

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly leaped out, over Ji Wumian, and his long sword, like a venomous snake spitting its tongue, flashed with a sharp, cold light as he attacked Gu Changfeng.

"Good timing."

Gu Changfeng dared not underestimate his opponent. His face immediately turned purple, and he thrust his sword forward.

Just as the two were about to clash, Gu Changfeng's figure suddenly blurred, and in the eyes of the man in black, two afterimages appeared so quickly that it seemed as if two Gu Changfengs were simultaneously wielding their swords and thrusting forward.

"What kind of movement technique is that?"

During the chaotic battle, Ji Wumian and the others did not pay much attention to Gu Changfeng, only knowing that he had killed several people and that his skills were not to be underestimated.

Upon closer inspection, they were immediately taken aback; the movement technique was so unpredictable and bizarre.

The man in black was already unable to defend himself and before he could react, he was stabbed to death by Gu Changfeng's sword.

"You're not using Huashan martial arts," one of them said.

"The martial arts of Mount Hua have a long history and profound depth; how could you vermin from the gutter possibly know them?"

Gu Changfeng swung his longsword, flicked off the bloodstains, looked at everyone, and spoke calmly.

"Who's next...? Or should we all come at once?"

"Why would we need to join forces to kill you?"

Ji Wumian stepped forward with a cold smile, a sinister glint in his eyes. "Perfect, now that Ouyang Qingzhao isn't bothering us, I'll have some fun with you."

Gu Changfeng narrowed his eyes slightly, his mind instantly on alert.

This person's swordsmanship was fierce and ruthless, which is why he was able to fight Ouyang Qingzhao for many moves without being at a disadvantage. His strength is by no means ordinary.

Moreover, the two already had a blood feud over the killing of their disciple, and were destined to be enemies to the death.

Suddenly, Gu Changfeng spoke with a half-smile: "I have a question, and I wonder if Mr. Baiban would be willing to enlighten me?"

"Mr. Whiteboard?"

This was the first time Ji Wumian had heard someone address him like that, and he was slightly taken aback before asking, "Is there a question?"

Gu Changfeng's lips curled into a mocking smile as he said, "I'd like to ask, does Mr. Whiteboard have a brother named Red Center?"

"You're asking for it."

Ji Wumian immediately understood that Gu Changfeng was teasing him and buying time to give Ouyang Qingzhao and the others more time to escape.

Overwhelmed by rage, he roared and drew his sword, slashing fiercely at Gu Changfeng. The wind from the blade howled as if it would tear the air apart.

Gu Changfeng's expression turned solemn, purple energy suddenly arose, and his sword aura was as imposing as a mountain, transforming into a streak of cold light that pierced through the air.

when!!!

Swords clashed, sparks flew.

Gu Changfeng frowned and swiftly thrust his sword three times. All three sword strikes were killing moves from the "Cave Sword" technique, as fast as lightning and as elusive as a snake, making them impossible to defend against.

Having spent many years in the martial world, Ji Wumian was experienced and shrewd. Facing Gu Changfeng's fierce offensive, he swept his sword horizontally, unleashing a ruthless move that focused solely on offense, with the blade as sharp as frost and carrying an indomitable momentum.

If Gu Changfeng does not return his sword to defend, the two will surely perish together, a tragic end.

"snort!"

Gu Changfeng instantly guessed his intention and thought to himself, "How ruthless!" But he could only helplessly sheathe his sword and retreat to avoid this fatal blow.

In that brief moment of retreat...

Ji Wumian, like a mad dog that has smelled meat, lunged forward, slashing one after another, each slash more ruthless than the last, his swordplay domineering and fierce, making it difficult to resist.

"The Blank-Slate Killer truly lives up to its name."

Gu Changfeng sighed inwardly, knowing that continuing the fight would inevitably lead to defeat.

The thought arose, and his figure suddenly swayed, retreating abruptly like a shadow in the night wind, disappearing into the vast twilight in the blink of an eye, drifting away.

"That's fast."

Ji Wumian stood there, staring in the direction where Gu Changfeng had disappeared, his eyes filled with intense killing intent.

—If this child is not eliminated, he will surely become a great threat.

……

……

call out--!

Gu Changfeng raced eastward along the official road, his movements incredibly fast, like a bolt of lightning piercing the night sky.

After traveling only two miles, the official road suddenly narrowed, with steep mountains and jagged rocks on both sides, making it a daunting sight.

This terrain.

It possesses the imposing presence of a single man holding the pass against ten thousand.

"No wonder Uncle Ouyang said this place is advantageous to us..."

If Ouyang Qingzhao hadn't been injured, Gu Changfeng was confident that he could use this advantageous terrain to firmly hold off the enemy here...

Unfortunately, without the grandmaster Ouyang Qingzhao, none of them could match the Whiteboard Demon Star.

This advantageous location offers no opportunity to utilize one's abilities.

Suddenly.

A night breeze blew in, making Gu Changfeng's long hair flutter and her clothes rustle.

"This wind...this direction..."

Suddenly, a brilliant idea flashed into Gu Changfeng's mind.

If used properly, this plan could not only turn the tide and escape the current predicament, but also potentially annihilate all the enemies, ensuring they never return.

—A gentle, melancholy breeze!

Just as Gu Changfeng was about to take out the "Sad Breeze" and use the wind to poison the enemy behind him.

Suddenly, a playful laugh came from the wind.

He was startled and looked up.

The mountain road ahead was slightly curved, and the firelight flickered in and out, like a ghostly apparition.

He walked quickly forward and found a group of Huashan disciples gathered together. They had not fled far, but instead were huddled together, chatting and laughing.

"Why aren't you leaving? The enemy is on their way!"

He strode forward, his brow furrowed, and demanded an explanation.

however--

The crowd stared at him with mocking smiles and strange expressions.

"you……"

Before he could finish speaking, the crowd quietly dispersed.

Then they saw Ouyang Qingzhao sitting on a large rock drinking. He looked relaxed and content, and a woman in black was drinking with him beside him.

Looking at his radiant and composed demeanor, there was no trace of the severe injury and blood spitting out he had just suffered.

What's going on?

Gu Changfeng was startled, his eyes trembled slightly, and he blinked, but his mind was already in chaos, as if he had been suddenly hit by a blunt object.

At this moment, the woman in black turned around, holding a wine pot in her hand. She tilted her head back and took a sip, speaking with a nonchalant tone.

"Hi, Xiao Changfeng, long time no see."