Chapter 244 - 219: Yanluo Fragment_1

Lu Yan’s mind spun rapidly, weighing up the pros and cons.

He didn’t understand the martial arts inscribed in that jade book at all. Keeping it had no value whatsoever.

Furthermore, looking at the situation, it seemed clear that the other party wouldn’t stop until it achieved its goal. It was pointless to try and bluff them.

It was not worth to offend the Yan Clan, a feudal household of honorable rank over a scroll of martial arts that was unpracticable.

"I remember now, after I injured that martial spirit, it did leave behind a parcel. There was an iron box inside. Take a look, see if it’s this," Lu Yan suggested.

He untied the cloth bag, pulled out the iron box, and with a flick of his hand, sent the box flying towards the opposing party.

The middle-aged man caught the iron box. Upon opening it, a smile appeared on his face.

"Brother..." he started.

The middle-aged man smiled, his eyes, however, flashed with a cold murderous intent as he reached for the hilt of his knife.

Whoosh!

An arrow, like a shooting star, launched towards the Purple Wing Blood Peng.

"You..."

The middle-aged man and the young man were furious, both taken by surprise by Lu Yan’s sudden attack.

The middle-aged man reacted quickly. He drew his sword from its sheath, and with his internal strength surging, the blade flashed brightly, repelling the incoming arrow.

But then, several more arrows came flying in.

Each arrow was aimed directly at the Purple Wing Blood Peng.

Upon the Blood Slaughter, Lu Yan’s face remained indifferent.

He had not originally intended to attack.

But his high state of alertness led him to observe their every move, every expression, and every look.

When he returned the iron box to them, the young man’s murderous intent towards him did not decrease slightly, but instead, intensified.

And the middle-aged man, despite his smiling face, had muscles subtly bulging with pent-up power, and his hand gripping the knife hilt was clearly a sign of imminent assault.

Lu Yan quickly deduced that they had no intention of letting him go.

Even if he returned the jade book to them, it would have made no difference.

They might think that he had read the jade book and planned to kill him to silence him.

In that case, Lu Yan had nothing to lose. The best defense was a good offense.

The bowstring vibrated, and in an instant, he shot out nine arrows in a row.

Although the middle-aged man responded quickly enough and his sword strike was swift, he was only able to deflect eight of the arrows.

The ninth struck the Purple Wing Blood Peng’s head.

The Purple Wing Blood Peng, even with its cultivation level of a second-rank master, was not comparable to Lu Yan.

Its head exploded from the arrow.

Its massive body plummeted rapidly downwards. The young man and the middle-aged man were unable to maintain their balance and started to fall as well.

"Fifth uncle, save me," the terrified young man cried out.

"Hold on to the corpse of the Blood Peng," he instructed.

The middle-aged man reached out and grabbed the young man, pulling him over and forcing him to hold onto the corpse of the Purple Wing Blood Peng.

Then, the middle-aged man quickly took off his long robe, gripped it firmly in his hand, and inflating it with his inner strength. It bloomed like a parachute, greatly slowing down his descent.

Boom!

The corpse of the Purple Wing Blood Peng landed heavily, creating a large pit on the ground, and the young man, face pale, spat out a large mouthful of blood as he lay on the corpse of the Peng.

Having fallen from a height of a thousand meters, even though the Peng’s corpse cushioned their fall, the young man had still sustained serious injuries.

The middle-aged man slowly descended.

Looking up at the sky at the now far-off figure of Blood Slaughter and Lu Yan, his eyes flashed a cold, knife-like murderous intent.

Whoosh!

He lit a signal flare arrow, and shot it high into the sky, where it burst.

"Fi... Fifth uncle, be sure to kill that brat," pleaded the pale-faced young man, full of hate.

He was almost killed earlier and it was all thanks to that stranger.

"Rest assured. He has seen the Yanluo fragment and killed the Yan Clan’s flying alien beast. We can’t let him live," the middle-aged man reassured.

"You rest here and heal. I will personally take his life."

Having said that, the middle-aged man’s figure flashed, disappeared from that place and started chasing in the direction where the Blood Slaughter had flown.

At full strength, the Blood Slaughter made a desperate flight, reaching its peak speed than ever before.

However, not too long after, a shadow appeared from the front, rushing towards them quickly.

It was another flying alien beast, which looked like a crane, but with blood-red feathers. It could only be described as a Blood Crane.

On the back of the Blood Crane stood two figures, an old man and a burly brute, both holding war bows and aiming at the Blood Slaughter.

Immediately, the Blood Slaughter switched direction, but the Blood Crane was in hot pursuit. Although it was not as fast as the previous Purple Wing Blood Peng, it was no less than the Blood Slaughter.

Before they could flew far, another avian beast appeared from the front, chasing towards the Blood Slaughter.

In response, the Blood Slaughter had to change its course once again.

But soon afterward, a third avian beast appeared from the front.

Now sandwiched on three sides, they were cornered.

Lu Yan drew his bow and fired arrows continuously at the beast in front of him, hoping to kill their beast.

However, the two senior archers on the beasts were extremely powerful, all were grandmasters and of high-rank. They retaliated with their own arrows, warding off Lu Yan’s.

Simultaneously, the two avian beasts from the left rear and the right rear were rapidly closing in.

The riders on those beasts were also armed with bows, all targeting the Blood Slaughter.

Lu Yan unleashed a flurry of arrows but they were all blocked by the enemy’s counterattack.

In the realm of master level, even high-level archery martial arts gradually start to lose their advantage.

A veteran grandmaster, especially one who has reached the second or third rank, can with time cultivate a first-line archery skill to the peak of perfection or even to the level of transcendence quite easily.

If one has sufficient talent, they can even cultivate it to the unity of man and martial arts within a few dozens of years.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

From the rear, arrows came flying, aimed at Blood Slaughter’s head and wings.

Lu Yan retaliated with his arrows.

However, there were three avian beasts and a total of six archers firing. Lu Yan couldn’t possibly block all of them. He was forced to draw his sword and create a screen of sword light to deflect the arrows.

"Blood Slaughter, go forward, rush with all your might."

Lu Yan commanded Blood Slaughter.

Blood Slaughter let out a few screams of protest.

Wasn’t rushing forward equivalent to seeking death?

"Being surrounded is a one-way street to death, rushing forward, I can save you, hurry."

Lu Yan coldly barked.

With no other options, Blood Slaughter could only flap his wings desperately and head forward.

Ahead, upon the flying alien beasts, two experts of the Yan Clan continually shot out arrows.

Lu Yan pushed his inner strength, slashing out a knife screen, and sent the arrows flying.

Both sides were rapidly closing the distance.

The moment the distance between them reduced to a hundred meters, Lu Yan took a leap forward towards the opposition, hurtling sideways.

The unity of man and martial arts, piercing through the sky.

The sword light aimed straight for the skull of the enemy’s flying beast.

The expressions of the two Yan Clan experts changed dramatically.

At such a close distance, it was too late to aim with their bows and arrows.

"I’ll hold him back."

One of the burly elders, holding a longsword, also leaped out, sweeping his sword towards Lu Yan.

Clang!

Upon sword colliding with his knife, the robust elder’s face changed—they flew back several hundred meters like a cannonball, crashing towards the ground.

While Lu Yan’s momentum was slightly hindered, he continued to lunge towards the opposite side.

Splur!

A flash of sword light, and the skull of the flying beast was chopped off.

Then Lu Yan reached out his hand to grab the feather of the flying beast. With a strong pull, he leaped onto the back of the beast.

As soon as he got there, a sword light, like lightning, was aimed at Lu Yan’s neck.

The sword qi roared, searing hot.

It was another expert of the Yan Clan, this person was a third-level Master. Regarded as one of the top experts in Lingdong’s six regions,

But in front of Lu Yan now, they stood no chance.

Lu Yan’s left palm, covered with dark golden scales, reached forward and grabbed the opposition’s war sword, and his right hand swung the knife out.

Splur!

A head flew tens of meters away.

A third-level martial arts master, instantaneously killed by Lu Yan’s move.

This was the gap between a martial cultivator and a martial spirit.

If it had been a third-level martial spirit, Lu Yan would have had to take a lot of effort. It wouldn’t have been so easy.

With one foot, he kicked the opposition’s body away, following the body of the flying beast, he rapidly descended.

Blood Slaughter flapped his wings, wanting to rescue Lu Yan.

"You ought to escape quickly. They’re after me, they won’t chase you."

Lu Yan spoke to Blood Slaughter.

Blood Slaughter let out a couple of cries and flew quickly ahead.

As Lu Yan plummeted with the corpse of the flying beast, the moment the distance to the ground was around a hundred meters, he powerfully stamped on the corpse of the flying beast, propelling himself up, this greatly buffered his descent, before then landing on the ground.

The two flying alien creatures behind him, as expected, gave up on Blood Slaughter, they rushed towards Lu Yan, a few arrows ripping through the night sky, aiming for Lu Yan’s vitals.

Lu Yan swung his sword, spreading out multiple layers of knife screen around his body, which sent all the arrows flying.

Thud!

Lu Yan landed on the ground, both feet sinking into the rocks.

With a jolt of inner strength, the rocks splashed out, Lu Yan quickly rushing towards the forest up ahead.

The two flying alien beasts, pursuing from up above, continually let loose a rain of arrows.

"This won’t do, no matter how fast I am, I can’t outrun these flying creatures. I must shake off some of the flying creatures."

Lu Yan hastily pondered, considering his strategies.

Very quickly, Lu Yan had a plan.

He quickly sprinted, then dashed into a pile of rocks.

Using the cover of the rocks, he was able to successfully hide his figure.

From above, two flying creatures circled, simultaneously launching noise arrows.

"He is hiding among the rocks, should we go down and surround him?"

One person suggested.

"This man is a formidable fighter, surely a fourth-level Master. Even if we joined forces, we might not be his match. It’s better to wait for others before we set out to kill him together."

"That’s right, this man is cunning, it’s best to be careful."

Just then, a figure suddenly burst out from the rocks, quickly rushing into the distance.

"Chase."

The two flying creatures, followed in hot pursuit.

Not long after the two flying creatures had left, yet another figure emerged from the rocks.

It turned out to be Lu Yan.

The person from before was nothing but one of Lu Yan’s avatars.

Lu Yan concealed his breath and proceeded in another direction. Very quickly, he felt that the distance between him and his avatar was almost ten miles.

If the distance exceeded ten miles, the avatar would no longer be under his control and would stand unmoving like a puppet, so without hesitation, Lu Yan commanded the avatar to self-destruct.

Lu Yan moved between the trees and bushes, swiftly covering over thirty miles within a moment.

It was then that Lu Yan suddenly stopped.

Because, a robust figure appeared ahead, blocking the pathway.

This was a youth in his thirties, over two meters tall and donned in a fiery red robe. With a head of red hair loosely sprawled over his shoulders, he appeared as though he was engulfed in flames.

"You’re very cunning, deceiving so many of my Yan Clan, but no matter what, you cannot escape from the palm of my hands."

The youth spoke coldly, striding towards Lu Yan. His entire body was covered with an aura of heat, his skin appearing as if a layer of fire was flickering on it.

Each footstep imprinted a pitch-black footprint on the ground.