Chapter 47: The Flawless Three Styles, Undetermined

Yu Liancheng's gaze was scorching as he said coldly, "Now that the human witnesses and material evidence are all gathered, Jin Jiuling, what else do you have to quibble about?"

Everyone's gaze turned toward Jin Jiuling.

Everyone had also already regarded him as the murderer.

This World's Number One Famous Catcher was actually the World's Number One Great Thief; this was indeed a very ironic matter.

The three blind men felt it particularly ironic.

They had all once had a very good relationship with Jin Jiuling, and all had regarded Jin Jiuling as a close friend.

Jiang Zhongwei's face was ashen as he said bitterly, "I have associated with you for decades; I never imagined you were actually a beast in human clothing."

Chang Mantian sighed, "The net of Heaven is vast, with wide meshes, yet nothing escapes. As the World's Number One Famous Catcher, why do you not understand this principle, and why would you do such a thing?"

Hua Yifan was so angry his whole body trembled; he wanted to speak, but could not.

"Hahaha." Jin Jiuling's face, which had been as cold as a block of ice, suddenly burst into loud laughter, a near-maniacal smile: "Good! Good! Good! Good for you, Yu Liancheng, you do have some methods. Handwriting can be forged, and She Wang can also be coerced into a confession. But I have evidence you can never refute, proving that you are the Embroidered Bandit."

"Oh, is that so? Why not take it out and let us see," Yu Liancheng said indifferently.

"Fine, I will show it to you."

His hand reached into his bosom, and everyone's gaze turned again to that hand reaching into his bosom. They could not help but wonder in their hearts: could it be that Jin Jiuling is not the Embroidered Bandit? Could there be a reversal in this matter?

"Look closely, this is my evidence."

Jin Jiuling's hand suddenly became very fast, slamming the object he pulled from his bosom heavily onto the ground. Instantly, seven-colored smoke rose up, submerging the entire third floor, so thick one could not see one's own fingers.

"Not good, it's the Tang Sect's Seven-Colored Thunderbolt, Jin Jiuling is going to Escape!"

"Hold your breath, be careful of poison."

The crowd held their breath, and under the surging of their True Qi, they blew away the seven-colored smoke before long.

But Jin Jiuling had already managed to Escape.

Disappearing along with Jin Jiuling was also Yu Liancheng.

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Jin Jiuling's figure darted rapidly; his movement technique was simple and swift, without a single superfluous motion.

When he first met Yu Liancheng, he had easily followed behind the Nanwang Shizi. But now, exerting his full speed, he was simply as fast as a bolt of lightning.

He had also heard that Yu Liancheng's lightness skill was quite good.

But now he also understood that Yu Liancheng's lightness skill was far more terrifying than he had imagined.

He had darted out first, seizing the initiative, yet after seven or eight leaps, Yu Liancheng seemed to be catching up.

The distance between them had originally been at least ten zhang, but now it had shrunk to two or three zhang. This distance was truly too close, as if he might be caught at any moment.

And Jin Jiuling was not Yu Liancheng's match; once a fight broke out, he would surely be defeated, yet he did not appear overly panicked.

The two flew rapidly, one chasing, one fleeing.

Ahead was a garden, with pavilions and towers, flowers and trees sparsely arranged.

Just at this moment, Jin Jiuling suddenly blew a whistle.

Before the whistle sound had faded, six shadows had already flown out from the garden, their hands holding glowing weapons... Hook Sword, Goose-Feather Saber, Emei Piercer, Three-Section Staff, Judge's Pen, and Zi-Wu Mandarin Duck Axes.

All six were exquisitely crafted external weapons; those who could use such weapons, if they were not tired of living, then they must certainly have some skill.

"Kill him!"

Jin Jiuling gave a sharp shout, while he himself once again employed his lightness skill, flying off into the distance.

These six were death-sworn men he had raised, who could sacrifice their lives for him at any time. And these six had quite good martial arts, and had even studied mysterious Arrays; once they joined forces, their power would multiply. Even those famous veterans of the martial arts world could very likely die at the hands of these six.

But Jin Jiuling knew they were absolutely no match for Yu Liancheng.

So he only hoped these six could stall for a little longer.

The Hook Sword thrust thirteen sword flowers in succession, the Goose-Feather Saber stirred up a sheet of blade light, the Emei Piercer thrust out horizontally, the Three-Section Staff swept like a gale, the Judge's Pen struck directly at vital points, and the Zi-Wu Mandarin Duck Axes carved out a sheet of mercury-like brilliance.

Some of their weapons were fierce, some light and agile, some strange and tricky, yet the moves were all sharp and coordinated well. In just an instant, they had attacked Yu Liancheng from all sides.

In Jin Jiuling's view, this combined attack by the six was perfect and flawless; even if Yu Liancheng faced such a formation, he would inevitably have to spend some effort to break it.

But the facts were not so.

Only one move.

Just one sword strike.

With a "clang" like a dragon's roar, the Duoqing Sword left its sheath.

Sword light flashed; when this strike was unleashed, the sky and earth were filled with sword light, omnipresent sword light, as if every inch of air were being sliced by the sword light.

Although this strike was fleeting, it was like a meteor streaking across the sky. Its brilliance and style could no longer be described by any words or paintings; it was truly soul-stirring.

Under the sky-filling sword light, the sharp offensive of the six was instantly disintegrated; their weapons were sliced into two pieces, and a shallow wound appeared on their throats.

When the weapons fell to the ground, the people also fell to the ground.

This was a flawless sword strike, almost impossible to find a flaw in. It was enough to rival the Unmoving and the Peerless.

This strike was named—Undetermined.

These six died too quickly, and only blocked Yu Liancheng for a moment.

So Jin Jiuling had not gone far, and so he also saw this scene, terrified to the point of his liver and gallbladder splitting.

Yu Liancheng once again employed his lightness skill, quickly catching up to Jin Jiuling.

"I will tell you where I hid the treasure, you let..."

Jin Jiuling begged for mercy quite sensibly.

But it was too late; Yu Liancheng's sword carried an incomparable force, thrusting down like the heavens collapsing, the sword light as heavy as a mountain.

Jin Jiuling dared not receive it; his movement technique whirled, flashing away like splitting light and casting shadows, and although he dodged the sword tip at the very last second, the violent and sharp Sword Qi, as if tangible, had already sliced through the clothes at his waist, leaving a blood-dripping wound.

Swish, swish, swish!

The sword light flared brilliantly, and Yu Liancheng pressed his advantage, thrusting out three consecutive strikes; both the momentum and speed of the sword had reached a terrifying level, carrying with them lightning and thunder as they raged wildly.

A cold glint flickered at Jin Jiuling's fingertips, and before anyone knew it, an Embroidery Needle had appeared in his palm.

The sharp, piercing energy tore through the air, emitting a shrill, ear-piercing whistle; no one could believe that a mere Embroidery Needle could trigger such power.

However, attempting to contend with the heavy Duoqing Sword using a delicate Embroidery Needle was undoubtedly a very foolish choice.

With only three crisp "ding, ding, ding" sounds, the Embroidery Needle was knocked away, and Jin Jiuling tumbled from the air, forced into a corner with a deathly pale face.

If Yu Liancheng were willing, he could take Jin Jiuling's life in five strikes at most.

But he did not.

With a "clang," the Duoqing Sword returned to its scabbard, and Yu Liancheng's wide sleeves billowed as he reached out into mid-air, pinching one of the knocked-away Embroidery Needles.

"Since you claim I am the Embroidered Bandit, then today I shall embroider a blind man; two needles for one."