[Wind, Rain, Thunder, and Lightning] 13

Author: firstwarrior
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2017/10/29
Chapter 13: Fierce Battle in the Forest, Passion by the Lake
Facing the menacing black-clad demon generals and soldiers, Yu Jingfeng drew his thin sword, piercing
the neck of the first man with lightning speed.
The poor man hadn't even had a chance to retaliate before dying without a sound.
Before he even fell, two other men in black rushed forward, their samurai swords
slashing down at Yu Jingfeng from the left and right.
Before they attacked, they had considered all of Yu Jingfeng's possible responses: how to
deal with him if he adopted an offensive defense, or how to change tactics if he attacked their lower bodies—all of this was within their calculations.
But they never expected that Yu Jingfeng would completely ignore their attacks; his thin sword flew out, piercing
the chest of another man behind them.
The two black-clad samurai were slashing down with their swords, but before they could reach Yu Jingfeng, they felt a burning sensation on the back of his neck—
it was soaked with the blood spurting from their companions behind him.
The two men were startled, and Yu Jingfeng seized the opportunity.
He suddenly charged forward like a madman, reaching the black-clad man on the left.
That man wielded a five-foot-long sword, suitable for ranged attacks but not for close combat; once an enemy got close, he couldn't retaliate
.
Just as he was at a loss, Yu Jingfeng had already slammed his head into his nose.
The man clearly heard the sound of his broken nose, and waves of excruciating pain engulfed his entire body.
At the same time, he felt a tightening on his wrist; Yu Jingfeng had grabbed it.
Yu Jingfeng pulled his hand and swung it to the right, his long sword piercing the black-clad man on the right.
The man on the right, not expecting the attack to come from his own companion, groaned and was struck.
Yu Jingfeng stretched out his hand, drawing his thin sword from the enemy's body, and then struck back with the tip of the sword, striking
the black-clad man in front of him in the back of the chest.
The man, struck suddenly, coughed up blood, staining Yu Jingfeng's bare chest crimson.
All of this, though seemingly a long story, actually happened in a mere instant.
In the blink of an eye, one black-clad man was dead, and the other two were seriously injured.
While Yu Jingfeng was fighting, Ying Chunlei and Zhang Yanan were not idle either.
Ying Chunlei fought the three black-clad men with his bare hands. Since he only had half his strength left, he couldn't
infuse his palms with internal energy to make them as hard as iron, so he had to resort to catching blades bare-handed.
Despite his rough appearance, Ying Chunlei was surprisingly skillful in this seemingly delicate technique. He dodged
the enemy's blades, constantly parrying the backs of their swords with his bare hands, deflecting each attack.
His fighting style was actually extremely dangerous; a slight misstep could result in bloodshed. Yet he handled it with ease,
skillfully flipping his hand to avert danger each time.
If one hadn't witnessed it firsthand, it would be hard to imagine that Ying Chunlei, whose attacks had previously been so forceful and masculine, could wield such
agile palm techniques.
Zhang Yanan was the weakest of the three.
She too was fighting three against one, and under the combined attack of the three men in black, she could only defend herself.
She gritted her teeth, glared, and wielded her steel saber, using the Zhang family's saber techniques to fight against three masters. However, these demonic soldiers were not
comparable to ordinary outlaws. Although she used all her strength, she was still struggling, repeatedly facing perilous situations.
Seeing her in danger, Yu Jingfeng and Ying Chunlei both wanted to rush over to help her. However, Yu Jingfeng had just
knocked down three men in black when two other demon soldiers who had been watching immediately followed up. Adding to this was
Yin Tianxiu, who, whenever he found an opening, would unleash his whip, keeping
Yu Jingfeng unable to attack for the time being. Ying Chunlei, on the other hand, was at a disadvantage because he was injured and his internal energy had not yet fully recovered, preventing him from using his renowned palm techniques and thus
hindering his ability to quickly defeat his opponents.
Knowing that Yu Jingfeng and Ying Chunlei were extremely anxious, Yin Tianxiu prevented them from offering any assistance to Zhang Yanan, his
long whip flashing like a venomous snake as it continuously struck them.
As Yin Tianxiu lashed out with his whip, his eyes lewdly fixed on Zhang Yanan. "I told you before, you little
wench can't escape my grasp! I'll give you a good beating later! Hehehe!"
Ying Chunlei, usually a powerful figure, had never been so pathetic, unable to even protect the woman he loved.
Enraged, he let out a deafening roar that
stunned the three men in black who were fighting him. Taking advantage of the situation,
Ying Chunlei clasped his hands together, clamping the back of one of the men's swords, and twisted it sharply, snapping the sword in two.
The broken blade flew from Ying Chunlei's hand, accurately piercing one of the men attacking Zhang Yanan
.
The man, stabbed in the back, groaned and collapsed.
With one less opponent, Zhang Yanan was now fighting two against one. Although she couldn't win immediately, the pressure was greatly reduced, allowing her to go from
a purely defensive stance to one that could both attack and defend.
Although Ying Chunlei's move helped Zhang Yanan, he paid a price for it. The
black-clad man with the broken sword seized the opportunity to kick him in the abdomen, while the other two attackers also swung their swords down.
Fortunately, Ying Chunlei's martial arts were exceptional; he shifted his feet in time, and the two swords narrowly missed him.
However, he had already lost the initiative; having dodged two swords, another broken sword was still coming.
This time, he had no choice but to gather his inner energy and meet the attack with a palm strike,
killing his opponent simultaneously as he was struck in the chest.
Even so, the broken sword still penetrated two inches into his flesh. If the wound hadn't been outside his vital organs, the renowned
Thunderous Might would likely have died on the spot.
Seeing Ying Chunlei injured again because of her, Zhang Yanan felt a pang of heartache and couldn't help but shout,
"Brother Ying, are you alright?"
Ying Chunlei chuckled, "Miss Yanan, don't worry. These little brats can't kill me, Ying
Chunlei! Just watch your brother Ying deal with them!"
Before he could finish speaking, Yin Tianxiu's leather whip arrived, lashing him three times in succession, making him secretly groan in pain. But in
front of Zhang Yanan, he could only endure it silently, lest his beloved worry.
Yu Jingfeng, who was fighting two men in black, suddenly changed his swordplay. Ignoring his enemies' attacks, he
charged madly towards Zhang Yanan.
Blood splattered everywhere; he had been slashed twice, his own blood
mingling with the blood of the man he had previously killed, staining his bare chest crimson.
Seeing Yu Jingfeng's reckless act of helping Zhang Yanan, the two men panicked and saw this as the
perfect opportunity to kill him. They immediately gave chase.
The two men in black surrounding Zhang Yanan, seeing Yu Jingfeng's frenzied attack, had no choice but to send one of them to deal with him
while the other continued fighting Zhang Yanan.
The black-clad men facing Yu Jingfeng were on high alert, expecting the whirlwind swordsman to unleash a deadly attack. Unexpectedly, Yu Jingfeng, moving with the ferocity of a tiger, suddenly stopped, and without turning his head, thrust his sword through the left armpit, striking one of the pursuing black-clad men squarely in the chest. Having
secured the kill, Yu Jingfeng disregarded his opponent's life, withdrawing his thin sword from the black-clad man's chest
. Then, he leaped forward, sword and all, charging towards another pursuing black-clad man.
This black-clad man was a ruthless swordsman, but faced with Yu Jingfeng's crazed fighting style,
a chill ran down his spine.
In a battle between masters, besides martial arts skills, momentum is also crucial.
The black-clad man hesitated, unable to withstand Yu Jingfeng's fierce sword strike. Although he desperately raised his sword
to block, he couldn't avoid a bloody end; the two blades clashed, and the samurai sword broke in two.
Yu Jingfeng's swordplay continued unabated, piercing the black-clad man's chest with the tip protruding from his back.
Seeing the demon soldiers fall one by one, Yin Tianxiu grew anxious, switching his whip from Ying Chunlei to Yu Jingfeng
, lashing him repeatedly across the man's back.
Despite the heavy blows, Yu Jingfeng didn't utter a sound. Instead, he slowly pulled
his sword from the corpse, placed the blade to his lips, and licked the blood.
Even the fiercely combative Yin Tianxiu felt a chill at this sight. "This man is truly a madman
!"
Yin Tianxiu was busy dealing with Yu Jingfeng, allowing Ying Chunlei a moment to catch his breath. He endured the wounds from the sword
and whip, took a deep breath, and concentrated his remaining inner strength into his palms. With a
lightning-fast attack, he unleashed the Thunderous Nine Heavens, striking the two black-clad men he had been locked in combat with for so long.
Before this, Ying Chunlei had always used soft, feminine palm techniques.
His sudden change of tactics, his palms carrying a sharp, swift wind, caught the two men completely off guard.
The two men in black, wielding their own weapons, exchanged a glance and then, with perfect coordination, raised their
swords to meet Ying Chunlei head-on.
Just as Ying Chunlei's bare hands were about to collide with the two longswords, he suddenly reversed his grip, seizing
the backs of the blades.
With a roar, Ying Chunlei raised his arms, his towering figure lifting both opponents, swords and all, into the air
.
With a flick of his wrists, he sent the two flying like kites with broken strings, tracing an arc in the air
before crashing heavily to the ground. Before
they could recover from their shock, Ying Chunlei was already upon them.
The giant didn't even make a move; he simply pressed himself down on one of the men in black.
The man's ribs immediately broke from the impact, and he coughed up blood.
Ying Chunlei flipped over and struck another man in black squarely in the face with his elbow.
The man's face couldn't withstand such a blow; his nose immediately broke, and his entire face was caved in by Ying Chunlei's elbow
, killing him instantly.
Yin Tianxiu, leading eleven demon soldiers, arrived in a grand procession. What he thought was a sure thing had suddenly turned
into a nightmare as Yu Jingfeng and Ying Chunlei used various unpredictable tactics to kill him, leaving only himself and
the two men fighting Zhang Yanan. This terrified him.
Although he was ruthless, facing the madman Yu Jingfeng and the unpredictable moves of Ying Chunlei,
even the cunning Yin Tianxiu was at a loss for what to do.
Fortunately, Ying Chunlei had used all his inner strength to defeat his opponent and couldn't recover his fighting ability for a while, while Zhang Yanan
was being held back by the remaining two men in black. For the time being, Yin Tianxiu only had Yu Jingfeng to fight.
For now, he had no choice but to continue whipping Yu Jingfeng, hoping to finish off this madman as soon as possible, and then
fight Ying Chunlei with all his might.
Yin Tianxiu was convinced that Yu Jingfeng was a madman, so he deliberately attacked from a distance with his long whip to prevent Yu Jingfeng from resorting to
a suicide attack.
He was treacherous and most skilled at backstabbing and kicking someone when they were down, but he would never fight to the death.
Once he died, the gold and silver treasures and countless beauties he had acquired over the years would vanish into thin air, and he couldn't bear to do
that! His current plan was to wrap the long whip around Yu Jingfeng's neck and strangle him, so every lash he struck
was aimed at the neck of the Mad Wind Swordsman, hoping to succeed in his evil scheme.
Yin Tianxiu's move, "Unrelenting Ghost," had the end of his whip constantly swirling around Yu Jingfeng's head. No matter whether the latter moved left or
right, his whip would still follow closely, truly living up to its name.
Yu Jingfeng repeatedly tried to break through the encirclement of the long whip, but each time he was thwarted by Yin Tianxiu's ruthless moves.
Yin Tianxiu confidently thought, "You madman, even if you want to die with me, you won't have
the chance! My whip will strangle you before you can even charge!"
Just when he felt invincible, Yu Jingfeng suddenly gave a cold laugh.
The sharp-eyed Yin Tianxiu, of course, saw that cold laugh. His heart sank; he knew he had made a
grave mistake.
He tried to retreat, but it was too late. Yu Jingfeng unleashed three sword strikes, each piercing the end of the whip.
The whip, like a venomous snake struck in its vital spot, immediately became paralyzed.
Yin Tianxiu finally understood his mistake—Yu Jingfeng was not just a simple madman, but
a highly skilled and exceptionally intelligent madman.
Yu Jingfeng relentlessly fought to the death, not because he had no other choice, but because he enjoyed it.
Once he encountered an opponent he couldn't resolve through fighting, he instantly transformed into a ruthless and unparalleled swordsman,
striking his enemy's vitals with a single blow.
Upon hearing Yu Jingfeng's three sword strikes, Yin Tianxiu knew he was no match for him.
His only option was to flee, making a hasty retreat to save his life.
Yin Tianxiu acted decisively, immediately abandoning his whip and using his lightness skill to slip away like a ghost.
Yu Jingfeng was taken aback by Yin Tianxiu's sudden departure, abandoning the two black-clad men fighting Zhang Yanan and several
seriously injured subordinates.
He had initially wanted to pursue this shameless scoundrel, but upon reflection, he realized Ying Chunlei was seriously injured, and Zhang Yanan
had not yet dealt with the two black-clad men she was fighting. If the enemy had a trap, using a diversionary tactic, it would be difficult
to fight them.
After much deliberation, he decided to let Yin Tianxiu escape.
The two black-clad men fighting Zhang Yanan were shocked to find themselves alone, their companions either dead or
wounded, while their leader, Yin Tianxiu, had vanished. They lost all will to fight and tried to escape as well, but Yu Jingfeng would not
allow them to escape before his very eyes. With a swift turn of his sword, he pierced one of them through the back of the heart.
At the same time, Ying Chunlei, who had rested for a while, leaped up from the ground and struck the last man in black on the back of the
head with a palm strike.
Both men in black were hit simultaneously, vomiting blood and spraying it all over Zhang Yanan, who was standing in front of them.
She was wearing Yu Jingfeng's robe, which was already tattered and was now stained crimson
.
After a thrilling and bloody battle, the three finally defeated their enemies, but apart from Zhang Yanan,
Yu Jingfeng and Ying Chunlei were both injured, with Ying Chunlei suffering further injuries.
Ying Chunlei chuckled at Yu Jingfeng, "The Mad Wind Swordsman truly lives up to his name; when he fights, he's no
different from a madman!"
Yu Jingfeng said calmly, "Thunderous Might is also well-deserved; even injured, he's still incredibly powerful."
Zhang Yanan looked at the knife and whip wounds on the two men in front of her with heartache, "You two are covered in blood;
find somewhere to bandage yourselves!"
Ying Chunlei glared at Yu Jingfeng, "Miss Yanan is right. If we don't bandage you up, the Mad Wind Swordsman might
become the Mad Blood Swordsman!"
Yu Jingfeng didn't back down either, retorting sharply, "Judging from your current state, an uninformed person might think
you've swapped nicknames with Blood Rain."
Seeing these two fearsome men of the martial world chattering away, Zhang Yanan couldn't help but
shout, "Are you two leaving or not?"
Without waiting for their reply, she turned and left.
Yu Jingfeng and Ying Chunlei exchanged a slightly hostile glance before following closely behind.
Zhang Yanan, having grown up in Suzhou, was very familiar with the area. After wandering around for a while, she emerged from the woods
and arrived at the shore of Taihu Lake.
She still had some wound medicine on her, so she applied it to Ying Chunlei first.
Ying Chunlei kept smiling at her, seemingly unconcerned about his own injuries.
Since Ying Chunlei was still completely naked, Zhang Yanan had to tear off the hem of her robe to bandage his
wounds.
When she finished bandaging the bearded man and wanted to treat Yu Jingfeng's injuries, she discovered that he was no longer there.
She exclaimed in surprise, "Where is Young Master Yu?"
Ying Chunlei squinted and said, "He slipped away while you were bandaging me!"
Zhang Yanan stamped her feet repeatedly upon hearing this. "Then why didn't you stop him? Or perhaps tell me? He saved us!"
Ying Chunlei shrugged. "His legs are his own, how could I stop him? I thought you saw him slip away,
so I didn't specifically tell you."
Zhang Yanan stamped her feet again. "Then which direction did he go?"
Ying Chunlei pointed casually with a slightly sour expression.
Without asking any further questions, Zhang Yanan hurriedly ran in that direction.
After running for about the time it takes to brew a cup of tea, she indeed saw Yu Jingfeng sitting by the lake washing his wounds.
When she saw the knife wound on Yu Jingfeng's chest, a warm greeting escaped her lips, "Brother Yu
!"
Yu Jingfeng turned his head with slight surprise, glanced at Zhang Yanan, and then continued washing
the blood off himself with lake water.
Zhang Yanan ran over and sat down beside him gracefully.
"Brother Yu, thank you for saving Yanan,"
she whispered.
Yu Jingfeng replied, "I started this whole thing. If I hadn't killed his demon general, he
wouldn't have sent Ding Sha to Suzhou City, and so much trouble wouldn't have happened. So I couldn't let you
suffer for no reason, so I came to check on you as soon as I heard you were by Taihu Lake."
Zhang Yanan gazed at Yu Jingfeng for a while, realizing that although this unpredictable man spoke lightly,
he actually cared deeply for her.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have rushed over as soon as he heard she was in danger.
A sweet feeling welled up inside her. She slowly took out some wound medicine from her pocket. "Let me apply the medicine for you..."
Yu Jingfeng nodded noncommittally, allowing Zhang Yanan to apply the medicine to his wounds.
The moment Zhang Yanan's fingers touched his bare chest, her heart pounded, and a blush spread across her pretty face.
Yu Jingfeng was only a few feet away from her, a delicate fragrance wafting towards him. The fact that Zhang Yanan was only wearing
a tattered robe, revealing glimpses of her breasts, only intensified his arousal.
His desire, aroused by the four beauties of Mei, Lan, Zhu, and Ju, had remained unfulfilled, and now, faced with such beauty
, his manhood involuntarily hardened.
Zhang Yanan didn't notice the change in Yu Jingfeng's body; she was solely focused on applying the medicine.
After she finished applying the medicine, just as she had done when bandaging Ying Chunlei's wounds, she tore off the hem of her robe
to use as a bandage.
But this time, she used too much force, and since Yu Jingfeng's robe was so old, she
tore off most of it in one rip. Her breasts, which had only been faintly visible, were now partially exposed, even her pink
nipples falling into Yu Jingfeng's view.
Zhang Yanan cried out softly, trying to cover her chest, but Yu Jingfeng grabbed her arm.
Looking up, Zhang Yanan met Yu Jingfeng's gaze.
Under Yu Jingfeng's burning gaze, Zhang Yanan let him lower her arm, allowing him to admire her
breasts.
Yu Jingfeng slowly moved closer, stopping only when his face was close to Zhang Yanan's.
Zhang Yanan vaguely guessed his intentions, and blushing shyly, she involuntarily closed her eyes.
Sure enough, the moment she closed her eyes, Yu Jingfeng's lips landed on hers, his tongue parting her lips
and invading her mouth.
It was Zhang Yanan's first time kissing a man, and she was inevitably confused and flustered, momentarily at a loss for what to do.
Suddenly, she felt a chill on her upper body; Yu Jingfeng had removed her tattered robe, and now her upper body
was completely exposed.
Before Zhang Yanan could react, her breasts were already in Yu Jingfeng's hands.
She tried to remove those large hands, but under Yu Jingfeng's caresses, her whole body went limp, her hands
weak and powerless, and she could only let Yu Jingfeng gently knead her breasts.
The fleeting glimpse he'd just caught had already left a deep impression on Yu Jingfeng regarding her beautiful breasts. Now, busy
kissing the beauty, he hadn't had a moment to carefully examine her fully exposed breasts, but even from the touch of his hands, he
was already amazed by Zhang Yanan's firm and smooth shape.
They kissed for a long time before separating, and Yu Jingfeng immediately placed his hands on her slender waist, gently
lifting her from the ground.
"Brother Yu..."
Zhang Yanan, unaware of his intentions, blinked her beautiful eyes at him.
Without a word, Yu Jingfeng reached out and began to unbutton her lower garments. Zhang Yanan's heart pounded wildly, unsure
whether it was fear or anticipation.
When Zhang Yanan stood naked before him, Yu Jingfeng couldn't help but take a deep breath.
Besides her beautiful breasts, her entire body was beautiful, especially the tightly closed crevice between her legs, which
was incredibly alluring.
Unable to contain his boiling blood any longer, Yu Jingfeng also took off his only pair of trousers, revealing his
already erect dragon, ready to go to Wushan with his beauty.

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