Chapter 69 – Bitter Sword and Dog Whistling Lance
Chapter 69 – Bitterness Sword and Canine Whistling Lance
Fetid red blood flowed all over the ground, and eleven human heads rolled down the mountainside with a grunt.
This scene could be described as bloody and horrifying.
When had the ordinary people under the mountain ever seen such a scene? Can’t help but scared back and forth, timid women and children face white, crying.
Su Zefeng, Jiang Hezhu, Murong Yunxi and a group of others similarly shivered.
It was Yuan You Rong, Song Dong Xi, Murong Lei several people kneeling on the ground, forcibly tilted their heads, blankly dumbfounded, this little thief wants to drive out all the people?
Brothers, sorry, I really want to live.
Xin Zhuo breathed a slight tremor and secretly said.
These dead people have been replaced and are not among the spirit sacrifices, but he still has a little heart.
He is not a murderous person, nor is he a ruthless outlaw, in fact, he is very sunny in his heart, and he also yearns for a plain and beautiful life.
If he had the choice, he would rather be cheeky with anyone, fooling around, having fun, drinking and bragging together.
But the premise is not to be pushed!
Just now, if he didn’t happen to share and fuse the art of concealed weapons, even if he scurried away, he could barely escape himself, and Cui Ying’er and Han Qiniang would surely die.
Not to mention that the person who was killed was also chasing and killing, and his mind was not originally good.
Things have developed to this point, and what mercy, means have nothing to do with, do not be too naive, is that you die and I live only, you do to me must kill the intention, I naturally return the color to kill your family, otherwise how to shock the people, intact to leave?
Of course, his bottom line comes from the martial artists that come from the four great families, from the blood qi point of view, the highest is only a sub-sixth grade, there is no possibility of killing himself with one blow.
At this time, the crowd that roamed the mountains, after a short panic, quieted down again.
Xin Zhuo scanned the mountain again, pondering that the qi has also been relieved, it’s time to go, stay any longer to collapse, step by step backward: “Withdraw!”
“Xin Zhuo!”
Right at this moment, a figure suddenly walked towards the top of the mountain, a middle-aged man with gray clothes and a white face.
His waist was a bit bent, and his face carried a trace of perseverance and inexplicable sadness, like a peasant man who was anxious for the sustenance of his family.
However, his aura climbed one step at a time, and his calloused hand gripped the tattered hilt of the scabbard by his waist: the
“I know you want to leave, but you have presumptuously committed murder, how can you just walk away? The four families around you late generation, want to kill then all kill it, I need to come out a sword, you and they are buried with them, you …… can not walk away!”
“Sub-sixth grade, ascetic sword!” Shangguan Fanqing in the corner of the mountain coalesced his gaze, his eyes glowing with a different look.
Sun Da Donkey asked in surprise: “What is the ascetic sword?”
Shangguan Fanqing said: “No wife, no children, no feelings, a lifetime of traveling thousands of miles, only repair that one style of sword, he is the sword, the sword is also him, this kind of person is pure swordsman, stubborn to death, not until the last resort, do not mess with it for good!”
“It’s my cousin uncle Murong Yi, sub-sixth grade, the realm is not the highest, but it’s the first sword of Fufeng!”
Murong Huo on the mountain changed his complexion drastically, whispered to Xin Zhuo, and looked at the middle-aged man who went up the mountain, “Third uncle, don’t! Let us go!”
Murong Yi did not pay any attention, at this time, his aura had already climbed to a certain extreme, his pupils were sharp and pushed straight at Xin Zhuo, as if in heaven and earth, only Xin Zhuo existed!
Xin Zhuo also stared carefully at this person, waving his hand to signal Cui Ying’er’s group of people to go first. He knew that even if he ran away immediately, he would still have to eat this person’s sword.
Although the sword couldn’t possibly be a concealed weapon, it was like being locked in, unable to run away.
Moreover, this person’s idea was too honorable and not half false, using Murong Lei they couldn’t blackmail him, that is, if he killed them all, he still had to make a sword.
Cui Ying’er, Murong Huo several people obediently obeyed, hastily retreat.
Xin Zhuo also followed a few steps back again.
“Jingling–“
An ear-piercing sword chant cut through the sky, Murong Yi had already drawn his sword, the sword was three feet and three inches long, the edges had become a little blunt from years of sword wielding and polishing, but no one dared to underestimate its sharpness.
“I have traveled thousands of miles, the sword path is like a hurricane, please taste it!”
He recited a sentence as if only he himself could understand it, but it was neither too harsh nor too clichéd.
After saying this, his person had already leapt into mid-air and swung out a sword, the sword was subtle, the dazzling sword aura was shaped like a great river pike, and a ten foot long sword shadow followed the blade.
Heavy chopping down.
The surrounding barren grass and trees looked like they were pulled by some kind of momentum, and bent their backs in unison.
“This ……”
“What a pure sword move!”
Under the mountain, Jiang Hezhu’s group of eunuchs, Shangguan Fanqing, and the others swallowed their saliva with difficulty.
Murong Yunxi and the other dukes and young ladies including Su Zefeng had a look of admiration on their faces, and they all seemed to recognize this Murong Yi.
Murong Lei’s group of people, on the other hand, tilted their necks and subconsciously moved to one side because they were not bound by the mountain bandits.
Everyone without exception, there is a question in their mind, Xin Zhuo is somewhat capable, but it is said that some days ago it was only a sub-seventh grade, and how should it be received?
Xin Zhuo did not have too many ideas, he just felt that, not to take this sword is afraid that it will not work, and even behind them just ran out a few steps of Cui Ying’er they may not be able to run away.
So, no longer hesitate and retreat, hand folding gilt gun, issued a “creak” sound, suddenly changed into a zhang long and short, the right hand holding the gun, show Lingbo Guiqi change ladder cloud vertical, people have also reached the mid-air, waving the long gun, a gun stabbed out. The dog whistling invisible god spear method of the Thirsty Destroyer Berserker.
The cold iron spearhead and the gilt handle exuded the ultimate stern aura under the sunlight.
A bit of cold aura arrived first, followed by the gun coming out like a dragon.
A long whistling sound that resembled a dog cut through the sky, taking in the hearts of the people.
A true qi that looked like the flames of hell and was as black as ink came out of the body to manifest the shadow of the gun and suddenly appeared three feet above the head, as if it was the remnants of a long gun.
Overbearing, bloodthirsty, vicious and bizarre aura, rushed straight to the four directions.
This aura even overpowered Murong Yi’s sword momentum!
This was the characteristic of the realm above the seventh grade realm, where the true qi came out of the body and the weapon manifested, it was much stronger than carrying a bunch of small buffs.
“This ……”
Countless people under the mountain had just expected Murong Yi’s sword, but at this moment, they were aghast at Xin Zhuo’s gun.
Countless gazes moved with the two figures in mid-air, not even daring to blink.
“Dang!”
The bright and vast sword shadow and the bloodthirsty and manic gun shadow collided suddenly.
Strong concussive sounds resounded in all directions, and biting wind waves of true qi rippled out.
The closest group of Murong Lei couldn’t help but tighten their cheeks and panic in their hearts.
“Boom–“
The sword and gun shadows dissolved into nothingness.
Subsequently.
Only the high, pure collision between the tip of the gun and the tip of the sword remained.
“Zee!”
After the ear-piercing sound of a slight impact, the sword blade that had been polished over the years was overwhelmed and was bent much more than it should have been.
Subsequently, with a violent flick, the
The two figures separated.
Xin Zhuo fell to the ground, “dun dun dun dun” retreated five steps in a row, stopped with the gun column ground, long hair flying between, qi and blood surging ceaselessly.
Look at Murong Yi, the sword has been picked flying, out of hand, the person also flew out, and then crossed an arc, heavy fall at the foot of the mountain, footsteps are still steady, just seven steps back, a gray coat without wind from the wind, only to be able to stop.
Ahead of the withered leaf mountain ground, leaving a line of deep footprints.
Afterwards, he raised his hand to catch the falling long sword, into the sheath, silent for three breaths, looking straight at Xin Zhuo said: “A sword has been out, my mission is complete.”
Turning around, he left.
From the beginning to the end, he was not sad or happy, came calmly, returned calmly, and did not seem to care about winning or losing.
On the other hand, most of the people on and off the mountain were in a trance.
It was impossible to tell if this battle was brilliant or not, but what was certain was that Murong Yi didn’t win!
Murong Lei and Yuan You Rong’s group of people were sitting in one place, dryly fuming, their hearts were astonished beyond measure, when did Xin Zhuo reach the seventh rank realm? Changed his spear technique?
The escaping Cui Ying Er group of people also stopped in their tracks and looked back in bewilderment.
Su Zefeng, who has always hated Xin Zhuo to the bone, rubbed his hands together with difficulty, a certain beauty in his heart shattered, Murong Yi has always been the direction and idol of his life.
At least this moment, the style of Thief King Xin Zhuo’s one shot battle with the ascetic sword, many people engraved in their hearts, extremely difficult to forget.
“Young, Young Hall Master, who, who actually won?” The Haitang girl looked at her own Young Hall Master in surprise and couldn’t help but ask again.
Shangguan Fanqing’s eyes had a meaning that was hard to understand: “On the surface there was no loss or win. Xin Zhuo is behind the realm, there is a gap, and is considered to have lost by half a move. And Murong Yi couldn’t understand Xin Zhuo’s terrifying spear technique, just now in an instant, the two of them changed thirteen ways in a row, he only blocked eight of Xin Zhuo’s ways, the other five ways didn’t know how to block, all relied on the sword shape to knock hard, suffered a big loss, his true qi was disorganized, suffered internal injuries, was considered to be defeated by one move, and lost the battle!”
Haitang said doubtfully: “The two compartments canceled out, then wouldn’t Murong Yi have lost half a move?”
Shangguan Fanqing opened his folding fan: “That’s not how martial arts are calculated, in a real life and death fight, neither of them can kill anyone, if Murong Yi is allowed to figure out Xin Zhuo’s spear technique, he will definitely gain the upper hand and even injure Xin Zhuo. But if Xin Zhuo breaks through the sub-sixth rank, he might be able to kill him!”
Saying that, he fiercely closed his fan: “Crap! Isn’t Xin Zhuo a sub-seventh grade, using a sword? When did he change to using a gun, seventh grade? How did he get so far so fast? Simply …… knowingly and indiscriminately.”
“Xin Zhuo!”
The people of the four great families in front of them were not deterred by Murong Yi’s frustration at this time, nor were they willing to compromise, the four old men stepped forward in unison, their bodies tensed, their auras intimidating, and all of them were actually Sub-Sixth Grade.
For a moment, the intense true qi fluctuations caused the surrounding crowd to subconsciously move away.
Pull back, Xin Zhuo easy to calm down the blood Qi, make a gesture to slip away.
At this moment, a soft and courteous voice came from the distance: “Xin Zhuo, please receive the Autumn Palace Pavilion’s word post!”
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