The night sky was filled with the flowing Milky Way.
Under the night sky, the remote and barren hills and villages were old. Although there were not many houses and courtyards, traces of human activity could be seen everywhere. It was obvious that the villagers had been living here for a long time. On the hillside, there was a temple that was obviously newly built. It had red tiles and yellow walls. It was a rare color to see in this remote mountain village.
At midnight, a figure swayed out of the forest and walked in the direction of the temple. His steps were weak. As he walked, he even fell on the grass on the hillside. He then got up and quietly moved forward.
It was a young man in ragged clothes with half his body stained with blood. His straw sandals were old and tattered, and his hair was messy after being covered with blood. There was not much spirit in his eyes. It seemed that he was not much different from the villagers that could be seen everywhere in the countryside. The only difference was that there was a broken knife hanging on his waist. Although the knife was old, it was clearly a martial artist's knife used to slash and kill people.
The young man quietly approached the temple. His footsteps and figure became cautious. He felt around the courtyard wall for a moment before quietly jumping in.
The world was chaotic, but the temple was not completely unguarded. It was just that he was used to dealing with easy to deal with villagers. The monks on night watch had already dozed off under the eaves. The young man felt his way over. After hesitating for a moment, he pounced forward!
The old knife cut towards the monk's neck. The young man used all his strength to press the monk's mouth and pressed him against the steps. After a moment, the monk stopped moving. The smell of blood filled the air.
The young man felt his way to the first room in the courtyard. He opened the door latch and sneaked in. There were two beds in the room. The sleeping monk was snoring. The young man saw the monk's neck through the dim light. He held the knife handle with one hand and pressed the back of the knife with the other. He cut down and pressed his whole body against it. There was some struggle in the night. Not long after, the young man felt his way to the other bed …
The galaxy flowed in the sky. In the temple under the starry sky, the young man staggered and killed the monks in several rooms. When he reached the last few rooms, there was finally some movement. The sound of fighting came from the room. A fat monk in disheveled clothes slammed the door. He held a stick in his hand and shouted a few times. However, the monk on night watch in the small courtyard had already spilled a large pool of blood.
The youth rushed out from behind, still holding the broken saber in his hand. His gaze was vicious, and he was like a mad tiger as he pounced forward. The fat monk raised his staff to meet the attack. His martial arts skills and strength were higher than the youth's, but in a one on one battle of life and death, victory or defeat was often not determined by this. The two sides had only exchanged two moves when the youth's head was hit by a staff. The fat monk did not have time to be happy, he staggered a few steps, and when he lowered his head, he discovered that his chest had been slashed by a saber.
The fat monk practiced martial arts on a daily basis and it was not as if he had never killed someone before. However, ganging up and fighting alone were ultimately different. He was confident that his martial arts skills would definitely be able to kill the other party. He was so nervous that he did not even feel pain when he was stabbed in the chest. Now that he saw it, he was immediately stunned. The young man dashed forward again, chopped the fat monk's head, and then quickly ran away. Circling around to the monk's back, he chopped the fat monk's saber again. The fat monk fell to the ground, and in a short moment he was no longer breathing.
At this time, another person came out of the fat monk's room. It was a woman with sleepy eyes. Most people in this era had night blindness. They had to rub their eyes to see what was going on outside. She screamed, and the young man rushed over and struck her down.
Another sound spread out from the other room. The young man's expression became anxious, and he rushed over to kick open the door. He took a look, and there was a woman's voice in the room. One of the women shouted, "Gou 'zi!" The young man called Gou 'zi knew that if there was another monk in the temple, he would definitely die. He went to open the remaining door in the temple, and when he saw that there was no one in the room, he heaved a sigh of relief. So that fat monk was the last man in the temple.
Two women from the previous room charged out, and when they saw him, they screamed and wanted to run. The young man turned his head. His face was covered in blood, and he was hit by the staff just now. Now his face was covered in blood, and he looked like an evil demon. The two women screamed, and the young man chased after them, killing the slightly taller one at the entrance of the temple. The other person was shorter, and she was a fourteen or fifteen year old girl. She ran very quickly, and the young man threw a knife from behind, hitting the girl's leg, and then she fell into the bushes.
The girl crawled in the bushes, and when she saw the evil demon like young man come closer, she cried and shouted, "Gou 'zi, don't kill me, don't kill me, we'll grow up together, I'll be your wife, I'll be your wife …" The young man walked over, and opened his mouth to roar a few times. He seemed to be hesitating, but in the end, he still struck the girl's head, and she died in the bushes.
After killing the last person, the young man sat in the bushes, and after sitting for a while, he got up shakily and returned to the temple. The small temple's main hall was still lit with incense and candles, and the smiling Maitreya Buddha sat quietly in the Shuraba. The young man rummaged through the rooms, and found some rice. He then took out the firewood iron pot and cooked a pot of rice. While he was cooking, he searched the temple again, and found gold and silver, food, and medicine. In the courtyard, he washed his wounds, poured the medicine on his wounds, and bandaged his wounds alone.
When the medicine came into contact with his wounds, the young man roared like a wild beast in the courtyard.
After a while, the food was ready. He took the slightly burnt food to the courtyard to eat, and as he ate, he could not help but cry. His tears fell onto the rice, and then he grabbed them with his hands and ate them. The night was long, and the people in the village did not know that such a tragedy had happened in the temple on the mountain. The young man found some gold and silver, a bag of millet, and a new sharp knife. He hung it together with the old knife, and then he left the place and walked towards the other side of the mountain.
The night gradually opened, the young man crossed the mountain ridges, and walked for more than ten miles. The sun gradually became blazing hot. He was tired and in pain, so he found a shady place in the mountain and slept. In the afternoon, he heard voices coming from outside. The young man got up and went to the edge of the mountain forest to take a look. Not far away, there were villagers who looked like they were looking for him, so the young man quickly set off and escaped into the woods. After walking for more than ten miles, he estimated that he had left the search area, and in front of him was a rugged and desolate unfamiliar woods.
The young man who killed people was called Gouzi, and his real name was You Hongzhuo. He grew up in the mountain village, and followed his father to practice the saber. As the saying goes, the poor study while the rich practice martial arts. Although the You family's saber technique was not bad, but because of their ancestors, their family could be considered as wealthy in the area. When You Hongzhuo was seven years old, the Lady Enlightened had already gone south to wreak havoc in the central plains. Due to the remoteness of the mountain village, the You family could still live on.
The once peaceful central plains had changed, and the small mountain village could not avoid being affected. When the army came to capture people, they were dealt with by the You family's wealth. As famine approached, the You family had some resources and could still hold on. However, when the Great Radiant Sect came to spread their teachings, You Hongzhuo's father believed in the words of the monks in the temple and was unable to extricate himself.
At that moment, the peaceful times of the central plains were long gone, and he could only search through his memories. The Great Radiant Sect took advantage of the situation and rose up, saying that these disasters were caused by the extravagance of the human world and the lack of reverence. The Buddha sent the King of Misfortune down to the lower realm, causing the Lady Enlightened to rise up. Then, he sent thirty-three great disasters to the human world to cleanse the world of the ignorant and faithless people. All these years, famine, locust plagues, black flags wreaking havoc, and wars were all examples of this. You Hongzhuo's father believed in the Great Radiant Sect and followed the teachings of the sect, donating a large amount of his family's wealth and chanting scriptures to cleanse his family's sins.
By this year, the Great Radiant Sect had taken in many people in the village. Although the You family was still able to hold on, most of the family's wealth had been transferred to the temple. The monks in the temple were still not satisfied and coveted the remaining wealth of the You family. One day, in the name of praying for rain, they sent a 'miracle'. They chose You Hongzhuo's mother and wanted to sink her into the river as an offering to the Dragon King. You Hongzhuo's father begged bitterly, saying that he was willing to use his family's wealth to appease the Dragon King's anger. However, before the matter was settled, the monks who coveted You Hongzhuo's mother tricked her into the temple to have sex.
At that time, the mountains were remote, and ordinary peasant women worked tirelessly every day, so it was difficult for them to have many beauties. The You family had a deep foundation, and You Hongzhuo's mother was originally a half scholarly woman. After marrying into the You family, You Hongzhuo's father also treated her very well. Occasionally, he would buy some rouge and face powder, and she was much more beautiful than ordinary village girls. The monks in the temple were originally composed of slightly more quick-witted villagers and hooligans, and they had coveted her for a long time. After that, Mother You was driven mad and ran out naked. The monks chased after her and killed her. They said that she had suddenly gone mad and that she had angered the Dragon King, which was a serious crime. Instead, they reprimanded the You family.
Seeing his wife die, You Hongzhuo's father came to his senses. Together with his son, he rushed to the temple with a knife in hand. However, all these years, You Hongzhuo and his son had only been foolishly practicing their knife techniques at home. Thanks to a neighbor's tip-off, a group of monks set up an ambush and defeated the You Family on the spot. You Hongzhuo's father was rumored to be quite skilled in martial arts, so the monks took care of him the most and he was beaten to death on the spot. You Hongzhuo's head was badly beaten and he fainted. Luckily, he did not die and crawled back that night.
You Hongzhuo's father had only practiced the stance of the You family's knife technique, but he did not have any actual combat experience. In the hands of You Hongzhuo, who was only ten years old and practiced the same stance every day, he did not know how to use it. However, there were many people with strange temperaments in this world. Because of his mother's death, he was enraged and rushed to the temple with his father. At first, he only wanted to fight one on one. Whatever the opponent used, he would block and counterattack. However, he was ambushed by the monks on the spot. Before he could even make a move, he was almost killed. Because of this, he was suddenly enlightened – so this was how martial arts could be used.
Once he was enlightened, he returned to the temple and killed more than ten people. Even the three women were originally neighbors of the village. The youngest girl had grown up with him and was originally his fiancée. But this year, the You family's wealth had been depleted and they were unable to provide financial aid to the other side. So the young girl was sent to the temple to be taken care of by the monks. At that time, You Hongzhuo was a little hesitant, but before he could think clearly, the knife in his hand had already slashed down.
A cup of wine in the spring breeze of peaches and plums, ten years of lantern in the night rain of Jianghu. Even though there was an overly bloody beginning, the youth's departure opened up a new world.
This year, was the eighth year of Wu Jianshuo, the sixth year since the establishment of the Great Qi Dynasty. It had been a full ten years since the Lady Zhenren first went south. This long ten years had crushed the prosperity and peace of the Central Plains that had lasted for more than two hundred years. Even the rich and populous that once existed in the memory had long become like an illusion. Youths like You Hongzhuo no longer had the impression of the Central Plains. Along the way out of the mountains, he saw mostly parched land, rustling paddy fields and fleeing pedestrians. Although it was early summer, the plague of locusts had already begun to wreak havoc.
Heaven and earth were unhurried. You Hongzhuo looked around blankly, not knowing where to go. He could only subconsciously head south. Although he did not have much experience in traveling, he was still a youth after all. He could understand a lot of things by listening and looking around. At this time, although summer had just arrived at the north of the Yellow River, there were already signs of drought in many places. After the famine and plague of locusts two years ago, many people knew that it was difficult to support them. They had already begun to abandon their homes and go south in search of a way to survive.
During the past few years of chaos in the Central Plains, this kind of thing continued year after year. At this time, in several places in the Central Plains, refugees had formed a large scale and were wreaking havoc ceaselessly. You Hongzhuo did not have much concept of these things. He lived in a relatively peaceful place in the hinterland of the Central Plains. At least he could still buy things with gold and silver. Not long after, his pockets gradually became empty. His heart was still filled with hatred. He began to target the small temples, strongholds and believers of the Cult of Light everywhere. He practiced his knife skills and stole things for a living.
In the following month, You Hongzhuo roamed everywhere, killed seven or eight people, and destroyed a small stronghold of the Cult of Light. He was young and ignorant, so he thought he was safe. But not long after, someone came looking for him. It was not his time to die. The person who came looking for him was a group of 'righteous men' who also took advantage of others. After they met and exchanged a few moves, they saw that his saber skills were swift and fierce, so they invited him to join them.
When You Hongzhuo was in his teens, he tasted Jianghu for the first time. The group of six people became sworn brothers with him. Since then, he had the first group of brothers who were like family to him. After hearing what they said, You Hongzhuo's back was covered in cold sweat. He thought that he had no background and that the Cult of Light would not be able to find him after killing people randomly and fleeing far away. In fact, the Cult of Light had been watching his whereabouts. If these six brothers had not arrived earlier, he would not have been able to escape.
There were men and women among these six brothers and sisters. They were very kind to You Hongzhuo, who had just entered Jianghu and had good kung fu.
Among them, the eldest brother was called Luan Fei. He was a middle-aged man in his forties with a scar on his face. He did not like to smile, but he was quite steady. The second brother, Lu Guangzhi, was tall and burly. His kung fu was the most admirable. The third sister, Qin Xiang, had a birthmark on her face. She was not beautiful, but she was very gentle and took good care of him. The fourth brother was called Kuang Wenbai. He was good at using a whip. The fifth brother, Yue Zheng, was good at using empty hands. He was the most cheerful. The sixth brother, Qian Heng, was two years older than him. He was also a young man who had lost his parents and was born in the streets. He was an elder brother who valued loyalty.
In the following month, the group of seven traveled hundreds of miles and picked two Cult of Light's strongholds after careful scouting. Every day, when there was nothing to do, the seven of them would gather together to talk about Jianghu and the world. The fifth brother, Yue Zheng, was the most familiar with these and loved to talk about them. As he talked non-stop, You Hongzhuo gradually understood the situation of the world and the legends of the forest.
Sometimes, Yue Zheng would talk about the origin of the Cult of Light and the uprising that had stirred up Tiannan. The heroes of the previous generation — Sacred Duke Fang La, the Demonic Cult's female Saint Sikong Nan, and Fang Baihua — had fought against each other. In the end, only a few of them had managed to survive, and they had picked up the pieces. That was how the Great Radiant Sect of today had come to be.
Sometimes, he would talk about the undefeatable legend of the world's number one expert, the 'Iron Arm' Zhou Dong. When the Jurchen invaded the south, he led a group of heroes to the north to fight. His steel spear, the 'Crouching Blue Dragon', almost killed the Guhan. When he talked about how the old hero had died in the battle, You Hongzhuo's eyes would inevitably turn red and his voice would choke.
Sometimes, they would talk about the legend of the revolutionary army when the Gold Men were wreaking havoc. They would talk about Huang Tiandang's battle that made people sigh. Sometimes, they would talk about the most complicated and mysterious Great Grandmaster "Inner Demon" Ning Yi. They would talk about how violent he was when he killed the emperor. They would talk about how he had suppressed the Jurchen with his black flag in the northwest a few years ago. They would also talk about how the mess he had left behind had caused great trouble for the Qi Kingdom. In the past two years, although there would occasionally be rumors that the Inner Demon had not died, most people were still inclined to believe that the Inner Demon had died.
When they talked about how the Jurchen had brutally massacred almost all the people in the northwest after that battle, You Hongzhuo could not help but join the others in cursing the Golden Dogs for being heartless and wishing that he could kill them with his own hands.
At this time, many of the heroes had already passed away. Now, the greatest forces that occupied the north of the Yellow River were probably Tiger King Tian Hu, who had his own territory; Pingdong General Li Xizhi, who was guarding the areas of Hebei and Shandong; Righteous Teacher Wang Juyun, who had millions of people; and the Great Radiant Sect, which had taken the opportunity to spread among the people and had countless believers, led by the world's number one expert, Lin Zongwu. As for the hundreds of thousands of "hungry ghosts" led by Wang Shitong, the Eight-Armed Dragon King, and other revolutionary army forces, they could not be compared to these people because their foundations were not strong enough.
These incidents had broadened You Hongzhuo's horizons to a place that he had never thought of in the past. He fantasized about roaming the pugilistic world with these people and making an unimaginable name for himself one day. However, the complexity of the pugilistic world would soon come upon him.
One day after they had become sworn brothers, the seven of them were resting in the mountains. While You Hongzhuo was cultivating, he heard his fourth brother, Kuang Wenbai, and his eldest brother quarreling not far away. Not long after, Qin Xiang joined in to persuade them. Lu Guangzhi also went over. The few of them were talking faster and more and more intense. Before You Hongzhuo could figure out what was going on, someone had already surrounded them from the forest.
He only heard his eldest brother, Luan Fei, bellowing furiously, "You're a traitor!" Then, a chaotic fight broke out. The experts of the Great Radiant Sect's branch rushed over. You Hongzhuo only had time to see his eldest brother, Luan Fei, and his fourth brother, Kuang Wenbai, fighting each other. After that, there was only blood before his eyes.
The branch leader of the Great Radiant Sect, Tan Zheng, who was nicknamed the "Heavenly Blade of the River North", had personally led the team over. They were not people that the few people who had sworn brothers in the pugilistic world could defend against. You Hongzhuo watched as his third sister, Qin Xiang, had her arm and head chopped off by the other party. He fought with all his might. In the end, he did not even know how he had managed to escape while bathed in blood. When he had temporarily escaped from the pursuit, he was once again alone.
Many years later, when he thought about it, that incident might have been caused by his eldest brother and fourth brother's unequal distribution of the loot, or perhaps it was because the experts of the Great Radiant Sect had placed all their attention on his brothers and sisters, allowing him to luckily escape from the encirclement. However, the complexity of the pugilistic world was hard for him to imagine and estimate at that time. He bandaged his wounds and fled in a daze.
At that moment, he had finally run out of gold, silver, and rice. He had eaten the last of his rations, and his surroundings were extremely barren. The rice and wheat in the fields had long been eaten up by locusts, and it was hard to find fruits in the mountains. Occasionally, he would eat locusts as food. As his fifth brother, Le Zheng, had told him many heroic stories, although he had brought along a blade and there were occasionally people in the vicinity, he did not use it to snatch them.
The believers of the Great Radiant Sect were everywhere, and he hid in the dark, not daring to expose himself too much. On this day, he had been starving for four to five consecutive days. He collapsed under the eaves of a house from hunger, knowing that he was going to die. However, as he was dying, someone came out from the room and carefully fed him a bowl of rice soup.
Because of this, he was lucky enough to not die. After he woke up, he wanted to thank the person, but the person only locked the doors and windows in the house, unwilling to come out and not saying a word. You Hongzhuo walked away shakily. In the mountains not far away, he was finally lucky enough to dig up a few roots and wild vegetables to satisfy his hunger.
He escaped like this for another two days. On the evening of this day, he met a few travelers in a run-down temple in the mountains. At that time, the refugees were all over the place, so it was not a strange thing to meet such people occasionally. The roof of the temple in the mountains was still covered by tiles. There were about two families gathered there, and one of them had about seven people. It was a group of adults who had brought their families and children to escape to the south. They had baggage and some rice, so they raised firewood in the temple to cook. On the other side, there was a man and a woman who were traveling far away. They seemed to be husband and wife. The wife had a veil on her face and occupied a corner to eat some rations. They had even brought along a young mule.
You Hongzhuo looked at the family of seven people and remembered that he himself was also a family of seven brothers and sisters. He couldn't help but feel sad, and his eyes turned red in the corner. He carried two knives on his back, but he was quite vigilant. The man with the sturdy figure held a stick, and he was always on guard against this side. You Hongzhuo saw them eating porridge, but did not disturb them. He only ate the bitter roots of the wild vegetables in the corner to satisfy his hunger.
That night, it rained. The three parties who met by chance stayed in the run-down temple for the night. The next morning, the group of seven people got up and packed up for the journey. The husband of the couple used the firewood he collected in the temple last night to make a fire. He took out an iron pot and cooked a small pot of porridge. The fragrance of rice wafted over. You Hongzhuo's stomach was empty, so he hid in the corner and pretended to sleep. But he could not help but take out the last bit of root and eat it.
He was still secretly eating when the man came over with a bowl of porridge and placed it beside him. He said, "Meeting by chance is fate. Have a bowl."
He took the other two bowls of porridge and went over to share it with his wife.
You Hongzhuo sat up subconsciously. His first thought was to reject the offer, but he could not bear the hunger in his stomach and could not say the words of rejection. He took the bowl of porridge and tried his best to eat it slowly with a straight face. When he returned the bowl to the couple, he only bowed slightly and nodded with a straight face. If he was slightly more experienced, he might have said some words of thanks. But at this moment, he could not even say a word.
Not long ago, when he was about to starve to death, he had received a bowl of rice soup under the roof. Now, there was another bowl of porridge. It was as if telling him that the world was not so bad that it made him feel despair.
But after a short while, despair came. Eight men came from afar. Two of them were riding horses while the other six were walking. When they arrived at the dilapidated temple, they came face to face with You Hongzhuo. One of the men on the horse recognized You Hongzhuo right away. These eight men were all members of the Great Radiant Sect and were experts who had been following He Shuo's Heavenly Blade Tan Zheng. The man in the lead was in his forties and also carried a long blade. He waved his hand and surrounded the run-down temple.
"The Great Radiant Sect is looking for the culprit. This person has killed our sect's people and is an extremely evil person. Who are you and why are you with him? If you are not implicated, leave quickly! "
The family of seven had eaten some food and had just finished packing up. Seeing the eight people standing guard in front of them, they hurriedly left. The couple at the side also packed up the metal pot and were about to put it into a cloth bag and carry it on the back of the green mule. When the family that had left first arrived at the temple, one of the eight people stopped them and shouted, "Do you have any official documents?" "What is your relationship with that bandit?" "Did you help him to take anything away?" The seven of them hurriedly explained, but they could not avoid being searched.
You Hongzhuo's injuries had not healed yet and he knew that he was out of luck. He had just finished drinking the hot porridge and his chest was burning, but he did not want to implicate anyone. He pulled out his blade and said, "What Great Radiant Sect? You're just like bandits. The one you want to kill is me. What does this have to do with the weak? If you have the guts, go against me! "
The leader of the Great Radiant Sect's swordsman had a cold gaze. "You ignorant child. When I, Brother Tan, became famous, you were still drinking your mother's milk. You can't even hold your blade steadily. You're about to die, yet you still dare to act like a hero … "He paused for a moment and then walked forward." Fine. If you have the guts to attack, I'll chop off your left hand first! "
As the swordsman with the surname Tan spoke, You Hongzhuo had already rushed forward with his two blades. After he had comprehended that in a battle between life and death, he had to go all out in a fight. Thus, he had naturally simplified the moves of the blade techniques he had learned. At this moment, he moved his two blades and the force of his blade was fierce and sharp. He pounced forward, but the other party had already said the words "chop off your left hand". Blade light flashed in the air and You Hongzhuo's left hand dodged to the side. Blood splattered as his left arm had been ruthlessly slashed. The worn-out long blade that he had brought with him was also sent flying.
The swordsman with the surname Tan said, "I'll kick your face again." It was as if thunder had exploded on You Hongzhuo's face, and he was sent flying. His head buzzed, and his mouth was filled with blood from the kick. His back only came to a stop after crashing into the wall. This swordsman was the younger brother of the "River God's Heavenly Blade" Tan Zheng. Although he was not as famous as the "River God's Heavenly Blade", when compared to You Hongzhuo, the difference was like the difference between heaven and earth. He walked toward You Hongzhuo step by step. Not far away, a voice rang out, "This blade technique is still alright." The swordsman with the surname Tan said, "Your blade technique is really too weak. Go and die!"
The two voices mixed together, showing a slight disharmony. You Hongzhuo leaped up with force, spitting out blood as he rolled on the ground. The swordsman with the surname Tan swung his blade against the mud wall of the dilapidated temple, leaving behind many marks. At this moment, the family of seven was being searched by the Great Radiant Church's followers. The woman in the middle had been searched a few times, but she did not dare to say anything despite being furious. Another couple led their young mule over. Their gazes turned in the direction of the battle. The one who had spoken earlier seemed to be the veiled wife. The swordsman with the surname Tan turned back to take a look. One of the followers had already come over. When he heard the words "this blade technique is still alright", he shouted, "Who are you people?!" He then stretched out his hand toward the woman.
At that moment, You Hongzhuo only thought that he was about to die. His head buzzed, and he did not manage to see the scene in detail. In fact, if he had seen it clearly, it would probably be hard to describe the subtle scene at that moment.
When the follower stretched out his hand, the woman also stretched out her hand, grabbing onto the hilt of the blade at the follower's waist.
This matter was both casual and strange. It was because at that moment, the follower from the Great Radiant Church had also stretched out his hand to pull out his blade. His action of grabbing onto the hilt of the blade was a moment too slow, and the woman's hand casually pulled out the blade. With a turn of the blade light, it swept past the person's cheek and then slashed towards the left side of the face. At the same time the blade light slashed down, the woman took a step forward and stretched out her hand to grab the sword in another follower's hand. With a swoosh, she made a turn and stabbed it into another person's neck. She then moved forward and grabbed another two blades in a strange manner. She stabbed them one after the other, and with another swoosh, one blade pierced into another person's throat, while the other blade was inserted into the other person's chest.
You Hongzhuo only managed to see a little of this scene. In the past, whenever he brandished his blade or slashed at people, there would always be whistling sounds of wind breaking. The more ferocious and fast the blade was, the more the blade light would wreak havoc. However, the woman's simple movements at this moment did not produce any blade light or whistling sounds. She used her long blade to slash forward and backward, and even when she stabbed into someone's chest, there was no sound at all. It was as if the long blade had returned to its sheath silently. By the time it stopped, it had already been deeply embedded into the person's chest.
A long blade flew toward the swordsman with the surname Tan. The swordsman almost instinctively dodged it, and then he unconsciously said, "I'm the elder brother of the Saber King Tan Yan of the Heshuo Heavenly Saber, Tan Zheng. Who are you to dare make an enemy out of the Great Radiant Church —" His words were spoken in a very urgent and urgent manner. You Hongzhuo only saw the woman's figure following him like a shadow, and with a few moves, they were already several dozen feet apart. The blade in Tan Yan's hand danced in the wind, but there was no sound of metal clashing in the air. After the man finished speaking, Tan Yan stopped several dozen feet away, and the woman pulled out a small blade from his throat.
It was naturally impossible to pull out a blade from a person's throat out of thin air. However, at this moment, it was as if the woman had not swung the blade and had only pulled it out of thin air. You Hongzhuo heard her mumble, "Even Lin Eechan doesn't dare to speak to me like this …"
On the other side, the family of seven stood there in a daze. The husband of the couple was still standing there with his black mule, while the seven members of the Great Radiant Church around him were all dead. They had either been stabbed in the throat, face, or chest, and had collapsed. Fresh blood spurted all over the ground, and the mountain wind blew over, forming a bloody and strange scene.
The veiled woman walked over and said to You Hongzhuo, "Your blade technique is quite interesting. Who did you learn it from?"
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