(Second Update)
Time flew by and the sand between one's fingers could not be grasped tightly. The past could not be retained.
Half a month had passed.
There were three figures in a secret hall of the Royal Family of Suppressing Sword Country.
"Your Highness, all the information has been collected. It's all here." A gloomy voice was heard but there was no reply. It was as though the voice disappeared into nothingness. It was very strange.
"Oh, very good." A light voice was heard and it was filled with carelessness. Then, there was the sound of someone flipping through a book.
"Sword Ghost, Sword Demon, Sword Maniac …"
"Hehe, all sorts of monsters have really appeared."
"Your Highness, according to initial estimates, these people have at least 100 sword seals." The gloomy voice was filled with excitement.
100 sword seals!
If they were all killed, they would be able to obtain hundreds of sword seals. What a shocking number!
The breathing of the three people in the Secret Hall quickened.
"Your Highness, the net has been laid. Should we close it?" Another voice was heard and it was filled with a sharp killing intent.
"No, wait a little longer. It's not the right time yet. Wait a little longer. Wait until the end, it'll be the time for the big harvest."
All the voices were silenced. The secret hall returned to dead silence as though there was no one in sight.
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Thousand Blades Mountain!
This was a famous mountain in Suppressing Sword Country. It was famous because there was a mountain stronghold on Thousand Blades Mountain called Thousand Blades Stronghold.
It was a bandit group.
Thousand Blades Stronghold had existed for decades because the mountain was rugged and difficult to climb. It was easy to defend but difficult to attack. In addition, there were thousands of bandits in Thousand Blades Stronghold and they were guarded by heavy crossbows. There were also hundreds of expert swordsmen and their leader was a veteran Sword Principle Grandmaster.
If Suppressing Sword Country wanted to eliminate such a bandit group, they would have to use at least several times the number of soldiers and experts. They would also have to pay a high price.
Even a Sword Principle Grandmaster could not guarantee that they could eliminate the bandit group.
After all, there were heavy crossbows that could break through the city walls. Once a Sword Principle Grandmaster was hit by such a heavy crossbow, he would be killed instantly.
The price to pay to eliminate Thousand Blades Stronghold was too high. Therefore, Thousand Blades Stronghold could exist for decades and develop continuously to become one of the strongest forces in the world.
There were too few forces that could have a Sword Principle Grandmaster.
Moreover, a Sword Principle Grandmaster had a high status.... Grandmasters who became Sword Principle Grandmasters could enjoy the country's offerings.........
The Thousand Blades Mountain was like a huge sharp blade that pointed to the sky. It was over a thousand meters tall, and there were no plants growing on the mountain. Instead, it was filled with steep rocks. The only path was a winding path that could barely allow two people to walk side by side.
A silhouette appeared and killed the two bandits on guard at the foot of the mountain before quickly climbing the mountain.
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This was because Chen Zong had sensed the presence of a Sword Mark on the mountain.
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In an instant, hundreds of sharp arrows pierced through the air. Every one of them was a well-trained archer with good archery skills.
Shooting arrows from a high vantage point, without a doubt, they had the advantage of the terrain. Coupled with their well-trained skills, the hundreds of arrows were like a swarm of flying locusts. It was very frightening, and it made Chen Zong's hair stand on end.
This was the 30th Sword Mark branded person that Chen Zong had found through the Lone Ranger Alliance.
In addition, there were also Sword Mark branded people who met on their own. Chen Zong now had more than 40 Sword Mark branded people on the back of his left hand. He could sense the fluctuations of other Sword Marks within a range of more than 40,000 meters.
"Shoot him to death." In Thousand Blades Stronghold on Thousand Blades Mountain, a young man with a black eyepatch over his left eye had disheveled hair and a ferocious look on his face.
He was the one who had been branded with the sword mark, and he was also the current chief of the Thousand-Blade Stronghold. As for the chief of the Thousand-Blade Stronghold, who was a veteran Sword Dao grandmaster, he had already killed him in front of everyone.
The other members of the Thousandblade Stronghold submitted to him because those who didn't submit had already been eliminated.
In the stronghold, two large heavy crossbows had already been set up with huge bolts as thick as thighs. They were constantly adjusting their angles and aiming at Chen Zong.
This large heavy crossbow was a siege crossbow. With one shot, it could directly shatter a thick city gate. Even the hardest city walls would be destroyed. It was very powerful.
It was easier to attack a city gate or city wall because the target was large.
However, it was more difficult to use it to attack a moving swordsman. It had to be constantly adjusted according to the opponent's movements. It also required a high level of judgment and so on.
This required a very experienced crossbowman. Such crossbowmen were rare and precious. However, Thousand Blades Stronghold happened to have two of them.
Hundreds of arrows were aimed at Chen Zong as they pierced through the air. Chen Zong's figure became ethereal in an instant, as if he was swaying in the wind, leaving behind afterimages.
He unsheathed his sword and stirred up a whirlwind. It swept through the surroundings and covered a radius of ten meters.
When the arrows entered the ten-meter radius, they were all swept away by the whirlwind and slowed down. The closer they got to Chen Zong, the more powerless they became. They were all dodged by Chen Zong.
"How is this possible?" The hundreds of strong archers' expressions changed drastically. It was simply unbelievable. Even a Grandmaster Swordsman could not do it.
"I'll do it." Third Bandit Chief picked up a strong bow, aimed, and fired.
After the sharp arrow was shot, an extremely sharp and terrifying sound was heard.
This arrow immediately made Chen Zong's hair stand on end. It was as if he would be shot through.
He swung his sword!
Slash!
The sharp arrow was shot, but it was instantly slashed away by Chen Zong's sword.
Rushing forward, Chen Zong burst forth with astonishing speed, flying up rapidly.
Two muffled sounds were heard at the same time.
It was the sound of a heavy crossbow being fired.
The sound was as terrifying as a tsunami. It tore through a hurricane and carried a terrifying power that could shatter everything. It shot from two directions.
Fast!
Fierce!
Extremely terrifying!
Chen Zong felt suffocated.
Even if his body had reached the limit of the human body, he could not resist such a killing weapon. As soon as he touched it, he would be hit and shattered.
His heartbeat reached its peak in an instant. The sound of the wind became distant. Everything in front of him seemed to be stretched and distorted. It was like a dream.
Everything had become so unreal.
Thump … Thump … Thump …
His heart beat wildly and his blood gushed out like a flood breaking through a dam. The powerful force, like a volcanic eruption, instantly rushed to his limbs and bones.
His feet kicked on the stone stairs of the mountain path. The stairs were shattered. Chen Zong rushed forward. The sword in his hand turned into a roaring wind and thunder in an instant.
It was as if it could cut through everything.
In an instant, two sharp sounds were heard. The long sword vibrated. Chen Zong only felt two forces rushing through the sword, as if they were going to shatter his palm.
At the same time, his body also shuttled between the heavy crossbows.
The two heavy crossbows crossed each other and shot down the mountain. They hit two boulders that weighed thousands of kilograms. With a boom, the boulders were smashed into pieces. Stone fragments sputtered.
In the world of ordinary people, this kind of power was terrifying.
Go!
Another round of arrows was shot, but Chen Zong dodged them one by one. There was nothing he could do.
Then, Chen Zong shook his left hand. Ten copper sword leaves appeared in his hand. He threw them out in an instant.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! The ten copper sword leaves turned into ten streams of light and cut through the necks of ten archers in an instant.
Blood spurted out!
Many people knew that money could kill. Because as long as you paid enough money, you could get someone to kill for you. But it was the first time they had seen people kill with money.
Another ten copper sword leaves.
Soon, hundreds of archers were shot to death.
Chen Zong also rushed into the mountain stronghold. His body moved like the wind, killing one with every step.
"Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful." The young man with the eyepatch over his left eye carried a long sword on his back. He walked over while clapping his hands. With a playful smile on his face, he said, "But now, how much strength do you have left?"
Indeed, climbing up from the foot of the mountain required a bit of energy. Furthermore, they had to face wave after wave of arrows, which also consumed a lot of energy. Especially the attacks of the two heavy crossbows, which consumed a lot of energy in an instant.
It also consumed a lot of strength to rush into the mountain stronghold and kill hundreds of archers.
This was the outside world. He could use all his cultivation. His body was only at the level of an ordinary person.
"It's enough to kill you," Chen Zong said unhurriedly.
"Is that so? In that case, then …" The one-eyed man waved his hand. Suddenly, the other bandits rushed in from all directions with swords in their hands.
There were more than a thousand people. Even if they stood there and let him kill, it would take a long time and a lot of strength to kill.
There was no doubt that the opponent's purpose was to consume his strength.
Without the slightest hesitation, Chen Zong immediately bit into a Profound Qi Pill that was already in his mouth.
A warm current surged within his body and quickly spread out, replenishing the energy he had consumed.
Chen Zong held his sword and rushed directly to the one-eyed man without hesitation.
Behead!
Otherwise, even with the Essential Qi Pill, he would be exhausted after killing more than a thousand bandits.
The one-eyed man did not intend to fight with Chen Zong, at least not now. He planned to consume Chen Zong's strength first and then kill him in the end.
He was waiting for the enemy to come to him.
Chen Zong waved his hand and the copper leaf flew out again, killing the bandits in front of him.
He was as fast as the wind and as fast as a cheetah.
Go, go, go!
He rushed out and left a bloody path.
With the sword in hand, no one in the world could stop him. This kind of belief was shocking.
The Sword of Killing!
This time around, Chen Zong unleashed all of his killing intent, blasting out in all directions.
The bandits who surrounded him were all stunned. They felt their minds go blank and their bodies trembled uncontrollably. They were inexplicably frightened.
Chen Zong passed by them and approached the one-eyed man.
"You're really difficult to deal with. So, I have to kill you myself." The one-eyed man seemed to be helpless, but his right eye was full of ridicule.
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