Li Heita chopped down with his axes for a short distance of three inches. It seemed like an extremely long time. It was no longer a chop, but a death push.
Li Heita's heels were already raised as he let out a crazy roar. The axes finally touched the sleeves of this young bastard!
Li Heita's sleeves were cut open, and the cold edge of the giant axes touched his skin. He grimaced as if he was possessed. His whole body's Qi was boiling and surging to his arms.
Hsu Fengnian frowned slightly. He shook his arms and bounced the axes away.
A kick landed on Li Heita's chest, and the burly man's hands split open, causing blood to flow out. He fell back.
Xu Fengnian effortlessly grabbed Li Heita's wrist and broke it with a twist. He took Xuan Hua's broad axe and Jin Que Mountain Splitting Axe. With a twist of his hand, Xu Fengnian turned into Li Heita holding two axes in his hands.
Li Heita fell to the ground with a blank mind. He propped himself up with his elbows, turned around, and ran.
Hsu Fengnian didn't say anything and waved an axe, stabbing it into the back of the burly man. Li Heita pounced forward with the huge force of the axe and stabbed the burly man's head.
The corpse fell to the ground.
He couldn't be any more dead.
Hsu Fengnian looked down at his arms and mocked himself, "In the end, I'm still not at the true Vajra Realm."
Old Copper Coin's face was pale. Seeing this devil who had killed two people in a row walk towards him, he was about to take out the gunpowder tube to send a message. However, after being caught, he quickly retracted it as if it was scalding his hand. He even threw away his podao and knelt down to beg for mercy, "Hero, please spare my life. I have old people and young children to take care of, and it's not easy to raise a family on the border. I was blinded by lard, so I schemed against the Fish-dragon Gang. Young Master Xu, please forgive me. Today's matter was planned by that pretty boy Song Diao 'er and that grandson Xiao Qiang. Every injustice has its perpetrator, and every debt has its debtor. Young Master Xu, if you want to kill me, you have to find them first! I will kowtow to you … "
Old Copper Coin spoke incoherently and kept kowtowing.
"Alright, then I'll find trouble with those two first."
As Hsu Fengnian said these words, he was checking the abnormal flow of Qi of this horse bandit. Lowering his head could hide the malice in his eyes, but the muscle texture of his fists could not hide the killing intent. His Royal Highness sneered and kicked the horse bandit's head off his shoulder. The head rolled far away with blood and finally stopped at Xiao Qiang's feet.
Xiao Qiang's eyes widened. His eyes were bloodshot. He didn't look at the head at his feet. He only stared at the young disciple of the General's Residence.
Three out of the five had died. Song Diao 'er was still rather calm, but he didn't have the confident bearing he had before. He said bitterly, "Young Master Xu, since you're already an immortal who has stepped into the Vajra Realm, why bother with ants like us? As long as Young Master Xu is willing to let Song Diao' er go, I'm willing to kill Xiao Qiang myself. Song Diao 'er will also bring some men to check the belongings of the three people on the ground and hand them over to Young Master. In the future, Song Diao 'er and his descendants will set up a memorial tablet in Young Master Xu's honor. Incense will continue to burn! "
The sword in Xiao Qiang's hand trembled. He cursed, "Song Diao 'er, you're worse than a pig or a dog!"
Song Diao 'er completely ignored Xiao Qiang's curses. He only carefully bent his waist and faced the young devil of unknown origin. Seeing the expressionless face of this young master who hadn't even drawn his saber half an inch out of its sheath, he continued, "After Song Diao' er kills Xiao Qiang, if Young Master Xu is still not satisfied, Song Diao 'er can cut off one of my arms to show my sincerity."
Hsu Fengnian smiled and said, "Okay."
Then he saw a good show of brothers killing each other.
After the time it took to burn a stick of incense, Xiao Qiang, who had left his sword and reached perfection, fell into a pool of blood, dying.
Song Diao 'er, who had always given people the impression of focusing on scheming and rarely fighting, was actually an expert close to the Second Rank with a flexible sword at his waist. It seemed that a weak scholar who could make a name for himself could still make a pure martial artist look at him in a different light if he really practiced martial arts. However, Song Diao 'er didn't have it easy either. His body was covered with cuts and bruises, and his scholar's green robe was badly torn. He sat cross-legged, looking battered and exhausted.
Hsu Fengnian approached Deputy Gang Leader Xiao, who was panting more than he was inhaling. He squatted down and said with a chuckle, "How does it feel to fight with a brother you've known for many years and die in the hands of your brother? I know you have a very promising son, and I also know that you betrayed the Fish-dragon Gang this time in order to help Xiao Ling. Don't worry, I'll give this boy a chance. I'll send him a secret letter using your tone and handwriting. If he's not tempted and doesn't want to be the leader of the Fish-dragon Gang, you can just be like Wang Dashi's father and die for the Fish-dragon Gang. Xiao Ling won't suffer much for the rest of his life. If he's tempted … "
The answer was obvious.
How could Xiao Qiang not know his son's temperament? He couldn't speak, but blood gushed out of his mouth. Obviously, he was extremely angry, but unfortunately, he didn't have the spirit to be angry.
Hsu Fengnian pointed to the top of his head, and then said flatly, "I know you want to say that I'm unreasonable, but why should I reason with a person like you?"
Xiao Qiang died with his eyes wide open.
As for whether this old swordsman who should have been able to enjoy the hard-earned glory and wealth, other than anger, no one knew.
Seeing Hsu Fengnian stand up and turn around, Song Diao 'er wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said with a smile, "Young Master, please let me say a few more words. I know I'm going to die, but instead of being easily killed by you, it's better to show off what I've learned in my life. Just treat it as showing off my slight skill in front of an expert. The reason why I didn't even want to send a letter to the 36 horsemen is because I'm afraid that these brothers who have followed me will die in vain. Hey, one of the second-in-command has liked my concubine and daughter-in-law for many years, but because of their brotherhood, he stopped because of his love for her. I'm confident that even if I die here today, he will collect my corpse and won't have any relationship with that woman. On our border, there are no more honest people like him than Young Master Xu, who is in the Vajra Realm. The youngest of my brothers, 16 years old, only taught him about 40 words. It's a pity … "
Song Diao 'er chattered for the time it takes to burn a stick of incense. Although he wanted to continue, seeing Hsu Fengnian's aura change, he obediently closed his eyes and waited for death.
After waiting for what seemed like an eternity, Song Diao 'er opened his eyes and subconsciously looked into the distance. He saw the Young Master with the saber standing in the same place.
The next moment, Song Diao 'er, who had been at the gates of hell, was completely stiff and cold. The fear in his heart was so strong that even if he had seen that fellow kill three of his peers, told Xiao Qiang to die unhappily with a calm tone, and closed his eyes to wait for death, it would still be strong!
A jade-green dagger was suspended in front of his forehead!
The two-inch sword was slightly trembling.
Because it was too close, Song Diao 'er did not notice it at first.
Flying sword!
Song Diao 'er cried tears of joy and laughed as if he had gone mad.
Flying sword, it really was a flying sword!
He was a swordsman who had been cultivating tirelessly on the path of the sword.
In his life, to be able to see the flying sword of an immortal, even if he died, he would have no regrets! Even if he died, he would have no regrets? As a mounted bandit, who the f * ck was a saint?
The Young Master with the saber raised his arm and the two-inch flying sword flashed away.
Hsu Fengnian slowed down his breathing and said calmly, "Song Diao 'er, if you had money, a familiar horse, and a backer, would you be able to control a small mountain with three hundred riders?"
Song Diao 'er was stunned and did not recover for a moment.
Hsu Fengnian suppressed the warmth in his throat and said with a frown, "After you have finished healing, go to Youzhou and find a military officer called Huangfu Xi. Tell him that the one surnamed Xu wants you to go find him. If you ask him for men, money, and horses, he will naturally agree. If I come back and find out that you are careless, not to mention building a temple for me, even if you build a hundred temples, you and your thirty-six brothers will all die. "
Hsu Fengnian turned around and did not wipe away the blood flowing from his nose. He was cursing in his heart. It was not easy to pretend to be a peerless master. In order to show off his flying sword, the Qi in his body was already fluctuating like the tide in Guangling. If he continued to hold on, he would be exposed.
Fortunately, in Song Diao 'er's eyes, this Young Master Xu, even if he walked very slowly, was extremely otherworldly and elegant.
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(PS1: Today I said I would upload two chapters during the day. This ten-thousand-word chapter is only one chapter. But if I don't upload the second chapter in time, of course, it must be a loser slacking off again. Please don't scold me … PS2: Remember to add Sina Weibo to follow ~)
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