The macheteman had no intention of engaging in a horse battle with the remaining city riders. The mount suddenly neighed in pain, its four legs seemed to have been crushed by a heavy weight. The macheteman on the back of the horse soared into the air, turning around in midair and stabbing at the two riders. The two riders only saw a shadow sweep over their heads.
Their heads were cut off by a sweep of his leg. Their bodies rolled into the yellow mud in the distance.
The handsome swordsman, who had never drawn his saber, stood on the back of a galloping horse. He tapped the ground with the tip of his foot, and his body shot toward another cavalryman like an arrow leaving the bowstring. After a few leaps, he kicked the cavalryman in the chest, and the cavalryman in armor was brutally crushed to death. The cavalryman was separated from his horse one by one, and his internal organs were shattered into a mess.
Other than the second rider, the rest of the ten riders were all dead.
The frightened lieutenant asked in a low voice, "General, should we send someone to report to the city?"
Tao Qianzhi nodded. He leaned over and patted his horse's head. He said calmly, "You twenty riders will scatter and return to the city. Don't worry about me."
The lieutenant's eyes turned red. He called out in a hoarse voice, "General."
Tao Qianzhi smiled. "How can I die so easily? I also don't want to die here."
After Tao Qianzhi finished speaking, he coldly said, "Listen, return to the city!"
After a brief hesitation, the twenty riders left with hatred in their hearts.
The young macheteman didn't stop them. He jumped off his horse and onto the official road. Obviously, he only had eyes for Tao Qianzhi today.
Tao Qianzhi was sitting high on his pale golden Ferghana horse, with one hand holding the reins and the other holding the broadsword. With a calm demeanor he asked in a loud voice, "Did that puppy Murong Zhangtai send you to assassinate me?"
The assassin standing on the road didn't say a word. He just walked toward the remaining city magistrate.
Tao Qianzhi sneered. "Could it be Princess Hongyan's new male companion? How did this little girl's standards suddenly increase so much? Interesting. "
Tao Qianzhi, who was wearing an excellent black armor, jumped off his horse and patted his horse's neck. The psychic ferghana horse trotted away reluctantly. It neighed and paced back and forth a few dozen feet away, impatiently stomping its hooves.
The burly Tao Qianzhi seemed to know that the assassin would not reveal anything, so he did not waste any more words. The moment he drew his broadsword, killing intent filled the air. As the two sides charged at each other, the official road was immediately filled with murderous aura. It was actually far more imposing than when the young assassin had clashed with the ten riders.
Tao Qianzhi's saber technique was simple and unadorned, simple and quick; it was a killing move that he had honed during his military life. There was absolutely no sloppiness in his movements. The two men, who were determined to leave behind one of their corpses, collided with a loud bang. The Mang Saber hacked down on the short saber's scabbard. Obviously the Mang Saber did not have the extravagant hope of killing the enemy in one strike, because it had accumulated seventy to eighty percent of its strength. Therefore, the saber edge slid down with unparalleled swiftness.
It was aimed at the young swordsman's abdomen. The young swordsman did not draw his saber. He only used the scabbard to block the attack. He did not look at the tip of the saber that was about to touch his abdomen. He twisted his right wrist, and the short saber in the scabbard left his hand. It spun in front of him and formed a perfect circle without any gaps. When the raindrops that covered the sky and earth hit the circle, they were rebounded. Tao Qianzhi narrowed his eyes. The tip of his saber did not shrink back. He suddenly exerted force, trying to pierce through the circle that was no thicker than the scabbard.
The tip of the Mang Saber rubbed against the simple scabbard, producing an ear-piercing sound of metal and stone colliding.
Tao Qianzhi's Qi flowed like a spring, layer upon layer. In an instant, he multiplied his arm strength several times, and the tip of his saber blossomed with a bright white light.
The young assassin retreated. He did not see how he touched the scabbard, but he was pulled back. His right hand swept out in a subtle angle, and the scabbard in his hand spun rapidly around the tip of the saber like a viper. Then, it climbed up and was about to chop off Tao Qianzhi's wrist that was holding the saber.
Tao Qianzhi pulled back his hand slightly and snorted coldly. "Where did this unorthodox saber technique come from? Insignificant skill!"
This cavalry general, who had always been famous for his horse battles in Gusai, swung his sleeves. His Mang Saber successfully knocked away the strange scabbard that was still spinning incessantly. Seeing that the person in front of him was unarmed, his Mang Saber shone brightly and was about to break the silent assassin's chest. However, when Tao Qianzhi saw the assassin's right arm pull back and then pull back, he became vigilant. He used the Thousand Pounds Fall. His feet sank deep into the mud, and he lowered his head to avoid the scabbard that was about to cut his head. Tao Qianzhi, who had dodged the attack, pulled out the tip of his foot, splashing a large piece of mud as he pounced on the young swordsman with endless strange techniques. Both of his hands gripped the hilt of his saber. His robust body leaned forward, and with a strong momentum, he crashed into the young swordsman with his saber. The scabbard did not cut off Tao Qianzhi's neck, but it did not fall to the ground. Instead, it circled in the air like a swallow and came to the assassin's left hand. With a flick of his finger, the scabbard left his hand in the blink of an eye and stabbed toward Tao Qianzhi.
Somewhat aggrieved, Tao Qianzhi twisted his Mang Saber and rolled his body along with it. He stood still on the side of the official road and stared at the assassin who had accurately controlled the scabbard to kill with a flick of his finger. He laughed sinisterly, "It's actually the Flying Saber of the Jianghu boors! Let me see how long you can do it in one go! "
The scabbard was like a nimble swallow circling around the beam. Every time the swordsman flicked his finger, it would circle incessantly.
Neither side gave the other a chance to rest. The white light of the Mang Saber was like a firefly. Tao Qianzhi rolled his saber and moved away.
The scabbard circled in the air like a swallow, constantly colliding with the Mang Saber. In contrast, Tao Qianzhi, who was full of murderous intent, was unable to restrain his anger. The rolling momentum of his saber was terrifying. The assassin, who was none other than Beiliang and His Royal Highness, was much more leisurely. On the official road, he used the Flying Saber that he had stolen from Xiao Qiang outside the Tumbling Horse Pass and the Fish-dragon Gang's Master's Three Cupped Fists. He had mastered it thoroughly and was strolling leisurely. He seemed to know when to advance and when to retreat. He already had a somewhat lofty grand master's demeanor.
There was once an old man wearing a sheepskin fur coat who made an immortal kneel with an umbrella.
The scabbard of the Spring Thunder had failed several times against Tao Qianzhi's armor. Hsu Fengnian's eyes suddenly became fierce. The sword intent in his chest suddenly poured out like a river. He unbelievably used the Flying Saber's scabbard to perform the embryonic form of the Sword Qi Rolling Dragon Wall.
The scabbard closed and the Spring Thunder finally returned to Hsu Fengnian's right hand.
Tao Qianzhi knelt on one knee. Beimang's saber was stabbed into the ground. Thick blood flowed from his wrist along the blade.
His armor was shattered. His whole body was badly mutilated. There were even some wounds where his bones could be seen.
Tao Qianzhi raised his head and grinned. "Boy, are you still not going to pull out my saber?"
Hsu Fengnian thought for a while. The corner of his mouth pulled up into a cruel smile. Then, he tirelessly performed the Sword Qi Rolling Dragon Wall ten times.
After three times, Tao Qianzhi's armor was completely broken.
After six times, only his right arm holding the saber was still intact.
After ten times of the Sword Qi Rolling Dragon Wall, Tao Qianzhi's body was already smashed. He knelt on the ground with his hands on the hilt of his saber.
Hsu Fengnian slowly walked forward and mercilessly used the Spring Thunder's scabbard to send him flying. The Ferghana horse galloped over. Hsu Fengnian sneered and leaned to the side. He gently jumped up and wrapped his arms around the horse's neck. He bent his knees and leaned his body back. Taking advantage of the momentum, he flipped the warhorse over. It collapsed on the official road with a loud crash. The Ferghana horse's entire back was smashed and it died on the spot.
From beginning to end, Hsu Fengnian didn't waste a single word with this Beimang City Magistrate, who should have had a bright future ahead of him.
Hsu Fengnian stood up and allowed the rain to wash away the mud on his back. He repositioned the Spring Thunder Saber and pulled out the umbrella. Facing the direction of Beimang, he pulled out the handful of yellow papers that he had deliberately left at the foot of the wall of the Wei residence and gently scattered them into the air.
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(A seven-thousand-word chapter, please receive a red ticket.)
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