Then, Xie Ling saw him take off the short knife from its scabbard. First, he twisted it with two fingers, then flicked the scabbard. The simple short knife was like a nimble swallow circling around the beam. Xie Ling frowned. In Jianghu, sabers, spears, axes, and all kinds of other weapons were not rare. It was just the rough foundation of the Sword Controlling Technique and could not be put on the stage. First of all, in the eyes of the experts, without enough Qi to build a foundation, no matter how dazzling the weapon was when it left the hand, it would be useless. Moreover, as the saying goes, an inch shorter is an inch riskier. When the weapon left the hand, there were pros and cons. Although it increased the attack range, it exposed the weakness of not daring to fight in close quarters. Therefore, the Sword Controlling Technique had always been sneered at by the famous swordsmen.
Hsu Fengnian ran forward wildly. Every time the spring thunder reverberated, he flicked his fingers again. The short knife was always hovering around, spinning faster and faster. In the end, only the light of a firefly could be seen.
At first, it was not extraordinary. When they were less than fifty feet away from Xie Ling, the man and the knife revealed their sharpness. The yellow sand on the ground was swept up by the spring thunder.
When they were three feet apart, Xie Ling reached out his hand to grab the scabbard, but he did not manage to grab it. Instead, he exerted force with his five fingers, twisting away the hidden Qi. Xie Ling clicked his tongue a few times, ignoring the fact that his palm was bleeding from the rolling Qi. Hsu Fengnian arrived in the blink of an eye and cupped his hands three times. The first two attacks were blocked by Xie Ling's brute force, but the last time, Xie Ling used his ten fingers to grab Xie Ling's chin and gave him a violent push, causing the Great Demon's body to fly into the air. Hsu Fengnian strode forward, creating two potholes on the ground. The two Spring Thunder scabbards with surging Qi intertwined in the air and rushed toward Xie Ling like a waterfall. Xie Ling, who was suspended in the air, laughed loudly. He supported himself with one hand and spun his body like a top, crushing the two ferocious Qi that contained the majestic Sword Will. After Xie Ling succeeded, he did not hurry to stand still. He maintained the strange posture of supporting himself with one arm and his head facing the ground. He looked at Hsu Fengnian and laughed darkly, "There is a song from the Chess and Sword Music School, and a sword technique that originated from the Li Yang Sword God Li Chungang's Shu Kai Style. It seems to be called the Sword Qi Rolling Dragon Wall. What is your relationship with this outstanding disciple of the Headmaster's Sword Qi?"
The nine cavalrymen finally couldn't hold themselves back and broke into the inn. When they saw their two masters had their hearts dug out like peeling oranges, and the gatekeeper dead at the bottom of the stairs, they were shocked beyond words. Although they were the Murong family's personal guards and didn't need to care about the iron law of Beimang's army, the death of Murong Zhangtai and Murong Jiangshen meant that the country had its own laws, and the family had its own rules. The Murong family had accumulated power for hundreds of years, so there was no difference between ruling the family and ruling the army. All of them would be sentenced to death. After the nine cavalrymen looked at each other for a short while, they didn't hesitate to rush out of the inn. They jumped on their horses and rushed towards the battlefield where Xie Ling and Hsu Fengnian were fighting. If they returned alive, their families would be heavily implicated, but if they died with their masters, they would be richly rewarded. The rules of Beimang didn't allow them to cherish their lives.
Two of the cavalrymen were cut in half along with their horses by the sword qi. Most of them had their hearts dug out by Xie Ling. The last cavalryman wasn't afraid of death, but he was afraid that his heart and liver would be eaten. When he was about to retreat, Xie Ling grabbed his horse's tail and threw him and his horse toward a cold sword qi.
Xie Ling wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and looked at the young master with pity. He said, "As expected of the famous Sword Qi Rolling Dragon Wall. It's quite interesting. Unfortunately, nine dragons is the limit. All nine of them have been eaten by me. Brat, what other skills do you have? Show them all before you die."
Hsu Fengnian looked at the demon as if he was looking at an idiot. He said softly, "It's true that there are only nine dragons in the Sword Qi Rolling Dragon Wall, but can't I do it again? You ate hundreds of hearts and livers, but your power didn't increase. Why did you eat your own brain? "
Xie Ling laughed instead of being angry. He hooked his finger and said, "Don't be so quick with your words. The Sword Qi Rolling Dragon Wall is one of the few top sword moves that can integrate sword intent and sword moves. But it also depends on who is using it. Brat, you are still inexperienced. If you don't believe me, you can try it again."
Hsu Fengnian, who had spring thunder swirling around him, smiled. "Oh?"
The scarlet-eyed Xie Ling placed his fists on his chest and roared. With him as the center, countless small cracks appeared on the ground.
Xie Ling's eyes were cold. He grinned and said, "You've learned this ability to eat hearts and livers to live forever. It's not something that can be seen in the light of day. I've only used it once on the head of the demonic path, Luo Yang. Brat, you can die without regrets!"
Bang!
Blood mist filled the air.
Xie Ling's remaining Qi Sea acupoints numbered over three hundred. Countless threads of blood soaked through his clothes and broke out of his body. They scattered but didn't scatter. Finally, they condensed into six scarlet snakes the thickness of a thumb. They swam in the air like pythons spitting out their tongues, choosing people to swallow. Xie Ling wasn't in a hurry to give Hsu Fengnian a fatal blow. Instead, he continuously stepped on the corpses outside the inn. Every time blood splattered, the six snakes would gather together. The snakes gradually grew from the thickness of a thumb to the size of a woman's wrist. When Xie Ling stood on a badly mutilated corpse of a cavalry, the great demon with six red snakes coiled around his body spread out his arms. He bent his knees slightly and let out a roar towards the sky. It contained endless grief and hatred. "Luo Yang!"
In Xie Ling's life, in order to reach the peak of the martial path, he didn't hesitate to walk on this narrow path that everyone despised. He had originally vaguely seen the hope of going to the top of the mountain to look at the magnificent world, but he was forcefully knocked down from the Finger Profound Realm by Luo Yang, who was a hundred times more powerful than him. Luo Yang was so high and mighty. Xie Ling hated Luo Yang to the bone. He hated this idiot who said that he was delusional and wanted to devour an elephant. Xie Ling could tolerate losing to a young master who was already above tens of thousands of people, but he couldn't tolerate this young man's disdainful gaze and light tone.
The most delicious set of heart and liver under the heavens is none other than Luoyang's!
Xie Ling looked back at the inn, tears of blood flowing down his face.
How many women in the world who smiled sweetly and spoke words of love from the bottom of their hearts were really willing to give up their hearts for their loved ones?
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