Those who were able to leave behind an intact corpse outside the Duck Head Green Inn could be considered lucky. Broken limbs and bones were everywhere as far as the eye could see. Some of them were even more miserable as they were trampled into meat paste by the Devil Xie Ling. Hsu Fengnian sat on the ground and fed his Flying Sword Bamboo Horse before putting it back into his sleeve. He then turned his head to look at the Devil Path's ambitious and ruthless person who was still considered complete except for the head. When Xie Ling arrogantly asked if he had any last words, His Royal Highness originally wanted to say that he was lucky enough to survive and bury Xie Ling and his wife in the same coffin. However, he was afraid that the Devil Path would be alerted and think highly of him, so he swallowed those words.
Naturally, he loathed Xie Ling for his age and heart, but he didn't hate him. In the Jianghu, if one wanted to stand out, they had to have their own ways. This was especially so for someone like Xie Ling who didn't have a top-notch sect to rely on. It was especially so for someone like Xie Ling who didn't have a top-notch sect to rely on. If he wasn't careful, he would die prematurely like many fledgling. However, if he wasn't careful, he would die prematurely. If he wasn't careful, he would die prematurely like many fledgling. However, if he wasn't careful, he would die prematurely. If he wasn't careful, he would die prematurely like many fledgling. But if he wasn't careful, he would die prematurely. However, if he didn't verify from the Lady Boss that Xie Ling had indeed fallen to the Vajra Realm, he wouldn't hesitate to start a life of escape. However, after this fierce battle, while Hsu Fengnian was secretly glad that he survived, he also felt that it wasn't worth it for Xie Ling. He was a top-notch expert who had once reached the Finger Profound Realm, but his state of mind was extremely poor and didn't match his strength in the Martial Realm. After losing to the famous Luo Yang, he was like a woman who had been bullied and would cry out in pain whenever someone mentioned it. Hsu Fengnian thought that he should fight less and at least learn from the rascals in the marketplace. If he could win, he would act like a big shot. If he couldn't win, he could just run away. At worst, he could shout that he would be a hero again after eighteen years.
Hsu Fengnian glanced at the Spring Thunder that was still stuck in Xie Ling's head. Back then, Old Man Li, who wore a sheepskin coat, used an umbrella as a sword in the rain and used a sword to make the Immortal Kneel to break the Red Armor of the Talisman General. Hsu Fengnian sighed. How many people in the world could be like Li Chungang and return to the Immortal Sword Realm after a disastrous fall? Li Chungang, who killed two thousand and six hundred people with a single sword, was the only one in the vast Jianghu and there were more than a million people.
Hsu Fengnian narrowed his phoenix eyes that were full of murderous intent after killing people. He looked at the tanned waiter, the soldier of the Qin Dynasty, who was slowly walking out of the inn. He was not smart at all. He left the cellar where the crafty rabbit had three burrows. But he was also smart enough to blackmail the pitiful child who was lucky enough to survive.
At that time, in the guest room on the second floor, he deliberately took out his flying sword to attract the attention of the lady boss and then cut off her head with a knife. After that, he wanted to find this disciple of Xie Ling who was known as One Move Xian. Not to mention whether or not to kill him, he wanted to be cautious and confirm the whereabouts of the soldier of the Qin Dynasty. However, he did not expect to find any trace of the boy on the second floor. Hsu Fengnian put this matter aside for the time being. The widow of Tao Qianzhi was not chaste, but she was decisive. She probably thought that even if she lived in this world, she would not be able to escape from Hsu Fengnian's grasp. She did not have the extravagant hope of guarding her husband's coffin and safely escorting him back to his hometown. She begged Hsu Fengnian to save her young daughter, Tao Manwu. After that, she tearfully smiled and begged Hsu Fengnian not to let her daughter see this scene. Hsu Fengnian agreed. She closed her eyes and waited for death. Before she died, she did not curse the villain who killed her husband. Instead, she cursed Fatty Dong who was sworn brothers with Tao Qianzhi. She wanted this young Beimang official who did not personally escort them to Liu City to die a horrible death! A woman's mind was really hard to guess.
Hsu Fengnian slowly stood up and did not talk nonsense with the dark waiter. He said directly, "You want to live? Sure, I'm not like your evil master who eats people's hearts and livers. I don't kill innocent people. If you let her go, I'll let you go. "
Qin Wuzu's hands and feet trembled more and more. The little girl's tender neck was already blue and purple. After the young man unintentionally increased the strength, she had difficulty breathing and was almost dying. Qin Wuzu, whose face was full of tears, did not realize it. He saw with his own eyes in the hidden hole how Hsu Fengnian killed Zaipao in the blink of an eye. He knew that this handsome young man with a mask was far from being as gentle and humble as he looked. The young man was just like an injured young wolf. He stared at the young macheteman standing beside the old drunkard's body and gritted his teeth. He asked, "Do you mean what you say?"
Hsu Fengnian calmly asked, "Why don't you try to strangle her to death?"
Qin Wuzu slightly loosened his grip and hesitated. There was blood and dead people inside and outside the inn. How many coffins had been used? The young man's heart was intertwined with unspeakable grief, anger, and fear. No matter how stingy the drunkard and the landlady were, from the first day he took root in the Duck Head Green Inn, they were not close relatives. Moreover, if the old man was really stingy, he would not have taught him that life-saving skill. Qin Wuzu asked in a trembling voice, "You swear that I'll let her go. You can't kill me!"
The waiter hurriedly added, "You can't break my hands and feet. You can't let me live a life worse than death!"
Hsu Fengnian nodded. "I have a condition. You go and find Xie Ling's secret book for me. I'll return it to you after reading it. Qin Wuzu, you should know that if I really want to torture you, I have a lot of tricks. "
At this moment, Qin Wuzu slowly loosened his grip, but he tightened it again. After several repetitions, he finally made up his mind to let go of the little girl and pushed her towards Hsu Fengnian. However, the child stood still after stumbling and did not walk towards Hsu Fengnian. Qin Wuzu did not care about the child's thoughts and found a way out for himself. "I'll go and find it now. But the old drunkard and the landlady are very clever in hiding things. I need some time. You can't wait impatiently and kill your way into the inn."
Hsu Fengnian waved his hand and Qin Wuzu ran into the inn. Hsu Fengnian went to the little girl called Tao Manwu. Seeing her, she was so scared that she fell to the ground and did not dare to cry out.
Hsu Fengnian sat on the steps and quietly waited for the more than 30 light cavalry of the Murong family who would definitely return to the Duck Head Green Inn later. In the end, he did not pull out the Spring Thunder. This kind of subtle benefit that only Heaven knew, Earth knew, he knew, and Li Chungang knew. It was not inferior to the Extreme Spring of Enlightenment. Cultivating the 12 Sword Embryos was a devious way to prepare for a rainy day. Cultivating the Knife Intent was the right way to go. When the old man with the sheep fur coat entered Celestial State, he closed his sword for many years and did not use it. That was why he created the majestic scene of the sword opening the Divine Gate. When people encountered injustice, they would cry out. This was called saying that one would not be happy if one did not speak up. Everyone could do it and there was no difficulty. But if one closed the sheath and did not use it, only when one was in a desperate situation could everything be cut down. This was the essence of cultivating the Sword.
One should know that Li Chungang once said that This Old Man was 30 years old and had achieved great success in closing the sword. He only felt that there were thousands of Sword Intents in his chest. When he opened his mouth, he could turn the world upside down.
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