The herdsman only paused for a moment. When he saw his fellow tribesmen walking out of the formation, he no longer hesitated. He silently picked up the machetes with clear edges. The herdsman's wives and children also turned their heads away, not wanting to see this scene. A Baoji rushed out of the tent and spread out his hands between the cavalry and the herdsman with machetes. His young face was full of tears. The old chief closed his eyes and tears flowed down his face. One old and one young, two faces. In the moment of life and death, they were of no help. Huyan Guanyin ran to A Baoji and hugged him. He rolled to the side and avoided the furious Cha'er. As a Shedi, he was the unquestionable ruler of this grassland. His ferocity soared. Even if he, an eagle, was only a chicken in the eyes of the Tuoba family, he was not someone the herdsman could go against. He pulled out a long and forged machete and slashed down viciously. Huyan Guanyin's arm was cut so deep that the bone could be seen.
Hsu Fengnian opened his eyes and bent down. The spring thunder spun in his hand. His back was facing the herdsman with machetes. His state of mind was as calm as an ancient well. He had seen too many ugly people and was not surprised. Moreover, for the sake of the tribe and the lives of his loved ones, it was reasonable for him to raise his machete or refuse. He held the spring thunder in one hand and raised his arm with the other. Suddenly, the river behind him broke and a gully appeared. The herdsman's charging formation showed a timid commotion and stagnation. Looking from afar, they could only see dust flying. After all, it was not as shocking as seeing it with their own eyes. The reason why they raised their machetes was not only because they were afraid of the Tuoba family's reputation, but also because they were lucky that this young scholar had a Bodhisattva's heart. However, after the grassland split, it seemed to draw a line between life and death. If they crossed it, they would also die. Thus, their lucky mentality was swept away and their courage weakened.
Hsu Fengnian stared at Tuoba Chunsun. He stretched out his hand and smoothed out the creases on his chest that were soaked in blood. He smiled and said, "Without the Colorful Python Man holding you back, it won't be easy to stop me again. Why don't you and I hunt each other?"
Tuoba Chunsun let out a wild laugh, which made his handsome face twist a little. Pointing at Hsu Fengnian, he said, "There is a saying in the Central Plains that goes like this: an arrow at the end of its flight cannot pierce through the silk cloth, and an arrow at the end of its flight cannot float a goose feather. You think you can negotiate with me with your half-dead appearance? Do you feel pain in your lungs when you breathe? Do you think Duan Bo 'er's punch was embroidery? "
Hsu Fengnian said, "How many times can I ride my sword? Have you guessed it before? Similarly, since there was a first strike, why couldn't there be a second or third strike? It's not like I can't drag another one down with me. Killing Duan Bo 'er, who is ranked sixth among the Evil Sects, doesn't seem to be as profitable as killing the youngest son of the War God. "
Tuoba Chunsun stretched out a finger and shook it a few times. He smiled confidently and said, "Don't try to scare me. It's useless. I grew up being beaten and scolded by this Tuoba you keep talking about. I'm not scared. I know a little about your temperament. If you can kill someone, you won't talk nonsense. Now that you are talking too much, it proves that you have exhausted all your tricks. Tsk tsk, exhausted all your tricks. That's a good saying. Since you are a descendant of the Southern Dynasty's Zhuoran Family, you should know what I mean, right? Or should I say, you are starting to scheme in the dark again? I'll wait and see. Duan Bo 'er, do it. You can have his limbs, and I'll have his head! "
Tuoba Chunsun narrowed his eyes and said, "I didn't know it before, but after meeting you, I realized that you know some of the famous words in the books. Nagging and nagging will make you seem more emotional when you kill someone."
Hsu Fengnian faced Duan Bo 'er and exhaled gently.
A ray of golden light rushed out of his sleeve.
Tuoba Chunsun giggled and said, "Child's play. Your Sword Controlling Killing Technique is worlds apart from the sword aura of one of my father's defeated opponents, the Chess and Sword Music School!"
He had a frivolous expression on his face, but his eyes were cold. This flying sword that had never shown itself in the world was far superior to the eight flying swords that were hovering in the air in terms of sword aura and speed.
It was the golden strands that had formed half of the sword embryo.
Tuoba Chunsun did not draw his sword. He only competed with the golden flying sword that had a tricky trajectory. He was like a passionate man teasing a girl in love, attracting bees and butterflies. The man and the flying sword were very beautiful.
Xu Fengnian was already facing off against Duan Bo Erhui, who was charging towards him. Duan Bo Erhui became more and more courageous as the fight went on. He was incomparably valiant, and he showed no mercy in his attacks. His entire body was wrapped in ropes, and when he moved, he could destroy mountains and shake mountains. Xu Fengnian did not hide his weakness. He was determined to tear off the limbs of this young man who dared to divert his attention to control the sword in front of him. Duan Bo 'er's posture was relaxed. He attacked like a sledgehammer and attacked like a hook. His elbows seemed to be close to his ribs. He did not pull up much, but his explosive power was extremely frightening. The burly martial artist walked in the mud like a snake. His hands twisted and turned, creating an endless cycle of mutual generation. Hsu Fengnian had suffered a heavy blow earlier. Now that he had to multitask and attack at the same time, Duan Bo 'er finally found an opening and raised his knee. When Hsu Fengnian's head was rebounded by a huge force, his arm swept out and his entire body was sent flying.
Hsu Fengnian muttered softly, "Lend me three thousand Qi to chop off your head."
The golden light exploded.
The flying sword that had been hiding its strength all this while was instantly fueled by its master's desperate attempt to gain the upper hand. Its speed suddenly increased by a few times and it pierced towards Tuoba Chunsun's glabella!
It was a close call.
Tuoba Chunsun, who could not dodge in time, raised his hand to block the sword with his palm. He tilted his head and the flying sword pierced through his entire palm, leaving a bloody scar on his face.
Duan Bo 'er who sensed the abnormality was greatly shocked. He no longer pursued the young man who seemed to have no end to his tricks. He rushed to his young master's side, afraid that the flying sword still had a killer move. If Tuoba Chunsun, whom the military god had high hopes for, died in Dragonwaist State, not to mention Duan Bo 'er, even the entire Beimang Demon Sect would not be enough to accompany him in death!
Tuoba Chunsun did not look at his palm. He slapped Duan Bo 'er's face and said furiously like a madman, "Go and kill him!"
The golden wisps flew in a semicircle and disappeared into his sleeve. Hsu Fengnian, whose face was as pale as a sheet of paper, staggered after landing on the ground. He swallowed the blood that surged up to his throat and bent his back as he ran forward. A few cavalrymen who were blocking his path were cut down along with their horses.
Duan Bo 'er turned around and chased after him.
Tuoba Chunsun's five fingers formed a hook. He raised his head and roared, "If I don't kill you, my surname is not Tuoba!"
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