Not everyone could make the head of the Shen family get up from his white belly in the middle of the night and personally go out to receive them. However, since there was a saying that one had a high vantage point, of course, there would be benefits to living high up. The disciples of the Shen family who were responsible for the night watch had already spread the news. Layer by layer, the situation became more and more intense. Only then did the old man, who had not cared about worldly affairs for many years, notice. Zhongli Handan was his illegitimate son. After it was confirmed that he had the potential to enter Rank Two in the prime of his life, he gradually had high hopes placed on him and was highly valued by the Cottage. Many of the resources that originally belonged to the eldest son began to be tilted towards Zhongli Handan. Even when he killed a concubine who had killed his own mother, the Cottage did not punish him. Later on, he strangled another concubine to death with a white silk cloth. Only then was he punished to be locked up in the Word Sword Study at the back of the mountain for a year. In fact, he was only suppressed to practice martial arts and browse secret manuals. Tonight, there was clearly an important guest who had just visited the residence. After that, Zhongli Handan secretly left the mountain in a carriage. This was not a big deal. What was surprising was that when he came back, he was nowhere to be seen. How could the Cottage, who had spent a lot of money and effort on him, be at ease?
The two sides were in a standoff.
A disciple of the Shen family who had a slender bronze sword received a signal from his eyes. He jogged over to open the bag and was shocked as if he had seen a ghost. It was almost there. It was not a ghost. It was just the head of a dead person.
The swordsman who had his back facing the family had a complicated expression. After he turned around, he hid the ecstasy in his eyes that was hidden very deeply. With a face full of grief, he said in a trembling voice, "Head of the Hut, Zhongli Handan is dead!"
The head of the Hut was extremely angry. The long beard in front of his chest fluttered. He lifted the iron cane that weighed hundreds of kilograms and heavily smashed it into the jade ground, creating a hole. He shouted, "Who are you?!"
Xu Fengnian did not pull the reins. He put his hands in his sleeves and carried the Spring and Autumn Sword on his back. He sat still on the horse and said calmly, "To be honest, this is the first time I've met this Cottage swordsman who calls himself Zhongli Handan. We have no grudges against each other. However, he said 'sword come' and said that he wanted to imitate Sword God Li's style on the snowy plains. However, he didn't send thousands or hundreds of swords. He only asked his servant to throw a broken sword over. I really couldn't stand it anymore and coincidentally wanted to kill him so much that I went crazy, so I slapped his head off. If the Shen Family Cottage can't stand it anymore, why don't you take turns fighting me?
.. "The head of the Hut was so gloomy that the nearby disciples of the Shen family trembled and did not dare to look at him. The old man who had been in the Second Rank for much longer than the young man on the horse with a sword on his back held his cane tightly. He was full of murderous intent. Squinting his eyes, he asked," Which school are you from? "
Xu Fengnian said with a look of surprise, "I've already killed your son, and you're still nagging me. Am I your father?"
Han Fang and Zhang Xiucheng looked at each other.
They were considered experienced people in the Jianghu, but they had never seen such a master who was like a ruffian in the marketplace.
"Good, good, good!" The head of the Hut was so angry that he laughed loudly. He pressed his hands on the huge luminous pearl that was held in the dragon's mouth at the top of the cane.
Regardless of whether they were under the protection of the Cottage or the direct descendants of the Shen family, there were a total of 60 people present. Among them, there were 13 archers on both sides. However, people continued to enter the field. Ordinary people would get lost if they walked in. With such a big family, news would inevitably be delayed. It was like a stone being thrown into the heart of the lake. It would take some time for the ripples to spread to the lake.
Hsu Fengnian silently said to himself, "If you want to kill me, you will be responsible for your own life."
Hsu Fengnian floated down from the horse. His elegance was out of this world.
The first wave of water splashing from the crossbow was already in front of him. Hsu Fengnian slid a few feet and easily dodged the flying arrows. The poor tall horse was shot into a hedgehog in an instant and fell to the ground with a loud bang.
A strong man with a broad sword rushed forward in large strides, not giving him any chance to attack. Hsu Fengnian suddenly sped up. When he brushed past the man, he waved his sleeve and the man's huge body flew to the side. Just the sound of the man's shoulder breaking was very shocking.
The three swordsmen from the Cottage who followed him knew that things were not going well. In an instant, they set up the Tripartite Sword Formation, which could be considered common in the Jianghu. The blades of the swords were dazzling. Hsu Fengnian spread out his hands and grabbed the tips of two swords. His body flipped back and dodged the middle sword. The two swordsmen between his fingers immediately twisted. One of the swordsmen who was smarter and more cunning also did a flip to prevent his sword from falling out of his hand. The other swordsmen's movements were slower. The swordsman who managed to save his face secretly felt lucky. A force surged from the tip of his sword to his wrist. His body was fiercely pulled forward by the force. Just as he was about to abandon his sword and retreat, Hsu Fengnian held his sword and moved to the side like a fish swimming in water. The back of his hand suddenly hit the swordsman's chest, who was caught off guard. A cloud of scarlet blood spurted out. When the swordsman stumbled back, Hsu Fengnian raised his leg, which was not higher than his knee. He kicked the swordsman's calf with a huge force, causing his body to fly forward. Then, he hit the man's forehead with his knee.
Bloom.
The swordsman fell on the white jade slab. He only twitched twice symbolically before he quickly died with the ups and downs of his life.
Xu Fengnian flicked his sleeves, and the second wave of arrows shot by the crossbowmen fell into two treacherous vortexes. In the end, they were stabbed in the opposite direction. Only those who were quick enough to dodge were able to escape, but there were still three crossbowmen who died.
Most of the people in Shen Men Cottage were swordsmen. Seven people, seven swords, and seven swords were released instantly. Every sword carried a strong momentum that did not care about life or death. It seemed that these Jianghu heroes were also stimulated. Every sword attacked the enemy's vital points. Hsu Fengnian was not in a hurry to kill the enemy and break the array. He glided like a fish, as if he was taking a leisurely stroll. The slender figure with the sword on his back dodged elegantly. Except for a few swords that pierced his lower body and moved a little, the other dozens of swords that were released in seven or eight breaths could not make his feet leave the ground. This scholarly young man's body rose and fell like the tide, but he did not fall.
No matter how many swords attack, my feet will take root.
A man in purple with a golden crown who was calmly watching the battle stood beside the master of the cottage. After seeing his father nod, he unsheathed his sword like a dragon's roar. The sword aura was faintly lingering. In the gap between the seven swords, he stabbed viciously towards Hsu Fengnian's heart.
Hsu Fengnian formed a circle with his hands and covered the long sword. The green sword aura that was close to his heart could not pierce forward. His palms drew a circle again and the sword followed. The man in purple who looked like Zhongli Handan frowned slightly. He did not forcefully hold the sword. Instead, he pushed his palm on the sword hilt and finally pushed it forward a few inches.
Hsu Fengnian floated back and dodged the attack and the seven swords.
The crossbowmen who were watching the situation immediately released the third wave of arrows. They did not want to kill the enemy, but they did not want to give the swordsman a chance to breathe.
The moment of breathing was like the moment of yin and yang.
Those evenly matched life and death battles competed on the exquisiteness of breathing. Of course, there was also the degree of vigor. Both sides strangled each other like needles pricking each other. It was a matter of who leaked more slowly.
Back then at the riverbank.
In the blink of an eye, an old man wearing a sheepskin fur coat killed six hundred Iron Armors with a single breath that circulated for eight hundred li!
Hsu Fengnian who had entered the initial stage of the Great Vajra Realm did not advance. Instead, he retreated, causing the arrow rain to miss again. The man in purple's expression changed slightly. He used his Qi to control his sword and retreated with the sword.
The mirage expanded and resisted six swords. His five fingers formed a hook and pressed down on a head. The majestic vigor at the tip of his fingers caused the head to explode.
His hands rolled up his sleeves and tied his hair.
The remaining six swords completely lost their aim. After a series of messy collisions, they no longer had their original order.
Hsu Fengnian used the half-baked Hu Jia's Eighteen Slaps that he stole. In the blink of an eye, he killed six swordsmen who died with their eyes wide open.
Hsu Fengnian who was standing among the corpses raised Kunlun with both hands. He closed his eyes and said softly, "Old Man Li, why don't you open your eyes and watch me kill a few people in one breath?"
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