"Arrogant!"
The white-robed swordsman behind Zhao Mu shouted loudly. His sword followed the sound and turned into a stream of light, shooting towards Li Cunxiao's area. Strong winds blew, the long sword hummed wildly, and silver light flickered. It was as if a fierce tiger had descended the mountain and was about to drink blood.
The white-robed swordsman was called Lian Jin. He was a disciple of the Mohist family and had followed Zhao Mu for many years. Even among the six states, he was famous and ranked first. The sword was called Cang Xue. Once it was drawn, it would turn from pale white to blood red. It had never missed.
Zhao Mu was overjoyed when he saw Lian Jin attack. For so many years, Lian Jin had been by his side and had never failed in any dangerous situations. When he was heading to his fief, he was attacked by assassins. It was Lian Jin who killed twenty assassins.
Not only did he kill twenty assassins, but his body was not stained with blood. Only the blood-red sword and the heads on the ground told the story. From then on, the Cang Blood Sword became famous throughout the Six Nations.
Lian Jin was a swordsman from the Mohist family of the State of Zhao, one of the top 100 experts on the Famous Sword Ranking.
The strength of these people was evident.
When the armored soldiers behind Zhao Mu saw Lian Jin make his move, their spirits were shaken, and the haze from Li Cunxiao's shock was swept away. Lian Jin was their heaven, the god in their hearts. He had seen Lian Jin fight in the Drill Ground.
Dozens of sparring partners surrounded Lian Jin, but they were suppressed by him. When they were surrounded, they could defend against the attacks from one side, but they would miss the attacks from the other side. In addition, their stamina was limited.
"No matter how powerful he is, how can he be as powerful as Lian Jin?”Zhao Yu thought in his heart.
The long sword gradually closed in. Together with Lian Jin, it turned into a white whirlwind that swept everything away. The air rubbed against each other violently, producing a terrifying explosive sound. It was like the Grim Reaper.
However, Li Cunxiao did not move at all. He calmly looked at Lian Jin with a contemptuous smile on his face.
Lian Jin was furious. He was the number one swordsman in the Marquis 'Residence, but now he was being looked down upon by the swordsman beside the hostage. He gripped his sword tightly and sped up. The stream of light disappeared into the air, and the white figure became intermittent, like a ghost.
"It's the Thousand Shadow Blood Sword!" Someone shouted, and the scene became even more lively. Some young swordsmen looked at Lian Jin with fanatical eyes.
The Thousand Shadow Blood Sword was Lian Jin's famous ultimate skill, and he had never failed before.
Zhao Mu's lips curled into a smile as he looked at Ying Zheng, thinking,""Although I can't touch you, the swordsman beside you is not a prince of the Qin country. Consider it an apology to me!”
The sword in Lian Jin's hand suddenly changed. Under the urging of his internal strength, the flame gem at the front of the sword hilt emitted a red light, instantly dyeing the entire sword red, as if it was really stained with blood.
Seeing that Li Cunxiao still didn't move, Lian Jin felt a little angry and disdainful."Don't tell me you're scared silly?"
It was indeed possible.
Countless blood swords appeared, forming a circle and attacking Li Cunxiao. Among the thousand phantoms, only one was the real sword. If he couldn't guess correctly, he would be killed by the sharp blade. The sword had countless phantoms, and the probability of one in a thousand was almost the same as courting death.
Li Cunxiao finally moved the moment the blood sword approached.
The moment the sword was unsheathed, a powerful pressure seemed to appear, sweeping in all directions and shocking everything.
Lian Jin's sword chime turned from a short and hurried sound to an intermittent buzzing sound, as if he was begging for mercy.
Li Cunxiao slashed out with his sword. With a crack, the sound of bones breaking caused the noisy crowd to instantly quieten down.
Bang!
Lian Jin's body was like a meteorite, smashing heavily onto the doorpost. Blood spread out. However, the blood of the blood sword was not someone else's blood, but his.
Blood dyed his white clothes red.
Li Cunxiao's sword didn't stop. It tore through the air, and the leaves below were cut into pieces by the sword qi.
Puchi!
Lian Jin was dead!
A sword to the throat!
The blood sword in his right hand was in the air, as if he wanted to block. However, Li Cunxiao's sword perfectly penetrated Lian Jin's defense.
Everyone was silent.
Although Zhao Mu's expression didn't change, his eyes flickered with fear. Zhao Yu was so scared that his legs went weak and he did not even dare to breathe loudly.
As for the armored soldiers, their eyes were filled with fear, disbelief, and terror. But none of them felt that it was logical.
Ying Zheng smiled faintly, looked at Zhao Mu and said,""It seems like Julu Marquis doesn't intend to give me an explanation.”
As he spoke, Ying Zheng gave Li Cunxiao a look, and the latter started moving again at a very fast speed.
The three soldiers closest to Li Cunxiao joined forces and attacked him. The silver-white spear suddenly stabbed forward, aiming for Li Cunxiao's vital point. The remaining two spears were in front and behind Li Cunxiao, predicting his movements.
The person was moving, and the sword was also moving, but only an afterimage could be seen.
Kacha!
The spear made of fine iron was directly cut in half, causing the armored soldiers to be extremely frightened. They knew the density of this weapon. A spear that was about the height of an adult was extremely heavy and extremely hard, but it was cut in half so easily.
What kind of sword was this? It was so sharp.
The sword was still moving.
Sword light flashed, and blood light shot out. The crisp sound of metal, blood splashing, bones breaking, and armor shattering appeared at the same time.
The five armorers fell to the ground at the same time. They were no longer breathing.
"Don't be afraid. He's just one person.”Someone shouted, causing those soldiers who had lost their souls to wake up. They regained some of their fighting spirit and charged at Li Cunxiao again. However, Li Cunxiao's body was very agile. No matter what, they could not hit him.
Soon, another batch of armored soldiers fell to the ground. It was unknown if they were dead or alive.
The silver-white sword was as white as the moonlight and gave off a holy aura. However, it was the most terrifying monster at this moment.
This was the grim reaper's talisman.
Countless sword shadows appeared in the air, mixed with the sunlight reflected by the sword, it was very beautiful. Not long after, another batch of armored soldiers fell to the ground.
There were only two left on the field. They hid in the corner, trembling, kneeling on the ground and begging for mercy. But Li Cunxiao didn't waste any words. The sword in his hand moved again.
Kacha!
His head fell to the ground.
All the armored soldiers died!
The scene was quiet.
Li Cunxiao was like a killing machine, carrying out every order of Ying Zheng without any emotion.
The surrounding Zhao people were so scared that their legs went weak. They could not wait to leave as soon as possible. It was not as if there were no people who wanted to ambush Ying Zheng. After this incident, even if they were given ten thousand guts, they would never dare to have such thoughts again.
Seeing that all the soldiers had died, Zhao Mu's pupils contracted violently. His face turned pale, and intense fear seized his heart. Especially when Li Cunxiao's sword was pressed against his throat, Zhao Mu felt that his crotch was wet.
Zhao Yu collapsed to the ground and cried. He hugged his head and begged,"Don't, don't kill me. It wasn't my fault, it was Lord Marquis who asked me to do it.”
In front of Li Cunxiao, the god of death, how could he care so much? He had to bite down on his life.
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