Each of them had a fallen leaf stuck in their foreheads, throats, and chests, but they couldn't be more dead.
This technique was much more exquisite than killing the three bandits just now.
"Not good."
"Someone is trespassing the mountain."
When the two bandits guarding the gate saw this scene, they were scared out of their wits. They collapsed on the ground and shouted.
"Who is it?"
Several powerful auras rose from the village, followed by a group of bandits holding steel knives rushing out.
"Tsk!"
A cold sword light bloomed in the dark night. It flashed and then disappeared. Immediately after, blood blossomed. It was beautiful and enchanting.
In front of the gate of the stronghold, the steel knives in the hands of two bandits fell to the ground, and they covered their necks with both hands.
Their eyes were dim, mixed with doubt and fear. Blood flowed out from the gaps between their fingers.
"Plop!"
The two of them knelt on the ground, no longer breathing.
"Which friend has descended? Please show yourself.”
The leader of the bandits had a strong build and a pair of leopard-like eyes. He held a horse-slaying saber and spoke in a deep voice.
On the left was a handsome man holding a sword with a pale face. On the right was a short and fat monk wearing a kasaya and holding a Buddhist staff.
These three people all had martial arts, and they were not weak.
They had witnessed the sword light tear through the darkness and silently slit the throats of two of their subordinates.
At this moment, his heart was filled with fear. Just from this sword, he knew that this person was not easy to deal with.
no one answered
The mountain wind howled, like a ghost crying beside his ear, making people's hair stand on end.
The corpses on the ground looked particularly strange.
The pale-faced young man raised his sword and torch as he looked around. His expression became more and more solemn.
"All of them were hit by the leaves and died.”
He said in fear,"Flying flowers and plucking leaves to kill people, this person's power is simply terrifying."”
"Could it be an expert from Six Fan School?”
Tyrant said.
"Impossible."
The pale-faced young man shook his head." The people from Six Fan School are still on their way. Besides, no one from Six Fan School in Hengyang Prefecture can do this unless they are the Four Great Arresters."”
"Could it be that we offended some expert?”
The monk frowned." It's just a few carriages. It's not that bad."”
"What should we do?"
The two of them looked at the burly man with the leopard head and round eyes.
"Which senior has personally come? Please show yourself. If we have done anything wrong, please tell us.”
The burly man roared with internal strength, shaking the mountains.
"Haha!"
The laughter came from all directions. It was impossible to tell where it came from. The burly man's internal strength was shattered.
He took a few steps back before stabilizing himself, his expression shocked.
"Are you the bandits who are entrenched in Cui Wei Mountain?”
The mountain wind howled, and the night was as dark as ink. All the torches were extinguished in an instant, and it was impossible to see one's own fingers.
The pale-faced young man and the monk stood back to back, raising their weapons.
As soon as he finished speaking, a sword light bloomed. It was sharp and cold, like a crescent moon breaking through the night sky.
One by one, figures fell silently, and hot blood splattered everywhere.
"A person who hides his head and shows his tail."
The pale-faced young man said with a trembling voice.
A strong wind blew past his face, and a face suddenly appeared in front of him.
"Are you looking for me?"
A ghost-like voice entered his ears. The young man raised his sword and slashed down, but a sword light had already bloomed.
"Boom!"
The cold and elegant sword Qi slashed at his body, and the iron sword broke into two. The pale-faced young man's body flew backward, smashing into two walls before stopping.
His eyes were wide open like copper bells, filled with fear. A sword scar ran from his forehead to his abdomen. He raised his hand and opened his mouth, wanting to say something. In the end, he only spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Puchi!"
Hot blood spurted out from the sword mark like a fountain.
His eyes turned white, his neck tilted, and he died.
The three-foot-long blade emitted a cold light. The figure stood with a sword in his hand. His long robe fluttered in the wind, and his face was like a crown of jade.
He had killed a first-class expert with a casual sword strike. With just a glance, the leopard-headed burly man and the monk were frightened.
Since when did Hengyang Prefecture produce such a young expert?
"Young hero, let's talk things out.”
Although there were more than ten highly-skilled bandits gathered around him, the burly man was still terrified.
He could only smile awkwardly." We were forced to enter the mountains to become bandits because we had no other choice. Please be magnanimous, young hero."”
"If you want to live, hand over all your silver.”
Lin Xuan spoke. The thousand refined Qingfeng sword in his hand was still dripping with blood.
"Young hero, please wait a moment."
The burly man heaved a sigh of relief.
"Quickly go and get the silver."”
Money was just a worldly possession. As long as he could keep his life, he could just do another two missions in the future.
In the time it took to brew a cup of tea, he had retrieved ten taels of silver, one gold ingot, and two hundred taels of silver.
The monk held the tray with both hands and handed it to him. He smiled charmingly and said,"A total of 500 taels, all of which are here.”
"It's better to be a mountain bandit."
He chuckled.
Suddenly, the monk shook the plate that was holding the silver taels and sprinkled the lime that was hidden in his palm toward his eyes.
"You're courting death."
Lin Xuan sneered. Although it was his first time in the martial arts world, he was not a rookie. He was prepared. His true qi shook and the dust shook the monk's face. Sword light flashed, and a huge head jumped up high.
Then, he leaped up and charged into the mountain bandits with his Qingfeng Sword. Sword light bloomed and blood danced.
With just one sword, he had cut three to five people in half. When the leopard-headed man saw this, he did not dare to fight anymore. He left the other bandits behind and wanted to escape in the darkness and chaos.
Lin Xuan circulated his true qi with his left hand and took a steel blade into his hand. His wrist shook, and the steel blade shot out and pierced into the burly man's chest. The powerful strength brought his body flying out and nailed him to the 20-foot-tall wall.
In a few breaths, all the bandits in the village were slaughtered, and their corpses were strewn all over the ground.
"You're courting death."
He wiped the blood off and put away the sword. He searched inside and outside again to make sure that there were no survivors. Then, he took all the silver and went down the mountain along the path.
After leaving Cui Wei Mountain, he didn't stop and headed west, using the night to urge his qinggong to hurry.
At dawn, he arrived at Guangyang Mansion and found an inn to stay in. He planned to rest for a while before continuing his journey.
He called over the servant boy and prepared some food and hot water. After eating and drinking to his heart's content, he took a bath and changed his clothes. Then, he began to meditate and rest.
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