Comprehensive Martial Arts: Read to become a sage, use martial arts to break the ban

Chapter 50
The carriage gallops through the valley.

"Uncle Dumb, how do you feel?"

Xiao Luo looked at the bloody cloth strips under Uncle Dumb's armpit, feeling extremely anxious.

"Ho~"

The dumb uncle shook his head.

"I really regret that I didn't read more medical books, and didn't learn the method of protecting the body with true energy from Master!"

While scolding himself, Xiao Luo galloped on his horse.

Suddenly, a few uneven rocks appeared in front of them, and the horse pulling the cart jumped up suddenly, avoiding it.

"what!"

Affected by the shock of the carriage, the dumb uncle's wound burst open, and he couldn't help hissing in pain.

"No, we have to deal with it now!"

Xiao Luo reined in the horse and stopped at the side of the road.

Looking at Uncle Dumb's wound, the blood had already washed away the golden sore medicine and stained the whole clothes red.

"Uncle Dumb, where is the needle and thread? You must have it with you, right?"

The carriage was already in a mess, but the dumb uncle still found out the sewing kit accurately and handed it to Xiao Luo.

"Sit down, hold on, I'm going to sew you up."

The dumb uncle didn't know why, so he sat down in a daze.

There was no disinfection, no equipment, Xiao Luo suppressed tears, used sewing needles and threads to sew up the dumb uncle's wound, and then sprinkled a layer of golden sore medicine.

Although he was sweating coldly from the pain, Uncle Mute clenched his fist tightly and didn't say a word.

"Hang on, we'll reach Yulin Town within fifty miles at the most."

"Ho."

A big rough hand touched Xiao Luo's head, and he was speechless in relief.

Just when Xiao Luo was about to set off again, an old man in black robe and white beard stood in front of the horse silently.

He stretched out his palm and patted the horse's head.

The horse screamed and fell down, its hooves kicked in the air, and blood flowed all over the ground.

The massacre made Xiao Luo's eyes tear open: "Dare you!"

The black-robed man pulled out the long knife behind his back, and said with a sneer, "I'm quite merciful to the bastards pulling carts, but why don't you show mercy to my blood-listed disciples."

"I don't care who you are on the blood list, get out of the way now, and your life will be saved!"

"Hahaha!"

The old man in black robe looked up to the sky and laughed loudly: "I have been in the world for 50 years thanks to Qidao, and even your master dare not be rampant in front of me. Are you worthy of a little beast?"

Xiao Luo had never been so angry before, the dumb uncle's injury could not be delayed, he had to deal with it quickly.

"Okay, Xie Qidao, just for what you said just now, I will not let any of the Xie family go."

Xie Qidao, the head of the Xie family, ranked fourth in the blood list.

Although his strength is the weakest among the three masters, he is a mid-term strongman in the Happy Heaven Realm.

Killing never exceeds seven swords, and after seven swords, the person facing each other will become a dead soul.

Xie Qidao's knife is long and wide, blunt and thick, with a shiny blade and a pitch-black handle.

"My knife is a murderous knife, without a name. My moves are also murderous moves. The first six moves are called—"

Xie Qidao leaped into the air, and the edge of the blade issued a frightening cold light: "Chop!"

The shadow of the knife is sharp and cold to the bone, forming a whirlpool of snow shadows on this road.

"Is it over? You can die after you finish!"

Mayyou Tianzi's sword came out, a red rainbow flashed past, and collided with the cold knife.

Xie Qidao turned around in the air with his strength, turned around and slashed again. This time, there was the sound of a hurricane, and a black dead air spewed out from the blade.

Xiao Luo raised his sword and went up, the figures of both sides intertwined.

When the killing knife met the magic sword, both sides of the valley were destroyed by a huge force, the mountains and rocks collapsed, and the trees fell down.

Xie Qidao didn't stop, he jumped into the cloud, raised his long knife, the cloud surged, and the sky thundered.

"The third knife, chop!"

"Break the green mountains in one world!"

The sword melts into green hills, but there is a layer of crimson evil lingering on the green hills, where the sword's edge passes, not a single blade of grass is left.

The two sides passed by each other again.

The fourth knife, the fifth knife, the sixth knife.

Ice wind, rain and snow, thunder and lightning.

Xie Qidao's unique method is "restraining momentum". The first six swords all carry the power of nature, arouse the induction of heaven and earth, and add various negative states to the opponent.

It's a pity that Xiao Luo has Huang Ling Qingxin Shirt.

"The last knife is called Killing God!"

After finishing the momentum, Xie Qidao let out a wild roar, and slashed down with the long knife, the sky shook suddenly, and the surrounding fields hung upside down.

Xiao Luo did not retreat but met, and went against the trend. Unexpectedly, his figure froze, and he was pierced into the mountain wall by a peerless saber energy, and the mountain collapsed and the ground cracked instantly.

"Hahaha, the little bastard is finally dead."

Just when Xie Qidao thought he had succeeded, he suddenly saw a pillar of light piercing the sky, and the sword energy pierced through the mountains and swept down the clouds.

The inescapable power stained the sky with bloodstains.

Xie Qidao changed from laughing to screaming: "Ah~~"

The sword qi pierced his chest and abdomen, Xie Qidao fell into the valley, and died together with the horse he had slapped to death.

Human blood mixed with horse blood, seeping into the loess together.

"Uncle Dumb, I'll carry you away."

Seeing that the dumb uncle lost too much blood, his face was already pale.

Xiao Luo's heart tightened, he gently picked up the dumb uncle, and ran forward with all his strength.

The carriage had already been overturned, and the books, pots and pans that had been carefully packed by the dumb uncle were now scattered all over the place, and were gradually blown away by the mountain wind.

Twenty miles away from Yulin Town.

Towards evening, it began to drizzle.

Li Hanyi stopped his horse and looked coldly at the man holding the umbrella.

"puppet?"

Drop, drop, drop.

The drizzle fell on the bamboo paper umbrella, making a pleasant sound.

The umbrella covered the man's face, Li Hanyi couldn't see his expression, but saw him nodding.

"Many years ago, we fought side by side. I didn't expect you to return to the blood list now."

The man walked forward a few points, and said faintly: "At that time, it was for the whole Beili. Now, it is for the whole family."

"The blood list sent you to kill me?"

Li Hanyi sat on the white horse without moving at all.

"No, I just want to ask you to go back. Xueyun City is beautiful and quiet, it is a suitable place for you."

"Oh, is it up to you?"

The man slowly turned the handle of the umbrella, and the drizzle swirled around the bamboo umbrella like strings of tiny beads.

"With my sword, Su Family Eighteen Swords."

The top swordsmanship of the Su family in the blood list is puppetry, which can control eighteen swords at the same time.

For hundreds of years, apart from the first Patriarch of the Su family, only this person codenamed "Puppet" can do it.

Li Hanyi turned her head and recalled for a moment, the person who stood shoulder to shoulder with her to block the [-]th elder of the Demon Sect, she and he used to stand back to back to resist the enemy's sword for each other.

But at that time, Li Hanyi hadn't seen his face clearly, and after so many years, his face became even more blurred.

"Su Puppet, at that time I wanted to compete with you, now let's end the regrets of the year."

Li Hanyi got off his horse, the iron horse came out of the glacier, and the drizzle in the sky gradually condensed into frost.

The bamboo paper umbrella in Su Gui's hand turned faster and faster, and he said softly: "Actually, this is also my regret."

Suddenly, his hand stopped turning, and the beads spinning around the bamboo umbrella fell down in a clatter.

The bamboo umbrella burst open at that moment, and the ribs of the umbrella were broken, revealing the thin black blade inside, like a blooming black chrysanthemum, shooting out in the air.

He jumped up, and the handle of the umbrella in his hand turned into a murderous sword, stabbing at Li Hanyi.

At this moment, Li Hanyi finally saw his face clearly, pale, thin, and gloomy, as if he had never been exposed to sunlight.

"You have eighteen swords, and I also have eighteen swords."

Eighteen swords against eighteen swords, the rain stops, the frost is cold, and the night comes.

(End of this chapter)