He was so persuasive that he actually practiced extraordinary

She was unable to squeeze out of the crowd immediately, and was even more unable to pull her daughter back to a safe area. She could only watch helplessly as the bus was about to hit her daughter, causing her daughter to suffer great pain.

Even her daughter might end her short life in this incident, and she will also experience the pain of losing a child.

At this moment, self-blame, regret, resentment and other emotions intertwined in her heart, constantly tormenting her. She blamed herself for not keeping an eye on her daughter, why she didn't hold her daughter's hand all the time; she regretted why she brought her daughter out today; she hated herself for not being able to rush to her daughter and protect her tightly in the first place.

However, all this was meaningless at the moment. Her self-blame, regret, and resentment could not change anything. She could do nothing but watch and silently endure the pain brought by all this.

Beep, beep—the shrill whistle was still ringing. The little girl standing next to Zhang Beixing still had a dull expression and empty eyes. She just looked at Zhang Beixing quietly, not realizing any danger at all.

She didn't know why so many people wanted to run away, nor did she know what the danger was. She didn't understand why her mother wanted to hold her, and why this big brother was standing here and smiling at her.

More importantly, the car was rushing towards her, and she had no time to react or do anything. She just wanted to get her ball back and didn't want to see her beloved toy fall to the ground.

Just as this despairing scene was about to happen, just as the speeding bus was about to hit the two people, with the distance less than five meters——

Canglang~The sound of a sharp sword being unsheathed was heard, as if it overwhelmed all the sounds at the scene.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Zhang Beixing, wearing a black gown, pulled out the Daodao sword from his back with one hand and held it in his hand. He stepped in front of the little girl, his expression stern, his eyes clear and sharp.

Everyone was shocked, no one expected Zhang Beixing to suddenly appear in front of the little girl. You know, the bus was less than five meters away from him, and it would not even take a few seconds for it to hit him at a very fast speed, causing him to draw a beautiful arc in the air and fall heavily to the ground.

But at the same time, they also had respect for Zhang Beixing. After all, in this situation, when no one was willing to rescue the little girl, Zhang Beixing stood up resolutely and struck the coolest pose - he also drew the sword behind him.

This even gave them an illusion: the young man seemed to be using the sword in his hand to protect himself and the little girl standing behind him.

At this moment, everyone's thoughts came to the same conclusion: No one doubted that he would be hit by a car in the next second and pay a heavy price. Of course, if he could save the little girl before being hit, it would naturally be a happy thing for everyone. But judging from the current speed of the car, this seemed impossible.

Moreover, it was impossible for the young man holding the long sword to stop the bus from moving forward with an ordinary sword. After all, one side was a steel beast, and the other side was just an ordinary person with an ordinary sword.

They had even begun to imagine the horrific deaths of the young man and the little girl.

"Yuanyuan... Yuanyuan!" The young mother was still shouting, shouting at the top of her lungs, trying to squeeze through the crowd with all her strength. But she failed. How could she, alone, resist the fleeing crowd? It was simply unrealistic.

Her tears blurred her vision and her expression was in agony. She watched all this helplessly, unable to do anything. When she vaguely saw someone standing in front of her daughter, as if pulling out something from behind to block her daughter, she even wanted to kneel down and beg that person to save her daughter, to... to save her daughter.

She couldn't do it, even such a trivial thing was beyond her ability.

She knew in her heart that the man could not save her daughter's fate, and that the man himself would not be able to escape and would be killed by the speeding bus...

Everything was a foregone conclusion and could not be undone. She could only stand there helplessly.

She could only watch, fixed on what was about to happen next.

Zhang Beixing stood in front of the bus, holding the Daodao Sword, and looked firmly at the bus that was speeding towards him. There was no panic on his face, and his heart was unusually calm, without a ripple.

It was as if what was rushing towards him was not a bus, but a harmless, soft and powerless piece of paper.

He only needed to raise his hand slightly and wave the sword to stop the paper.

Zhang Beixing has such confidence and such strength.

He remembered what Director Li Wenshan said last night: With great power comes great responsibility. His power must be used on the path of justice.

And now was the moment for him to demonstrate his abilities. When no one could save the little girl, when no one could stop the out-of-control bus and reduce the casualties of the people around, Zhang Beixing was able to step forward.

He had the ability, so he stood there resolutely and let the bus rush towards him.

This was not an act of self-sacrifice or self-sacrifice. Zhang Beixing just wanted to save people with his own abilities, and he happened to have such abilities.

No other distractions.

He took a deep breath, slowly raised the sword in his hand, then closed his eyes and carefully felt the surge of power in his body.

The mind moves as it pleases.

The second level of swordsmanship was displayed by Zhang Beixing without reservation at this moment. His thoughts surged like a tide, and the power in his body continued to gather in his hands, and then passed through his hands to the sword of Taoism.

At the same time, he felt that the airflow around the sword was condensing, tearing the air, and gathering into extremely strong explosive and destructive power.

Suddenly, a powerful, terrifying, and destructive aura emerged from Zhang Beixing, as if it was going to separate this world from the others and encompass everything around it.

At this moment, the little girl standing behind Zhang Beixing had dull eyes and a stiff body, as if she had been extremely frightened. She stood there blankly and motionless, looking more like an exquisite little porcelain doll.

At the same time, the sword's destructive and damaging force, as if to tear everything apart, emerged madly.

This sword will be the strike that Zhang Beixing strikes after he comprehends the second level, and it will also be his current peak sword strike.

The sword force and sword energy contained in the Sword of Asking Dao kept roaring and ferocious, as if they wanted to break the shackles of the moment, tear everything apart and rush out of the sky, letting the world know of its existence and let everyone see its horror.

In the blink of an eye, the bus got closer and was about to be less than one meter in front of Zhang Beixing.

The next second, it would knock him and the little girl behind him away!
At this moment, all the people who were paying attention to this scene held their breath. They wished there was a pause button to control time and let everyone leave the bus, especially the young man and the little girl.

But this is simply impossible.

They can only hope for a miracle.

But everyone knows that miracles will not happen.

But at this moment.

Zhang Beixing, who was standing two meters in front of the bus, suddenly opened his eyes. His eyes were clear and sharp, and he looked straight at the bus that was getting closer again.

The sword of inquiry that he had raised above his head slowly fell down at this moment.

It was another sword move that Zhang Beixing was familiar with, a simple chop, without any fancy movements, just a simple chop.

But at this moment, the pressure, momentum and destructive power contained in this chopping move are unstoppable and unmatched, and it can be said to be unique in the world.

In an instant, this terrifying pressure and extremely destructive blow gently landed on the front of the bus.

boom--

Just as the tip of the Sword of Inquiry was about to touch the front of the bus, a huge roar and tearing sound instantly overwhelmed all the sounds at the scene, like thunder drilling into everyone's ears. The next second, the bus suddenly stopped without any warning.

There was not the extremely strong inertia that everyone expected, nor was there a scene where Zhang Beixing and the little girl were hit and thrown out by the bus.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment, not a single minute or a second passed.

All this was surprising and unexpected to everyone.

Did the bus just stop?
But it's impossible. At that speed, the bus would not be able to stop unless a miracle happened.

Did a miracle really happen?
But how can a miracle happen?

Or was it because of the sword in the hand of the young man standing in front of the little girl that caused the bus to stop?
But this sounds incredible...

The sword in the young man's hand was just an ordinary sword, and the sword he just struck was just a casual one, it didn't seem like he had used any strength...

Various thoughts popped up in many people's minds.

But at this moment.

Ka La La——

Along with a strange and harsh sound, a huge crack appeared at the center where the front of the bus touched the sword in Zhang Beixing's hand, and then extended straight upwards at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The next second, the front of the bus was seen to split in the middle out of thin air, and the crack extended all the way to the back of the bus cab.

Ka La La——

boom--

The front of the car, which seemed like a huge object in front of the little girl, was split into two halves in this short period of time and could no longer threaten the little girl.

In an instant, time seemed to freeze and stop flowing.

People looked towards the most eye-catching place in the square - the bus that had lost control but had been stopped and broken into two halves, and the young man standing in front of the two halves of the bus with a long sword in his hand.

He was dressed in a black robe, holding a long sword in his hand, maintaining a chopping posture, intimidating everyone present all the time.

Their eyes were filled with shock, astonishment, bewilderment, puzzlement, and even a hint of doubt.

But what is happening now has completely exceeded their imagination and is completely beyond their understanding.

How can one person and a sword stop a runaway bus immediately and split it in half?
All of this is unknown and beyond their understanding.

But none of this matters.

What’s important is that the young man saved the little girl, saved himself, and even saved most of the people in the square.

"This...this is a miracle, right?" someone in the crowd murmured to himself.

"Yes, isn't it? This should be a miracle..." another person echoed.

"This must be a miracle!" someone else shouted.

"No, it's not a miracle...it was done by that young man. He was the one who split the bus in half with one sword..." someone objected.

"But how is that possible? The bus was going at least 50 miles per hour just now! How could he cut it in half with just one sword... This is unrealistic!" someone questioned.

"I also find it unrealistic, but that seems to be the case... How else can we explain all this? Isn't that guy too strong?" someone else sighed.

"Strong? Can this be explained by the word strong? Is he still a human being? Splitting a bus in half with one sword, it's impossible no matter how you think about it, but he did it..." someone exclaimed.

"He actually did it, and he still maintained such a handsome posture..." someone else added.

"Oh shit, if this gets posted on the Internet, it'll be a hit!" someone in the crowd shouted excitedly.

So, everyone spontaneously took out their mobile phones, took pictures of the scene, and pressed the shutter button one after another, trying to record this amazing scene.

The soldiers lying in ambush nearby were also watching this scene.

They were both bystanders and witnesses of this scene, and witnessed the shocking scene of the out-of-control bus being split in half by the young man's sword just as it was about to hit the young man...

Is this the strength displayed by the foreign aid specially invited by Fenglan City Military District?

This is simply beyond imagination...

No, with the limitations of human beings, it is impossible to accomplish such a feat. It is absolutely beyond human ability.

It is simply a fantasy to use a sword to stop a runaway bus, and even slowing it down a little is extremely difficult.

After all, the gap between the two is too big.

On one side is an ordinary long sword, and on the other side is a bus running out of control at a speed of 50 miles per hour. There is no comparison between the two.

With a gurgle, the on-site commander Wang Meng swallowed his saliva. He stared at Zhang Beixing in astonishment, the shock in his heart was like a huge wave.

This was completely beyond the scope of human beings... and completely overturned his understanding of human limits.

At this moment, Zhou Wen, who was standing next to him, seemed relatively calm.

He was only stunned for a few seconds before quickly coming to his senses.

He raised his hand and patted Wang Meng's shoulder, trying to calm him down.

Wang Meng turned his head stiffly, staring at Zhou Wen with dull eyes. He moved his mouth for a long time before asking, "You, why aren't you surprised at all?"

Zhou Wen smiled slightly, the muscles at the corners of his eyes twitching slightly, and then said: "If you have performed a mission with that young man, you will not doubt that he has the ability to split the bus with a sword."

In fact, judging from the ability Zhang Beixing demonstrated in this mission, (End of this chapter)