The road to Jianghu started from the martial arts hall

Chapter 33: One Sword Five Kills
The sun was shining brightly in the sky at noon, and the sound of horse hooves could be heard on the official road three hundred miles away from Sanshui County.

There were obviously only three horses and three people, but the three people on horseback kept whipping the horses, making the three horses run as fast as more than a dozen horses.

Fang Xun and his two companions galloped more than 300 miles in two hours from the time they set out, without relaxing for a single moment. Even the horses could not bear it any longer.

The threat from Wujiantang was like a thorn in their sides, so they dared not relax at all.

At this time, Fang Xun saw a tea stall on the roadside in the distance. He had an idea and immediately shouted to the two of them.

"Two seniors, the horses have been running for nearly two hours. There is a tea stall in front. Why don't we take a rest first? Otherwise, we can bear it, but the horses will be paralyzed."

After hearing this, Zhang Wancheng and Duan Xi were reluctant to stop, but they knew what the other party said was indeed right.

If they continued running for another hour, the horses would become paralyzed and they would have to walk.

If we delay and fail to reach Tiger Mountain, we might be encountered by the killers from Wujiantang.

Neither of them had the confidence to help Fang Xun block the third assassination attempt.

"It's time to give the horse a rest."

As they were talking, the three of them squeezed the horses' bellies. The horses, which were already a little tired, immediately slowed down and trotted to the tea stall.

Fang Xun was the first to dismount. While dismounting, he glanced around the tea stall and immediately saw a dirt road stretching into the distance.

The dirt road is relatively flat, with some stones on the surface, and it looks like people walk on it frequently.

From this, we can infer that there should be a small village seven or eight miles away, and this tea stall should be opened by the villagers, providing a resting place for passers-by on the official road, and also for them to earn some money to supplement their family income.

Otherwise, if a tea stall or inn suddenly appears in a remote place, it is most likely a black shop.

After confirming at a glance that this was not a black shop, Fang Xun and the other two got off their horses and took another look inside the tea stall.

The tea stall was not big, only about fifteen or sixteen meters long and wide, with a total of five tables, each table about three or four meters apart, and only three of the tables were occupied.

A little old man in coarse linen clothes was pouring tea for a table of guests outside. The guests were three dusty men.

I saw that they each had a long sword hanging around their waist, and there were three limp bags lying on the bench beside them.

The three men had calluses on their knuckles, bulging temples, and their bodies were full of energy and blood, obviously they had mastered kung fu.

While drinking tea and chatting, they kept glancing around, maintaining basic vigilance. It seemed that they were three veterans.

There was only one guest at a table four meters to the left of the three people. The guest was dressed brightly and beautifully, had a fair face and looked no more than twenty-three or twenty-four years old.

He has an exquisite sword hanging around his waist. His family background should be better than the three people on the right. He looks like a chivalrous young man.

Ten meters further inside, at the innermost table sat a swordsman in a bamboo hat with a pure black scabbard, drinking by himself.

Fang Xun glanced at the swordsman in the bamboo hat and was immediately shocked.

After Zhang Wancheng and Duan Xi got off their horses, they also took a quick look at the situation in the tea stall. Their eyes briefly touched the five guests and did not linger on them for too long to avoid causing misunderstanding.

However, when he saw the swordsman in the bamboo hat, his expression was stunned for a moment.

'innate!'

But soon, their attention was attracted by the smell of noodles.

There is a simple earthen stove behind the tea stall. Water is boiling in a large iron pot and the aroma of noodles is wafting.

After smelling the fragrance of the noodles, the three of them felt a little hungry, so Duan Xi shouted loudly.

"Old man, three bowls of plain noodles, some peanuts, and some grass for our horses, hurry up!"

"Hey, the three of you, please take a seat inside. It will be ready in a moment. I will make sure the horses are well fed!"

The old man responded and came out to lead the horses. His skillful movements made the three horses not at all shy and they followed him obediently towards the stable behind the tea stall.

After Fang Xun and the other two got off their horses, they walked straight into the tea stall. When they passed the two tables on the outside, they nodded to the four guests, then walked past and came to a table in the middle.

Zhang Wancheng and Duan Xi sat down, still carrying their swords, while Fang Xun took the initiative to take off the iron stick and bag on his back and put them aside, leaving only the matte black sword hanging around his waist.

After sitting down, the three of them remained silent, their eyes alertly keeping an eye on their surroundings. Although the five people in the tea stall looked like strangers passing by based on their expressions and attire, they still had to be cautious.

After a long while, the old man put the horse away and brought three bowls of plain noodles to the table.

Duan Xicai, who was of a rough character, could not help but say, "I haven't had a drop of wine since yesterday. I am really unhappy. Brother Zhang, Young Master Fang, why don't you ask the old waiter to bring three more pots of wine."

Fang Xun was immediately tempted when he heard this, but Zhang Wancheng interrupted him directly: "You have something important to do, so don't drink. If something goes wrong with Young Master Fang, you and I will not have the face to explain to Old Master Wei!"

At this time, Fang Xun smiled and said, "It's okay to have a couple of drinks."

As he spoke, he took out a pot of wine from the package and opened the seal with a bang.

Suddenly, a refreshing fragrance filled the air, and even the other five customers in the tea stall couldn't help but turn their heads to look. "This is half a pot of 100-year-old Bamboo Leaf Green Tea that Master treasured. I got it from Mr. Jiang in the prefecture a few months ago. We won't drink too much, just three small cups each, it won't cause any trouble."

Duan Xi smelled the aroma of wine and his appetite was immediately aroused. He hurriedly placed three small cups on the table. Zhang Wancheng could not help swallowing and stopped refusing.

At this time, the old man at the tea stall also brought a plate of peanuts to the table.

Fang Xun took a look and saw that it was not the peanuts with vinegar, so he didn't say anything.

Most people in Jiangzhou like vinegar and sweet food, and they want peanuts cooked with aged vinegar, but in his previous life, he did not like pickled vegetables or cold dishes.

He picked up the wine jug and filled three cups one by one.

"Dry!"

The three of them drank it all immediately, and Duan Xi and Zhang Wancheng put down their cups and praised in unison.

"Good wine!"

After saying that, he threw a few peanuts into his mouth.

Fang Xun smiled and said, "Of course it's good wine. I prepared it specially for you two."

"Ok?"

Duan Xi didn't notice anything wrong, but Zhang Wancheng, who was more sensitive, immediately felt that something was wrong.

Just when they were about to say something, their faces changed at the same time, and their bodies felt weak for some reason. The true energy in their bodies curled up in their dantian like a pool of stagnant water, and they couldn't mobilize it no matter what.

Suddenly, Fang Xun stretched out his hand like lightning and tapped the two of them a few times, turning them into sculptures in an instant.

Caught off guard, Zhang Wancheng and Duan Xi could only stare wide-eyed and wanted to speak, but after the mute point was pressed, they could not utter a word.

Fang Xun ignored the two of them and turned to glance at the other six people in the tea stall. He smiled and said, "I've been surrounded. Why haven't you guys from Wu Jian Tang taken action yet?"

In an instant, five cold rays appeared one by one from the front, back, left and right of Fang Xun.

The three swordsmen, the young hero and the old man at the tea stall suddenly attacked at the same time.

The flashes of swords and shadows of sabers completely blocked him from all sides and attacked his vital points directly.

Duan Xi and Zhang Wancheng were unable to move. All the pores on their bodies tightened. They had not yet recovered from the sudden attack, and now their hearts immediately felt cold again.

"Five people who have reached the perfection of the acquired realm? The third wave of assassinations from Wu Jian Tang is coming now? ! "

They wanted to close their eyes and wait for death, but because of the acupuncture points they had been subjected to, they couldn't even close their eyelids.

Suddenly, with a clang, the matte black sword at Fang Xun's waist was unsheathed.

The black sword light burst out, and there were five consecutive clanging sounds, like rain hitting banana leaves, and in an instant it was sheathed again.

After one sword strike, the five cold rays dissipated and turned into scattered stardust.

The five people who were besieging Fang Xun stood there stiffly for a long time before they fell to the ground with a "plop" sound, blood gushing out of their necks.

Duan Xi and Zhang Wancheng were horrified after seeing this scene.

They had always known that Brother Xun was extremely skilled in stick techniques and four-form grappling techniques, but the swordsmanship that Fang Xun suddenly displayed shocked them.

They discovered that they and Yue Shan seemed to know nothing about each other.

Just a sword!
Fang Xun only used one sword!
He killed five Musou assassins in one go, and neither of them even saw how the other party drew his sword!
When did he learn swordsmanship? ! !
What kind of swordsmanship did he learn? ! ! !

How could his swordsmanship be so terrifying? ! ! ! !
The two of them screamed and questioned frantically in their hearts, but unfortunately Fang Xun ignored them and his eyes never left the swordsman in the bamboo hat inside the tea stall.

pop - pop - pop -

A burst of applause suddenly rang out. The swordsman in the bamboo hat sitting at the innermost row clapped a few times and then took off his hat, revealing a face so ordinary that it would be unrecognizable even if it were thrown into the crowd.

The black sword guard at the waist was no longer covered, and the two words "soul-chasing" shone with a chilling light that captivated people.

"Amazing, really amazing. You can kill five acquired perfectionists with one sword without even reaching the innate level. Once you reach the innate level, it will be a sure thing for you to be in the top 30 of the Dragon and Phoenix Ranking. Unfortunately, you don't have a chance to reach the innate level!"

As he spoke, there were two clang sounds, and the Soul-Chasing Sword was unsheathed and put back into the sheath in an instant.

A dark sword light burst out, but Du Feng did not move at all and still sat steadily at the table, as if everything that had just happened was an illusion.

Fang Xun looked at the black sword light coming towards him and knew that this was not an illusion.

Du Feng slashed casually and a sword energy left his body and attacked him like lightning, as if it could take his life in the next moment!

(End of this chapter)