The road to Jianghu started from the martial arts hall

Chapter 40: Finally Meeting the Master
In the rain, there was wind and rain.

Both sound and vision were greatly obstructed, and the people in Feiying Fort, who were some distance away from the temple entrance, did not notice the atmosphere between Fang Xun and Lian Zhenshan and the other three.

For a moment, looking at the bandits who were stunned and stood there like clay sculptures in shock, their expressions became ferocious.

"The leader of the bandits is dead, brothers, kill him!"

I don't know who shouted first, which completely ignited the murderous intent in the hearts of the people in Feiying Castle. They howled and rushed forward to hack and kill fiercely as if they were injected with chicken blood.

In an instant, blood splattered again, and more than a dozen bandit corpses appeared on the ground.

The screams before death immediately woke up the other bandits and they began to flee in panic.

Even if the main general of an army was beheaded, it would greatly shake the morale of the troops and their morale would plummet, let alone this group of rabble!

Just now, everyone in Feiying Fort was caught off guard. Many of their companions who had been with them day and night were either dead or injured. They had been holding back a rage in their hearts and were eager to vent it. How could they let these bandits get away?

In an instant, the shouts and cries of killing shook the sky. The old blood had not yet dried, and new blood was added!

At the temple gate, after Lian Teng shouted, Lian Zhenshan and Lao Zhang's faces also became mysterious. They looked at Fang Xun with smiles on their faces.

"Young Master Fang, this is about the Grandmaster's secret weapon, so I'd rather you die!"

When he said the last few words, Lian Zhenshan roared like thunder, making the eardrums of Lian Teng beside him buzz.

After shouting, he and Lao Zhang jumped up at the same time, with their five fingers bent and stretched out. The strength moved from their arms to their palms and then to their five fingers, and they grabbed Fang Xun fiercely like an eagle's claw.

They are all decisive people. Once they have made up their minds, they are filled with murderous intent. It is right to strike first while the opponent is injured and exhausted!

The two of them were indeed well-known innate masters in Guangling Prefecture. The Eagle Claw Kung Fu, a common martial arts skill, was extremely powerful in their hands, and the strong wind hit Fang Xun's face directly.

If an ordinary person was caught by this claw, his stomach would be ripped open instantly.

Lian Teng, who was standing at the back, saw his father and Uncle Zhang displaying their prowess, and his handsome face twisted with excitement.

"So what if you have the Soul Chasing Sword? So what if you are a top player on the Dragon and Phoenix Rankings? After you have exhausted all your strength, you will still be at the mercy of others!"

Facing the joint attack of the two, Fang Xun sneered, then stretched out his hands like lightning.

next moment.

Click——

There was a sound of bones cracking.

Bang——Bang——

Lian Zhenshan and Lao Zhang fell to the ground like broken sacks, with their limbs twisted in strange shapes.

Fang Xun looked at the two people twitching on the ground with blood oozing from their mouths and sneered, "Have you forgotten who my master is?"

When the two heard this, their eyes were filled with horror.

They made the same mistake as Ba Hongming, because Xun Ge'er's swordsmanship was so amazing that people forgot that he was Wei Lin's apprentice, and his signature skill was the Four Forms Free-Hand grappling technique!

Poof - poof -

Fang Xun's face was indifferent. He stepped down with his feet, and the two men's heads exploded like watermelons, with red and white scattered all over the ground.

Lian Teng's face turned pale. This scene was so different from what he had imagined. He let out a strange cry and fled frantically into the temple.

When Fang Xun saw this, he kicked up two ping-pong ball-sized stones on the ground.

The next moment, with a "puff" sound, Lian Teng, who had escaped back to the temple, felt a flower of blood burst out from his calf. The stone had actually directly pierced his legs!
"what------"

In an instant, a shrill scream resounded throughout the temple, and even the heavy rain could not cover up Lian Teng's scream.

This shout finally alarmed some of the people from Flying Eagle Fort who were chasing the fleeing bandits in the distance.

"It's the voice of the young fortress master!"

They quickly turned their heads to look at the ruined temple, and saw a scene that made their eyes burst with anger.

The headless bodies of Lian Zhenshan and Lao Zhang fell to the ground. Through the big hole in the temple wall, Lian Teng could be seen lying on the ground, holding his legs and groaning in pain.

"He killed the castle lord!"

With a bang, the people in Feiying Fort, who were already blood-thirsty, instantly had blood rushing to their heads. More than a hundred people abandoned the fleeing bandits and madly surrounded Fang Xun to kill him.

"Humph! Courting death!"

Fang Xun's eyes were filled with murderous intent. The reckless actions of the people in Feiying Fort had completely worn out his patience.

The Soul-Hunting Sword was instantly unsheathed, making a terrifying sword sound!

chi chi-

A black sword flashed, and the first person from Flying Eagle Castle who rushed up was torn into pieces, dying in a very miserable way.

Fang Xun had an indifferent expression on his face, and he took the initiative to walk into the crowd. Even though there were swords and sabers everywhere around him, and even though he was injured and his strength was affected, he was still fearless.

As the sword flashed, the crisp sound of ding-dang-dang was like pearls falling on a jade plate. In an instant, the weapons in the hands of seven people broke, and they fell down with a burst of blood mist spurting out of their necks.

Then Fang Xun took another step forward, sword lights flashing everywhere, like a bright moon rising with him as the center. In an instant, blood flowers bloomed all around his body, and anyone from the Flying Eagle Castle who wanted to get close to him became a sieve.

As Fang Xun walked in this way, his aura would increase with every step he took, and the murderous aura on his body would become stronger.

Although the murderous intent surged to the limit, Fang Xun's mind was extremely calm.

The master is in trouble, surrounded by wolves, and the heavy rain blocks the road. Lian Teng and the other two keep teasing him without knowing whether to live or die.
All these incidents had already fueled his murderous intent to the extreme, and he only wanted to kill people.

Now, those blind guys from Feiying Fort surrounded and attacked him again, which completely ignited his murderous intent.

One life after another disappeared in his hands, but Fang Xun's heart did not feel the slightest ripple, as if the people he killed were not human beings!

Swing the sword, sheath the sword, swing the sword, sheath the sword.
Fang Xun completely transformed into a killing machine, and the sword in his hand seemed to have undergone unpredictable changes.

As if he had gained some kind of enlightenment and inspiration during the killing, the sword in his hand was no longer dazzling, but instead its light was restrained.

Each sword was thrust out lightly, and it seemed that the besiegers of Flying Eagle Castle could be easily knocked away, but the result was that the besiegers were killed by having their throats cut lightly one by one.

The Soul-Hunting Sword in his hand emitted a continuous humming sound, like a series of trembling notes forming a beautiful melody.

The blood that had just stained the sword was immediately washed away by the rain, which also cleansed Fang Xun's soul.

The hundreds of sword techniques obtained from Linghu Chong, Yue Buqun, Madam Ye Di, and those learned during the duel with Du Feng, all the sword techniques with different styles began to merge under the guidance of "Nine Swords of Dugu".

He used one sword technique after another, and the countless moves were gradually simplified, until in the end there was only one move that could be divided into four swords.

"The four swords kill, the sword is not used lightly, and blood will be drawn when it is used!"

Fang Xun felt more and more excited as he killed more and more. After venting the murderous intent in his heart, he felt so refreshed that he couldn't help but let out a long howl.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!

A man should kill people without mercy. This sword is for killing. It will kill people when it is angry!
Killing one person is a sin, killing ten thousand people is a hero, killing nine million people is the best of heroes! "At this time, the only thirty-seven people left in Feiying Fort were immediately awakened by this long roar.

It was like a basin of ice water, extinguishing the fighting spirit in my heart.

Watching oneself and others being killed like grass by the enemy, but being unable to cause any harm to the enemy, this suffocating fear is enough to drive a person crazy.

"Run! He's a devil! A devil!"

I don't know who roared, but in an instant the remaining 37 people from Flying Eagle Castle completely collapsed.

They wailed, dropped their weapons, and fled, crawling and tumbling, wishing their parents had not given them two more legs.

Fang Xun's eyes were cold and he swung out another sword in an instant.

Sword skills should be as light and flowing as river water, but after Fang Xun thrust out these four swords, it was as if the light river water instantly boiled, filling the world with murderous aura.

This sword contains countless changes, just like when all changes are exhausted, like a river reaching the end, condensing into these four swords.

In an instant, a terrifying murderous aura swept over.

The thirty-seven people from Flying Eagle Castle who were still fleeing stopped in place as if they were under a spell. Their faces were filled with horror, but their feet had somehow lost the motivation to run.

It was like the little white rabbit encountered a giant dragon at the top of the food chain. It could only stand there and tremble as it became the dragon's food. It didn't even have the courage to escape!

With a swish, the sword split into four sword lights. Fang Xun followed the sword and his figure passed through the crowd in an instant.

Puff puff puff puff puff—

After a series of muffled thuds, thirty-seven people from Flying Eagle Fort fell to the ground with blood bursting out from their brows, throats, chests, and abdomens, with expressions of extreme shock and fear still on their faces.

"Four Swords to Kill", but there is only one sword, which is divided into four sword lights, pointing directly at the four vital points: the center of the eyebrows, throat, chest, and abdomen. This is a sword specially created for killing!
With a clang, the Soul-Hunting Sword was sheathed.

Fang Xun's face suddenly turned pale, and he spat out another mouthful of scarlet liquid, and suddenly felt a sense of fatigue rising in his heart.

He quickly checked his body and found that less than 10% of his internal energy remained, and his internal organs had also suffered some injuries.

His sword skills were further improved after the killing just now, and he directly created the "Four Swords of Killing". Fang Xun immediately realized that his martial arts had finally taken a new step forward.

If he were to advance beyond the innate realm in the future, this step would be crucial.

However, "Four Swords of Killing" has just been created and he needs to continue to improve it.

Fang Xun felt that he had created a ferocious beast, but he was unable to completely tame it for the time being.

This sword is too extreme and is only for killing. If it cannot be completely tamed, it will be like a double-edged sword, killing people while destroying its own vitality.

Fortunately, Fang Xun had a strong physique, and he had just used it in a state of sudden enlightenment, so the backlash was not that serious. He managed to hold on and only needed to rest for a day or two.

After taking a look at the scene with corpses all over the ground and blood flowing like a river, Fang Xun dragged his tired body back to the ruined temple and began to clean up the battlefield.

He quickly searched the bodies of Ba Hongming, Lian Zhenshan and Lao Zhang, and found some money, medicine, two martial arts secrets and a mysterious account book.

After touching the bodies of the three people, Fang Xun walked quickly into the ruined temple.

Lian Teng, who was lying on the ground holding his legs and groaning, turned pale when he saw Fang Xun and screamed in horror.

"Brother Fang, no, Young Hero Fang, Great Hero Fang!
It’s all Daddy and Uncle Zhang’s fault, yes, they acted on their own, they were wrong, it’s none of my business, you are kind-hearted, just ignore me.”

As he was speaking, Lian Teng suddenly felt himself being tapped a few times. He immediately shut his mouth and became unable to move.

Fang Xun was already a little tired, and this guy's scream was too unpleasant, which made him annoyed. He just pressed a few major acupoints and immediately felt calm.

He ignored Lian Teng who was extremely frightened, and touched Yue Shan's body again. After taking out some silver and a mysterious account book, he put his bag on the back of the bag on the open ground.

After taking a look at Lian Teng, he sneered, grabbed the other's collar and strode out.

Fang Xun knew without asking that it must be this guy who took it upon himself to cut Yue Shan's neck.

Lian Zhenshan and Lao Zhang, two old veterans, know the importance of the matter and would not do such a thing.

Fang Xun was originally planning to interrogate Yue Shan about the whole story, but now he was stabbed in the neck by Lian Teng's sword, which made him extremely angry.

However, he still had to ask Lian Teng about the origin of the jade pendant, so he couldn't kill this guy for the time being.

"Just wait and see how I deal with you!"

Lian Teng became even more frightened when he heard this.

Fang Xun ignored the other party, walked out of the temple, and found his horse nearby.

He flipped over and got on the horse's back, and carried Lian Tengdiu horizontally behind him.

Da da da da da da——

The sound of horse hooves was heard, and in the blink of an eye, they rushed out of the ruined temple, trampling on the corpses on the official road and galloping towards the tiger.

Galloping in the rain, Fang Xun soon saw some scattered bandits fleeing.

Looking at these bandits, Fang Xun felt murderous intent again, and suddenly a white color appeared in his hand.

The wet cloth stick was like a poisonous snake coming out of a hole. With a snap, a fleeing bandit suddenly vomited blood and fell to the ground, with a dent on his back.

The cloth stick was as graceful as a startled swan and as bright as a swimming dragon, and each strike took the life of a bandit.

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The meter-long cloth stick in Fang Xun's hand was flying frequently, and the fleeing bandits on the road were injured if they touched it, or killed if they were hit by it.

As he hurried on, he killed people indiscriminately, and the white cloth stick was gradually dyed red.

In just over two quarters of an hour, Fang Xun galloped fifty miles on his horse and arrived at the Menghu Village. Along the way, at least a hundred fleeing bandits died.

Seeing the village gate ahead, he still did not stop.

"who?!"

Although it was raining heavily, there were still a few people guarding the door. However, Fang Xun rode his horse at full speed with no intention of stopping. In the blink of an eye, he rushed in front of them.

"The one who killed you!"

With a loud shout, a blood-red cloth stick was pulled out, and in an instant several bandits were knocked away, falling to the ground with blood spitting out of their mouths.

Fang Xun rushed through the gate and charged into the Tiger Hall.
Rushed all the way to the place where Wei Lin was imprisoned.

Of the dozen or so bandits they encountered along the way, except for one who was left alive, the rest were beaten to death with a stick.

After some interrogation, Fang Xun sent the last person alive to the west, and soon arrived at the gate of the prison where Wei Lin was imprisoned.

With a bang, the door was kicked open. Fang Xun rushed into the cell anxiously and finally saw the familiar figure.

"Master!"

(End of this chapter)