Your Majesty, Please Stop!

Chapter 69: The Austerity Sword and the Howling Dog Gun

The ground was covered in a pool of bloody red, and eleven heads rolled down the hillside with a rumbling sound.

This scene could be described as bloody and terrifying.

When have the ordinary people below the mountain ever seen such a scene? They couldn't help but retreat in fear, and the faces of timid women and children turned pale, their cries filling the air.

Su Zefeng, Jiang Hezhu, Murong Yunxi, and others all trembled.

Even Yuan Yourong, Song Dongxi, Murong Lei, and a few others knelt on the ground, forcing themselves to look up, their expressions blank. Was this little thief trying to exterminate them all?

Brothers, I'm sorry, I really want to stay alive.

Xin Zhuo's breath trembled slightly as he muttered to himself.

These dead people, after being replaced, are not included in the list of offerings, but he still felt a little sad.

He is not a bloodthirsty person, nor is he a ruthless and vicious villain. In fact, he has a sunny disposition and longs for a peaceful and beautiful life.

If given a choice, he would rather laugh and play with anyone, have a drink together and boast.

But the premise is not to be pushed too far!

If just now he hadn't coincidentally shared and integrated the Hidden Weapons technique, even if he ran as fast as he could, he could barely escape, but Cui Ying'er and Han Qiniang would undoubtedly die.

Moreover, the people who were killed were also chasing after them, and their intentions were not good.

At this point, the situation had developed to this point, and it had nothing to do with kindness or means. One cannot be too naive in life. It's just a matter of life and death. The plan you made to kill me, I will naturally retaliate by killing your family members. Otherwise, how can I leave with a complete sense of awe?

Of course, his confidence comes from the Practitioners from the Four Great Families. From their Blood Qi, the highest is only the sixth rank, and they don't have the ability to kill with a single blow.

At this moment, the crowd scattered throughout the mountains, after a brief panic, quieted down again.

Xin Zhuo glanced down the mountain again, thinking that the tension had eased, it was time to leave. If he stayed any longer, he would collapse. He took a step back: "Retreat!"

"Xin Zhuo!"

Just at this moment, a figure suddenly walked towards the mountaintop. It was a middle-aged man in a gray robe with a white face and no beard.

His waist was slightly bent, and his face carried a trace of determination and inexplicable sorrow, like a peasant man anxious for the well-being of his family.

But his momentum was rising step by step, and his hands, full of calluses, gripped the broken hilt of the sword at his waist.

"I know you want to leave, but you have created a great sin. How can you just walk away? The four juniors around you, if you want to kill them, go ahead. I need to make a move, and you will accompany them in death. You... can't escape!"

"Sixth rank, Austerity Sword!" The gaze of Shangguan Fanqing, who was in the corner below the mountain, focused, and his eyes showed a strange brilliance.

Sun Dalu asked in surprise, "What is the Kuxing Sword?"

Shangguan Fanqing said, "No wife, no children, no emotions. He travels thousands of miles in his lifetime, only practicing the Sword Technique. He is the sword, and the sword is him. This kind of person is a pure swordsman, stubborn to the point of death. It's best not to provoke him unless absolutely necessary!"

"It's my uncle Tang Rongyi, sixth rank. His realm may not be the highest, but he is the number one swordsman in Fufeng!"

Muran Xiu on the mountain had a drastic change in expression. He whispered to Xin Zhuo and looked at the middle-aged man climbing up the mountain. "Third uncle, please don't! Let us go!"

Muran Yi ignored him. At this moment, his aura had reached a certain extreme. His eyes were sharp, fixed on Xin Zhuo, as if in the whole world, only Xin Zhuo existed!

Xin Zhuo also stared at this person carefully, waving his hand to signal Cui Ying'er and the others to go ahead. He knew that even if they ran away immediately, they would still be struck by this person's sword.

Although the sword couldn't be Hidden Weapons, it was as if they were locked on and couldn't escape.

Moreover, this person's thoughts were too straightforward, without any falsehood. Even if Muran Lei and the others threatened him, they couldn't force him. Even if they killed everyone, he would still make a move.

Cui Ying'er, Muran Xiu, and the others obediently followed and retreated in panic.

Xin Zhuo also took a few steps back.

"Jingling—"

A piercing sword chant cut through the air. Muran Yi had already drawn his sword. The sword was three feet and three inches long, and the edges had become somewhat dull due to years of swinging and polishing, but no one dared to underestimate its sharpness.

"I travel thousands of miles, my sword technique is like a hurricane. Please appreciate it!"

He recited a sentence that seemed to be understood only by himself, neither losing its sharpness nor falling into clichés.

After speaking, he had already leaped into the air, swinging his sword. The sword technique was mysterious, and the dazzling sword aura was like a river of shining chains, with a one-zhang-long sword shadow closely following the blade.

He struck heavily.

The surrounding grass and trees seemed to be pulled by a certain force, bending down together.

"This..."

"What a pure sword move!"

Jiang Hezhu and the group of young gentlemen below, as well as Shangguan Fanqing and others, struggled to swallow their saliva.

Muran Yunxi and other young ladies, including Su Zefeng, had a look of admiration on their faces, as if they all knew this Muran Yi.

Muran Lei and the group of people tilted their heads back and subconsciously moved to the side because they were no longer bound by the bandits.

Without exception, everyone had a question in their hearts. Xin Zhuo had some skills, but he was only a seventh-rank a few days ago. How could he handle this?

Xin Zhuo didn't have many thoughts. He just felt that he couldn't avoid this sword strike, and even Cui Ying'er and the others who had just taken a few steps back might not be able to escape.

So, without hesitation or retreat, folding the golden spear in his hand, it made a "creaking" sound and suddenly transformed into a length of ten feet. Holding the spear in his right hand, he displayed the unpredictable and agile technique of "Lingbo's Elusive Transformation and Cloud Leaping." He was already in mid-air, waving the long spear, thrusting it forward like a spear thrust.

【The Invisible Divine Spear Technique of the Mad Tyrant of Annihilation.】

The cold iron spearhead and the golden spear handle emitted an extremely sharp brilliance under the sunlight.

A hint of coldness arrived first, followed by the appearance of the spear like a dragon.

A long howl, resembling that of a dog, tore through the sky, captivating the hearts of the people.

A True Qi manifestation of a spear shadow, black as ink and resembling the flames of the Underworld, suddenly appeared three feet above his head, like the lingering shadow of the spear.

A domineering, bloodthirsty, malicious, and eerie aura surged in all directions.

This momentum even surpassed Murong Yi's sword technique!

This is the characteristic of a realm above the seventh rank, the manifestation of True Qi in the body and the materialization of weapons, much stronger than carrying a group of small buffs.

"This..."

Countless people below the mountain were just expecting Murong Yi's sword, but now they were in awe of Xin Zhuo's spear.

Countless gazes followed the two figures in mid-air, not daring to blink.

"Dang!"

The bright and majestic sword shadow collided with the bloodthirsty and frenzied spear shadow.

A strong shockwave resounded in all directions, and a chilling True Qi storm spread out.

The group of people closest to Murong Lei couldn't help but tighten their faces and panic in their hearts.

"Boom!"

The sword shadow and the spear shadow disappeared into nothingness.

Then, only the tips of the spear and the sword remained, engaged in a high-difficulty and pure collision.

"Squeak!"

After the piercing sound of a slight impact, the sword blade, worn down by the years, bent under the pressure.

Then, with a sudden bounce, the two figures separated.

Xin Zhuo landed on the ground, taking five steps back with a thud, stopping with the spear as a pillar. His long hair fluttered as his blood and Qi surged endlessly.

Looking at Murong Yi, his sword had been flicked away and he had been thrown out, then he flew in an arc and fell heavily at the foot of the mountain. His footsteps remained steady, but he took seven steps back. His gray clothes rose without wind, barely stopping.

Deep footprints were left on the mountainous terrain ahead.

Then, he raised his hand to catch the falling long sword, sheathed it, remained silent for three breaths, and looked directly at Xin Zhuo, saying, "One sword has been unleashed, and my mission is complete."

He turned and left.

From beginning to end, he showed no joy or sorrow, calmly coming and calmly leaving, as if he didn't care about victory or defeat.

Most of the people on the mountain and below were in a daze.

This battle didn't seem to show how brilliant it was, but one thing was certain: Murong Yi didn't win!

Murong Lei, Yuan Yourong, and the others sat together, staring blankly. They were extremely surprised. When did Xin Zhuo reach the seventh rank? Did he change his spear technique?

Cui Ying'er and her group, who were running away, also stopped and looked back in confusion.

Su Zefeng, who had always hated Xin Zhuo to the bone, rubbed his hands in difficulty, and something beautiful in his heart was shattered. Murong Yi had always been his direction and idol in life.

At least at this moment, the style of Xin Zhuo, the Thief King who fought against the Sword of Asceticism, was deeply engraved in many people's hearts and difficult to forget.

"Young... Young Master, who... who won in the end?" Hai Tang, the maid, looked at her young master in astonishment and couldn't help but ask again.

The expression in Shangguan Fanqing's eyes was ambiguous. "Superficially, neither won nor lost. Xin Zhuo is behind in realm and there is a gap, so he can be considered half defeated. Murong Yi couldn't understand Xin Zhuo's terrifying spear technique. Just now, in an instant, they changed thirteen moves, and he only blocked eight of Xin Zhuo's moves. He didn't know how to block the other five moves and could only rely on the hardness of his sword shape to resist. He suffered a big loss, his True Qi was in disorder, and he was injured internally. He can be considered defeated in one move and at a disadvantage!"

Hai Tang asked in confusion, "If it's a tie, then isn't Murong Yi also half defeated?"

Shangguan Fanqing opened his folding fan. "Martial arts is not calculated like this. In a real life-and-death battle, neither of them can kill each other. If Murong Yi understands Xin Zhuo's spear technique, he will definitely have the upper hand and may even injure Xin Zhuo. But if Xin Zhuo breaks through to the sixth rank, he might be able to kill him!"

As he spoke, he suddenly closed his fan. "Damn it! Xin Zhuo isn't in the sixth rank, using a knife? When did he switch to a spear? Seventh rank? He advanced so quickly? Simply... perceptive and pretending to be a fool."

"Xin Zhuo!"

The four people from the four major families in front of them were not intimidated by Murong Yi's setback. They were unwilling to compromise. The four old men stepped forward together, their bodies tense, and their aura was intimidating. They were all in the sixth rank.

For a while, a strong True Qi fluctuation made the surrounding crowd instinctively move away.

Forget it, Xin Zhuo finally calmed down his Blood Qi and pretended to run away.

Just then, a soft and polite voice came from a distance. "Xin Zhuo, please accept the Autumn Palace's calligraphy!"

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