diymy Chapter 101 Flying Swallow Twin Blades, A Way to Die
Chapter 101 Flying Swallow Twin Blades, A Way to Die
Chapter 99 Flying Swallow Twin Blades, A Way to Die
"impossible."
After Yagyu Haruno finished his slash, his body froze on the spot.
He looked down at his right leg, his eyes filled with disbelief.
At this moment, his right leg was severed at the knee.
The cut was smooth, and blood first seeped out, then gushed out like a spring.
I clearly had the upper hand.
Sensing the danger, it tried its best to dodge.
However, as soon as the thought crossed my mind, my body couldn't keep up.
The opponent's body and sword became one, his movements were unpredictable and elusive, and the light of the sword was also faintly visible.
He could dodge the decapitating blade, but he couldn't dodge the spinning backhand slash from behind.
"Nothing is impossible. Your knife is just a knife, but my knife is me."
Li Xin swung both hands to his sides.
The two broken swords flew out with a whoosh.
Strangely, the blade did not fall to the ground, but instead transformed into a bizarre arc, slashing across the left and right sides of Yagyu Haruno's neck.
Yagyu Haruno only managed to slash the left side of the blade with his sword, but his footing became unsteady and he lost his balance slightly, so he failed to block the right side of the blade.
Chi———
The right carotid artery has been severed with a single cut.
Blood mist like smoke.
"Swallow Returns?"
Looking at the blood spurting from his neck, Yagyu Haruno hesitated, his vision blurred, and he forced out two words.
"What swallow return?"
It was just my senior sister's Flying Swallow Double Blade Technique.
Since she's been bullied by you all here, let's use her swordsmanship to settle things once and for all.
Li Xin chuckled softly.
After the Heavenly War God [Erlang Zhenjun] is activated, his ability to change body shape, control distance, and adapt to different sword techniques is simply like that of a god descending to earth.
The most important thing is to integrate the body and the sword, avoiding the strong and attacking the weak.
They had already calculated every move and every strike of the opponent perfectly.
At this moment, it would be an easy victory.
If it weren't for wanting to see more of the Shinkage-ryu sword technique, I wouldn't have been able to grasp its ingenious techniques.
With his first strike, he could sever the opponent's throat.
"It seems that the best use of the Heavenly God of War's divine will is in one-on-one battles."
As long as it's not a situation of overwhelming strength, if one can counter and adapt to changing circumstances, one is practically unparalleled.
Li Xin reached out and took the gleaming longsword from the other man's hand. Looking at Liu Shengyuan's unseeing eyes, he coldly said, "This sword is indeed very good, but you are not worthy of it."
Buzz————
The blade trembled in his hand.
It emitted a metallic, chirping sound.
It sounded like cheers and jubilation.
It's truly a magical sword.
Li Xin looked closely at the inscription near the hilt of the blade and saw three seal characters engraved on the fish-scale-like steel pattern.
Marquis of Xinting
The blade is slightly narrow, while the tip is slightly wide.
The blade is over three feet long—the tip is cut into a sharp, slanted angle, making it look ferocious and menacing.
Holding it in my hand, I felt a strange sense of connection, as if we were blood relatives.
Seeing the mountains of corpses and seas of blood ahead, I couldn't help but feel a surge of murderous intent.
"It's the Xintinghou sword? I heard it's been missing for a long time, how did the Japanese get it?"
Zhuang Hongxiu craned her neck to look, her eyes filled with astonishment.
This is a historically famous sword.
Historical records indicate that Zhang Fei (Zhang Yide) possessed such a precious sword, which he always carried with him and served as a symbol of his status.
Given Zhang Fei's personality, this knife must have killed countless people.
Even now, it looks brand new.
This is definitely not just because the materials are good.
Li Xin felt a surge of joy upon seeing it from his psychic perspective.
He saw the strange characters and patterns on the blade once again.
Upon closer inspection, the blood-red patterns had disappeared. However, when viewed through squinting eyes, the patterns exuded a sharp and piercing aura that pressed against one's brow.
If you stare at it for too long, it feels like your eyes are being pricked by needles.
"We'll study it when we get back."
He composed himself and turned his gaze to the other people in the courtyard.
The psychic perspective was never withdrawn, yet it revealed things that others could not see.
"You're a disciple of the Swallow Sect, right? What's your relationship with Gao Tianyun?"
Li Xin's gaze locked onto a lean, wiry young man not far from Zhang Wuying, and he asked in a deep voice.
The opponent's gait was light and agile, giving people a sense of leaping and undulating at all times.
It was very similar to my first impression of Gao Tianyun.
That's not what Li Xin was actually concerned about.
It was the dense, impenetrable black aura emanating from the other party.
They're hostile towards me.
"Lian Feiyu is indeed a disciple of the Swallow Sect. He was sent by the Tongxing Escort Agency to protect us from assassination by the conservative faction."
Zhang Wujie asked, puzzled, "Master Lian has always been diligent and extremely capable. Does Master Li have any doubts?"
"Make your move. If you can block one of my strikes, I'll spare your life."
Li Xin offered no explanation.
I believe the other party understands as well.
Previously, Cheng Feiyan had been bullied and oppressed—the Japanese experts attacked her with ruthless moves.
These experts from the capital, all of whom were guards, surprisingly did not offer any assistance; they simply stared at them with wide, unyielding eyes.
Is this the time for you to watch a play?
Let's not talk about camaraderie.
There's always a sense of shared sorrow among compatriots, like the fox mourning the death of its kin.
The Japanese devils were so arrogant, they just pretended not to see anything.
Then why bother practicing martial arts?
What's the point of still being alive?
"There was no grievance in the past, and no enmity in the present. I don't understand what you mean, Master Li?"
"You must understand that Tongxing is no small, insignificant family; it will not tolerate your Bagua Martial Arts School's bullying."
"Fine, then you can die."
puff!
The blade flashed like snow.
Even with a smile still on his face, Lian Feiyu's head was already flying into the air.
too fast.
So fast that even Fei Yu himself only moved his left little finger, without even drawing his sword.
Zhang Wuying let out a gasp.
He opened his mouth, but said nothing.
The gazes directed at Li Xin now held a hint of fear.
"And you, why didn't you run away?"
Li Xin then looked at another tall and sturdy man carrying a sword.
The man's muscles were bulging all over his body, as if he had practiced some kind of external martial arts.
Judging from the large sword behind him and the red ribbon tied to the hilt, he must be from Yuanshun Escort Agency.
"I'm sorry, Miss Feiyan. Master Li is right to reprimand me."
He drew his broadsword from behind him, and with a whoosh, swung it back in front of him, severing his left arm.
Blood gushed out like a spring.
He threw down the broadsword, gripped his severed arm tightly, and walked towards the courtyard gate with his head down.
Sweat dripped down his face like beads.
Li Xin did not stop him this time.
The gaze fell on the last bodyguard.
This is a middle-aged man who is about forty years old.
He held a pipe in his mouth, its light flickering.
His eyes rolled slightly outward, staring intently at Li Xin's movements.
"Young man, you still want to kill me? Even if Cheng Yuanhua came, he wouldn't dare to be as domineering as you."
"So what if we couldn't save that little girl? I'm here as a bodyguard for the court's ambitious reforms, not to be someone's babysitter."
"you're right----"
Li Xin nodded, "If that's the case, then you can die."
"7
The malice revealed through a psychic perspective is undeniable.
Whether it's jealousy, resentment, or simply being arrogant and disapproving of one's own seniority, it's all fine.
If someone is incompetent in martial arts, harbors malicious intent, and puts on airs like a senior, then they deserve to die a righteous death.
Li Xin carried his sword with him, and the sword light suddenly intensified.
The Dragon Slash was elusive and unpredictable, yet it struck with overwhelming force.