Chapter 64

That hand, fair and slender.

It supported the chin of the person, causing them to bite off half their tongue, tilt their head back, and retreat, dying on the spot.

As she watched this hand brush past her face, Su Wenxiu’s face turned pale.

Qin Xianyu stood behind her, retracting his hand.

“Earlier, I only sensed the killing intent and was unprepared. The side of the carriage was pierced, and I was stabbed, being pushed to break through the side of the carriage.” Qin Xianyu gritted his teeth, his expression cold, thinking to himself, “If it weren’t for the golden paper containing the true explanation of swordsmanship, I would have really died.”

The crossbow bolt came swiftly and fiercely, leaving Qin Xianyu almost no time to react, nor the chance to use any techniques. He only saw the side of the carriage break open before he was hit by the arrow.

How much force must it have taken for this arrow to penetrate the carriage and push him to break through the side of the carriage?

Fortunately, he had placed the golden paper containing the true explanation of swordsmanship in his chest, which blocked the arrow. Otherwise, even if he had cultivated the ability to project true qi externally, he would have been pierced through the chest and abdomen by this arrow. Qin Xianyu thought that if he had really been hit by the arrow, not only would he have been pierced, but his internal organs would have been severely damaged, and he would have died completely.

Although he did not die, the crossbow bolt was too fast, and the force was too great.

Qin Xianyu’s chest bones were broken, and his back was injured from crashing through the carriage. At this moment, he relied on the circulation of true qi to reduce the pain and suppress his injuries. Although the injuries were suppressed, the killing intent and coldness in his heart filled his chest, unable to be restrained.

He took a few steps forward and picked up a long sword from the ground.

Just as he raised his head, a bandit approached, thrusting a long spear directly at Qin Xianyu’s forehead.

Whoosh!

Su Wenxiu only saw the little Taoist, who was supposed to have "died a tragic death," come back to life and swing his sword, causing the long spear to break into two pieces.

The little Taoist swung his sword again, and the bandit’s face gained a wound that penetrated the skull.

Although he had killed another person, the young Taoist’s face remained cold and indifferent, showing no significant emotion, which made Su Wenxiu feel some fear.

Qin Xianyu took a deep breath and looked at the woman from before.

This woman was about twenty years old, with a beautiful appearance and a scholarly air, appearing quite gentle. However, in this situation, she still showed a look of fear, evoking pity.

Qin Xianyu’s expression was cold as he said, “I don’t care why they are robbing us, but I, the young Taoist, will take charge of this matter!”

The feeling of almost dying still lingered, not dissipating for a long time.

He gritted his teeth and muttered to himself, “I, the young Taoist, will take charge of this matter.”

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Clang!

Ye Qing took three steps back, his throat swelling, almost spitting out blood.

He had cultivated inner strength, reaching one inch in height.

The opponent was probably the same, or even slightly weaker.

However, when Lord Liu was injured by the crossbow bolt, he was startled and turned his head, only to see the young lady being captured. In his shock, he naturally became distracted. When the two blades clashed, he was flipped over by the opponent’s long blade, which struck his shoulder with the hilt.

Injured, he naturally became weaker, and with his mind preoccupied, he fell into a disadvantage.

Ye Qing focused his mind, not daring to be distracted, but could only barely hold on.

The black-clothed man wielded his blade again.

Ye Qing held his blade to defend.

But the black-clothed man’s blade was a feint, and he kicked with his foot.

Ye Qing was prepared and used his leg to block.

But the kick was also a feint.

The real move was the black-clothed man’s left palm.

This palm broke Ye Qing’s shoulder blade and knocked him to the ground.

Then a blade came down.

“Finished,” the thought flashed through Ye Qing’s mind.

Blood splattered, flying onto Ye Qing’s face.

But it was not his blood.

Ye Qing opened his eyes and saw the black-clothed man with a steel blade standing still, then falling backward.

On the black-clothed man’s face, there was a deep gash from his left ear to his right ear, blood spraying, making his face unrecognizable, and his chest and abdomen completely red.

Could an inner strength expert die so easily?

Ye Qing felt as if he were in a dream, finding it hard to believe. He was already lying on the ground but struggled to lift his eyes to look up.

He saw a clear and refined face appear before him.

The wind fluttered his sleeves, and a corner of a Taoist robe appeared before his eyes.

It was a young Taoist with a clear and refined appearance.

The young Taoist looked down at Ye Qing from above, his tone cold, and said, “Your people are about to be wiped out.”

It was this sentence that made Ye Qing suddenly tremble, and he leaped up like a carp, not caring about his shock or the fact that the little Taoist who was supposed to have died had come back to life. Seeing the urgent situation, he leaped up, holding a steel blade and rushing into the fray, cutting down enemies everywhere.

The leader of this group had already been killed by the young Taoist in Taoist attire. Among the remaining bandits, there were no inner strength experts. Although there were still four or five people who could move and control their qi, Ye Qing’s steel blade, with his inner strength cultivation, was unstoppable.

As Ye Qing wielded his blade and charged into the crowd, each move and strike carried great force, and ordinary martial artists could not resist.

In the crowd, he moved freely, and wherever he went, blood splattered.

The battle was already decided, and Qin Xianyu no longer paid attention. He closed his eyes slightly and secretly circulated his true qi.

“My true qi cultivation has already reached seven and a half inches. After many days of cultivation, although I have not reached the boundary of seven and six inches, it is still higher than before.” Qin Xianyu thought to himself, “Originally, true qi is gentle and good for health and longevity, while inner strength is harmful to the body but extremely powerful. At the same level of cultivation, inner strength is stronger. However, my sword technique is a secret technique, adding much more power, and one strike can surpass an inner strength expert of equal cultivation.”

“With true qi cultivation of more than seven and a half inches, I can have the upper hand against an inner strength expert of eight inches.”

“And the Cicada Wing Step is unpredictable and extremely fast, allowing me to maneuver. Although I do not know the changes in sword techniques, with this step, I can surpass inner strength experts.”

Qin Xianyu looked at the corpse on the ground, its eyes still open, and thought to himself, “I used the Cicada Wing Step to approach him, and before he could react, I killed him with one strike, not giving him the chance to use his inner strength. Besides, this person only had one inch of inner strength. Even if he used all his techniques, how could he resist my secret sword technique?”

The man’s death was quite unpleasant, and Qin Xianyu only glanced at him a few times, frowning slightly, then turned his eyes away.

At this moment, the battle was almost over.

An inner strength expert, with the power of a single move, far surpasses ordinary martial artists. With Ye Qing, an inner strength expert, the tide of the battle could be turned.

Although the number of enemies was nearly double, Ye Qing cut down the five inner strength experts, boosting morale, and then continued to kill the remaining enemies. On the Xiang family’s side, three inner strength experts had lost one, but the remaining two were also fierce, and their steel blades and swords cut down the bandits who had not yet reached the level of inner strength.

Qin Xianyu nodded slightly, his expression slightly easing.

Suddenly, the young Taoist’s expression changed drastically.

A faint killing intent appeared.

A long cry echoed in the air.

A crossbow bolt followed the cry, suddenly appearing, heading straight for his chest and abdomen.

Qin Xianyu’s pupils contracted, his gaze focused.

Everything in the world seemed to slow down.

The crossbow bolt was moving very slowly.

PS: Kneeling for a follow...

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