It is a small border town in a certain principality. It is not very prosperous and the population is not large. Moreover, due to its geographical location, it often faces attacks from bandits.
The town had formed a guard team, which could usually handle bandit gangs of about twenty or thirty people. But today, when more than a hundred fierce bandits on horseback, armed with knives, rushed in, everyone was as terrified as quails.
The old town mayor stepped forward shakily, wanting to beg for mercy and ask what these people wanted, but before he could speak, a gleaming blade came down, and blood and flesh flew everywhere.
With a ferocious smile on his face, the third leader of the Dark Territory coldly glanced at the group of people who were either angry or terrified.
"Kill the old man, and take all the young and strong men and the little brats with you."
Once the order was given, the group of ruthless bandits, who had been unable to contain themselves, roared and prepared to go forward and wreak havoc.
The third leader glanced at the group of lambs to the slaughter once more, his eyes shifting slightly as he noticed a few people moving closer to him. Having just experienced the assassination attempt on their leader, this was a time when they were most vigilant.
"Do you guys have a death wish?!"
A fierce, clenched voice rang out, and a terrifying, menacing aura emanated from the eyes, startling several people.
The next moment, a sword came flying, Alan's eyes were indifferent, and the sword flashed.
The third leader's pupils contracted slightly; he sensed a deadly danger emanating from this sword strike.
However, his reaction was not slow either, and he quickly met the attack with his knife.
Sparks flew as their swords clashed, and both men took a step back at the same time.
Su Qing watched this scene. Relatively speaking, it might be more effective to take action when those people started killing.
When they get excited about blood, they won't notice their little actions.
However, he was quite satisfied with this; young people should be passionate!
If everyone is ruthless and unscrupulous, how can they survive in this world?
Alice and the others also came to their senses and immediately went to help.
The hundred or so men brought by the third leader were no pushovers either.
The leaders of the town's guard saw this scene and then looked at the old town mayor's body.
They gritted their teeth: "If we fight, we'll die; if we don't fight, the outcome won't be much better. Let's fuck them!"
The town's strong men also grabbed their weapons and joined the fray, instantly creating a lively atmosphere.
In terms of numbers, the Dark Territory side had the advantage, but in terms of individual combat strength, Alice and her group far surpassed them. Moreover, with the help of the men in the town, they quickly gained the upper hand.
The third leader's expression changed repeatedly; the swordsmanship of this kid in front of him was truly bizarre.
When the two of them clashed, he had only managed to withstand one sword strike before the second sword followed immediately, its momentum continuous, giving him no chance to retaliate.
What's even more terrifying is that this guy's swordsmanship is getting stronger with each strike.
At the beginning, he was slightly weaker than him, then they were evenly matched, and now he has actually been able to suppress him.
Moreover, his own men were also utterly defeated.
This third leader is already considering resigning!
Alan noticed that he wanted to run away, and a cold smile appeared on his lips.
Trying to run away? Do you think you can escape?
...
"Little Alan!"
His own black dragon lord called him aside, his almost perpetually bright and dazzling dark golden dragon eyes filled with admiration as he looked at him.
Yes, I admire it!
"I've neglected you a bit lately, but that's to help you cultivate better. There are many talented people in the territory, some even more talented than you, but I still have the highest hopes for you."
The dragon was uttering shameless words.
"Today I will teach you a sword technique with unlimited potential. You must study it well!"
The dragon's ugly-cute face became serious.
At first, Alan was skeptical about the idea that a dragon was going to teach him swordsmanship.
Although the other party had given me guidance before, it was only from a higher level that they saw that my cultivation had gone astray, which was obviously different from instructing me on swordsmanship.
Moreover, can a dragon really wield a sword?
All his doubts vanished when he came into contact with that sword technique.
He was amazed by that sword technique.
"There are a total of thirty-six sword moves, with continuous sword momentum. Each sword move is stronger than the last. Even if you are at the same level or even a whole level higher, you may not be able to withstand a set of your combos."
"And as long as he withstands your first sword strike, unless his strength is far superior to yours, that guy won't be able to escape even if he wants to."
The way that dragon spoke so casually was honestly a bit infuriating.
But that's the truth. At least this third leader was helpless at the moment, struggling to parry with his knife.
Want to fight back! No chance!
He wanted to escape! But he couldn't withstand the opponent's continuous sword strikes and had no way to break free.
Perhaps the only chance is to withstand a single sword strike from the opponent!
This third leader was also a decisive and ruthless person. He knew that if they continued to drag things out, the opponent's sword would only become stronger.
He gritted his teeth, drew his sword, and retreated swiftly, only to be struck by a dazzling sword light. His left arm flew off, and blood splattered everywhere.
The third leader couldn't care less about the pain of losing his arm; he needed to escape quickly, otherwise he might lose not only his arm but also his life.
Run! Run for your life!
Alan's gaze darkened upon seeing this. If they were to let the other party escape like this, then the entire plan would essentially be declared a failure.
With a flick of his toes, he unleashed a burst of fighting spirit and quickly gave chase.
Fortunately, the two were at roughly the same level, and the other was seriously injured, which slowed him down.
The distance between the two gradually closed, until it reached a certain range.
The End of the Sword!
A burst of fighting spirit erupted from his palm, and the immense explosive force propelled the sword out, piercing through the body of the third leader.
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