Han Fengqiu felt a chill run down his spine. When he saw Hu Xin coming towards him, he almost blurted out, "Don't touch me!"
However, he was a master who had cultivated for many years, and his will was already extremely firm. He knew that he could not panic at this time.
The longsword in his hand transformed into a sword aura and attacked Zu An's vital points. If the opponent did not give up the pursuit of Hu Xin, he would definitely be severely injured by this sword.
As long as we rescue Hu Xin, even though that guy has had his front paws cut off, he is still a top-tier ninth-rank expert. The two of them working together would still be able to put up a fight.
Seeing the flying sword, Zuan took a step forward, as if that step transcended time and space, and appeared directly in front of Hu Xin. In Hu Xin's incredulous eyes, he directly cut off his tiger head with a single sword stroke.
Zuan's face was ashen: "This sword was slain for the thirty-six innocent souls in the village."
Just then, Han Fengqiu's longsword arrived leisurely, but Zu An casually flicked it aside.
Han Fengqiu summoned the flying sword back to his side, his face looking very grim.
He never expected that Zu An's cultivation level was so high that he could kill a master of the same level right under his nose.
The other assassins on the field were also terrified. Although they were fearless, they were only like that when dealing with enemies of similar strength. If the two sides were worlds apart, not being afraid would just be suicide.
Seeing that Zu An's attention was entirely on Han Fengqiu, the group hurriedly fled.
Han Fengqiu's face turned cold, and the flying sword in his hand transformed into a streak of cold light, directly weaving through the crowd and exploding into clouds of blood mist. In the blink of an eye, none of these assassins survived.
Zuan frowned: "You even kill your own people?"
Han Fengqiu sneered: "Desertion in the face of battle is punishable by death according to the law!"
"You don't seem as scared as you were just now?" Zuan was somewhat surprised. The other party's aura was growing stronger and stronger, and it was increasing at a visible rate.
"Why should you be afraid? The reason you killed Hu Xin so easily was mainly because you were able to counter his talent. You must have some kind of mental attack technique, plus your strange movement. Hu Xin was so scared that you were able to take advantage of him."
Han Fengqiu analyzed that as one of the top retainers under the Qi Prince's command, and having gone on a long journey to escort the heir, the Qi Prince naturally bestowed upon him many magical treasures.
For example, the protective mirror that just saved his life, and a jade pendant specifically designed to counter mental attacks.
So when he figured out how Zuan had just defeated Hu Xin, he calmed down.
As a top swordsman, he had enough confidence in his swordsmanship.
Moreover, his sword is called the Abhiro Sword, and it possesses a demonic nature that he had previously suppressed due to concerns about its impact, not daring to let it manifest.
Now that they were fighting to the death, there were no more scruples. The reason he killed those assassins with his flying sword was not to enforce military law, but to let the Abiro sword drink the blood of experts.
The higher the cultivation level of the person killed, and the more blood they drink, the greater the power of this sword becomes.
Zuan had clearly also noticed the sword that was gradually emitting a red glow: "So that's how it is. To refine it to this extent, you must have killed countless people over the years."
He had been in this world for quite some time and had witnessed many vicious cultivation methods, so he could guess most of the sword's condition at a glance.
Han Fengqiu said proudly, "The law of the jungle is the natural order of things. It is their honor to become nourishment for my Abiro sword."
"And you will be the 1000th expert to die by Abiro's sword. Your cultivation and your blood are enough to completely elevate him. In the future, I will not be afraid even if I face a Grandmaster. Hahahaha."
As soon as he finished speaking, he brandished his sword, conjuring countless sword energies that shot towards Zu'an.
The magic of Abiro's sword can distort the enemy's gaze and bewilder their minds. He is confident that he can severely injure his opponent with a single move, becoming one with his sword amidst the sky full of sword light.
The opponent's strength was truly astonishing. Last time in the capital, he thought Zu An was just being opportunistic and that taking his life would be a piece of cake.
How long has it been? He can no longer see through the other person.
If I give Zuan more time to grow, and we meet again, won't I be completely crushed by him?
With this in mind, he showed no mercy and was determined to nip the problem in the bud.
However, his eyes suddenly widened, because he sensed an even stronger and sharper sword aura descending from the sky and enveloping his entire body.
His own sword energy, when it encountered those sword energies descending from the sky, was like snowflakes meeting the blazing sun, quickly dissipating and disappearing.
Just then, he noticed that Zuan was attacking with his sword.
He was not surprised but pleased, because he was at a disadvantage in the sword energy contest, but if it was a head-on clash of swords, he would have a great advantage.
The Abiro Sword is a heavenly-grade treasure sword. Having just drunk its fill of blood, it is now at its peak, capable of cutting through iron like mud.
"You choose the path to heaven but refuse to take it, while barging into the gates of hell!" Han Fengqiu sneered and swung his sword directly at him.
Click!
With a crisp sound, Han Fengqiu's smile hadn't faded yet, but her eyes were filled with astonishment.
He glanced at the half-broken Abiro sword in his hand, then looked down at the blade stuck in a major acupoint on his chest, his face filled with disbelief.
"You dare to wield a sword?"
Zuan slowly withdrew the Tai'a sword.
Han Fengqiu was both angry and anxious. He spat out a mouthful of blood and collapsed to the ground.
Although the sword strike didn't kill him, it crippled most of his cultivation. The little cultivation he had left was only enough to keep him alive despite the severe injury.
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