RBCT Chapter 42 A Black Letter Arrives at the Door, Unbridled and Unrestrained
Chapter 42 A Black Letter Arrives at the Door, Unbridled and Unrestrained
The remaining fast horses and foot soldiers were terrified and fled in all directions, crying out in despair.
The archer fired several arrows, but didn't even have time to check if he had hit the target.
It cried out and rushed into the night.
Among those knife-wielders, a few were quite brave.
He charged halfway before the blood-red spearhead whistled out.
Less than a second apart, the men all coughed up blood and collapsed to the ground.
The remaining seventy or eighty people erupted in a frenzy.
Some people fell while running, and some even lost their knives.
Not to mention bows and arrows.
It's difficult to remove.
They found it cumbersome and wished they could tear off their clothes and throw them away as well.
When the two officers saw Li Xin charging fiercely towards them, they trembled with fear and dared not turn around to fight back.
He just yelled at the top of his lungs, "Mad Blade, save me!"
"Master Feng, please make your move quickly."
"Useless."
A person emerged from the shadows, wearing a straw hat.
He was carrying a long knife.
Under the moonlight, the blade reflected a ghostly blue light, sending a chill down one's spine.
The man moved forward step by step, gathering his blood and accumulating power, his sharp aura growing stronger and stronger.
"I have been entrusted with a task, and I will do my best to fulfill it. Li Xin, it is a pity that you are so young yet have such skills."
"Is that so? Please heed my advice: stay away from evil deeds and muddy waters."
"Decades of hard work, enduring cold and heat, have honed my swordsmanship; it would be too much of a waste to lose my life here."
Li Xin possessed formidable mental strength, and at this moment he could already sense that the man's aura had already locked onto him even before he drew his blade.
Even if he wasn't a Grandmaster of Internal Energy like his master, he was still a ruthless killer with swordsmanship honed to the bone, a Yi Jin level expert.
The murderous aura and ferocious energy emanating from this person were even stronger than those of the "Hanging-Eyed Tiger" encountered at the Silver Hook Gambling House.
No wonder he was so arrogant.
However, this alone is not enough to make him fearful.
During this period, his Qi and blood improved, and he managed them well, making up for his weaknesses. His Agility also improved significantly.
Even his physical constitution has improved significantly.
Compared to when he faced off against [Hanging-Eyed Tiger] Li An, he is much stronger now.
So he wasn't being sarcastic; he was just lamenting that this man had such excellent martial arts skills, which would have been great for killing foreigners.
As soon as Li Xin finished speaking...
The spear swayed slightly.
With a single lunge, he pierced the back of Captain Chang Shaokun's neck.
He stifled his scream.
Then he swung his spear horizontally again.
It has pierced through the body of Qianzong Lin Shanze once again.
The spearhead pierced through the rotten earth like a blade, its force still lingering.
At the same time, it pierced the heart of Captain Yu Wangshan.
"It's better to kill them; these useless people are just wasting food if they're alive."
The man stepped forward, his aura reaching its peak, his eyes gleaming with sharp light. With a roar, he stomped forward and swung his sword, unleashing a crescent moon strike.
"The one who will kill you is Mad Blade Wind Marquis."
With a single slash, the man created a whirlwind of sand in front of him.
A sharp, whistling sound vibrated in the eardrums, and the flashing blades dazzled the eyes.
It's hard to tell whether it was one cut or countless cuts.
"That's not very interesting."
The blade flashed by.
He cut through Li Xin's faint, indistinct shadow.
A few tiny silver needles, inconspicuous in the darkness, tore through the air and pierced the ground.
Feng Hou, with the air of a master, finally disappeared.
"How is that possible?"
"Nothing is impossible."
Without turning his head, Li Xin casually pulled out the spear blade that had pierced Feng Hou's left neck.
"You know nothing about speed."
He sighed.
I thought this "Northwest Mad Saber" would be a big surprise.
The result was that while the sword strikes were fast, they weren't particularly refined. In terms of sheer speed, Li Xin, having activated the divine will of [Nezha the Third Prince], was arguably second to none.
Even if the master himself were to arrive, in terms of speed of attack and movement alone, he would have to admit a slight disadvantage.
The man before me had a needle hidden in his knife.
They thought they had succeeded.
Unexpectedly, his divine will was not firm enough, and his swordsmanship was not refined enough; he couldn't even block one of his own spears.
It's a pity he had such great skills in strengthening tendons and bones.
"Whoosh!"
Li Xin took out a black rectangular sticker from his pocket and stuck it on the face of Qianzong Lin Zeshan, who refused to close his eyes.
The sign read: "Corrupt and lawless, holding a position without performing its duties, should be executed."
He casually touched the pockets of these officials and found them empty.
Thinking to myself that they were out to fight, they certainly wouldn't be foolish enough to bring silver or treasures.
But it's okay.
You can run away from the monk, but you can't run away from the temple.
I had been eavesdropping for quite a while.
I don't know anything else, but I had heard before that this famous Northwest Mad Saber, known as the Great Hero Feng, was sent by some military commander.
The booklet contains a record of a military officer from the Southern Camp named Tang Jinzhong.
This guy doesn't discriminate between men and women; the booklet lists five "businesses" for him, making him a key figure and one of Li Xin's kill list.
Associating with such people would make the title of "Great Hero of the Wind" undeserved; "Wild Wind Thief" would be a more fitting name.
Of course, even if you don't watch this.
Since the two sides are already enemies, they should not blame others for their lives.
……
"It only took one minute and fifty-three seconds."
Li Xin checked the remaining burst time of his [Third Prince's Divine Intent] activation.
I couldn't help but laugh at myself.
I still lack experience and was intimidated by that [Northwest Mad Blade] thing.
Nearly fifty seconds were wasted on him.
However, the nine-minute maximum burst time can now be extended to seven minutes.
Two more shows should be enough.
……
The figure was closely entwined in the darkness.
Li Xin landed silently, like a ghostly figure in the darkness.
The person in front was tall and slender, with light and agile steps.
But it didn't reach an agility of 20.
It's a little slower than Senior Sister Cheng Feiyan's movement speed.
Li Xin didn't even need to contemplate the divine will.
With her physical abilities alone, she could keep up with him until he was dead.
"A sixth-rank official, a three-courtyard mansion, very wealthy indeed. He even buys young girls to bring into his residence for his amusement every now and then. You old man, you've lived enough. You're almost sixty, why aren't you dead yet?"
Li Xin looked up at the words "Yang Residence" and followed the man in black through the side door.
He chuckled as he spoke.
They even put a black sticker on the family's front door.
[Rape, plunder, and other heinous crimes deserve to be punished.]
"Who, who is so bold as to trespass?"
An old voice shouted and cursed.
Torches appeared one after another.
A dignified-looking old man with white hair appeared, followed by a dozen or so servants carrying spears and knives.
Judging from the white-haired old man's demeanor, he must be the Vice Prefect of the Capital.
He is an official.
Beside him stood a tall, elderly man with a ruddy face, a lion-like nose, and a wide mouth.
He held a shiny steel ball in each hand and spun it in his palms.
This person stood firmly beside Magistrate Yang...
Judging from his strong physique and powerful energy, he must be a martial arts master, a close bodyguard.
I wonder if they were invited or members of the Yang family?
Another person, dressed in black, had just run into the courtyard, beads of sweat still on his forehead. His face was filled with terror.
"Lord Yang, Master, this man killed Commander Lin and two captains, and scattered the Flower Market garrison. Even the Mad Saber of the Northwest, Feng Hou, died by his spear. This disciple was unaware that he was pursuing us..."
Being chased all the way to the employer's house was, for the tall, thin man, the biggest mistake he could make.
It's a bit embarrassing to talk about it now.
"It's not your fault. Even without your guidance, I can still find the Yang family. Go in peace."
Li Xin offered him a word of comfort.
The shot, swift as lightning, pierced the man's heart from behind.
The tip of the gun protruded from his chest.
Everyone who saw it was shocked.
"The man surnamed Yang must die. The money and people he forcibly seized from his family should be distributed. As for the rest, if they leave now, I may spare their lives."
"presumptuous."
Judge Yang was so angry that his face turned red.
His eyes were filled with extreme fear and rage.
"Master Zhang, please capture this thief, no, kill him on the spot."
"All of you, get up here!"
Yang Tongpan's hoarse voice was particularly grating.
He continued to shout and curse.
Master Zhang didn't move, but the other servants and guards rushed forward with shouts.
"They won't give up until they reach the Yellow River."
Li Xin was too lazy to say more.
He brandished his spear and charged in.
Sizzle sizzle sizzle...
In silence.
The screams were incessant.
Within just a dozen breaths, more than twenty people had collapsed in the arena.
The only servant who remained standing survived because he was too slow to react and didn't rush forward.
A whole group of people fell down in front of them.
His legs gave way and he collapsed into a pool of blood, trembling all over, too afraid to move...
"Such ruthless methods, such a cruel heart."
The tall, red-faced old man holding the iron gall bladder suddenly spoke.
The two iron darts in his hands were already being fired out with a whoosh, one in front of the other.
It dodged and struck Li Xin in the chest.
"Too slow."
Li Xin strode forward.
Two gleaming iron balls seemed to pass through his body.
It struck the courtyard wall, blasting two deep holes in it.
"I am Zhang Shijie from the Friends Escort Agency, my senior brother is Song the Divine Fist, and I wonder about you, young brother..."
"I don't care who you are, take three shots from me and I'll spare your life."
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