bookandnovel 9. Watch closely, I'm going to kill you right here!
9. Watch closely, I'm going to kill you right here!
The moonlight resembled a young girl's hands.
Holding the fallen petals, they gently spread them on the ground, creating a scene of gentle tranquility.
Young Master Du was accompanied by two attendants.
They slowly emerged from behind the big tree.
Every step we took was on apricot blossoms.
They morbidly indulge in the crushing of flowers, the juice mixing with the mud, making a faint sound.
"grimace!"
"I am twenty-nine years old this year, and no one has ever been able to take my beloved away from me."
"You're the first! I admire you, and I'll allow you to leave with a complete corpse! Put down the Endless Scripture, and then commit suicide!"
Young Master Du is arrogant and noble.
They tried to maintain a distance from Yang Zhao, making it impossible for them to have any contact.
It wasn't that they were worried about Yang Zhao's dying blow.
It's a belief ingrained in one's very being.
The blood of the lower classes is foul and filthy.
"Who exactly is Young Master Du? Isn't he being far too arrogant?"
"Who exactly is Young Master Du? You and I have no right to know! All I know is that he is not from Qingping Prefecture, and I also know that his strength justifies his arrogance!"
"Indeed! Yesterday at the foot of Erlong Mountain, Brother Zhang and I witnessed Young Master Du and Blood Asura exchange a sword strike."
"Blood Asura's original words: Peak Qi and Blood Realm martial artist, superior Qi and Blood Realm martial skill, Falling Wood Blade Technique, perfected! You are qualified to live under the Seven Wolves of the Northern Desert."
"Having said that, the Seven Wolves of the Northern Desert sped away! They actually... they didn't manage to steal anything from Young Master Du and his companions! The Seven Wolves of the Northern Desert... left empty-handed, they really left empty-handed!"
The Seven Wolves of the Northern Desert.
Over the past three years, he has earned a notorious reputation in Qingping Prefecture.
They were inherently cruel, and in addition to murder and robbery, they took pleasure in slaughtering entire villages and wiping out entire families.
What one relies on.
All seven were veteran martial artists at the Qi and Blood Realm or above.
Wolf-Headed Blood Asura is a half-step True Qi Realm martial artist.
A peak Qi and Blood Realm martial artist has reached the threshold of the True Qi Realm.
At any time and in any place, there is a chance for a flash of inspiration to cultivate true qi and advance to the True Qi Realm.
They are called half-step True Qi Realm martial artists.
They were completely overwhelmed by martial artists at the Qi and Blood Realm.
With no martial artists at the True Qi Realm appearing, the Seven Wolves roam freely in Qingping Prefecture.
hiss!
More than twenty people were hiding in the apricot grove.
He gasped, a look of awe on his face.
It seems the Seven Wolves are everywhere.
It could leap out of the void at any moment.
To deliver a fatal blow to those who disrespect them.
"In that case, Ghost Face is doomed! Suicide is the best option; at least he can preserve his body intact and still have a chance to be reincarnated."
Someone said something that everyone nodded in agreement.
"I want you to see clearly how you die."
Yang Zhao ignored the discussions in the darkness.
He did not draw his sword.
Arms on chest.
She stared coldly at Young Master Du.
"How dare you make that face! My young master ordered you to commit suicide, and you dare disobey his orders!"
"Young Master, Feng Erzhong volunteers to slay Ghost Face!"
A follower named Feng Erzhong.
He bowed respectfully to Young Master Du.
Then take a step forward.
He glared angrily at Yang Zhao.
"Watch closely, I'm going to kill you right here."
Yang Zhao remained calm and composed.
He pointed to the spot where Feng Erzhong was standing.
He casually stated a fact that was about to happen.
"Arrogant!"
"I'll show you the perfected Soul-Stealing Blade Technique!"
"Seven strikes in a single breath, each strike as swift as a shooting star... You..."
Killing isn't done with words.
It's a knife!
Yang Zhao drew his sword alone.
The sharp blade flashed like a white rainbow piercing the sun, tearing through the night sky.
As it brushed past Feng Erzhong's neck.
His hand gripped the hilt of the sword tightly, but his Soul-Snatching Blade was still sheathed!
puff!
The head of the student from Feng No. 2 Middle School fell to the ground.
"You...you were indeed here, and you killed me!"
The dead man's head had wide-open eyes.
I saw a pair of familiar shoes.
The shoes, however, did not move an inch.
The location we are in is exactly where Yang Zhao just pointed!
"A veteran Qi and Blood Realm martial artist."
"A master-level fast sword technique, the Soul-Stealing Sword Technique."
"Faced with the ghostly face, Feng Erzhong struck first, but before he could even draw his sword, his head had already rolled! I... I, Fengyu Jiantong Huajin, should... should... how should I respond?"
Gudong!
Tong Huajin swallowed hard.
It is not meant to boost the morale of others.
Simply put.
He was so frightened he couldn't tell whether he was talking to himself or in his own mind.
It's not his fault.
His strength is roughly on par with Feng Erzhong's.
"Wow, those funny faces are really something!"
Instantly.
More than twenty people in Xingzilin remained silent, as if shivering in the cold.
"Next, I will kill Tong Huajin, and then it's your turn, Du... it doesn't matter, I'll just call you Du."
Yang Zhao remained calm.
The dotted fingers seem to possess magic.
He pointed to Tong Huajin, and then to Young Master Du.
hiss!
The two of them suddenly felt a surge of palpitations throughout their bodies.
This made Tong Huajin realize what was happening.
Wind and Rain Sword Technique!
The sword is drawn.
natural.
They would never dare to launch an attack against Yang Zhao.
The sword flashes transformed into wind and rain, protecting him.
As the blood and qi surged upwards, the rain of swords became increasingly dense.
Tong Huajin's heart gradually calmed down.
Master once said that.
The sword is drawn like a storm.
The wind and rain created it, perfectly seamless.
He believed that the Wind and Rain Sword Technique was one of the strongest defensive martial arts techniques in the world.
No one can break it!
"Tong Huajin, I see that your Wind and Rain Sword Technique has many flaws..."
"It's like a deserted street I walked through in the middle of the night."
"She looks like a courtesan..."
pity.
Tong Huajin had no chance to hear Yang Zhao's comments.
Yang Zhao's blade was too fast, as fast as lightning, making it breathtaking.
A sharp flash of lightning stopped the raging wind and rain.
He then chopped Tong Huajin in half, just like chopping firewood.
A night breeze swept in.
Scramble up the apricot blossom fragments.
It hovers and swirls in mid-air.
It resembled a long, blood-red river.
Eerie and mysterious!
boom!
Tong Huajin's two halves landed on the ground at the same time.
Countless apricot blossoms were broken.
The hearts of more than twenty people were in their throats.
I was trembling with fear, and dared not break a sweat!
"grimace!"
"I'm really angry!"
"You will face unimaginable serious consequences!"
Tong Huajin from Feng'er Middle School was unable to share my burdens.
Two useless pieces of wood.
Their lives and deaths were naturally of no concern to Young Master Du.
This leads to unnecessary trouble for ordinary people.
From childhood to adulthood, no one has dared to go against my wishes.
No one dares to take my favorite.
No one dares to act arrogantly in front of me!
The grimace before my eyes has appeared again and again today.
Young Master Du was furious about this.
Clang!
The long sword was drawn.
Its sound was like a dragon's roar!
"grimace!"
"Before I die, I'll make you understand! You really think you're capable of killing two people in front of me?"
"It was I who deliberately sent those two good-for-nothings to test your true strength! Now that you know, it's time for you to die! Besides, you should be proud to die by my hand!"
Young Master Du drew his sword!
Endless falling leaves.
The blade hummed due to the surge of qi and blood.
The apricot trees in the apricot grove resonated with the aura emanating from the blade.
Young Master Du held the knife in both hands, as if he were holding up a bright moon.
Powerful and majestic.
It also resembles a silver river falling from the heavens.
The endless falling leaves rustle down.
The endless Yangtze River rolls on.
Their imposing presence overwhelmed the twenty-odd people in Xingzilin, leaving them trembling with fear.
Anomalies arise spontaneously.
Everyone's eyes lit up.
The pressure vanished instantly.
He... drew his knife!