Chapter 47: Enormous Harvest (Part 1)

  "Jueying Jianfa", a killing technique from over 100 years ago, was the ultimate assassination skill of Zhu Wuying, the first assassin of the Shendao Dynasty known as "One Sword to End Life". It emphasizes one strike to kill.

  It is a very powerful Xuan-level sword technique, at least an intermediate Xuan-level sword skill, and even higher.

  Although Xuan Tian had not yet mastered the Jueying Sword Technique, he had grasped the first six forms and even if he encountered a powerful opponent who had just entered the First Heaven Realm, he might still have a chance to win.

  At the outer disciple ranking tournament of Tianjian Sect, Xuantian didn't use his Shadowless Sword Technique, only using Chase Wind Nine Swords, which had merged some of the intent of Shadowless Sword Technique, and defeated Yang Shixiong.

  Young Master Yang cultivated the Pure Yang Skill, and his martial arts skills were unmatched in the ten realms. Compared to the leaders of the Fuwei Gang, he was much more powerful. Even Yin Jiu Chou, who had reached the peak of the tenth realm of martial arts, was slightly inferior to Young Master Yang.

  Without using the Shadowless Sword Art, I would have been defeated by Young Master Yang. Now that I am using it, killing a martial artist of the Tenth Realm is no more difficult than chopping vegetables.

  Xuantian's sword strikes out, and blood must be seen.

  With just three swords, he cut off Yin Jiu's legs, beheaded San Dangjia, and pierced the heart of Da Dangjia.

  The master of the house still maintained his chopping posture, but in his eyes, there was an expression of incredulity. A small blood seam appeared on his chest, and fresh blood gushed out like a fountain from the seam.

  Xuantian's sword pierced through the patriarch's heart, severing his heart meridian. At this moment, the patriarch was already dead.

  At this moment, the horse thieves around him surrounded him and a burst of knife aura flashed, with as many as thirteen horse thieves simultaneously slashing down at Xuan Tian with their knives.

  These thirteen horse bandits, the closest to the three masters, are all martial artists of the eighth rank in the martial way. At the same time, they slash out with a knife, and their power is strong enough to instantly kill a ninth-rank martial artist.

  Even a martial artist of the tenth realm must retreat and yield, otherwise they will suffer nine deaths and one life, either dying or being injured.

  Facing the knife aura that fell like a light screen, Xuantian did not retreat but instead advanced, looking as if he didn't see it, and charged forward to meet the knife aura.

  Wind Chasing Nine Swords - Frenzied Wind Style.

  Xuantian's hand grasped the Frost Snow Sword and swept it out in a single motion. A sword curtain suddenly appeared, like a fierce gale sweeping across the land, leaving no place untouched.

  Ding ding ding ding clang clang clang clang...

  A series of clashing sounds rang out, and in an instant, all the knife auras were broken by Xuántiān's one sword. At the same time, several shrill and mournful cries sounded, and the six horse bandits' arms were severed at the wrists, their palms still clutching their sabers as they fell to the side.

  Another seven horse bandits retreated quickly and escaped disaster, their eyes filled with despair and horror.

  Those eyes were like a flock of sheep staring at a wolf, or a fierce tiger entering a flock of sheep.

  The bandits of Fuwei Gang, who normally burn and kill civilians in villages like a pack of wolves, are just a flock of sheep in front of Xuantian.

  Xuān Tiān is like a fierce tiger entering a flock of sheep, unstoppable.

  "Big winner......!" The second child let out a shrill roar.

  After the death of Da Dang Jia, he remained standing, maintaining his posture of swinging his knife and chopping forward. It wasn't until then that Er Dang Jia approached him, sniffed his nose, and realized that Da Dang Jia was dead.

  The Second Master's voice was extremely mournful, with a sense of tragic sorrow. When the Fu Wei Gang was first established, there were only two people: the First Master and the Second Master. This was over ten years ago. The Third Master joined the Fu Wei Gang eight years ago.

  Now that the eldest has died, the second eldest feels a chill run down his spine, with a sense that he himself is also not far from death.

  Then, after a loud and mournful roar, he leaped more than ten meters away, preparing to escape.

  Leopard Style - Cheetah Ambush!

  The feeling of being the master of the house was very accurate, Xuan Tian's sword struck back more than a dozen bandits at the eighth level of martial arts, his body turned and his speed suddenly burst out, like a cheetah, he suddenly launched an attack.

  The icy sword in hand thrust forward, a straight sword energy suddenly appeared, like chasing stars and moons, flashing by, stabbing from the back to the front chest.

  Like the great master, it is also a sword that kills with one strike, instant death.

  "The first master is dead, the second master is dead, the third master is dead......!"

  The originally crazy and brutal Fuwei gang's horse thieves shouted loudly.

  This time, it was not that arrogant and strange cry, but a fearful scream. Suddenly, more than 100 horse bandits were in an uproar, their souls shaken and their gallbladders shattered.

  Shoot the man before shooting the horse, capture the thief first and then capture the king. The three heads of the Fuwei gang were all killed by Xuántiān, how can the bandits not be afraid?

  Some of the bandits even lost their will to fight and immediately mounted their horses and fled in a mad dash.

  One person started running away, and soon there was a second person, a third person.

  "Everyone, stop him! We outnumber him, and with swift horses we can cut through the chaos. Let's kill him with our swords and avenge our three masters, avenge..."

  Two horse bandits, not far from Xuan Tian, held up their horse knives and shouted loudly. Both were at the ninth level of martial arts cultivation, slightly inferior to San Dang Jia, and also high-ranking members of Fu Wei Gang. Now that the three Dang Jias are dead, the highest position is left with these two.

  Seeing the horse thieves start to escape, the two men frantically shouted loudly.

  The bandits of Fuwei Gang, who had committed many murders and arson, were all desperate men with a strong sense of courage in their hearts, far surpassing ordinary civilians. Although they were terrified in their hearts, when the two shouted, except for a few bandits who escaped, the vast majority of the bandits followed the orders of the two and rode their horses towards Xuantian.

  Man borrows horse's strength, must tread the mysterious heaven into mud and chop it into pieces.

  "My inner strength is abundant, a warrior of the martial realm. No matter how many come, it's useless. Just right, let's catch these horse thieves and bring peace to the nearby villages."

  Seeing the bandits on horseback charging over, Xuan Tian was fearless and instead delighted.

  Whoosh!

  A flash of silver light appeared, breaking through the air and shooting towards Xuanyuan, a bandit on horseback had used a flying dart to attack.

  The sword flashed in the cold snow, and a silver light split into two, cutting it in half, was a silver fish arrow.

  Whoosh!

  Dozens of silver lights broke through the air and arrived, all of which were silver fish-shaped arrows flying towards Xuantian.

  Before the man arrived, the flying dart had already reached him. Dozens of horse bandits simultaneously used silver fish darts to attack, and the scene was quite spectacular. This is a deadly tactic for killing masters.

  Facing dozens of silver fish darts that broke through the air, Xuan Tian's figure moved, like a swimming dragon playing in the water, his Frost Snow Sword swept across, its sword light like a curtain.

  Ding ding dang, a crisp sound, the majority of silver fish arrows were slashed aside by Hanshuo's sword or dodged by Xuantian's Youlong step.

  At the same time, Xuántiān's left hand grasped, in an instant he grabbed three times, and caught three silver fish darts in his hand.

  With a stern gaze, he swept his eyes over the crowd of horse thieves and instantly locked onto three martial artists at the eighth level of the Wudao realm. With a flick of his left hand and a shake of his wrist, a silver fish-shaped projectile shot out into the air.

  These three silver fish arrows, whether it's radiance, power or speed, are far superior to the ones the horse bandits shot earlier.

  Three flashes of cold light, three martial artists at the eighth level of Wudao's boundary had their eyes filled with shock. The horse knives in their hands had just been raised when three silver fish darts instantly shot into their foreheads, pinning their bodies and sending them flying backward off their horses.

  Three people fell to the ground with a loud thud, making three huge noises. Until death, they still stared with wide eyes.

  Xuantian's Silver Fish Arrow was launched, and all the horse bandits instinctively defended themselves. Without continuing to use the Silver Fish Arrow for attack, Xuantian took advantage of this brief interval. His figure, like a cheetah in motion, instantly charged into the crowd of horse bandits.

  Wind Chasing Nine Swords - Frenzied Wind Style!

  Wind Chasing Nine Swords - Gale Style!

  Wind Chasing Nine Swords - Shadowless Style!

  In an instant, Xuan Tian continuously performed three moves, each of which was a large-scale killing group attack sword technique.

  A shrill and mournful cry, continuously rising, every move of Xu Tian's swordsmanship was aimed at killing several people, injuring several people. At least six or seven bandits were injured by the Cold Snow Sword. With three swords, all the bandits around him were either dead or wounded.

  Xuantian's figure, like a dragon playing in the water, shuttled through the knife aura of the numerous horse bandits, without a single hair being injured. However, as soon as Xuantian's sword stabbed out, the horse bandits from Fugui Gang were either dead or wounded.

  This is a tiger rushing into a flock of sheep, unfolding a massacre. Although the number of sheep is large, in the face of the tiger's massacre, there is only the fate of being killed.

  Fear, Fu Wei Bang's horse thief, fear again!

  No longer able to care about surrounding and killing Xuan Tian, all the horse bandits scattered in terror, fleeing in all directions.

  Those two leaders of the ninth rank in martial arts were the first to flee in a sorry state.

  The fleeing horse thieves had lost their strength to resist, and Xuan Tian's figure was like an arrow, the speed of the leopard shadow technique reached its peak, even faster than the speed of a running horse.

  In just ten steps, he caught up with a horse thief. With a flash of his sword, the thief's head and body parted ways, leaving only the horse beneath him still galloping wildly.

  Another ten steps, Xuan Tian caught up with another horse thief...

  Ten steps to kill one person, Xuantian took a deep breath and chased for more than 300 steps, killing more than 30 horse bandits. Only then did the anger in his heart dissipate. By the time Xuantian regained his composure and started to breathe again, the remaining horse bandits had already fled far away.

  This time, the big master, second master and third master of Fuwei Gang were beheaded, and more than 60 or 70 gang members were also beheaded. The remaining horse thieves who escaped were less than half, which can be considered a great victory.

  And also beheaded the tenth peak of Wudao's cultivation, Yin Jiu Chou. This person's strength is higher than that of Da Dangjia and Er Dangjia, definitely not a member of Fuwei Gang, unknown origin.

  Xuantian looked at the sixty or seventy people lying on the ground, most of whom were corpses, and some bandits who were seriously injured but not yet dead, having lost their ability to move.

  The one closest to Xuan Tian was a wounded man. Just now, Xuan Tian's sword had swept across the back of this horse thief, cutting him off his horse, but he hadn't died instantly.

  "Spare my life! I have an 80-year-old mother above me and a 18-month-old daughter below me..."

  Xian Tian walked towards him, and the suffering servant's horse thief let out a terrified shout.

  But before he could finish his sentence, Xuantian's sword pierced into his heart, ending his life. Then, a thorough search was conducted on his body.

  Last time in the Yin Wind Mountains, Xuan Tian killed a number of Fu Wei Gang members and obtained many elixirs, with a total value of over 200,000 taels of silver.

  This time, more bandits from the Fuwei Gang were killed, and most of them were elite members at the 7th or 8th level of martial arts. Three leaders were also beheaded, so the gains will definitely be greater.

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