Chapter 42: Kill! Solo Sword Battle!

  "Wait—" Lu Qing suddenly stopped in his tracks, his voice firm.

  "What's wrong, Young Master?" Yi Lao asked in puzzlement from the sedan chair. Seeing Lu Qing's solemn expression, he also thought of something and cautiously looked around at the stone walls and ground, but found nothing. Nevertheless, he still waved his hand to stop the mountain porter.

  With one step, his body lightly rose three feet over the sedan chair and landed in front of the crowd. Lu Qing's gaze was sharp as he stared at the patch of scattered rocks ahead and said in a cold voice, "Since you've come, then show yourself."

  "What? Someone!" Yi Lao said with some surprise, his gaze fixed intently on the empty space where Lu Qing was speaking. His originally dull eyes suddenly became sharp and piercing, causing Lu Qing to be taken aback at first, but then he relaxed, having already known that Yi Lao wasn't as ordinary as he seemed. At this moment, Lu Qing's divine sense lightly swept over and discovered that Yi Lao actually possessed the strength of a Sword Holder in the Small Heavenly Realm.

  "I didn't think I'd be discovered by you." At this time, three black-clad men jumped out from behind the two large boulders in front, each holding a uniform black long sword with cold light flashing on the blade, and the edge of the sword was snow-white, obviously a deadly weapon.

  Lu Qing stared at the long swords in their hands, and with his eyes, he could see that these swords were forged from black iron mixed with a small amount of cold iron. They might be at most fourth-grade in terms of quality, but cold iron was known to freeze when it came into contact with blood, making it a favorite material for assassins' swords.

  At this time, a black-clothed man from the first place stared at Lu Qing and said: "Although it's strange why you, a small sword servant, can discover our whereabouts, but in any case, your outcome is already doomed."

  "Cough, cough," Yi Lao got off the sedan chair and took out a brocade bag from his bosom, tossing it to the leader of the black-clad men. "Gentlemen heroes, please take this as a token of our apology. This is all we have on us. We hope the leader will show mercy."

  At this time, the four mountain porters behind also couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief. They were only temporarily hired sedan chair bearers, ordinary villagers who had never seen such an array before. Seeing Yi Lao take out money to dispel the disaster, they all simultaneously let out a sigh of relief.

  But the situation was not as expected. The black-clothed leader opened a gap in the bag in his hand, and inside, a milky white object emitted a crisp, ringing sound. With a somewhat playful smile, he said: "What a pity, we like your jade coins just as much as we like these lively lives of yours."

  The corners of his mouth revealed a bitter smile, and Yi Lao said in a hoarse voice: "Indeed, you are all on the killing list. Can you tell us who invited you? We are willing to pay double the jade coins."

  At this time, a black-clad man beside him said in a vague tone: "Since you know that we are the killers of the ranking list, then you should also know our sword path and rules. No need to talk nonsense, I know you have the strength of the small heavenly position of the sword holder. Why not have a good fight with us? It's not in vain that you can still build your foundation and enter the realm of the sword holder at such a young age. Finally, we will definitely leave you a complete corpse to set up a tomb."

  His face sank, and Yi Lao knew that things were going to go badly. "Young Master, wait a moment, let old slave do his best to hold off the three of them, you use all your strength to escape towards the town. With your swordsmanship skills, you should be able to make it to the town, where there are my Lu family's town guards, and you will be safe. As long as——"

  Yi Lao hadn't finished speaking, but Lu Qing waved his hand and said, "Don't worry, Yi Lao. These three people can't stop us, besides..." Lu Qing's eyes revealed an unshakeable determination, "My Lu family doesn't have cowards who abandon their families."

  "Master," Hearing Lu Qing's words, a hint of water vapor floated in Yi Lao's eyes, which was immediately wiped away by his hand. His originally slightly hunched body suddenly stood upright, and with a slap of his broad palm, the right armrest of the bamboo sedan chair shattered instantly. A red-black long sword about four feet long was drawn out by Yi Lao, revealing a faint fiery glow on its surface.

  "Heh heh, it's finally taking shape," the leader of the black-clad men rasped in a voice that was clearly not meant to be discernible by others. At the same time, three icy killing intents rose from their bodies, with the middle one being the thickest. The three men took slightly misstepped paces, and the three killing intents merged together in an eerie way, blowing away the dust on the stone path and pressing down heavily on Old Ye.

  His face was grave and abnormal, and as soon as he made a move, Lu Qing took two steps forward to block his way. "Young master, be careful!" Yi Lao exclaimed, but before the words had even fallen, he felt a sudden surge of thick and majestic yet sharp and overbearing aura emanating from Lu Qing's body. The strange large sword behind him was drawn out an inch, and instantly, a clear and melodious sword hum filled the air.

  This is ——

  Yi Lao looked somewhat stunned, yet also invigorated, an expression he hadn't had in many years. At this moment, he clearly felt the aura on Lu Qing's body that was much stronger than his own, it was the breath of a swordsman.

  The sword is called momentum!

  The auras of the two sides collided in mid-air, producing a clear and crisp whistling sound in the void. The two waves of air scattered to both sides.

  Drink

  A three-inch purple sword aura suddenly rose from Lu Qing's body, his footsteps did not retreat, and he took a big step forward against the spreading air wave. The gravel under his feet was instantly trampled into powder, and the momentum on his body became even more vigorous. Previously, in the big comparison, Lu Qing had not continued to challenge himself and had given up by himself because he had never lost. The great momentum accumulated from several battles had not completely dissipated, and at this moment, with the help of this momentum, Lu Qing once again urged his momentum to its peak.

  The three men in black felt a sudden tightness in their chests, including the leader of the men in black, who was almost overwhelmed by Lu Qing's seemingly effortless aura, and their movements momentarily came to a halt.

  "This kid is at the pinnacle of Swordsmanship, with a strange aura!"

  "Damn it, I'm going to kill that informant."

  The black-clad men on both sides couldn't help but curse, while Lu Qing borrowed the momentum to make a bold move, refining his sword into a purple electric light. The three-inch purple electric sword energy was unleashed without reservation, and the domineering thunderous aura wrapped around it, slashing towards the three people at the same time.

  Looking at the massive sword body descending with a loud noise, the black-clothed leader took a step forward, and a five-inch-long pale blue sword aura extended from the long sword, revealing a hint of coldness. At the same time, the two people beside him also made their moves almost simultaneously, both of them having the same cultivation level, with two inches of sword aura bursting out from the tip of their swords.

  Jian Zhong Tianwei, Yi Lao saw the leader of the black-clothed men burst out with a sword aura and let out a low cry, while simultaneously rushing forward to meet him. With both arms exerting force, Lu Qing completely disregarded the three people's joint attack, his Heart-Refining Sword slicing through a firm arc.

  Boom!

  In the somewhat dull gaze of Yi Lao, Lu Qing's large sword chopped and shattered the three people's sword energy with a withered and rotten sound. "Quickly hide!" The black-clothed man at the front shouted in surprise, hastily retreating his footsteps, while the two people beside him didn't have such quick reactions.

  "Ah!" Two almost simultaneous cries of pain, the right wrists of two men in black were cut off at the same time, and the intense pain made them cry out. Lu Qing took advantage of the situation to turn around and kick with both feet, and the two men immediately flew backward with a "whooshing" sound.

  "The two are handed over to Yi Lao." Lu Qing said without turning his head, and strode towards the leader of the black-clothed men in pursuit.

  "Despicable!" The leader of the black-clad men hissed, but did not retreat. The long sword in his hand seemed like a vicious snake, pointing straight at Lu Qing's chest. Lu Qing parried with his sword, "Not good!", as the long sword strangely drew an arc when it was about to touch the body of the Lianxin Sword, and flashed past the sword body, its tip still pointing at Lu Qing's chest.

  Lu Qing's wrist flipped, and the Xuan Xin sword spun rapidly against his opponent's longsword, breaking through the sword energy with a burst of purple electricity. The collision produced intense sparks as the Thirteen Swords of Dawn unfolded swiftly. Lu Qing's mind sank into a state of stillness like an ancient well, entering a realm where he could wield his sword with ease and lightness. The black-clad leader felt an immense increase in pressure, sensing that Lu Qing's sword energy was not only extraordinary but also contained a domineering power akin to thunder, which even his own superior sword energy couldn't withstand. Moreover, after exchanging two moves, Lu Qing's swordsmanship had reached the realm of "light as a feather," subtly suppressing the leader's Blood Kill Ten Style. This was indeed the news that had been circulating about a boy under thirteen years old? For a moment, the black-clad leader hesitated, unsure of what to do next.

  But Lu Qing was also encountering such an opponent for the first time. Although his swordsmanship realm was not as good as his, a set of profound swordsmanship was extremely strange, and every attack would suddenly change its move at the end, each move directly pointing to the vital point, as if it were created specifically for killing people. Moreover, his opponent was obviously ruthless and cruel, with each move almost risking his life, forcing Lu Qing to suddenly change his move whenever he tried to resist.

  On the other hand, the two black-clad men who had lost their right hands and swords were quickly subdued by Yì Lǎo, who sealed their meridians and handed them over to the mountain man behind him. At this time, Yì Lǎo's eyes were fixed intently on the narrow mountain path where the two were fighting, watching as the crisscrossing sword energy occasionally shattered and scattered the rocks. A relieved smile appeared on Yì Lǎo's face, and at the same time, he gripped his long sword tightly, ready to go forward and assist at any moment.

  In the blink of an eye, Lu Qing and the leader of the black-clad men exchanged over twenty moves, and for a moment, neither could gain the upper hand. Now that the leader of the black-clad men wanted to quickly retreat, the current situation was no longer favorable to him, and this strange young man was not someone he could easily defeat.

  But Lu Qing had not been defeated for a long time and the momentum that had been accumulating was also beginning to retreat. From the opponent's flashing eyes, Lu Qing knew that the leader of the black-clad men had already sprouted the intention to retreat. If he didn't take him down soon, he feared that he would let him find an opportunity to escape. (Ten Steps Rush New List, urgently seeking recommendation votes and collection, hoping everyone will generously assist, and also let Ten Steps be able to climb onto the new list once in these last ten days, thanking everyone again!)