The Legend of Swing Sword and Execution of Demons

Chapter 773 Nobody in the Old Place

Chapter 773 Nobody in the Old Place
fog.

Heavy fog.

Visibility was extremely low in the thick, white fog.

Three zhang away, as far as the eye could see, there was a wall of white mist.

It was like the lingering raindrops after a heavy rain.

You can feel the cold and dampness of this place with every breath.

Within this cage of white mist, there are flat, damp bluestone slabs, grass growing only an inch or so along the wall, and brick walls that still stand tall.

Walking further along the cobblestone street, on both sides are houses that appear dilapidated but have not actually suffered much damage.

Occasionally, one can see a few headless corpses lying on the ground.

And beneath these corpses, there were dried, blackened bloodstains that had been soaked and spread.

Zifeng is no stranger to the grass, trees, brick walls, and fog here.

Because of the frequent foggy days throughout the year, Chongqing is also known as the Fog City.

Such dense fog is quite rare.

This deathly silence and emptiness made Zi Feng feel even more unfamiliar.

Half a month ago, Zi Feng rescued Hu Qing and his group outside Luzhou County.

This revealed that the invasion and infiltration of the Poisonous Zhu Corpse Army had become particularly rampant.

But I never expected that I would receive an emergency message from Chongqing the next day.

It should be noted that Yudu is located 260 li northeast of Luzhou County.

If even Chongqing is in danger of falling, it means that the Corpse Army has already opened up an advance route in the southeastern part of Sichuan.

The area north of Luzhou County, located at the border of Sichuan and Guizhou, is likely no longer safe. In fact, Luzhou County has now become an isolated island surrounded by corpses.

Under these circumstances, even though Xi Xia's fate was unknown, Zi Feng did not leave the other Jianghu people in Luzhou County to act alone, and could only hope that his own brother would have good fortune.

Faced with an army of undead, these martial artists actually need stricter discipline.

Whoever dies among the corpses will cause considerable trouble for their comrades-in-arms.

If they continue to act according to the code of brotherhood and loyalty, either alone or in small groups, they will most likely end up falling into traps one after another.

In that case, these martial arts practitioners who were originally meant to protect Zhongzhou would instead become the cause of Zhongzhou's destruction.

After the urgent distress call from Yudu arrived, about three hundred martial arts practitioners from the entire Luzhou Prefecture organized themselves overnight and set out in full force.

Simply put, if even Yudu behind them is overrun by the army of the dead, then there is little strategic significance in holding onto Luzhou County, this isolated island.

Eight days ago, they met with 200,000 soldiers and civilians who had abandoned the city in a valley 50 miles south of Chongqing.

They joined forces with 50,000 soldiers and 200 martial arts practitioners to behead the 20,000 pursuing corpse army.

The good news is that most people's lives were saved.

The bad news is that Yudu has been lost.

Three thousand soldiers were lost.

Fifty Jianghu people who retreated with the military and civilians of Chongqing lost their lives.

Of their three hundred or so people, forty also perished.

retreat.

Only by continuing to retreat eastward can the temporary safety of nearly 100,000 people be ensured.

But they still managed to gather a hundred skilled martial artists and head towards Chongqing.

One reason was to clear away the trail of corpses along the way.

Secondly, it is necessary to understand the specific situation inside and outside Chongqing, and even in the southeastern part of Sichuan.

Otherwise, a hasty retreat would leave the front lines completely in the dark, putting the rear defenses in a passive position.

Zifeng had lived in Yudu with her master for nearly ten years and was extremely familiar with the area around Yudu.

Moreover, among four or five hundred martial artists, his strength ranks among the top ten.

He naturally became the guide, leading the other ninety-nine people to Yudu.

Stepping into the thick fog before me.

The walls hadn't collapsed, the city hadn't been destroyed, and the streets weren't exactly in a mess, but the city itself was a ghost town.

This is what most of the county towns looked like before and after the arrival and invasion of the undead army.

Those who retreated in time, like those in Chongqing, emptied their clothes and food to replenish supplies along the way.

Those who hastily fled their hometowns would not have such clean streets; there would be more scattered clothes and food, and also more corpses.

Zi Feng was very fortunate that the Yudu government's temporary evacuation command was in place and well-organized, minimizing the losses.

However, they found no trace of any undead soldiers along the way, which aroused their suspicion.

Arriving in Chongqing with questions in mind, not just for a return visit, but to explore the entire city.

The dense fog and limited visibility would undoubtedly cause them considerable trouble in their exploration.

In comparison, it is more advantageous for the Corpse Army to detect their movements.

Because the individual corpse soldiers have limited vision, they rely more on the corpse worms inside their bodies to analyze sounds and then react accordingly.

Therefore, for sounds of the same magnitude, the corpse soldiers have far more acute hearing than these martial artists, and can react much faster.

And so, the hundred people, in pairs, kept at a distance that was not too far apart and could respond at any time, began their exploration in a silence so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

If nothing unexpected happens, the exploration will continue from day to night, and everyone will rest on the spot for the night, continuing the exploration when day breaks.

However, just before noon, when the fog was beginning to dissipate, an unexpected incident occurred.

On the side where Zi Feng was, they encountered three bewildered zombie soldiers who had been abandoned on a street corner for unknown reasons and had no idea where they were going. At this point, they were certain that the zombie soldiers had indeed "visited" Yudu.

There is a strong possibility that other undead soldiers are hidden inside and outside Yudu City!
Zi Feng and the other two were quick-witted and swift, and before the three corpse soldiers could make any move, they had already severed their three heads.

Unexpectedly, one of the heads was cleaved off by a horizontal blade and landed on the dilapidated roof tiles.

With a loud clang!
They smashed a small hole in the house.

This could very well have stirred up a hornet's nest!
No one has time to blame the person who made the move for carelessness, and it's even more pointless to regret not being able to make amends in time.

At that moment, everyone gasped in unison from the damp mist.

Hold your breath and listen carefully to the sounds around you.

Before long, the group indeed heard a mixture of footsteps and the clinking of metal objects approaching the area.

Many skilled light-footed individuals leaped lightly onto various rooftops, only to be left sighing in despair by the thick fog.

As the screech grew louder and louder, everyone had no choice but to draw their swords and knives to meet the attack!

In the dense fog, they couldn't determine exactly how many undead soldiers were in Yudu City.

Fortunately, the newcomers were quite strong, and with each other helping and looking after each other, breaking through the encirclement of a thousand corpse soldiers was not too difficult.

With this confidence, they were able to calmly face the siege of the zombie soldiers.

In less than half an hour, Zi Feng had beheaded thirteen corpse soldiers.

There were at least eight hundred, if not a thousand, headless corpses lying on the ground.

Not only him, but everyone else could clearly sense that the corpse soldiers in Yudu City were not all civilians or soldiers.

Among them were many martial artists, mostly from Poisonous India, and a few from Central China.

Zi Feng had not yet spotted any familiar faces, but was very worried about seeing any familiar faces at all.

But as the battle continued, the number of undead soldiers actually increased with each kill.

Fortunately, everyone was in good physical condition. They had come to solve the problem of the zombie soldiers, and the more decapitations they could complete, the fewer zombie soldiers there would be.

It's not time to back down yet.

Zi Feng's every step was steady and firm.

Leaning forward, like a willow branch swaying in the wind, the core point never deviated too much.

He brought his swordsmanship, which he had painstakingly honed and developed into muscle memory, to its fullest potential, capturing the space to strike amidst the leaping and bounding zombies.

He has eyes that are adept at capturing subtle changes, and his limbs possess extremely strong explosive power. These are the foundational skills that led him to choose to use daggers and specialize in close-quarters assassination.

Swish swish!

Even the thick fog could not obscure the chilling glint of the sword in his hand.

In the blink of an eye, the three corpse soldiers were decapitated.

The sound of wind breaking came from behind again. Zi Feng twisted his body and swung his sword to block the black shadow that swept past.

Just as he was about to counterattack, the dark figure in front of him became an all-too-familiar shape in Zi Feng's eyes!
Zi Feng felt as if a piece of her heart had been suddenly ripped out!
He then found it hard to breathe, and the heavy dark circles under his eyes made his vision obscure as they peeked through his skin!

In the next instant, the corpse soldier whirled around, his right hand, covered in black scabs, gripping a broken dagger and about to stab Zi Feng in the eye.

The brittle, smelly wet hair, the dark and grayish skin, the unfocused, dull eyes, the dark notch on the left side of the neck, and the left hand missing the middle three fingers all rushed into Zi Feng's vision and crashed into his mind!
The short blade of the severed-finger corpse soldier missed its target.

Zi Feng did not deliberately try to hide.

But the man's appearance struck him like a hammer blow, so painful that he knelt down and curled up on the ground!
Although Zifeng had already prepared for the worst before coming here.

But when she saw that Xi Xia, who was originally a woman with a Western Regions flair, who could sing and dance, was lively, cheerful, and handsome, had become a living dead person who was neither human nor ghost, Zi Feng's heart seemed to be torn into several pieces and could never be pieced back together.

In a blur, my former best friend and brother raised a butcher's knife with hands that could no longer play the piano.

Zi Feng has completely lost all ability to resist, and even his fighting ability.

……

"Hey!

"If you keep hugging him like that, his head will rot!"

"For your brother's sake, bury him as soon as possible."

"Hey, did you hear me?!"

Snapped!
Zi Feng's mind went blank for a while before he realized that he had probably been slapped.

And it was a rather forceful slap.

But he didn't rush to cause trouble for the owner of the slap.

Because he found himself holding a head.

The hair on the back of his head was matted and sticky, but he still felt that the face looked quite familiar at first glance.