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Chapter 41: Kill with One Knife
In the open space, a large number of people have quickly packed up their things and left.

They don't want to get involved in this dispute.

Especially when the horse thieves arrive, they might rob them.

Losing money is a small matter, losing life is a big matter.

Gao Hongzhe saw this and ran to the crowd and shouted:

"Everyone, don't leave! If we unite, we can definitely resist the bandits!"

"If we eliminate the horse bandits, we won't have to worry about this trade route being plundered in the future!"

In response, everyone just gave Gao Hongzhe a cold look, as if he were an idiot.

As everyone finished loading their bags into the car, they were about to leave the haystack.

But this time.

The sun has risen.

The sunrise in the desert dyes the sky golden.

The first light of dawn breaks, and the coldness of the long dark night fades away.

But on the nearest sand dunes, a group of riders appeared.

The group of riders had a clear goal and headed straight for the haystack.

"It's...a horse thief!"

“It’s a swordsman!!!”

Some sharp-eyed people screamed in shock.

The whole hay barn was in chaos.

No one expected that the horse thieves would arrive so quickly.

The crowd scattered in fear.

They are not running away.

If they were carrying goods, they would have no way of escaping the pursuit of the bandits.

They were looking for a place to hide their belongings, hoping to minimize their losses.

This group of horse thieves came and went like the wind, and soon they arrived at the entrance of the hay shop.

The open space quickly became quiet.

Everyone gathered together anxiously, waiting for their next fate.

The horse thieves dismounted and walked into the haystack.

The bandits were covered in dust, obviously having attacked all night.

But the tyrannical aura around them can make people feel strongly oppressed.

As the horse thieves stepped into the open space, the crowd gathered there subconsciously retreated.

Walking in front was a thin middle-aged man.

He was wearing a yellowed sheepskin coat, a turban on his head to protect him from the wind and sand, and a knife tied around his waist.

His skin has become very rough due to years of exposure to wind and sand.

His appearance is also ordinary and not outstanding.

But he exuded infinite confidence, even arrogance.

It seemed as if everyone present was nothing more than pigs and sheep to be slaughtered in his eyes.

His eyes glanced casually around the entire audience.

No one dared to say a word.

The scene seemed to be frozen.

At this time.

Liang Jin finally opened his eyes and looked at the middle-aged man.

He knew that this person was a swordsman!
Because Liang Jin felt a strong sense of oppression from this man.

Especially the bloody smell on this person is extremely strong.

It will surely kill countless people!
And they not only killed ordinary people, but also warriors!
really.

Among the prostitutes, Turtle hurried to the side of the swordsman and said flatteringly:

"Boss, you are finally here."

"It was this guy who killed our people last night!"

As he spoke, Turtle pointed his finger at Liang Jin and spit in his direction.

Upon hearing this, the swordsman looked at Liang Jin with a contemptuous smile.

He raised his hand and waved towards Liang Jin.

This was a signal for Liang Jin to go over and fight him.

Liang Jin was about to stand up.

But suddenly I thought of what Liu Yuan said.

This made Liang Jin change his mind, and he calmed down and continued to sit quietly.

Seeing that Liang Jin was unmoved, the swordsman just laughed.

So he took a step forward and walked towards Liang Jin.

The rest of the bandits stood still, leading their horses.

They had no intention of interfering.

Because they knew that the leader alone was enough to kill Liang Jin!
The leader hadn't killed a warrior in a long time and had long wanted to use a warrior to sharpen his sword.

The swordsman's pace was very slow.

step.

step.

step.

It seemed as if every step was stepping on Liang Jin's heart.

Liang Jin was at the center of the swordsman's murderous intent, and felt the pressure growing greater and greater.

He couldn't help but want to stand up and prepare for battle immediately.

"not good!"

"The battle hasn't started yet, I can't be intimidated by his momentum!" Liang Jin quickly calmed his mind.

He calmed his breathing and relaxed his whole body so that his body would not be overdrawn prematurely under pressure.

The rest of the people in the field also had their hearts in their throats.

Not only Liang Jin felt the pressure, they also suffered the murderous intent emanating from the swordsman.

Those with weak minds could not stop trembling.

Gao Hongzhe stood nearby and couldn't help clenching his fists, his knuckles even turning white from using too much force.

The swordsman came closer.

The short distance of seven zhang was reduced to only three zhang.

But everyone felt as if a long time had passed, as if the swordsman had come a long way.

at last.

Some people are no longer willing to bear this feeling of oppression and plan to take action in advance.

Two men stood out from the crowd.

They held knives and blocked the way of the swordsman.

"One Swordsman!!!"

"Ten years ago, you massacred our entire village. You have a deep blood feud with us!"

"Now that we have returned from our apprenticeship, we must avenge the entire village!"

"You can only die in our hands!"

As the two men shouted, their eyes were filled with intense hatred.

Liang Jin's heart moved.

I didn't expect that Liu Yuan didn't lie this time.

The strong sense of oppression felt by the swordsman was also broken by the challenge of the two men.

The swordsman stopped and raised the corner of his mouth in disdain.

He raised his hand and waved to the two men.

One of the men couldn't stand such provocation and took the first step.

"die!!!"

He roared, raised his sword, and slashed towards the swordsman!
The knife shines like snow, and the cold air penetrates people.

Liang Jin raised his eyebrows when he saw this.

Musha!
Still seventh grade!

As soon as the man made a move, Liang Jin judged his strength.

Who would have thought that in a small place like the hay shop, there was actually a seventh-grade warrior hiding!
Seventh rank versus seventh rank!
Maybe it's really as Liu Yuan said, and I don't have to take action.

The next moment——

The swordsman drew his sword!
"Qiang!"

The sword was unsheathed with a crisp sound.

The knife was like a meteor, flashing away in an instant.

"What a quick knife!"

Liang Jin's heart skipped a beat.

The swordsman's sword was so fast that he could hardly see it!
It is truly worthy of the reputation of being the fastest sword in this area!
With this strike, the outcome is decided.

The man's sword had already cut into the air, while the swordsman's waist knife had already pierced his chest.

As the swordsman pulled out his knife, blood spurted out.

Blood splashed onto the swordsman's face with a sinister smile, making him look like an evil ghost!
"Bang!!!"

The man's body fell to the ground with a thud.

Liang Jin's breathing rhythm was disrupted.

He knew that the swordsman was very strong, but he didn't expect him to be so strong.

Even killing a seventh-grade warrior of the same realm only requires one strike!

How can we defeat such a powerful enemy?

at this time.

When another man saw his companion being killed by a knife, an expression of disbelief appeared on his face; then, it slowly turned into an expression of horror.

It's like seeing a ghost!
When facing the swordsman, he actually began to tremble.

He held the knife in his hand, but was unable to pull it out of the sheath.

At this moment, the man didn't even have the courage to draw his sword!

But the swordsman didn't even bother to look at him and walked straight past him.

It was as if such a person was not worthy of dying under his knife.

As the swordsman passed by, the man was almost on the verge of collapse.

Tears and sweat mixed together on his face, and his eyes turned red.

The deep blood feud finally forced him to draw his sword!
"what!!!"

The man roared, the knife in his hand already unsheathed.

Although attacking from behind is not honorable, he doesn't care about his reputation as long as he can get revenge.

The swordsman didn't even turn his head and swung his sword back.

"Shh!"

The knife light disappeared.

The swordsman continued to walk forward without even glancing back.

The man, who had just managed to pull the knife out of the sheath, stiffened and then fell limply to the ground.

Blood spread from under him and seeped into the sand...

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