Republic of China Era: Entering the Dao through Divine Strike.

For a moment, it was impossible to tell where the stab was aimed.

"it is good."

Li Xin gave a soft shout, his eyes lighting up.

This person had previously fought alongside the enemy, and his performance was unremarkable, with nothing particularly outstanding.

Unexpectedly, after killing three people, he suddenly bared his fangs...

The spear thrust was swift and ruthless, a single counter-attack strike of unparalleled brilliance.

The spear in the opponent's hand was made of bright silver, with a coiled dragon engraved on it, and the spearhead was so bright that it cut through the wind silently.

It is indeed a great weapon in battle.

It can penetrate double steel armor.

This person is no ordinary individual.

The power of his attack was even slightly greater than that of the leading general.

A thought flashed through his mind, and Li Xin lightly touched the saddle behind him with the tip of his foot, like a leaf blown by a strong wind.

His mind, as sharp as ice and snow, locked onto the trajectory of the opponent's gun blade.

Uh...

The gleaming silver blade whistled past his neck, tearing a piece of fabric from his collar.

Li Xin felt the sharp edge of the attack, laughed heartily, and pounced on the man's horse from behind.

The white-shafted, red-tasseled spear trailing behind him suddenly shifted from his left hand to his right, the spearhead passing under his ribs.

Lightning flashed.

A sharp whistling sound.

It was already close to the side of the opponent's neck armor plate, piercing into the neck.

The man used his signature "returning spear" move, and just as he was about to change from a straight thrust to a horizontal slash, a sharp pain shot through his neck.

He roared, a resolute glint in his eyes, and began to strike wildly.

The white shaft was smashed to pieces, and the gun barrel broke in half.

Li Xin loosened his grip, and with a cold laugh, his figure floated into the air... He slapped the horse's back hard, and once again soared into the air.

With a flick of his toe, he hooked the gleaming silver dragon-patterned spear into his hand.

call……

A beam of cold light from the full moon swept across.

The black horse and the silver-spear general below were neatly split in two by the gleaming blade.

The leading general has already turned back and attacked.

If Li Xinteng hadn't gotten up in time, he would have been struck squarely by that blade.

"Whoever comes here, I, Li, will not kill nameless men under my spear."

Li Xin landed with a somersault, without disturbing a speck of dust, his spear pointing diagonally to the sky.

He was also a little curious at this moment.

Who exactly is this guy?

His attack was even more ferocious than that of Zhang Shijie, a master of internal energy who guarded the prefectural office.

They were also much bolder.

Knowing full well that he had fought his way through countless battles and possessed formidable strength, he still dared to lead his team in a direct charge.

His swordsmanship was fast and fierce, with the force of a thousand pounds.

If this had happened during the era of cold weapons, he might very well have made a name for himself.

Unfortunately, times have changed.

This kind of mounted combat martial arts is already the last vestige of its kind.

"I am Wu Chengfa, a military officer in the Southern Camp, responsible for capturing thieves and robbers. If you surrender, I can give you a quick death."

Wu Chengfa's momentum surged, and the five riders behind him simultaneously roared with battle cries.

Several riders died, and these men were even more murderous than before.

Slow down the horse's speed and move forward slowly.

……

Chapter Forty-Six: A Hundred Strikes Ignite a Wildfire, Azure Dragon Emerges from the Water

"Heh, haha..."

Li Xintian laughed heartily.

"Good, very good. A third-rank military officer of the imperial court, you are certainly qualified to leave your name here."

The words had just left his mouth.

Li Xin stomped down, sending stone slabs flying everywhere. He rose up and soared into the sky.

The spear burned like a raging fire, and a red light pierced the night sky from the shaft to the tip, whistling as it struck Wu Chengfa in the chest.

"call!"

Wu Kefa reacted quickly.

A cold smile played at the corners of his lips.

Neither dodge nor avoid.

A single, sweeping strike.

They were about to cut Li Xin in two at the waist.

He was confident that he was wearing a suit of steel armor.

No matter what, trading a knife for a gun is never a losing proposition for myself.

He swung the long sword halfway through when his arm suddenly stopped.

His body was frozen on the horse, not moving at all.

A figure hovered in front of him.

The spear had already pierced through the steel armor, penetrating two layers, tearing through the back, and going straight through...

"It seems I gave you some kind of misconception earlier. Without this tortoise shell, you thought you could withstand my Wildfire Spear Technique."

Previously limited by weapons.

Li Xin held the white wooden spear, but the Qian Yuan energy he had painstakingly gathered could not be transmitted at all.

The soft wooden pole could not withstand the transmission of great force.

If you strike too hard, the gun barrel could break in a matter of minutes.

Now, wielding this gleaming silver dragon-patterned spear, it pierces through armor as easily as burrowing through rotten earth.

Once he unleashes his full speed, no matter how heavy or powerful the opponent's blade, they will only be dead under his spear.

"kill……"

Several riders with red eyes surrounded them.

They wielded both guns and knives.

Li Xin swayed and leaped back and forth on several horses.

A red glint flashed at the tip of the spear several times, and the five riders were killed.

He stood on his horse, gazing into the distance...

He saw his elder brother Li Cheng and Yang Fan, along with a group of people, bending over and looking back at him as they groped their way into the darkness.

His eyes were still shining.

In the distance, a few scattered people peeked out from the alleyway or opened the windows of their houses, peeking half their bodies out.

Many others stood in the shadows of the street, silently watching all of this.

The faint red glow, like fireflies in the dark night, drifted into my body.

"Including the Yang family, there are a total of two golden lights and twenty-eight pale red glows. Good, my physique can be improved by a lot again."

"Nezha's divine intent has been refined by another 35%, reaching 66%. Even after the [Divine Strike] is lifted, his senses around him have become much clearer."

While not down to the smallest detail, it was at least vaguely discernible.

“Under normal circumstances, it is very difficult for anyone to attack me from behind.”

"This time, playing the role of Nezha, the Third Prince, I may not kill more people than last time, and there may be fewer bystanders than last time."

However, the percentage of those who could digest the secret techniques through role-playing was significantly higher, likely because they were killing corrupt officials.

"In the eyes of ordinary people, Nezha, the Third Prince, is not only extremely bloodthirsty, but also a rebel against injustice and a subservient figure."

I wonder if this is why it better fits the character's original image?

Li Xin pondered for a moment, then turned and leaped several times, disappearing into the darkness.

"That's the Southern Camp Assistant Commander, a third-rank military officer."

"Yes, he also had a guerrilla general named Wei Zhengsheng by his side, a third-rank official. There was also Commander Wang, and several of his loyal followers, all of whom were killed this time. The Southern Camp was in complete chaos. At least half of their military force was crippled."

"What a formidable Nezha! This battle has cemented his status as a god. There's another person in Nancheng that we shouldn't mess with."

"Hey, hey, hasn't anyone noticed that all the servants in that house have scattered, and a large number of people are dead in the courtyard? Has even the entire Lianpan family died?"

Someone shouted loudly.

"Hurry, hurry, it's terrible!"

If the previous street battles were a life-or-death struggle between government soldiers and bandits, then who lived and who died had little to do with these idle people.

But now, they've stormed into officials' residences, ransacked their homes, and wiped out entire families.

Those with a guilty conscience and considerable wealth felt a chill run down their spines at this moment.

"Investigate! Find out quickly what caused this feud and why they're being so ruthless."

"Who exactly is that Nezha, the Third Prince?"

……

Some were terrified, some were overjoyed, some were resentful, and of course, some were grateful.

Li Xin kills people but doesn't bury them.

Looking back at the bustling southern city at night, he picked up his gun and left, leaving no trace of merit or fame.

……

In the courtyard, Zhuang Hongxiu rubbed her hands together, her face pale, pacing back and forth under the ginkgo tree.

I would stop every now and then and listen to what was happening outside the wall.

Her thin eyebrows were furrowed together.

"Ding……"

Outside the east wall, the moonlight dimmed slightly, and a figure leaped over the wall and landed on the ground.

The butt of the gun gently tapped against the stone slab, making a slight sound.

Although I couldn't see the person's face clearly.

Zhuang Hongxiu, however, immediately showed a look of wild joy on her face and rushed forward in a few steps.

"Young Master, are you alright?"

She stopped abruptly, her hands clenching tightly.

Her eyes scanned Li Xin up and down, looking for any bloodstains.