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

Historical records indicate that Zhang Fei (Zhang Yide) possessed such a treasured sword, which he always carried with him as a symbol of his status.

Given Zhang Fei's personality, this knife must have killed countless people.

Even now, it looks brand new.

This is definitely not just because the materials are good.

Li Xin felt a surge of joy upon seeing it from his psychic perspective.

He saw the strange characters and patterns on the blade once again.

Upon closer inspection, the blood-red patterns had disappeared. However, when viewed through squinting eyes, the patterns exuded a sharp and piercing aura that pressed against one's brow.

If you stare at it for too long, it feels like your eyes are being pricked by needles.

"We'll study it when we get back."

He composed himself and turned his gaze to the other people in the courtyard.

The psychic perspective was never withdrawn, yet it revealed things that others could not see.

"You are a disciple of the Swallow Sect, right? What is your relationship with Gao Tianyun?"

Li Xin's gaze locked onto a lean, wiry young man not far from Zhang Wuying, and he asked in a deep voice.

The opponent's gait was light and agile, giving people a sense of leaping and undulating at all times.

It was very similar to my first impression of Gao Tianyun.

That's not what Li Xin was actually concerned about.

It was the dense, impenetrable black aura emanating from the other party.

'They're hostile towards me.'

“Lian Feiyu is indeed a disciple of the Swallow Sect. He was sent by the Tongxing Escort Agency to protect us from assassination by the conservative faction.”

Zhang Wujie asked, puzzled, "Master Lian has always been diligent and capable in his work. Does Master Li have any doubts?"

"Make your move. If you can block one of my strikes, I'll spare your life."

Li Xin offered no explanation.

I believe the other party understands as well.

Previously, Cheng Feiyan had been bullied and oppressed... The Japanese experts launched a fierce attack.

These experts from the capital, all of whom were guards, surprisingly did not offer any assistance; they simply stared at them with wide, unyielding eyes.

Is this the time for you to watch a play?

Let's not talk about camaraderie.

There's always a sense of shared sorrow among compatriots, like the fox mourning the death of its kin.

The Japanese devils were so arrogant, they just pretended not to see anything.

Then why bother practicing martial arts?

What's the point of still being alive?

“We have no past grievances or recent grudges, so I don’t understand what you mean, Master Li?”

"You must understand that Tongxing is no small family; it will not tolerate your Bagua Martial Arts School's bullying."

"Fine, then you can die."

puff!

The blade flashed like snow.

Even with a smile still on his face, Lian Feiyu's head was already flying into the air.

too fast.

So fast that even Fei Yu himself only moved his left little finger, without even drawing his sword.

Zhang Wuying let out a gasp.

He opened his mouth, but said nothing.

The gazes directed at Li Xin now held a hint of fear.

"And you, why didn't you run away?"

Li Xin then looked at another tall and sturdy man carrying a sword.

The man's muscles were bulging all over his body, as if he had practiced some kind of external martial arts.

Judging from the large sword behind him and the red ribbon tied to the hilt, he must be from Yuanshun Escort Agency.

"I have wronged Miss Feiyan. Master Li is right to reprimand me."

He drew his broadsword from behind him, and with a whoosh, swung it back in front of him, severing his left arm.

Blood gushed out like a spring.

He threw down the broadsword, gripped his severed arm tightly, and walked towards the courtyard gate with his head down.

Sweat dripped down his face like beads.

Li Xin did not stop him this time.

The gaze fell on the last bodyguard.

This is a middle-aged man who is about forty years old.

He held a pipe in his mouth, its light flickering.

His eyes rolled slightly outward, staring intently at Li Xin's movements.

"Young man, you still want to kill me? Even if Cheng Yuanhua came, he wouldn't dare to be as domineering as you."

"So what if we couldn't save that little girl? I'm here as a bodyguard for the court's determined reforms, not to be someone's babysitter."

"you're right……"

Li Xin nodded. "If that's the case, then you can die."

The malice revealed through a psychic perspective is undeniable.

Whether it's jealousy, resentment, or simply being arrogant and disapproving of one's own seniority, it's all fine.

If someone is incompetent in martial arts, harbors malicious intent, and puts on airs like a senior, then they deserve to die a righteous death.

Li Xin carried his sword with him, and the sword light suddenly intensified.

The Dragon Slash was elusive and unpredictable, yet it struck with overwhelming force.

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Chapter Ninety-Nine: The Dragon and the Phoenix (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

The old man reacted extremely quickly.

Clearly, they had been preparing for this for a long time.

call……

A spark had already ignited between the two, transforming into a raging fire.

He was short in stature, and his pipe, shaped like a spear, pierced Li Xin's lower abdomen.

This person was as agile as a monkey, and had been plotting the attack for a long time.

His speed wasn't much slower than Li Xin's.

The conversion of the cigarette butt into a gun is just right.

His hands suddenly felt empty.

It was discovered that, apart from the handle held by the fingers, the front part was broken.

At some point, the windmill-powered tobacco pipe that had been with him for twenty years was severed by a flash of the blade.

His arm and neck were severed in the process.

"What do you mean by 'swimming dragon'? It means it moves. Old man, if you can block this strike, you'll be a grandmaster too."

Li Xin sneered.

He turned his head and looked at the servants kneeling around the Cherry Blossom Pavilion. They were all lying on the ground with their heads pressed against the ground, their whole bodies trembling.

There are girls from the University of Tokyo, and there are girls from Sakura.

He was too lazy to argue, and didn't make another move.

He gave Zhang Wuying a deep look, took Cheng Feiyan from Zhuang Hongxiu's arms, picked her up around the waist, and slowly walked out the door.

The sun was shining brightly outside, and a gentle breeze was blowing.

The fragrance of flowers wafts on the breeze, bringing joy to the heart.

Near and far, pairs of eyes held a range of emotions: fear, excitement, longing, and doubt...

No one made a sound.

She simply watched him get into the carriage and leave the street.

The carriage had traveled a long way.

He then heard a roar of cheers coming from behind him.

"All the Japanese devils are dead, along with those soldiers..."

"Yes, who exactly is that young man? Such a murderous aura, such imposing presence."

"You don't even recognize him? Are you really from the capital? Let me tell you something..."

"That's right, that's how it should be. In my opinion, we haven't killed enough. We should have killed everyone and then set a fire."

"Father, Mother, did you see that? Heaven has opened its eyes!"

"Master..."

"When you see this person again, remember not to offend him. He is not a master, but he is better than a master."

"Offending a grandmaster might offer a chance of survival, but offending this person means certain death."

"That old devil Peng from Dongshan Guild Hall is really shrewd and clever. He handled things very well and managed to escape a disaster."

"When we get back, tell the Beihe brothers to be more vigilant."

"That Yagyu Haruno, whose blade is stained with the blood of many masters from the capital, is known as the 'Demon Blade that knocks on the gate, a sword that comes from the east.'"

But to my surprise, he died so easily.

It seems we still need to think things through carefully; we absolutely must not get involved in the battle at Wan Hua Lou.

This "King of Hell's Decree" is truly from a living King of Hell...

……

Pale red specks of light fluttered down like cherry blossoms, transforming into a wave of light.

On a level unseen by anyone, like all rivers flowing into the sea, they converge in the space between one's eyebrows.

"This……"

A glint of wild joy flashed in Li Xin's eyes.

"Fifty-seven points, a full fifty-seven points of shallow faith, transformed into real faith power, amount to a total of 5.7 faith power."

Adding the thirteen points I gained at the Dongshan Guild Hall... I gained a total of seven points of Faith on this trip.

"I'm not far from unlocking the second level of [Nezha's Divine Will] once my [Spirit] reaches 30 points."

Just as I was thinking this, I heard a muffled groan.

Blood trickled from the corner of Fei Yan's mouth as he held her in his arms. Her eyes were fixed on him, her expression extremely complicated.

At the same time, a golden light also emerged from her body and from Zhuang Hongxiu beside her.

'No, it's not 7 points of confidence, it's 9 points.'

Thinking this, Li Xin carefully examined Cheng Feiyan's face and said in a deep voice, "Hongxiu, we can't wait until we get home to treat her. I need your help."