I've never felt happy to become an immortal.

Chapter 14: There are three million swords in the world, but only sword control is the best
The cook held a knife in his hand, staring at the person in front carefully, ready to use his body to clear the way for the person behind him at any time.

Boom-!
He was only focused on the front and never expected that someone would attack him from behind.

A copper furnace hit the back of his neck, accurately hitting the most vulnerable and completely defenseless part.

The cook rolled his eyes and immediately lay down in the lobby of the restaurant.

Bai Xuan put down the copper incense burner and raised his hand to wave away the snow-white incense ash that was blown away by the impact.

Outside the restaurant, Qi Renfeng grinned: "It's a little late to surrender now."

Bai Xuan realized the other party had misunderstood and began to explain, "I was just worried that he was so determined to die that even with his 280-plus pound weight, I couldn't hold him back. So I took him down in advance. With one more person, I'll be a little restricted later."

"After all, I'm injured, so I have to conserve my energy."

The young man looked very serious: "Maybe I'll have to kill a master later."

He picked up the iron sword with his left hand, pinched the tassel with two fingers, and the sword turned and flew under the pull of a rope.

It's like playing with a toy.

This frivolous action only made Qi Renfeng look down on the young man even more, thinking that he was undoubtedly putting on airs.

After all, any normal person knows that the sword tassel is a decoration, and what swordsman would play with the weapon so frivolously?

Any chivalrous hero in the martial arts world would treasure his personal weapon immensely. Not only would he worship it as if it were his ancestor, but he would also need to maintain it carefully.

Only someone who has never practiced with a sword would swing it around like a sledgehammer.

Qi Renfeng's eyes flashed with sarcasm, and he ordered his attendants, "Go, bring back his head."

The number of remaining warriors was not large, with only twelve or thirteen retaining full combat effectiveness.

But Manager Jiang was not there, and the chef had also left, leaving only the rookie Bai Xuan pretending to be something. Everyone thought that this must be a credit he had picked up for free.

One of the young men in the martial arts school wiped his night battle sword. He had been learning martial arts from Qi Renfeng for more than five years and had good talent. Although he had not yet entered the realm, he had already mastered the Seven Killing Sword Technique to perfection.

He wanted to make a contribution tonight, gain merit, and then marry Qi Renfeng's niece in the future. He would take advantage of the other party's support to rise to a higher position and go to a bigger world... The small county of Su County was not even qualified to be his grave!

The heavy rain had soaked his clothes, and the muscles exposed through the torn shirt were like angular copper ingots, reflecting a metallic luster under the dim lights in the restaurant.

He rushed to the restaurant hall first, and to gain the upper hand, he kicked twice in succession, causing the blue bricks on the steps in front of the door to tilt.

Seven Killing Swords: Mantis Kill!

The Seven Killings Sword Technique is not a very sophisticated sword technique in the martial arts world, but sword techniques are all about actual combat. The Seven Killings Sword Technique was derived from battlefield sword techniques, and every move is focused on actual combat. The moves are ruthless, and taking people's lives is like cutting grass.

The martial arts disciple undoubtedly swung the most perfect sword move in his life.

The strong wind from the knife blew through the lobby of the restaurant, extinguishing the candles, and darkness immediately enveloped the interior of the lobby.

There was silence for three full seconds.

Then there was a sound of movement.

In the darkness that devoured life, a corpse was thrown out and fell into the cold rain. There was a red line on his throat. He faced the night sky with his face up, his lifeless, and his ferocious expression frozen at the moment the knife was swung.

Qi Renfeng stopped smiling.

His brows were knitted into a "川" shape as he stared intently at the corpse of his prized disciple, his eyes filled with astonishment and confusion...

to be frank.

He didn't understand.

He had no idea how a young man who couldn't even hold his sword could kill his disciple in one move.

There was no sound of fighting coming from the restaurant, and not even a spark was emitted.

This means that there was no collision or clash of swords.

Before the knife fell, its wielder was dead.

...something's weird!
...I can’t play with this evil kid anymore!

"Attack together!" Qi Renfeng gave the order, and Chuanlindao beside him shouted, "Shoot!"

Most of the people he brought with him were still left, and they all had bows and crossbows in their hands. They should have been able to kill a martial artist who had not entered the country from a distance with just one volley of fire.

But it takes two or three seconds from the time the command is given to the time the crossbow is loaded.

They had underestimated Bai Xuan before, so they were not prepared to launch at any time.

When the body was thrown out of the restaurant, everyone's attention was attracted by the body and they completely lost their vision of the interior of the restaurant.

They couldn't see where Bai Xuan was at all, so they could only shoot randomly into the restaurant with their bows and crossbows.

When all the firepower of the crossbows and arrows covered the first floor of the restaurant, only a squeaking sound was heard.

The window on the second floor of the restaurant was pushed open, and a figure fell from the sky, like a fleeting flash of lightning.

He just 'brushed' past the crowd and made a circle among the private soldiers armed with bows and crossbows.

Wherever he passed, no sound of living beings remained.

The fatal wound was only a red line on the neck. When Chuan Lin Dao saw this scene, his eyes instantly turned red.

The people he brought with him were all loyal warriors secretly cultivated by the Hong family. Before the encirclement and suppression, the two incoming warriors only suffered four or five casualties, but now they were all killed in the blink of an eye?

But in his anger, he did not lose his mind, but felt a hint of absurdity and fear.

Chuan Lin Dao could understand the previous situation. He knew Jiang Baichuan and knew that the other party was strong enough; but he could not understand what was happening now.

A young boy at the age of twenty, holding a sword, can be invincible among a group of well-trained assassins!

Rather than saying that no one can match you, it is better to say that it is like entering an empty space.

They were obviously a group of well-trained martial artists, but they were like fragile papers in front of the young man's sword, and they broke with a single poke. The sword in his hand was just an ordinary sword, and this person... hadn't even entered the country yet!
Why can he kill so easily?
He couldn't understand it, but he was greatly shocked.

When facing Bai Xuan standing in the pile of dead bodies, Chuanlin Dao was more than one level higher, but the mental burden was heavier than when facing Manager Jiang... The latter's power was tangible and could be touched; while the former's power was weird and completely unnoticeable!
Chuan Lin Dao really wanted to stop there, but the losses were too great and he couldn't retreat.

Qi Renfeng beside him had also reached the limit of his patience.

The iron stick was swung up to the height of the eyebrows, stirring up the wind and rain and causing the water on the ground to flow.

The warriors who enter the state can release their true Qi, but the released true Qi cannot leave the body too far. Its most intuitive use is still to control soldiers with Qi.

By opening up the Qi channels, one can release the true Qi and connect it to weapons, thereby extending one's own senses to the weapons. The weapons will then become extensions of the limbs, not only greatly expanding one's own perception, but also enabling one to command them as if by one's own arm.

That's why Shopkeeper Jiang told Bai Erlang, "First tame your hands and feet, then master the weapons."

Qi Renfeng smashed down with his stick with astonishing momentum, and the force was enough to smash the stone lions at the door of the restaurant. Bai Xuan would not take it head-on, so he took a step back, and then a second step. Qi Renfeng took advantage of the situation and swung his stick relentlessly, with the stick moving wildly and continuously. This was also the characteristic of his Qi family stick technique, which was clean and neat without any cumbersomeness. It did not emphasize any fancy moves, but focused on the word "attack".

The road is not endless, and Bai Xuan's retreat and maneuvering space is also constantly shrinking.

Seeing that his back was already against the wall, Qi Renfeng's eyes flashed with terrifying murderous intent, and he retracted the force of his stick and thrust it forward.

This move is called White Snake Spits Its Tongue!
But it doesn't look like a white snake, but more like a dragon coming out of a cave.

Just when Qi Renfeng was about to succeed, a loud thunder exploded in the sky. His stick technique, which had been built up with momentum, suddenly lost its accuracy and hit the white wall directly. The three-meter wall collapsed with it. Qi Renfeng himself stood there motionless, as stiff as a stone.

The ordinary iron sword pierced his throat and severed his spine.

Then the moves will be out of control and the hands and feet will not obey commands.

Bai Xuan kicked Qi Renfeng in the lower abdomen, knocking him down, and pulled the sword from his neck.

Qi Renfeng struggled to move his fingers to try to block the blood gushing from his throat, but it was of no avail. This was already a fatal injury that could not be undone.

This ambitious man would soon die on a cold, rainy night.

Bai Xuan glanced at Qi Renfeng and could see a hint of deep doubt in his unwilling eyes.

He didn't know why he was stabbed or when.

"In my previous life, I ran a vegetable greenhouse."

"The identification is complete, you are a dish."

Bai Xuan said calmly, "He's both a novice and a playful person. He's a complete novice to death."

puff--!
Qi Renfeng spat out a mouthful of blood half a meter high, his head tilted, his eyes widened, and he went to see the King of Hell with his great ambition.

Bai Xuan held the iron sword horizontally in front of him, letting the heavy rain wash away the blood on it. He turned his gaze to the last survivor.

"What about you? Do you understand?"

"About 70%." Chuan Lin Dao said, "With that sword strike just now, it's more like he bumped into it than you could say you stabbed him yourself. I just don't understand...why he didn't notice it, let alone avoid it."

"Hidden Blade Technique and Silent Sword." Bai Xuan raised his hand, and an iron sword disappeared into his palm as he twisted his wrist. "They're just some little tricks."

Chuan Lin Dao's eyelids twitched.

Putting aside the sword-hiding technique, he didn't see it clearly.

In his opinion, it was almost impossible to achieve this silent sword. After all, it was raining heavily now. You could hide the sword energy and the sound of the sword, but what about the echo caused by the falling rain?

Before Chuan Lin Dao could figure it out, he heard Bai Xuan say, "Don't worry, now that I've said it, I won't use it again."

"Your strength level is higher than his. If you try to play tricks, you might end up in trouble."

"So, I choose to be more cautious..."

Chuan Lin Dao held his breath. He knew that begging for mercy was useless. He was already planning to never give Bai Xuan a chance to get close to him. He also had a crossbow, which could completely consume the opponent's physical strength from a distance, and then find an opportunity to kill him with one strike.

But the next moment, his eyes suddenly widened and his mouth could no longer close, as if he had seen monsters with his own eyes, and two unclear syllables squeezed out of his dry and astringent throat.

“…Flying Sword…”

The iron sword reappeared, Bai Xuan let go of his hand, and the sword just froze in mid-air. The invisible force evenly wrapped around the iron sword, and it swam slowly in the rain like the fin of a fish.

This horrifying and shocking scene made the young man's whispered monologue sound like thunder in the ears of Chuan Lin Dao.

"There are three million swordsmen in the world,"

"Only sword control is the best."

(End of this chapter)