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Chapter 25 The Eunuch's Divine Sword (Thanks to all the readers for their monthly tickets and rewards!)
Nucang Mountain?
What is that place?
Ding'an didn't know, and didn't want to think about it.

He was a straightforward and impulsive person, used to doing things directly and not good at finding a way out, typical of the Guanzhong swordsmen.

Therefore, the swordsmanship he mastered was the same as his personality.

The sword technique is called "Residual Flame," referring to two aspects: firstly, the use of broken swords and techniques, and secondly, the swiftness of the raging flames, which defeat the opponent with overwhelming force.

Leave no room for the other party, and leave no room for yourself either!

Therefore, even though Cao Shaoqin looked mocking, Ding An remained unmoved and charged forward with his sword.

Cao Shaoqin frowned: "Boring~!" With a flick of his wrist, his longsword flashed with several streaks of white light, piercing towards Ding'an like lightning.

All that could be heard was the clanging of metal, like a sudden downpour and a surging storm.

Ding'an, his broken sword still ablaze, frantically swung his blade while shouting, "Faster! Faster! Faster!"

Cao Shaoqin watched as his sword flashed like wildfire, and smiled, "So you're just a novice." With another flick of his wrist, the white sword light suddenly became as dense as rain.

With a few hissing sounds, Ding An groaned, blood gushing from his chest, and he fell backward violently.

"Ding'an!" Hongxiu cried out in terror.

Cao Shaoqin glanced at her, then looked away. His long sword followed her like a shadow, drawing circles in front of him to form a net, intending to strangle Ding An.

Just then, two sword lights suddenly appeared, one from the left and one from the right.

Cao Shaoqin's eyes gleamed with a sharp light. In an instant, he saw the sword's path clearly, changed his stance, and withdrew his longsword after a quick exploration to the left and right.

Then, two clanging sounds were heard, and two dazzling sparks suddenly rose from the sky.

Mu Renqing and Qiu Moyan's tiger mouths split open, and a surge of righteous yet evil true energy invaded their bodies, causing them to immediately spit out a mouthful of blood and fall backward!
"Fuck your grandma, you'd better die!"

Supported by Hongxiu, Jin Xiangyu suddenly jumped up, waving his one arm repeatedly, his golden light flashing.

This happened suddenly, and the willow leaf darts collided with each other, making the trajectory unpredictable.

By the time Cao Shaoqin realized it, he was already within three feet, and it was too late to dodge.

But he remained calm and smiled, his eyes flashing rapidly. In the blink of an eye, his body swayed like water, sliding across the sand and disappearing into the air, dodging the dart.

Suddenly, Cao the Eunuch appeared above the two beggar girls, and slashed at them with his left palm, shouting, "Die!"

The little beggar felt a chill run through him and screamed in unison with Jin Xiangyu, "Oh my god!"

Just then, a flaming blade of light flew in, controlled by iron chains, accompanied by a fierce gust of wind, it was extremely ferocious.

It is Ding'an!

When Cao Shaoqin saw Ding An lying on the ground, he thought he had the victory in the bag, but he didn't expect Ding An to have this trick up his sleeve.

He immediately thrust his longsword with his right hand. The sword in his hand was about five feet long and extremely heavy. The force of his thrust was astonishing, emitting a strange whistling sound.

Suddenly, there was a crisp "clang" sound as the broken knife opened up and the longsword was inserted into its blade.

Immediately afterwards, with a loud "bang," the sand was cleaved open by the force of the palm strike, and a huge sand fountain shot up ten feet high.

His palm strike was incredibly powerful, but Ding An stopped him, giving the two beggars a chance to escape.

In the sand fountain, Qiu Moyan broke through the mist, grabbed the two and took them away. However, the force of the palm strike hit their backs, and all three of them couldn't help but spit out blood and lunge forward.

Cao Shaoqin landed, glanced at the three women lying on the ground, then looked at the broken blade embedded in the sword, and smiled.

"Li Ding'an, son of Li Buhui, the Hundred-Jin Saber of Jiangnan. Your swordsmanship is far superior to your father's!"

With that, he brandished his longsword, thrusting the blade forward. With a "whoosh," the broken sword flew out in two pieces, leaving only the black iron chain.

At this moment, all the top experts of Longmen Inn fell to the ground, and Jin Xiangyu even fainted due to her severe injuries.

Cao Shaoqin stood in the wind, his black cloak fluttering behind him.

In the distance, dark clouds in the sky gradually descended to the ground, and strong suction forces formed around them, slowly creating a tornado.

"During the Chenghua era, Yu Huatian of the Western Depot came to this place," Cao Shaoqin said calmly. "It's a pity he was useless. He was actually killed by a few江湖子 (jianghu zizi, a term referring to people from the martial arts world)."

"Later, those people became so audacious that they actually assassinated Consort Wan. This prompted Eunuch Cao Zhengchun to take action, capture them one by one, and execute them by dismemberment."

Despite the rising sand and dust, Cao Shaoqin's soft, feminine voice reached everyone's ears clearly.

His tone was calm, but the content was chilling.

Yu Huatian of yesteryear, Cao Shaoqin of today. The江湖子 of yesteryear, the common people of today.

At this moment, just as at that moment.

However, now it's the eunuchs who are standing, and the江湖子 (jianghu zi, meaning江湖子, a term referring to the underworld or江湖义气, a code of honor among ...) who are crawling on the ground.

"Cao Shaoqin!" Mu Renqing's voice came: "Where did you get this 'Bright Eyes Technique'?"

Cao Shaoqin turned his gaze to him, looking at the ancient sword of the Wu-Yue style in his hand, examining the blue-green color on the blade, and the seal script character "青绿" (qinglv, meaning blue-green) engraved on it.

"Mu Renqing, the successor of the old mute of Mount Hua, I never expected that he would be willing to pass on the Green Sword to you. It seems that you will be the next leader of Mount Hua."

"I'm asking you!" Mu Renqing shouted, pointing his ancient sword directly at her, "Where did you get the 'Eye-Brightening Style' from?!"

Cao Shaoqin chuckled softly, "Naturally, it was obtained thirty years ago."

"Thirty years ago?" Mu Renqing was struck dumb. "The former sect leader, Meng Chunqiu, died, and Mount Hua was in turmoil. Could it be..."

"it's me."

Cao Shaoqin remained expressionless, his eyes cold. His right hand emerged from his sleeve, his long fingers gently holding the long sword.

“I orchestrated his death and seized the Taiyue Sword Technique and this Muming Style.”

Mu Renqing said in a hoarse voice, "The former sect leader's martial arts were extremely high, how could you possibly kill him?"

Cao Dugong chuckled and said, "You're right. Meng Chunqiu's sword and palm techniques are superb. At that time, my 'Heavenly Gang Child Skill' was not yet complete, so I was no match for him."

Mu Renqing murmured, "Not a match?" His whole body trembled, and he suddenly shouted, "It was you, you poisoned me?"

Cao Shaoqin laughed and said, "It wasn't me, it was his junior brother who poisoned him."

what?
In an instant, Mu Renqing's heart pounded like thunder, and he stared at the other person, speechless.

Cao Shaoqin said calmly, "Are you saying this person is dead?"

Mu Renqing struggled to compose himself and sneered, "Ancestor Bufan has decided that he is already dead!"

Cao Shaoqin scoffed and shook his head, saying, "That old mute has lived a hundred years in vain, far from being as domineering as his master. He's bound by the Huashan Sect, and despite possessing unparalleled strength, he can't use it. He can only become a skeleton in a tomb."

Mu Renqing angrily said, "How dare you, a eunuch, slander the venerable Ancestor Bufan?"

"Slander?" Cao Shaoqin's face turned cold, and he chuckled, "The old mute later saw that person appear in front of him with his own eyes. Even though he was so angry that he vomited blood, wasn't he still a coward like a turtle hiding its head?"

"Then, who is that person?"

Mu Renqing's throat was dry as he asked with difficulty.

“Hmm~! Him.” Cao Shaoqin tapped his temple, seemingly unable to recall. “I once sent him to Mount Hua to deliver an imperial edict, so he could strut around in front of the old mute and make a name for himself.”

A figure flashed through Mu Renqing's memory, and as if struck by lightning, his expression changed.

"Yes, it's him?"

“You’re not stupid.” Cao Shaoqin smiled. “That person is Jia Ting.”

"Hahahaha~!"

Governor Cao laughed loudly, as if he had finally spoken of a triumphant matter that he had kept hidden in his heart for a long time and had no one to tell. His laughter was unrestrained and wild.

Hongxiu, Qiu Moyan, and Ding An struggled to get up, and their expressions changed upon hearing his words.

Enraged, Mu Renqing shouted, "You scoundrel, you deserve to die!"

Just then, Tie Zhu and He Hu each drew their weapons and were about to pounce when they suddenly saw the sword light in Cao Shaoqin's hand approaching from afar, like a flying dragon in the sky, and then withdrawing after a single touch.

With a clang, Tie Zhu and He Hu's double swords fell to the ground, their eyes glazed over, and blood spurted from their throats.

A chuckle came.

Cao Shaoqin said casually, "Meng Chunqiu said the same thing back then, so I hollowed out his body and peeled off his skin. That skin is still kept in my Eastern Depot."

Mu Renqing calmed down at this moment. A white mist suddenly rose around him, blurring his face. His green sword hummed and shimmered with a bright green light.

"Oh, 'Frost Like Cold'," Cao Shaoqin chuckled lightly, "but of the five styles of Huashan's 'Nine Heavens Riding Clouds' power, you only have one. What do you have to fight me with?"

With a flick of his wrist, he thrust his longsword toward Mu Renqing's throat.

Mu Renqing saw that the sword was full of heroic spirit and extremely powerful momentum. He quickly stepped into the Nine Palaces and turned to the side. The long sword suddenly came out and stabbed towards Cao Shaoqin's throat.

The "Frosty Cold" energy flowed, and with a hiss, a streak of frosty white sword energy shot out. Cao Shaoqin felt an extreme chill assail him. He looked closely, and his longsword flashed out, drawing a short arc, and pierced the weak point of the sword energy.

"Stab~!"

The sword energy dissipated, but miraculously it didn't disappear. Instead, it transformed into countless fine threads, swirling and enveloping everything.

"What a brilliant sword energy transformation into silk!"

Cao Shaoqin suddenly reached out with his iron palm, and saw the thin thread shrink abruptly, turning into the size of a silkworm seedling, which he then grabbed.

He looked down and saw white mist moving in his palm. He clenched his fist and with a "whoosh," the white mist dissipated.

He glanced at Mu Renqing, who was drenched in sweat.

Cao Shaoqin sighed: "You guys always manage to fool people with things that are only slightly off but completely wrong."

Pointing at the panting Mu Renqing, he said, "Shuang Ruohan has left you with only a little bit of frost."

He pointed at Ding An, whose face was deathly pale: "You've ruined the Fire Greed Blade."

"In a mess?"

Ding An shook his hand, and with a clanging sound, the iron chain wrapped around his hand, turning it into an "iron hand".

Let's try again!

Before he finished speaking, his "iron hand" burst into flames, and he lunged at Cao Shaoqin.

"scold!"

Mu Renqing's emerald sword also trembled, its light intensified, and a ball of emerald light swept straight towards him.

Cao Shaoqin sneered, narrowed his eyes, and engaged the two in battle again.

In an instant, the two swords clashed, sparks flying, and then the longsword collided with the flaming iron hand, creating an explosion.

A cloud of dust swept across the sky, obscuring the figures of the three people, making them appear and disappear.

The three of them moved with lightning speed, like leaves falling in the wind, clashing in the howling sandstorm.

Whether it's Cao Shaoqin's palm and sword fighting techniques, Ding An's palm as a knife, or Mu Renqing's Xiyi sword technique.

At this moment, they all burst forth with unparalleled brilliance.

The three ran swiftly through the raging sandstorm, their battles becoming even more ferocious amidst the flashing blades.

Hurry, hurry, hurry! So fast that only flashes of fire could be seen, no human figures in sight; so fast that it was a race against time, swords flashing everywhere, a breathtaking spectacle.

The more the Duke fought, the more uneasy he felt. He noticed that at every crucial moment, his heartbeat would suddenly change speed, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes strong, sometimes weak.

Later on, their internal energy surged and their blood churned, affecting their sword accuracy, which is why Ding'an and the other man were able to hold out for so long.

"No, someone's trying to ambush me!"

Cao Shaoqin's expression changed drastically, and his eyes underwent a strange transformation in an instant.

One eye was fixed on the two of them, trembling incessantly, while the other eye glanced around as if searching for something.

In an instant, Cao Dugong's lips curled into a smile: "I see."

Suddenly, he leaped into the air, his longsword flashing white light as it sliced ​​through the air before suddenly becoming as straight as a rafter, aiming for Ding An's eyes.

This sword strike, delivered from a high vantage point, possessed an overwhelming power.

Ding An never expected him to take such a risk. Startled, he quickly took a step back, but he was still half a step too slow. In the blink of an eye, he had two more cuts on his back and fell to the ground.

"Ha, too slow!" Cao Shaoqin laughed loudly, and with two swift strokes, he stabbed Mu Renqing in the chest and legs.

"Ouch~!"

Mu Renqing fell to the ground, the green sword slipped from his hand and stuck to the side.

In that brief moment, Cao Dugong suddenly stopped, used his lightness skill to leap into the air, and flew into the air.

Ten feet away, Hongxiu was clenching her fists, bending over, and staring nervously into the room.

Cao Shaoqin sneered: "So it was the 'Heart-Sacrifice Style' that affected my heartbeat? I hate cheating the most!" With a flick of his sleeve, although it was a casual gesture, this palm strike was still powerful and sharp, full of hidden intent.

In an instant, the palm strike, carrying with it a vast expanse of yellow sand, swept towards Hongxiu.

Qiu Moyan was startled when she suddenly saw the palm coming. She knew that this palm was powerful and strong. Not to mention the little beggar, even if she herself was hit by it, she would surely die!

Without thinking twice, he quickly shoved Hongxiu aside: "Watch out!"

Hongxiu stumbled, as if suddenly waking up: "Ah, ah?!"

Even so, the palm strike suddenly accelerated, whistling past Qiu Moyan's body.

With a snap, Qiu Moyan's shoulder and arm snapped, hanging limply at her side.

With undiminished momentum, he was sent spinning into the air and crashed into Hongxiu with a bang.

Hongxiu felt a powerful force strike her, as if something was being poured into all seven orifices. She felt extremely suffocated and before she could even scream, blood was already flowing out.

With a bang, sand flew everywhere, creating a small crater.

Qiu Moyan and Hongxiu were blown into the air and landed a few feet away, their fate unknown.

"Ah! Miss Hongxiu!"

Mu Renqing's eyes were bloodshot, and he suddenly leaped up, grabbed his green sword, and charged forward madly.

Cao Shaoqin smiled and said, "So you like this little girl."

As he spoke, he flicked his longsword, knocking Mu Renqing's green sword away. With a backhand strike, he struck Mu Renqing, causing him to vomit blood and collapse to the ground.

He casually flicked the green sword onto the blade, and it spun into a round, emerald-green wheel.

Amidst the buzzing sound, Cao Shaoqin mocked Mu Renqing, "Overestimating yourself, you won't be able to avenge yourself, and you won't even be able to save the life of the person you love!"

"The world is vast, but I am the greatest. I am destiny itself!"

With a flick of his wrist, the emerald sword flew toward the little beggar with a "whoosh"!
"No!" Mu Renqing felt as if a knife was cutting into his heart, but he was unable to get up and could only shout in vain.

However, Ding An was struck by several swords and collapsed to the ground, his head and face covered in blood. His eyes were bloodshot, but he could not get up.

Jin Xiangyu lost an arm and bled profusely, his face was deathly pale, and he was on the verge of death.

Qiu Moyan was struck by several blows, suffering multiple fractures all over his body, and was unable to get up again.

The emerald sword transformed into a streak of emerald light and flew straight towards them.

Blood streamed from Hongxiu's seven orifices. She closed her eyes and sighed inwardly, "It's a pity that the cloak isn't finished yet."

The sword energy attacked like a raging tide.

At that moment, a loud "clang" resounded throughout the wilderness, its echo lingering long afterward!
With a whoosh, the emerald sword was sent flying more than ten feet away and stuck in the sand.

Everyone was startled and looked up to see that there was another person in the room.

A young man with a sharp, angular face, sword-like eyebrows, and bright eyes, wearing a black coat, held an iron cudgel horizontally.

It was Ren Shaoyang.

He helped Hongxiu up, looked at the little beggar bleeding from all seven orifices, and remained silent.

Tears mixed with blood streamed down Hongxiu's round eyes. Her lips trembled, and she burst into loud sobs: "Crippled man...it hurts so much!"

Ren Shaoyang's eyes were bloodshot, and a burning rage from his heart seemed to surge into the sky!

He glanced again at Ding An, whose face was covered in blood, and at Jin Xiangyu and Qiu Moyan, who were unconscious.

And so on
Mu Renqing: Σ(°△°|||)︴

Just then, a voice came.

"So you're Ren Shaoyang?" Cao Shaoqin walked over slowly and said casually, "So you're the one who killed Jia Ting?"

Ren Shaoyang turned his head and glanced at him sideways, then laughed angrily: "That's not all!"

"Oh?"

Ren Shaoyang said, "Chang Yanxiao, Lu Xiaochuan, Cao Tian, ​​and hundreds of foreign soldiers are waiting for you underground!"

He paused, then grinned maliciously.

"I will definitely tear you to pieces!"
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P.S.: Extra chapter! Extra chapter!
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