Terrifying Heavens: I'll directly worship the Black Law of Fengdu!

Chapter 145 A 1.4-meter-long sword
During this period, ordinary people were very poor, and only wealthy families could afford to use horse-drawn carriages. Therefore, when people saw a horse, they were all people who dared not mess with it, especially people like Scarface and his gang who made a living by cheating, swindling, and stealing.

They immediately stopped the oxcart on the side of the road, making as much room as possible for the main road.

Scarface tore at the flatbread in his hand with his yellow teeth, staring at the carriage with a cold glint in his eyes. He muttered in a low voice, "Damn it, if I ever become a mountain king, all of us brothers will be armed with muskets, find a secluded place, and rob any rich man like him we see."

Just then, the carriage suddenly stopped beside them...

Scarface was taken aback, thinking that he had been overheard.

He quickly bowed his head, put down the flatbread, clasped his hands in a fist and said, "Sir, I was just talking nonsense, please don't take it to heart."

The second brother, sitting next to him, suddenly spoke up: "Big brother, why isn't there a driver for this carriage?"

Scarface looked up and, sure enough, there was no coachman; the horse had just come galloping over.

Could it be an out-of-control empty car?

His mind immediately started working. Such a decent carriage was worth at least two hundred taels of silver, which was much more profitable than those lame and crippled beasts.

Just then, a voice came from inside the carriage: "Where did you kids come from?"

Scarface's heart skipped a beat. Were there really so many kind-hearted people around lately?
He suppressed his anxiety and said, "Two are from the south, and three are from the north. Their origins are uncertain; they come from wherever they end up. Is this gentleman a government official?"

The voice inside the carriage said, "Cutting flesh and mutilating the body is wrong, do you know that?"

Upon hearing this, the second brother, sitting on the cart, had a murderous glint in his eyes. He reached for the cart with his right hand, but Scarface grabbed him and pulled a money bag from his waist. He then raised it with a grin and said, "Sir, we already paid our respects to the dock when we arrived, but we haven't had a chance to pay our respects to the real dragon yet. Please forgive us."

As he spoke, he tossed the money bag toward the curtain hanging down by the car window. The curtain swayed, revealing the figure of the person sitting inside.

"It's you!"

Scarface's eyes widened, and he grabbed a machete with his right hand, shouting, "That fake foreign devil is here! We have no choice but to leave him here today!"

Encountering a powerful man by chance and being chased by him are two completely different things.

The latter is a fight to the death.

A glint of cold light shone through the car window curtain, piercing the scarred man's brow before being withdrawn...

Scarface sat there blankly, holding a machete, a little blood oozing from the diamond-shaped wound between his eyebrows. He lay motionless on the cart, his eyes wide open, clearly dead before he could even react.

The second brother, regaining his senses and filled with terror, grabbed a machete and jumped off the car, yelling, "You son of a bitch, you're playing dirty tricks!"

The other two men also jumped off the carriage, wielding machetes and surrounding it, but dared not make a move rashly, searching for an opening to strike and kill...

The car door curtain was lifted, and a figure darted out. A 1.4-meter-long flash of cold light drew a circle in the air. The second and third brothers couldn't dodge in time, and their chests were cut open. Blood splattered like a fountain. They lay on the ground without even the strength to howl. They twitched a couple of times and died.

Li Xuan held the Miao sword, gently flicking away the blood from the blade. He breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that people with high martial arts skills like Master Jiang and Tang Long were not ordinary people. These human traffickers were just ordinary people.

He had preconceived notions about the Maoshan master and his four disciples, as well as Master Jiang and Tang Long, in the movie, and unintentionally exaggerated the average martial arts level of this world.

Seeing that the eldest to the third brother were all dead in just a few breaths, the fourth trafficker felt breathless, his legs trembled like leaves, and tears were about to fall. He immediately knelt down and said in a sobbing voice, "Master, your martial arts are superb. We brothers were blind to your greatness. Please, Master, let us go as if we were nothing." Chen Asi also crawled out of the carriage. Although he was somewhat afraid of this scene, he also gripped a long knife tightly in his hand and tried to glare at the trafficker with a fierce expression.

He couldn't let Master Li lose face.

Li Xuan gently raised his Miao sword and slowly walked towards the fourth son, saying, "Are there any other children?"

The fourth brother kowtowed repeatedly on the ground, saying, "No, that's all. We're travelers, we don't have a fixed place. If we have good goods, we'll sell them to brothels and childless people. If the goods aren't good, we'll break their arms and legs and make them beg for a pitiful reward! Master, I don't know anything, I was forced by my eldest brother. You can take all the money, you can take the children, just please let me go..."

Li Xuan said, "If there's another child, I'll consider lenient off you for each additional one."

The fourth brother didn't dare to look up and said, "Really, no."

He sensed the approaching threat of death, lunged backward, dragged a little girl off the wooden plank, held a machete to her neck, and screamed menacingly, "Fuck your mother! This damn world is full of evil people, what are you pretending to be a good person for? Why are you judging me! If you won't let me live, then I'll make her die with me!"

Li Xuan stopped, stuck his Miao sword into the front of the oxcart, and said, "Put the sword down."

Seeing this, the fourth brother slowly walked forward, holding the little girl to his cleaver, intending to take the Miao sword. Suddenly, he noticed a long-handled black box in Li Xuan's hand and wondered what it was...

He seemed to have seen those foreigners at the dock carrying muskets on their waists!
boom! ! !
Smoke billowed out with the sound of gunfire!

The fourth brother had a hole between his eyebrows. He took a few steps back and tried to grab the little girl with his left hand, but his strength was drained away like a flood, and he fell to the ground and never moved again.

Marksmanship is also a form of art.

Li Xuan put away the pistol, drew his Miao sword, wiped away the bloodstains with a tissue, sprayed some conditioner, and then inserted it into the purplish-red gourd to store it...

This scene left Chen Asi dumbfounded. He had seen sword swallowing performances in the martial arts world, but those were all extendable swords, just illusions, and could not actually kill people. Unlike Master Li Che, who had a long sword that was almost as tall as a person, and could put it away immediately after killing someone.

Immortal magic!

This is divine magic!

Chen Asi felt a surge of warmth in his heart, believing that his kindness had moved Heaven and that he had encountered a true master to help him.

He longed to go home. What could the bandits outside Fukang County do? Could they possibly be more powerful than Master Li Che's divine magic?
Li Xuan felt the awe in Chen Asi's eyes, but instead of explaining, he simply said, "Remove the cart from the ox..."

Chen Asi did as instructed.

The old ox, now freed from its restraints, stood still and did not wander off.

Li Xuan walked over, looked at them, and said, "Go deep into the mountains, avoid the crowds, and live out your life in the mountains."

The two old oxen opened their eyes wide, turned their heads in Li Xuan's direction, and made a humming sound before slowly walking towards the dense forest...

This is the technique of gathering beasts among the seventy-two arts. It allows one to communicate with beasts, disperse or gather them, and also to command them to do certain things. It is a rudimentary technique among the arts.

He acquired the Seventy-Two Arts and learned them all in a superficial way, but he only scratched the surface of them. Only through continuous research and application could he make rapid progress.

(End of this chapter)