Martial Arts Crossover: It All Started with Hijacking Li Canghai

Upon hearing the woman's voice, Bi Shouxuan's expression changed. He straightened up, leaning against a tree trunk, and looked at the convoy approaching from the front.

The wheels sank into the mud, leaving large ruts, indicating that something heavy was being transported.

A dim, yellow lantern hung from the shaft of the first carriage, and beneath it sat a ragged, weathered man.

He paused his gaze on the man for a moment and carefully sensed him, but he didn't feel any fluctuations of true energy. He was just an ordinary coachman.

The tightness in Bi Shouxuan's chest eased somewhat.

Looking past the coachman and across the back, fourteen guards armed with knives emerged from behind the caravan; each one was lean and muscular.

These men moved steadily, at the level of ordinary martial artists, and posed little threat.

The woman who spoke soon appeared, her figure outlined in a dark purple outfit, with a silver whip tied around her waist and her right hand casually resting on the handle.

Su Quan reined in the horse, which snorted in place.

With such a grand spectacle in Chengdu tonight, she had barely arrived outside the city when someone reported that a fight had broken out at the Prince of Qin's residence, with the sounds of swords and fire audible even through the city walls.

She didn't rush into the city with half of the gold and silver she had taken. Instead, just in case, she led her caravan to set up a trap in the woods on the outskirts of the city.

Surprisingly, some people actually managed to escape.

Su Quan recounted the old man's background in detail, her tone playful, after all, he was a grandmaster she had once looked up to.

"Bi Shouxuan... Elder of the Yin Gui Sect... One of the eight great masters of the Demonic Sect... Running around in such a hurry in the middle of the night with blood on your body... Are you afraid my lord will keep you for a midnight snack?"

Bi Shouxuan's expression changed several times. This woman recognized him?!

He quickly went through the strength of the people around him in his mind. The guards were only first- or second-rate, and the woman wielding the whip was not even a grandmaster.

As for the coachman who didn't even have any internal energy, he didn't even look at him.

Even though he is seriously injured now, it wouldn't be too difficult for him to deal with these third-rate characters.

Pi Shouxuan raised his right palm, and the remaining Xuan Yin True Qi flowed continuously in his palm. The True Qi quickly condensed into a purplish-black vortex.

"You dare block my path knowing my name? You're courting death!"

Seeing that he still had the strength to resist, Su Quan's smile didn't diminish at all. She simply pulled the reins back half a step.

"Aji".

As the name was spoken, a sigh drifted over. The sigh was clearly not imbued with any true energy, yet it could be clearly heard by everyone.

Pi Shouxuan felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. It was that coachman!

I misjudged him!

The lantern on the shaft swayed in the night wind, and the coachman, who had been pretending to be lazy, slowly stood up.

He got up slowly, his shoulders drooping, and his whole body exuded a sense of exhaustion.

But when he stood up straight with his back straight, a sharp sword aura burst forth from his slightly tired body.

Pi Shouxuan's pupils instantly shrank to the size of a pinhead!

Xie Xiaofeng reached for something to the side, a piece of peach wood sword that he had casually broken and whittled off on the road.

The surface still retains its original grain, and there are no decorations on the rough wood.

"well……"

A sigh.

"It's been a long time since I've killed anyone..."

He genuinely didn't want to work; he just wanted to drift through life as an ordinary farmer.

However, Qin Han knew the whereabouts of his biological daughter and son, so he had no choice but to take action.

Pi Shouxuan stared at the inconspicuous wooden sword, his throat dry and unable to utter a sound. The purplish-black Xuan Yin True Qi in his palm twisted uncontrollably.

The true energy at the center dispersed and dissipated into several messy, weak wisps of air.

His lips trembled uncontrollably, clearly recognizing the man holding the wooden sword.

There was no other middle-aged swordsman in the world who could unleash such fierce sword intent from a piece of broken wood, but his mind was in complete chaos and he couldn't figure out the reason.

Wasn't this person already dead?

He absolutely shouldn't be here. How could someone who disappeared from the martial arts world for twenty years be alive and here again?!

Xie Xiaofeng noticed something unusual about the old man.

"You recognize me?"

Pi Shouxuan's legs went numb, and he stood stiffly in place, unable to move. Memories in his mind were brought back to mind.

Twenty years ago, Xie Xiaofeng of Shenjian Villa made his first appearance, and at that time, he overwhelmed all the swordsmen in the world.

His most famous battle was when he was 27 years old and challenged the 65-year-old Sword Saint Feng Qingyang. At that time, Xie Xiaofeng was a Grandmaster and faced Feng Qingyang, who was a Great Grandmaster.

In the end, Feng Qingyang, who was proficient in the Dugu Nine Swords, naturally won.

The Sword Saint once frankly admitted that if they were of equal skill level, he would not be a match for Xie Xiaofeng.

Later, for reasons unknown, news spread from Shenjian Villa that Xie Xiaofeng had failed to break through to the Grandmaster level and was dead.

Now, this once dangerous figure was standing alive less than ten steps in front of him, holding only a common peach wood sword in his hand.

You're telling me this person is dead?!

Damn Divine Sword Manor, they're spreading false information!

Bi Shouxuan finally gritted his teeth and squeezed out the name from his dry throat.

"Thank...Xie Xiaofeng!!"

Xie Xiaofeng didn't say anything; his only response was to slowly raise the wooden sword a few inches.

The two were at least five zhang apart, but Bi Shouxuan felt an invisible and intangible cold sword blade pressed against his skin.

The real stinging sensation caused cold sweat to pour down his forehead.

Pi Shouxuan's withered, loose muscles twitched uncontrollably due to extreme fear.

"Xie Xiaofeng... I... I have no grudge against you... My involvement with the Qin Prince's Mansion is just a misunderstanding, please spare my life..."