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

I hadn't practiced with a gun these past few days, so I hadn't really experienced it firsthand. Thinking about it now, it seems Nezha was born to use a gun; using any other weapon would just be foolish.

My mind is wandering to all sorts of random thoughts.

The various spear techniques and routines performed by the video creators on Douyin Kuaijiao that I had seen in my past life flowed through my mind.

The red-tasseled spear in his hand naturally unleashed a spear flower the size of a bowl.

The sharp blades whistled, like dragons emerging from the sea, their momentum advancing, already charging into the musketeer squad.

The first move is a phoenix nod, followed by a wheel dance to the left and right, a leaping step and a backward glance, and a head turn every three steps...

The gunshot was swift and fierce.

It wasn't particularly ingenious.

There are only two words to consider: speed and accuracy.

Pfft, pfft.

More than ten musketeers did not fire a single bullet.

They were almost all killed.

……

Chapter Forty-Two: Black Poster at the Door, Unbridled and Unrestrained

The remaining fast horses and foot soldiers were terrified and fled in all directions, crying out in despair.

The archer fired several arrows, but didn't even have time to check if he had hit the target.

It cried out and rushed into the night.

Among those knife-wielders, a few were quite brave.

He charged halfway before the crimson spearhead whistled out.

Less than a second apart, the men all coughed up blood and collapsed to the ground.

The remaining seventy or eighty people erupted in a frenzy.

Some people fell while running, and some even lost their knives.

Not to mention bows and arrows.

It's difficult to remove.

They found it cumbersome and wished they could tear off their clothes and throw them away as well.

When the two officers saw Li Xin charging fiercely towards them, they trembled with fear and dared not turn around to fight back.

He just yelled at the top of his lungs, "Mad Blade, save me!"

"Master Feng, please make your move quickly."

"Useless."

A person emerged from the shadows, wearing a straw hat.

He was carrying a long knife.

Under the moonlight, the blade reflected a ghostly blue light, sending a chill down one's spine.

The man moved forward step by step, gathering his blood and accumulating power, his sharp aura growing stronger and stronger.

"I have been entrusted with this task, and I must be loyal to it. Li Xin, it is a pity that you are so young yet have such skills."

"Is that so? Please heed my advice: stay away from evil deeds and muddy waters."

"Decades of hard work, enduring cold and heat, have honed my swordsmanship; it would be too much of a waste to lose my life here."

Li Xin possessed formidable mental strength, and at this moment he could already sense that the man's aura had already locked onto him even before he drew his blade.

Even if he wasn't a Grandmaster of Internal Energy like his master, he was still a ruthless killer with swordsmanship honed to the bone, a Yi Jin level expert.

The murderous aura and ferocious energy emanating from this person were even stronger than those of the "Hanging-Eyed Tiger" encountered at the Silver Hook Gambling House.

No wonder he was so arrogant.

However, this alone is not enough to make him fearful.

During this period, his Qi and blood improved, and he managed them well, making up for his weaknesses. His Agility also improved significantly.

Even his physical constitution has improved significantly.

Compared to when he faced off against [Hanging-Eyed Tiger] Li An, he is much stronger now.

So he wasn't being sarcastic; he was just lamenting that this man had such excellent martial arts skills, which would have been great for killing foreigners.

As soon as Li Xin finished speaking...

The spear swayed slightly.

With a single lunge, he pierced the back of Captain Chang Shaokun's neck.

He stifled his scream.

Then he swung his spear horizontally again.

It has pierced through the body of Qianzong Lin Shanze once again.

The spearhead pierced through the rotten earth like a blade, its force still lingering.

At the same time, it pierced the heart of Captain Yu Wangshan.

"It's better to kill them; these useless people are just a waste of food if they're alive."

The man stepped forward, his aura reaching its peak, his eyes gleaming with sharp light. With a roar, he stomped forward and swung his sword, unleashing a crescent moon strike.

"The one who will kill you is Mad Blade Wind Marquis."

With a single slash, the man created a sandstorm that seemed to rise up in front of him.

A sharp, whistling sound vibrated in the eardrums, and the flashing blades dazzled the eyes.

It's hard to tell whether it was one cut or countless cuts.

"That's not interesting."

The blade flashed by.

He cut through Li Xin's faint, indistinct shadow.

A few tiny silver needles, inconspicuous in the darkness, tore through the air and pierced the ground.

Feng Hou, with the air of a master, finally disappeared.

"how is this possible?"

Nothing is impossible.

Without turning his head, Li Xin casually pulled out the spear blade that had pierced Feng Hou's left neck.

"You know nothing about speed."

He sighed.

I thought this "Northwest Mad Blade" would be a big surprise.

The result was that while the sword strikes were fast, they weren't particularly refined. In terms of pure speed, Li Xin, having activated the divine will of [Nezha the Third Prince], was arguably second to none.

Even if the master himself were to arrive, in terms of speed of attack and movement alone, he would have to admit a slight disadvantage.

The man before me had a needle hidden in his knife.

They thought they had succeeded.

Unexpectedly, his divine will was not firm enough, and his swordsmanship was not refined enough; he couldn't even block one of his own spears.

It's a pity he had such great skills in strengthening tendons and bones.

"Whoosh!"

Li Xin took out a black rectangular sticker from his pocket and stuck it on the face of Qianzong Lin Zeshan, who refused to close his eyes.

The sign read: "Corrupt and lawless, holding a position without performing its duties, should be executed."

He casually touched the pockets of these officials and found them empty.

Thinking to myself that they were out to fight, they certainly wouldn't be foolish enough to bring silver or treasures.

But it's okay.

You can run away from the monk, but you can't run away from the temple.

I had been eavesdropping for quite a while.

I don't know anything else, but I had heard before that this famous Northwest Mad Saber was called something like "Heroic Wind." He was sent by some military commander.

The booklet contains a record of a military officer from the Southern Camp named Tang Jinzhong.

This guy doesn't discriminate between men and women; the booklet lists five "businesses" for him, making him a key figure and one of Li Xin's kill list.

Associating with such people would make the title of "Great Hero of the Wind" undeserved; "Wild Wind Thief" would be a more fitting name.

Of course, even if you don't watch this.

Since the two sides are already enemies, they should not blame others for their lives.

……

"It only took one minute and fifty-three seconds."

Li Xin checked the remaining burst time of his [Third Prince's Divine Intent] activation.

I couldn't help but laugh at myself.

I still lack experience and was intimidated by that [Northwest Mad Saber] thing.

Nearly fifty seconds were wasted on him.

However, the nine-minute maximum burst time can now be extended to seven minutes.

Two more shows should be enough.

……

The figure was closely entwined in the darkness.

Li Xin landed silently, like a ghostly figure in the darkness.

The person in front was tall and slender, with light and agile steps.

But it didn't reach an agility of 20.

It's a little slower than Senior Sister Cheng Feiyan's movement speed.

Li Xin didn't even need to contemplate the divine will.

With her physical abilities alone, she could keep up with him until he was dead.

"A sixth-rank official, a three-courtyard mansion, very wealthy indeed. He even buys young girls to bring into his residence for his amusement every now and then. You old man, you've lived enough. You're almost sixty, why aren't you dead yet?"

Li Xin looked up at the words "Yang Residence" and followed the man in black through the side door.

He chuckled as he spoke.

They even put a black sticker on the family's front door.

[Rape, plunder, and other heinous crimes deserve to be punished.]

"Who, who is so bold as to trespass?"

An old voice shouted and cursed.

Torches appeared one after another.

A dignified-looking old man with white hair appeared, followed by a dozen or so servants carrying spears and knives.

Judging from the old man's white hair, he must be the Vice Prefect of the Capital.

He is an official.

Beside him stood a tall, elderly man with a ruddy face, a lion-like nose, and a wide mouth.

He held a shiny steel ball in each hand and spun it in his palms.