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

These cowards, they're dead, what more could they possibly do? I say it's good they died.”

"And that swordsman, I heard he's from the Northwest, and he's very famous."

He didn't even last one blow under Grandpa Nezha's spear before collapsing dead. LOL!

"That's the Mad Saber of the Northwest, a very famous figure in the Northwest underworld..."

"What's so famous about it? It's just that you haven't met a master yet."

"Keep your voice down. The Third Prince is a deity descended to earth and doesn't care about these things. We can't talk nonsense, or we'll get into trouble."

"That's my steamed bun..."

"Don't grab it, don't grab it! I have a steamed bun here. Go and smear some blood on it."

……

Upon hearing these words, the military officer was so angry that he saw stars.

It wasn't that I cared what these lowly people, like ants, said.

In his eyes, these people were not even human; he felt disgusted to even look at them.

He was simply furious that his subordinates were all incompetent fools.

Lin Shanze usually appears to be shrewd and capable, and his skills are quite formidable.

Unexpectedly, he was killed on the spot as soon as he set off with his troops, and his troops were routed.

What a useless piece of trash.

And then there's the Madman of the Northwest, Feng Hou, what a great reputation he has.

If it weren't for the great things he did in the Northwest back then, and his ferocious swordsmanship, which had once cleaved several martial arts masters in two, it would have been a great loss.

Thinking that this was a good knife, he spared no expense in keeping him under his command, preparing to send him to tackle some tough challenges.

The results of it.

Not a single wave was splashed.

Listen to what those peasants are saying?

It didn't stop a single shot.

Was he dozing off?

I just thought of this.

Then they saw flames shooting into the sky to the west, and shouts of battle rang out again.

"Where is that?"

"It seems to be Xiyuanqiao Hutong where Magistrate Yang lived..."

A rider behind him answered.

"Prefect Yang, Yang Wenhan, something's wrong!"

Wu Chengfa suddenly remembered something, and his face became extremely anxious. "Come with me, quickly send out the signal arrow... This time we absolutely cannot let that little thief escape."

……

Li Xin listened intently to the thunderous sound of horses' hooves coming from the street outside the door.

A hint of a smile appeared in his eyes.

"They dared to come with only eight or nine riders; they must be unparalleled warriors in battle, right?"

He carried a red-tasseled, white-shafted spear and walked towards the door with a murderous aura.

At the same time, he waved his hand and said, "Don't get too close, or you'll get hurt."

Although the eldest brother, Li Cheng, is quite capable, he hasn't fully matured yet.

I can participate in regular battles, but not for the time being, as I cannot fight against skilled opponents.

Yang Fan and the others had only just begun practicing the "turning toes" static stance of the Chuojiao School, building their foundation. They hadn't even started practicing fist and knife techniques yet, so they were of little use.

I can only run errands.

In his plan, the group of boys and girls he had gathered would form his future base.

They are also my most trusted "trust providers," and I must nurture and cultivate them well.

Just like those "gods and immortals" in ancient times, if they wanted to continue their lineage, they chose two paths: preaching and spreading their teachings.

The reasoning is actually right here.

Human memory is fleeting, and the mind is restless.

Today I can love you to the point of obsession, tomorrow I can hate you to the core.

Nothing is certain.

The only way to ensure a good harvest is to cultivate your own crops, fertilize them diligently, water them frequently, and treat them with sincerity.

Li Xin simply followed suit when others did it.

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Chapter Forty-Five: Long Horses and Long Spears, Not Slaying the Nameless

"They are nothing but petty thugs in the martial world, utterly vulnerable to the mighty horses and long spears."

"The thieves are just ahead, my men, follow me and charge!"

Nine riders galloped in, and from afar, they saw a man standing in the middle of the street.

The lanterns at the entrance of the Yang residence swayed gently in the wind. In the middle of the long street, a figure stood with a spear in hand. He was dressed in white, with a slightly thin and short build, and wore a ridiculous red and white Nezha mask on his face.

He clearly looks like a clown from a play.

However, even with his slender figure merely standing there with his spear raised, an aura of overwhelming power, like a mountain collapsing and a tsunami crashing, surged into the sky.

It was as if behind him lay an endless, raging blue sea.

They were struck by this fierce and malevolent aura.

The cavalrymen knew perfectly well that the man opposite them was their target for the night.

Although it is unknown how the other side knew that they would launch an attack in advance,

Why would they launch a preemptive ambush, causing their own forces to collapse?

But that doesn't stop him from looking down on such skilled martial artists.

With their full armor and imposing weapons, the so-called martial arts masters of the Jianghu are nothing but a joke.

Wu Chengfa, the military commander of the Southern Camp, rode ahead on his horse. With a roar, he raised his bow with his left hand and lightly stroked his shoulder with his right. Three long arrows were already fully drawn and nocked.

collapse……

The arrow leaves the bowstring, whistling sharply through the wind.

The eight longbows behind him also resounded in unison.

The nine men moved as one, their attacks swift and fierce.

The thunder of hooves and the billowing of dust... a mere handful of people somehow managed to break through the encirclement of a massive army.

"If it's a concentrated barrage of spears, I'll turn tail and run today, and flank them. But if it's just arrows, I might as well charge in."

A soft laugh rang out.

Li Xin's figure transformed into a blur as he charged forward into the rain of arrows.

The spear in his hand moved like a nimble snake, peeking out and revealing its tail at his side...

Sometimes he plucked, sometimes he knocked, making a series of "plop plop" sounds.

The arrow shot fast, and he charged fast too.

By the time the volley of arrows missed its mark, he had already charged to within seven paces of the warhorse.

"To die."

Wu Chengfa's eyes were like ice. After shooting three arrows and missing his target, he immediately abandoned his longbow. Looking at the figure rushing towards him, which he could not see clearly, his heart was filled with turmoil.

'What kind of speed is that?'

'We can't let him get close; we must use sheer speed to kill him.'

With a roar, he strained his waist and abdomen, and the three broadswords on the Victory Hook suddenly leaped up.

Arms circling, whoosh...

The wind from the blade was like tearing silk, slicing out a bright, crescent moon.

It was clear that he was about to cut that thin figure in two with a single stroke.

Unexpectedly, the figure accelerated again.

With a whoosh, he had already taken to the air.

A sliver of cold light pierced my throat.

not good.

Wu Chengfa only had time to tilt his head slightly, and his long sword changed from a diagonal slash to a reverse sweep, unleashing a fiery attack that ignited the sky.

Amidst the howling wind of the blades, the area in front of him was already empty.

The spear missed its mark at the left ear, the blade trembled, and then a tremendous force struck.

His body, along with his warhorse, stumbled three or five steps to the side, narrowly avoiding falling to the side.

Turning around in surprise, he saw two riders behind him, the riders already upright, their eyes blank as they fell backward.

One person fell from his horse, his head hitting the ground, and he lay in a pool of blood.

Another man's right foot got caught in the stirrup, and he was dragged by the warhorse... His armor scraped off the stone slabs, leaving sparks.

He touched the area around his left ear and found that his helmet had a shallow dent.

The ears were wet, clearly indicating that the eardrums had ruptured and were bleeding.

"What a fast gun."

"Form ranks and turn around."

Wu Chengfa shouted loudly, but for some reason, his voice sounded somewhat distorted.

It seemed to drift and echo from a very distant place.

This is after being shot in the head, resulting in hearing loss... If it weren't for the armor, the chances of survival would have been slim.

I heard that the other party is also skilled with firearms and has an incredibly accurate aim.

Fortunately, they had armor.

I cannot rest easy until I kill this man.

Wu Chengfa's face was ferocious and bloodthirsty. He brandished his long sword wildly and turned his horse to charge back.

Six horses crisscrossed, swords and spears raised diagonally, forming a steel jungle, whistling and slashing.

Li Xin killed two people in quick succession, then ducked down and passed under the belly of a black horse. With a backhand thrust, he pierced the neck of one of the men, and couldn't help but sigh that this group of people was indeed a bit troublesome.

Not only did it make his short gun less effective.

When the spear attacks, it can only target vital points that are not protected by armor plates.

The key point is that this white-shafted, red-tasseled spear is not well-suited for battlefield combat.

The wooden shaft was a bit soft, and the spearhead wasn't very sturdy either.

He had killed three people and pierced through the thin neck armor, and the tip of his spear was already chipped.

"Om..."

A rider beside him was galloping forward when the rider suddenly turned around, bent his waist into an arch, and thrust his spear into him with a thunderous sound.

The spearhead was sharp, sending out an arc of light the size of a bucket, accompanied by a fierce gust of wind.

Enveloping one's entire body within it.