Reincarnation Girl Becomes Immortal

The martial artist cried out in pain, then bent down to clutch his chest wound and asked nervously, "Who are you two gentlemen? Why are you causing trouble at my Liang family's residence!"

"Bring out your Liang family's martial arts techniques." Xi Heng simply said.

"Transformation Realm? We're just a small tribe from the south, how could we possibly have any Transformation Realm martial arts!"

"If you don't know, then die—" Xi Heng leaned forward, and the tip of his sword flashed red.

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Chapter 59, Demons Arise from Humanity

Without wasting any more words, she bent down and thrust out her straight sword, striking out like a silver snake spitting its tongue.

The red line at the tip of the sword pierced the enemy's neck like a flying bullet, leaving a small hole from which blood spurted out. Du Feiang clutched his neck, opening his mouth as if to say something, but in the end, he could only collapse to the ground.

Several more servants followed, but they dared not come forward again, keeping a distance and watching the courtyard from a distance.

Xi Heng stepped over the corpse and continued walking forward without hesitation.

As soon as she approached, the servants and attendants who were already terrified fled in panic.

After passing through this front courtyard, and then around a stone pool surrounded by rocks, bamboo groves and small trees, the clear water of the pool is covered with ice, but you can still see carp moving below.

She encountered two or three more guards who knew some martial arts, and she severed their necks with a single sword stroke each time.

Xi Heng stopped just before reaching the largest hall of the Liang family mansion. He grabbed a young master he had caught on the street by the collar with his right hand and asked him:

"Is the so-called First Madam you mentioned inside?"

"That's right, heroine, spare me! Heroine, spare me!" The man dared not struggle anymore and could only beg for mercy in a panic.

Xi Heng suddenly raised his right hand and then threw the thing he was holding like a ball.

click-

The door shattered, and a figure crashed into the longhouse amidst screams.

The candles inside the room flickered violently, and the young master who had entered the longhouse had his head smashed onto the ground, instantly losing consciousness and being ignored by everyone.

Beneath a large table, where many wooden archways are displayed and candlesticks and white candles burn, someone slowly rises from a futon.

This man had a face full of wrinkles and was dressed in a coarse white burial shroud. A long sword hung at his waist, and his sword intent and aura were many times more profound than those of the other ordinary martial artists practicing in the courtyard.

"If my Liang family had kept half of its martial artists at home instead of joining the army, how could you two little thieves have been so arrogant and bullying us!" The First Madam turned around, her eyes filled with intense hatred.

"Give me the manual on transforming internal energy, and I'll spare your life." Xi Heng drew his sword.

The other person's eyes narrowed, and they demanded, "How did you know?"

"Say another word, and I'll wipe out your entire clan from top to bottom." The sword blade pointed in front of the enemy, leaving a red line.

"Are you descendants of the Bloodline Sword Sect?" The other party realized, and suddenly understood: "You're the ones who killed Liang Mangchen?"

Xi Heng kept his word and immediately drew his sword to attack after hearing the message.

The opponent also drew his sword to block, but Xi Heng suddenly changed his move and closed in, switching from a sword strike to a sudden kick with his left leg.

flutter--

The enemy was kicked four or five meters away, his body crashing into the long table behind him. Like a bowling ball, he knocked over the ancestral tablets, candles, and offerings on the table, which then crashed to the ground.

The lady of the Liang family did not fall backward. After regaining her balance, she raised her sword to defend herself when the enemy attacked again.

With the rapier pressed against the blade emanating black smoke, Xi Heng felt that the object he was stabbing was incredibly hard and could not be penetrated any further.

The black sword was suddenly drawn, sparks flying everywhere, and a piercing screech filled the air.

Xi Heng flicked his wrist and pointed his longsword again, and his opponent slashed at him with all his might.

The violent and malevolent aura, carrying a strong sense of destruction, made her heart tremble—Xi Heng clearly saw that although her sword could pierce the white-clad woman's neck first, she herself would also be slashed in the waist by the opponent's attack afterward.

At this moment, Xi Heng finally understood why his senior sister often said that the sword intent of sacrificing oneself is easy to die. It is because as long as you encounter a martial artist of similar strength who is also willing to risk his life, the fight will almost certainly result in mutual destruction.

Just like now, as long as she continues to thrust her sword, she will be seriously injured even if she doesn't die!

Xi Heng was unwilling to die, so he raised his straight longsword and held it to his side.

Clang——

The weapons clashed, sparks flew, and the swords rang out with a piercing sound.

Xi Heng barely managed to block the attack, his longsword trembling as if he were terrified by the black aura emanating from the enemy's sword.

Before he could regain his footing, the opponent's thick sword continued its charge toward his chest.

She had no choice but to continue blocking, as the initiative in the duel had already been ceded to her opponent.

The overwhelming evil energy surged forth, making it increasingly difficult for her to hold onto the longsword.

Both the Red Thread Sword Technique and the Annihilation Sword Technique are offensive and defensive. When these two martial arts are roughly equal, whoever gains the initiative in the attack will generally win.

However, this is not the usual situation; she is not alone.

"Senior sister, help me!" Xi Heng called out, and immediately caught sight of Senior Sister Hong Miao out of the corner of his eye.

Before she could speak, Hong Miao had already arrived behind the enemy. Upon hearing the sound, she drew her sword and stabbed the enemy in the abdomen from behind, then emerged from the front, bleeding profusely.

The surging sword techniques and intent stopped before his eyes. Xi Heng deflected the opponent's final strike and exhaled.

With my senior sister there, things became much simpler.

"Despicable..." The other person spat out blood as he spoke, and a red stain appeared on his snow-white burial shroud.

Xi Heng clicked his tongue and said, "When I was besieged by your family's martial artists before I came, why didn't you say anything despicable? Alright, where is the Transformation Realm technique? Tell me and I won't kill your other clansmen."

She struck the nerve in the other man's elbow with the hilt of her sword, and the heavy black sword slipped from his hand and fell to the ground.

After a moment of silence, the enemy finally spoke up in front of Xi Heng: "The Extinction Sword Technique only has a fragment, not enough to reach the Transformation Realm, so it's just... just left aside in the family genealogy..."

"A fragment?"

She had traveled a great distance to find the method of transforming internal energy, but still could not cultivate it, which was quite disappointing.

"Please... spare my family." After saying this, the woman couldn't catch her breath, all her strength suddenly gave way, and she collapsed, her eyes dark and unseeing in death.

"Is it just a fragment?" Xi Heng didn't care about the man's death. He sheathed his sword and asked his senior sister, "When this sword technique was taken by the Liang family, was it a fragment or the complete version?"

The senior sister simply said, "Master never showed me this sword technique, so I don't know much about its specifics."

"How come my senior sister doesn't know so many things?" Xi Heng muttered to himself.

"There's nothing I can do, I'm not some kind of extraordinary person with supernatural powers." Hong Miao waved her hand.

The girl shook her head, returned to the side of the unconscious young master of the Liang family, whom she had tossed around like a ball, and kicked him awake.

"Where is your family genealogy?" she asked.

The young man, just waking up, was confused. When he saw Xi Heng's appearance, he seemed to quickly remember something, and then suddenly became flustered.

“Home, family tree?” he answered in a trembling voice.

"Say it within five seconds." Xi Heng stomped his foot lightly, causing spiderweb-like cracks to appear on the stone slab.

"It's here! Right here! Behind the ancestral tablet, in the wooden cabinet... the table where the ancestral tablet is placed, where's the table..."

The table had fallen over, and the wooden plaques were scattered all over the ground.

"Thank you," Xi Heng replied politely.

Walking around the scattered wooden planks on the ground to the cabinet at the back, the first thing you see is the Liang family genealogy, along with a number of precious gold and jade jewelry pieces.

Xi Heng first put a few pieces of light jewelry into his money pouch, and then took out the family genealogy.

Inside the genealogy book was another book, which, when taken out, turned out to be an old book without a cover.

The book was damp, wrinkled, and yellowed; the writing on it was barely legible.

She glanced through it briefly and saw some strange and bizarre moves, or moves that were powerful and straightforward. Comparing these moves with the sword techniques used by Madam Liang earlier, she could roughly confirm that this was the Extinction Sword Technique.

"Is this the one?" Xi Heng handed it to Senior Sister Hong Miao, who had been following him, and asked her to confirm.

“It does look somewhat familiar.” Hong Miao nodded gently.

"Now that you've taken what you needed, let's go." Xi Heng left the main room, where candles were scattered all over the floor, and headed towards the courtyard gate.

The courtyard in the snow was neat and tidy, the only thing that didn't catch the eye was the corpses on the ground, still bleeding.

The delicate plum blossoms in the courtyard sway in the bitter cold, while fish swim by in the small stone pool.

Walking through the clean corridors, there were no more martial arts servants shouting and disturbing you; it was quite peaceful.

Xi Heng wrapped himself in his black robe again, lowering his hat to slightly obscure his face, making him appear even more mysterious.

A moment later, when they reached the front yard and turned around, they suddenly heard a shouting sound.

"stop!"

A soldier from Tianliang, clad in armor and wielding a long halberd, had somehow arrived in the courtyard with a large force. He slammed his halberd down, shattering the floor tiles.

Emboldened by the horde of soldiers behind him, the minor leader raised his hand and pointed directly at Xi Heng, rebuking him:

"How dare you enter General Liang's courtyard and kill someone! This is utterly lawless! Come with me to the yamen to be interrogated!"

“Lawless?” Xi Heng found the term absurd: “You Tianliang are the most lawless bunch of bastards.”

"How dare you! Seize her!" The man waved his hand, and dozens of soldiers rushed over.

Xi Heng neither fled nor hid, but charged into the soldiers' gun formation alone with his sword.

Once you step into it, a bloody storm will rage.

Her profound martial arts skills allowed her to easily overwhelm the group of weak soldiers without even using much force. Wherever she went, the rebel soldiers all ended up with broken heads and dead.

The soldiers stretched out their gun barrels, only to have them severed by the red light of the sharp blade.

Paper armor and rattan armor could not stop the sword blade, and there was no protection for her vital neck. She did not need to use any moves to deal with these soldiers, nor did she need to think at all. As long as she swung her sword at will, blood would gush out.

With a few deft strokes, the sharp blade chopped off heads one by one. Before Xi Heng could even get his fill of killing, the surrounding soldiers dared not approach.

The black robe was stained with blood, turning from pure black into a dark, bloody red.

In the cold weather, the freshly spurted blood faintly emits white steam, like a person's soul drifting about.

Xi Heng looked around and saw that the enemy had all retreated to a distance and dared not attack again.

But she still wanted to see blood, so she stomped on the stone slab, cracking it, and rushed forward again.

The soldiers dared not retaliate and could only flee in panic.

But how could they escape the martial artist's lightness skill? A red light flashed, and two or three more heads flew high into the air.

One of the soldiers collapsed to the ground, his hands clasped together in a panicked plea for mercy. Before he could utter a few words, a flash of sword light pierced through his head and down to his lower body.

After killing all of them, Xi Heng turned around and saw even more rebel soldiers, whose equipment looked better, running in formation.

Those few dozen ragtag soldiers were no match for the hundreds of well-dressed, roughly arrayed rebel soldiers.

Some carried shields and knives, while others wielded spears and lances. Facing Xi Heng, who was covered in blood and resembled a god of death, they formed a shield and spear formation to counter the martial artists at a loud command.

"Junior sister, it's time to go," Hong Miao reminded her from behind.

She saw dozens of meters away that there were many rebel soldiers holding bows and crossbows, which were the most threatening weapons to martial artists.

"Where are we going?" Xi Heng casually offered a reason for his impending carnage:

"These rebels and treacherous troops are bullying the people of my Great Zhao. As the princess of Great Zhao, how can I not kill them?"

Soldiers wielding sturdy shields slammed their massive shields into the ground with a resounding thud, like the beating of war drums.

The spearmen braced their spears behind their shields, while the crossbowmen and archers stood at a distance, advancing step by step toward Xi Heng.

The Liang army has not yet reached its full strength in the past hundred days; soldiers are still on their way.

As the front-end array approached step by step, Xi Heng did not retreat even half a step, but instead went straight to meet it head-on.

She strode across the area, the cold wind making her black robe rustle and blowing her straw hat away, her long black hair scattering in the wind.

First came a volley of rather inaccurate arrows; only three or four of the dozens of arrows seemed about to hit her, but she simply spun around and dodged them all.

Whether it's crossbow bolts or bow arrows, as long as she's not entangled, she can easily dodge them.

He stepped forward again with his toes, and kicked forward with his right foot, which slammed into the large shield in front of him. His blood and qi surged, and a thousand pounds of force roared out with this kick.

The movement of muscles and bones within the skin and flesh instantly amplified the power of the attack several times over.

The thick shield was struck with a loud bang, and the next second it was knocked back several meters as if it had been smashed by a charging bison.

Seeing a gap in the formation, Xi Heng instantly entered it, his red sword energy sweeping across the armor and penetrating the human body.