Sharpening the Sword, Killing

Zhong Xuan slowly drew his long sword from his waist and glanced behind him.

Sure enough, another lean man carrying a large knife came out with a sinister grin and blocked his way.

"You discovered us brothers a long time ago?"

Scarface was somewhat surprised to see that Zhong Xuan was not flustered.

There was not a trace of fear on the old man's face.

"Could it be that he's not the only one?"

Scarface cautiously scanned his surroundings, only breathing a sigh of relief after confirming that no one was around.

But then he felt provoked, and anger rose in his heart, making the scar on his face appear even more ferocious.

He was annoyed that he had been fooled by an old man.

"How dare you mock me! I'll take your life and offer it as a sacrifice to the Dragon King!"

Hearing the scarred man's words, Zhong Xuan showed no sign of panic.

"People from the Sand Gang?"

Having confirmed the other party's identity, I already had a vague guess in my mind.

In fact, he had already sensed something was off about the two men when they were on the official road.

It wasn't just because of the way they looked at him, but also because both of them were too pale.

Anyone who has been through the martial arts world knows that there is no chance of living a life of ease and comfort. Under the wind and sun, everyone is tanned dark, so these two must be minor leaders in some gang, disguised as wandering knights.

After practicing his breathing technique, his five senses became much sharper than before. With his deliberate attention, it was not difficult for him to notice the two people in front of him.

Before he could finish speaking...

With a clang, Scarface drew the long sword hanging at his waist and strode forward, its gleaming cold light reflecting in Zhong Xuan's pupils.

In the blink of an eye.

He had already rushed to within a zhang of Zhong Xuan, and could even feel the strong wind carried by the long sword on his face.

"die!"

The scarred man's lips curled into a cruel smile.

In his view, Zhong Xuan, an old man in his sixties, couldn't even withstand his blow.

"So you're just a skin-training martial artist? You really think too highly of me."

The burly man's domineering brute strength was something that ordinary people could not match.

He is undoubtedly a warrior.

In the blink of an eye.

Zhong Xuan lightly flicked his long sword, without any fancy movements.

It's just the simplest point in swordsmanship.

The sword tip struck the back of the longsword precisely, causing the blade to tremble violently, the tremors spreading from the back of the blade to the hilt.

Scarface felt as if he were holding not a long sword, but a struggling python, and he almost dropped it.

"How is that possible?"

But he didn't even have time to react.

Zhong Xuan's second sword strike followed immediately.

pick!

The sword strike that was about to land was flicked upwards by Zhong Xuan's wrist.

Pfft...

Terror filled the scarred man's eyes as he looked down and saw that the sword had pierced his throat.

"Hmm..."

He tried to speak, but the surging blood blocked his throat, and the intense feeling of suffocation made his pupils dilate...and spread.

He didn't even understand how he was killed until his death.

呲!

Zhong Xuan drew his longsword, leaving a trail of crimson blood.

This sword is not yet sharpened; it is perfect to use human bone to sharpen it!

It's too late to say.

Zhong Xuan killed Scarface in the blink of an eye.

The lean man who had originally intended to attack from behind was terrified when he saw this scene and turned to run away.

Zhong Xuan would certainly not let it go.

With the crane bone in his body, his movement technique was already extremely fast.

He caught up with the lean man in just a moment.

puff.

The longsword pierced the lean man's shoulder bone, and the excruciating pain made his legs buckle, causing him to collapse to the ground.

"No...please don't kill me."

The lean man stared in terror at Zhong Xuan, who was approaching with his sword drawn, the tip of which was still dripping blood.

The drops fell on the withered leaves.

In the eyes of the lean man, Zhong Xuan was now more powerful than a demon.

Zhong Xuan spoke coldly, his face expressionless: "Speak, who sent me to kill you?"

The lean man knelt down and kowtowed repeatedly, saying as he did so:

"The Sha Gang needs a living person to perform the Dragon King sacrifice. That bastard Ma Lao Er said that since you have no wife or children, no one will care if you die, so he sent us two brothers to arrest you."

Under the threat of death, the lean man dared not show any backbone and confessed everything in detail.

"Offer sacrifices to the Dragon King..."

A flash of understanding crossed Zhong Xuan's eyes.

From Ma San to Lao Sun Tou, and then to the people who have mysteriously disappeared in Xiahe Village these days, the source has been found.

Perhaps it was precisely because he was all alone that he was targeted.

"Ma Lao Er..."

A murderous intent surged within Zhong Xuan.

"Sir... I've told you everything I know, please let me go. I'll leave Baisha County today and I promise I won't bother you again."

The lean man was genuinely scared.

But Zhong Xuan simply said calmly, "When did I say I was going to let you go?"

"you......"

Before he could even speak, the lean man felt a burning sensation in his throat and lowered his head.

The longsword had already pierced his neck.

Suddenly everything went black, and all hope of survival was lost.

After killing the lean man, Zhong Xuan dug a bucket of pig manure from the nearby woods and poured it on the corpse.

Having lived for so many years, he certainly knew that the bacteria in feces could accelerate the decomposition of a corpse, so even if the Sand Gang found this place, they wouldn't be able to find any clues.

As for why pig manure was hidden there... it's because this was originally the burial site he had chosen for the Ma brothers.

After burying the two men with withered grass, Zhong Xuan drew his sword and ran towards another part of the forest.

......

......

"You killed my brother, I'll take your life!"

A corner of the mountains and forests.

Ma Lao Er was pacing back and forth, waiting for news from the two members of the Sha Gang.

His elder brother and Ma Lei only told him not to kill Zhong Xuan, but they didn't say he couldn't kill anyone from the Sha Gang.

Hu Liu came to him today, saying that they were still missing one living person, so Ma Lao Er simply pushed Zhong Xuan out.

"This is called, this is called, this is called using someone else to do the dirty work!"

"Yes, it's about using someone else to do the dirty work."

Ma Lao Er was secretly pleased with himself.

But the smile on his lips froze instantly before it could even form.

"Zhong... Old Man Zhong?!"

An old man was seen walking forward, his face and sword stained with blood.

Ma Lao Er was utterly shocked, completely bewildered by what had happened.

"He actually killed both of those brothers?!"

"When did Old Man Zhong acquire such great abilities?"

But he had no mind to investigate further. The smell of blood on Zhong Xuan had seeped into his bones through his nose, making him shiver with cold.

He retreated several steps.

Ma Lao Er forced a smile and was about to speak.

But Zhong Xuan had no intention of listening at all.

The unsharpened sword is changed from slashing to smashing; the first strike is called "Bone Breaking and Tendon Fractured."

"ah......"

Ma Lao Er's screams echoed through the woods.

For the sake of secrecy, he deliberately chose this forest far away from Xiaohe Village, but now he is truly in a situation where no one will answer even if he shouts at the top of his lungs.

Regret, resentment...

Ten breaths later, Ma Lao Er lay in the forest like a lump of soft mud, completely still, and was beyond dead.

Zhong Xuan squatted down and, just like the two from the Sha Gang before him, thoroughly cleaned the valuables off the corpse.

Then, like a ghost, they silently made their way to the place where the Ma family lived in Xiahe Village.

Now that we've taken action, we must nip it in the bud!