Han Fengqiu was also feeling chilly. When he saw Hu Xin coming towards him, he almost blurted out, "Don't touch me."
But after all, he is a master who has been practicing for many years, and his mind has already been extremely determined, so he knows not to panic at this time.
The long sword in his hand turned into a sword energy and struck at the key point on Zu An's body. If the opponent did not give up chasing Hu Xin, he would definitely be severely injured by this sword.
As long as Hu Xin is rescued, even though the guy's front paws were cut off, he is still a top ninth-grade expert, and the two of them can still fight together.
Seeing the sharp sword flying towards him, Zu An took a step forward, as if that step spanned time and space and appeared directly in front of Hu Xin. In his disbelieving eyes, he directly cut off his tiger head with a sword.
It was chopped off.
Zu An's face was as dark as water: "This sword is for killing the thirty-six innocent souls of Murakami."
At this time, Han Fengqiu's long sword arrived quickly, and Zu An flicked the flying sword aside.
Han Fengqiu summoned Feijian back to him, his face looking very ugly.
He never expected that Zu An's cultivation level would be so high that he would kill a master of the same level right under his nose.
The other dead soldiers in the field are also very scared. Although they are not afraid of death, they often only do so against enemies with a small gap. If the two sides are very different, if they are not afraid, they will simply die.
Seeing that Zu An's attention was focused on Han Fengqiu, a group of people hurriedly fled outside.
Han Fengqiu's face turned cold, and the flying sword in his hand turned into a ray of cold light, moving directly through the crowd, exploding clouds of blood mist. In the blink of an eye, none of these dead soldiers survived.
Zu An frowned: "Kill even your own people?"
Han Fengqiu sneered: "If you escape from the battlefield, you must be killed according to the law!"
"You don't seem as scared as you were just now?" Zu An was a little surprised. The opponent's momentum was getting stronger and stronger, and it was growing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Why are you afraid? The reason why you killed Hu Xin so easily just now is mainly because his innate skills were just restrained by you. You should have some mental attack skills. In addition, Hu Xin was scared to death because of his weird movement skills.
You just took advantage of me."
Han Fengqiu analyzed that as one of the major ministers under the command of Prince Qi, and this time he went out to escort the crown prince, the Prince of Qi naturally gave him many magic weapons.
For example, the heart-protecting mirror that just saved his life, and a jade pendant designed to deal with mental attacks.
So when he wanted to understand how Zu An defeated Hu Xin just now, he calmed down.
As a top swordsman, he has enough confidence in his swordsmanship.
Moreover, the name of his sword is the Abelo Sword, and it has a demonic nature in it. In the past, I had been suppressing it due to concerns about its influence and did not dare to let it show out.
Nowadays, life and death fights naturally don't have so many scruples. The reason why he flew his sword to kill those dead soldiers just now was not to enforce military law, but to let the Abelo Sword drink the blood of the master.
The higher the cultivation level of the person you kill and the more blood you drink, the more powerful the sword will be.
Zu An obviously also noticed this sword that was gradually glowing red: "I see, you have to kill many people over the years to refine it to this point."
He has been in this world for a long time, and has seen many vicious cultivation methods, so he can guess the state of this sword at a glance.
Han Fengqiu said proudly: "It is the natural law of the world that the weak eat the strong. It is their honor to be the nourishment for my Abelo sword."
"And you will be the 1000th master to die under the Abelo Sword. Your cultivation and your blood are enough to completely sublimate him. In the future, I will not be afraid even if I face a grandmaster, hahahaha."
As soon as he finished speaking, he waved the sword in his hand, transforming into countless sword energy and shooting towards Zu'an.
The magic power of Abelo's sword can distort the enemy's eyes and confuse their minds. The other people's swords merged into one and blended into the sky-filled sword light. He was confident that he could severely injure the opponent with one move.
The strength shown by the other party was really surprising. Last time in the capital, he thought that Zu An was just opportunistic and it would be easy for him to take his life.
How long had passed before he could no longer see through the other party.
If Zu An is given more time to grow up and wait until the next time they meet, will he still be pressed to the ground and rubbed by him?
Thinking of this, he no longer showed any mercy and must nip it in the bud with this blow.
However, his eyes suddenly widened because he noticed a stronger and sharper sword energy descending from the sky and covering his whole body.
When his own sword energy met the sword energy falling from the sky, it was like the lingering snow meeting the scorching sun, which quickly dissipated.
At this moment, he noticed Zu An attacking with his sword.
He was not surprised but happy because he was at a disadvantage in the swordsmanship competition, but if it was a head-to-head confrontation with the sword in his hand, he would have a huge advantage.
The Abelo Sword is a heaven-level sword. It has just drunk blood and its condition has reached its peak. It can be said that it can cut iron like clay.
"There is a road to heaven but if you don't follow it, there is no door to hell and you just barge in!" Han Fengqiu laughed evilly and struck directly with his sword.
Click!
There was a crisp sound, the smile on Han Fengqiu's face had not disappeared, and his eyes were filled with astonishment.
He looked at the Abelo sword that only had half left in his hand, and then looked down at the sword blade inserted into the hole in his chest, with a look of disbelief on his face.
"Are you worthy of using a sword?"
Zu An slowly drew back the Tai'a sword.
Han Fengqiu was angry and anxious, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and he fell to the ground slumped.
Although the opponent's sword did not kill him, it destroyed most of his cultivation. The remaining cultivation was only enough to survive such a serious injury.
"How is it possible? Is your sword of immortal level?" He stared at the simple long sword in the opponent's hand, never expecting that his Abelo sword would be broken.
"I ask, you answer." Zu An was not interested in answering his question, but asked directly, "Where is Zhao Zhi?"
Han Fengqiu turned his face to one side and expressed his attitude with silence.
Zu An sneered: "Oh, do you still want to pretend to be tough? Do you think I don't know how to torture people?"
"If I fall into your hands, my entire cultivation will be ruined. If I want to kill him, I will kill him. There is so much nonsense." Han Fengqiu's heart was filled with despair, and naturally he was not afraid of death.
Zu An said calmly: "You should know that there are many things more terrifying than death in this world." After saying that, he put the Tai'a sword on his finger and started making gestures.
Han Fengqiu's eyelids twitched, but she still said bravely: "Do you want to chop off my fingers? Anyway, I am a disabled person now. It doesn't matter whether I have fingers or not. Just chop them off! I won't even chop them off one by one.
Frown your brows!”
"Chop it off one by one, you think so!" Zu An smiled, "There is a saying in my hometown to describe a bully, that is, when he passes by, he will slap the ears of dogs, and when he sees earthworms, he will cut them in half vertically. I have always been very fond of it.
I'm curious about his vertical cutting technique. Why don't you try it with your fingers today? Don't worry, in addition to ten fingers, you also have ten toes. I can try it slowly and see if you can persist until the end.
A few."
As he spoke, he raised his fingers up, and then used the sword's edge to cut the front of his fingers.
Han Fengqiu's scalp was really numb when he heard it. If his finger was chopped off, it would only hurt once and be over. But this one, cutting his finger vertically, made him want to live in pain just thinking about it.
The key is that he knows very well that even if he can support the first few fingers with great perseverance, he will still collapse later. In the end, he still has to say, why should he suffer that kind of physical pain?
Thinking of this, he sighed resignedly: "You win, I say."
Zu An looked at him coldly, but did not take back the sword.
Han Fengqiu had no choice but to say hurriedly: "The matter here is over, the prince has returned early."
"Leaving so early?" Zu An didn't believe it.
"The bitter cold in Yunzhong County is not as prosperous as the capital city. In addition, it is located on the border and is extremely chaotic. Naturally, the prince does not want to stay longer."
"Is it okay to get rid of Jian Taiding and the Pegasus Chamber of Commerce?" Zu An frowned, "What exactly are your plans!"
This chapter has been completed!