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There are no fancy tricks; everything is direct and deadly.

Faced with Zhao Zhenlong rushing towards him, Jiang Xuan's eyes narrowed slightly, and all the muscles in his body suddenly tensed up.

After all, his current strength is only that of a fourth-rank martial artist.

Therefore, we must not be careless.

Jiang Xuan kicked the longsword that had been knocked to the ground with force at this moment.

He gripped the hilt of the Red Dragon's sword, and at the same time, the scabbard flew out with a whoosh.

Faced with the sword sheath that suddenly flew straight at his face, Zhao Zhenlong subconsciously tilted his head, and at the same time, he slashed horizontally at Jiang Xuan with his long sword.

Jiang Xuan suddenly dropped to the ground, dodging the long sword.

At the same time, he quickly twisted his body and stabbed at Zhao Zhenlong on his right.

Zhao Zhenlong, as expected of someone who had been trained on the battlefield, reacted very quickly.

He quickly parried with his long sword, but at that moment, he suddenly realized that he was facing Jiang Xuan.

Laughed.

Chapter Seventeen: One Kills Three, Crimson Dragon's Favorite Sword

The moment Zhao Zhenlong saw that smile, two words suddenly came to mind.

Finished!

That's right, just those two words.

Even though he thought that way, Zhao Zhenlong couldn't give up.

He was still young, and he didn't want to die.

That's how it is on the battlefield—a scene of flashing swords and flying blood and flesh. You can't even imagine the passage of time; you don't know whether it's fast or slow.

Because at that time, you will only have one thought in your mind.

kill!

Kill them.

Only by killing can we survive.

Only by killing the enemy can we survive!

That's why some people feel that time is long, because every minute and every second, you are watching those people die.

Of course, some people feel that it's fleeting, and after it's over, they're left standing there all alone.

Seeing the people around me, even though I don't know them and we're speechless, is enough because they're family.

At this moment, Zhao Zhenlong's mind was just like it had been on the battlefield.

When they win, they often become bloodthirsty.

One, a knife.

They chased him for two miles.

From Penglai East Road, we drove all the way to Penglai West Road.

Without blinking an eye.

When you are in a weak position, or when you know from the beginning that you are doomed to lose.

He felt that time was taking a long time, and wondered why it hadn't arrived yet.

Why haven't you left yet?

Why am I still alive?

No, I want to live.

This must be what they mean by "the revolving lantern" for the dead.

Bang!

Wang Haiyang, who was originally squatting on the ground, stood up in shock at this moment.

It should be noted that Zhao Zhenlong was a first-grade Vajra Realm expert, while Jiang Xuan was only a fourth-grade martial artist.

why?

Why did a flash of light appear just a moment ago when Jiang Xuan unleashed a pressure from the Finger Profound Realm?

Zhao Zhenlong coughed up a mouthful of blood.

He planted his long sword on the ground, reached down to touch the blood on his waist, and his face turned deathly pale.

"You... have grasped the essence of swordsmanship?"

Before Jiang Xuan could speak, Zhao Zhenlong swayed and then collapsed to the ground.

Jiang Xuan didn't even look at him. Holding the red dragon in his hand, he moved swiftly and instantly appeared between Xu Yang and Wang Haiyang.

Although the two were only second-grade minor masters, their reactions were quite quick.

Xu Yang didn't have time to draw his sword, but the scabbard suddenly thrust forward.

Wang Haiyang, who was not tall, reached out with one hand in a claw shape towards Jiang Xuan's lower abdomen.

Jiang Xuan slightly bent over, while the red dragon swept across from left to right.

Ok?

At this moment, Xu Yang and Wang Haiyang were shocked and couldn't help but think to themselves.

Is Jiang Xuan trying to trade injuries for injuries?

But because the two were a beat too slow in their attacks, they ended up exchanging injuries?

It must have been an exchange of injury for life.

Jiang Xuan gave them no chance to hesitate; now the two of them only had two choices.

One option is to continue and exchange injuries with Jiang Xuan.

I might not die, but I'm sure I'll feel terrible.

Second, there is Wang Haiyang's choice.

run!

do not fight!

Damn it, all the Vajra Realm experts are dead, and I'm just a minor grandmaster.

Why risk your life for such a small amount of money?

The instant Wang Haiyang thought of this, he twisted his foot on the ground and instantly retreated.

At this moment, Xu Yang's white robe had been stained red.

As for Wang Haiyang...

Jiang Xuan touched Xu Yang's sword with his toe, and saw the longsword fly past in a flash of cold light.

"what!"

Wang Haiyang died.

Jiang Xuan looked at the corpses of the several people and then couldn't help but shake his head.

These people are actually quite strong, and if they all attacked together, he would be in a lot of trouble.

There is even a risk of injury.

However, Zhao Zhenlong underestimated himself; he was too arrogant.

This may also be a disadvantage for those who have come from the battlefield when facing swordsmen from the martial arts world.

After all, the battlefield is a huge meat grinder, and what matters most is the momentum.

Being observant and attentive is a basic skill.

Most battles in the martial arts world are one-on-one or one-on-several.

In a battle fought within a small space, all you need to do is focus intently on the enemy in front of you.

This is different.

Thinking of this, Jiang Xuan remembered that he had also obtained battlefield combat techniques.

As for Xu Yang and Wang Haiyang, their issue is purely one of cooperation.

If they really had the guts to fight me, even though they would die in the end, I wouldn't be completely unharmed.

When two armies meet on a narrow path, the brave will prevail. If he doesn't even dare to draw his sword, who will die if he doesn't?

Jiang Xuan sheathed the Crimson Dragon Sword. He glanced at the blade; there was no blood on it, and it gleamed with a faint, cold light under the sunlight.

What a sword!

It truly deserves to be called the second-best talisman sword in Taoism.

Thinking this, he immediately put away the Crimson Dragon Sword and walked straight towards the house.

As for the three corpses lying on the ground?

He doesn't care.

Let whoever wants to tidy up do it.

Upon opening the door, a delicate and refreshing fragrance wafted out.

Jiang Xuan rubbed his nose and felt fine.

It wasn't that fragrant, but it gave me a sense of peace.

Moreover, looking into the room, it's quite simple.

There were some books, toiletries, a table, a wardrobe, a bed, and of course, a Go set.

Yes, the wardrobe is full of white robes from the Shangyin Academy.