Martial Arts: The Secret Villain Starting from Huashan

His eyes were calm and determined. He swung the Blood Shadow Sword in his hand lightly without any hesitation. The tip of the sword drew a graceful arc in the air. As fast as lightning, he accurately found the fatal weaknesses of the two killers.

"Puff-puff-"

Two soft sounds broke the silence around. At this moment, the time around seemed to freeze. The tip of the Blood Shadow Sword in Xu Xingchen (Li Qingmo)'s hand accurately pierced the necks of the two killers.

The sound of the sword tip piercing through the skin and blood vessels was clearly audible, foreshadowing the end of two lives. As the sword tip penetrated, it brought up gorgeous blood-red blood flowers. They bloomed in the air, beautiful but short-lived, and were the last burst of glory in life.

Blood gushed out as the sword tip was pulled out, spilling onto the surrounding ground like a blood fountain. Spots of blood dropped in the air drew tragic tracks, which appeared particularly bright under the sunlight, so brightly red, so dazzlingly red, so shockingly red.

The sunlight penetrates the splattered blood, rendering it with a golden edge, interweaving into a cruel yet real picture. The calm face of Xu Xingchen (Li Qingmo) is reflected in the pool of red blood, and there is no emotion in his eyes.

Xu Xingchen's (Li Qingmo) swordsmanship is not only fast, accurate and ruthless, but also contains deep internal strength, making every hit fatal. His internal strength is profound, and every time he swings the sword, it seems like the roar of a dragon or a tiger, and the sword energy is overwhelming and extremely sharp.

The two killers' eyes were wide open, their faces full of disbelief and fear. Their lives quickly slipped away under this sword, as if they were being pulled out of their bodies by an invisible force.

They didn't even get a chance to cry out before they died. The tip of Xu Xingchen's (Li Qingmo) sword was like a sickle that took away souls, and this swing was the end and the judgment.

The two killers beside him had their faces covered with bright red blood, and they were even more horrified. The moment the blood splattered, their faces were filled with incredible fear at the young boy in front of them.

In their eyes, the prey that should have been easy to catch suddenly became the judge of life and death. They had never thought that this seemingly weak boy could withstand their combined attack with ease, not only dodging their attacks easily, but also killing their two companions in the blink of an eye.

This strong contrast and unexpected reversal caused their psychological defenses to collapse in an instant, and their hands trembled unconsciously, not because of the cold, but because of fear.

But the blood drops sliding down from the Blood Shadow Sword in Xu Xingchen's (Li Qingmo) hand appeared particularly bright red in the sunlight, like rubies inlaid on the sword, flashing an alluring luster. The tip of the Blood Shadow Sword in his hand still retained the residual warmth of the life that had just been taken away.

As he drew back the sword, his figure flashed again, shuttling between them like a ghost. His movements were light and swift, as if they were out of tune with this world. They tried to catch his shadow with the swords in their hands, but they could only cut through the air and could not even touch the corner of his clothes.

"Puff-puff-"

As the sword flashed, the two killers fell in a pool of blood. They couldn't even see how Xu Xingchen's (Li Qingmo) sword pierced their hearts. They could only feel a cold sword intent spreading from their chests to their whole bodies at the last moment of their lives.

Their eyes were wide open, as if they were trying to find a ray of life from this desperate situation, but it was in vain in the end. Bright red blood gushed out from their wounds and merged with the bloodstains on the ground, forming an ever-expanding dark red pool of blood.

Xu Xingchen (Li Qingmo) holds the Blood Shadow Sword in his hand. The tip of the sword trembles slightly, as if it has its own life, eager to drink blood again, eager to release the killing power contained in it. The sharp sword is reflected with a faint blood-red luster, which is the mark left after countless battles, and each one represents the life of an enemy.

Using the [Divine Movement] light skill, every step he took seemed light and swift, as if there was no contact between the whole person and the ground. Xu Xingchen (Li Qingmo)'s movements left a series of almost invisible afterimages.

These afterimages lingered in the air, floating like ghosts, making it difficult to tell which one was the real him. His movements were light and unpredictable, sometimes like an eagle soaring in the sky, extremely sharp, and sometimes like a fish swimming in the water, smooth and free.

His figure flashed quickly in the killers' field of vision, and they could not capture Xu Xingchen's (Li Qingmo) true location at all. As he approached, an invisible pressure began to envelop the killers' hearts.

The air seemed to be infused with a heavy and cold atmosphere. The invisible pressure slowly enveloped the hearts of the killers lurking in the darkness like an invisible giant beast. Their breathing became rapid, the swords in their hands were no longer stable, and their eyes revealed unprecedented fear.

"Puff-puff-"

The sound of sharp blades piercing flesh was unusually clear in the silent air. It was like an extremely sharp blade tearing through the thick air with ease, and it also seemed like the rapid sound of each killer's heart beating due to extreme fear.

Under this ominous sound, a deep sense of uneasiness and panic began to spread in everyone's heart.

"Ah! Ah! Poof!"

For a moment, the sudden screams of several killers broke the silence around them. Their figures suddenly fell forward, their hands tightly grasping their throats, but they could not stop the blood gushing out of their throats.

A cold light flashed across his neck, as if the judge in the night was coldly watching his last struggle of life. The bright red blood was rushing madly like a flood that had lost its floodgates.

As the blood flowed out, the lives of several killers also quickly faded away, and finally turned into silent corpses, falling to the ground, and being ruthlessly swallowed by the pool of bright red blood.

"This... this is a devil!"

One of the killers finally couldn't bear the fear in his heart and screamed. The scene before his eyes was beyond all his expectations and understanding. The originally planned prey turned into a reaper, ruthlessly taking the lives of his companions.

His words revealed deep despair, mixed with incredible shock. They took on the task confidently, thinking that they only needed to quietly complete the hunter's mission as usual.

However, they did not expect that this hunt would unknowingly turn into a horrific nightmare at this moment, and they themselves became the hunted targets. They did not expect to face such a terrifying existence.

"Hurry...Run away! Puff!"

Some killers lost their minds in fear and blurted out the instinct to escape. When they saw their companions falling one after another, they knew that if they didn't run away, they would not be able to escape either. They turned around and wanted to escape from this place of death.

However, fate seemed to have crossed out his name long ago. The moment he ran hard, an intense pain suddenly spread from his back to his whole body, as if an invisible sharp blade had pierced his body.

The pain was so intense that even his shouting became hoarse, and his body fell forward uncontrollably, his hands slapping on the cold, hard ground with a dull sound.

As he fell, bright red blood quickly flowed out of his body, staining the ground red, interweaving with the shadows spreading around him, forming a chilling picture.

“Mother…mother, help…help!”

In the vortex of chaos and fear, the younger killers' voices trembled with despair. They once thought they were strong enough to face any bloody and violent scene.

But when the shadow of death really loomed, all the courage turned into powerless cries for help. There was no longer coldness and indifference in those people's eyes, but they were filled with an instinctive desire for life and a deep fear of the impending death.

“No…no…don’t kill…, poof!”

Other killers struggled to implore in extreme panic, their words intermittent, each word revealing the fragility of their own lives and a plea for an end.

However, his voice was suddenly interrupted, as if his throat was cut by an invisible blade. The light of life quickly went out at this moment, his body lost strength, and collapsed like a tattered cloth bag, unable to make any sound anymore.