From the beginning of Swordsman, he created a legend in the martial arts world.

Meng Fei stopped and calmly swept his gaze over the seven people before finally settling on the leader. He said indifferently, "What brings you all to my attention? I seem to have no grudge against any of you."

"Enmity?"

The leader sneered, "Young Master Meng, you jest. We have no personal grudge against you. We have only stopped you today for one thing—"

The man's eyes gleamed with greed and fervor, almost shining through his mask, as he uttered each word clearly: "Fuwei Escort Agency, the Lin family's 'Evil-Repelling Sword Manual'!"

Upon hearing this, the air in the forest seemed to freeze instantly, and a murderous aura instantly filled the air!

"Rumor has it that the sword manual has fallen into the hands of Young Master Meng. At Liu Zhengfeng's retirement ceremony, Young Master Meng had a close relationship with that Lin family boy, and even went so far as to fight against the Songshan Sect for him."

"Afterwards, Lin Pingzhi joined Mount Hua, but you, Young Hero Meng, quietly left, severely injured... Heh heh, the connection between these events is quite intriguing!"

Another masked man, wielding a judge's pen, interjected sinisterly, "Young Master Meng, a common man is innocent, but possessing a treasure is a crime. You are poisoned and severely injured. Why cling to this hot potato? Hand over the 'Evil-Repelling Sword Manual' obediently, and we might spare your life, or even... find you a place to recuperate peacefully. How about it?"

Meng Fei's mind raced with thoughts.

Deny it? The other party clearly doesn't believe it and has already made up their mind.

Explain? It's pointless to argue with these people whose minds are blinded by greed.

Fight? In his current state, he might be able to handle one or two opponents, but facing seven skilled fighters at the same time, his chances of winning are slim. If he were to fight for a long time and his internal energy were depleted, his injuries would flare up, and he would surely die!

It seems... we're in dire straits again!

However, Meng Fei showed no panic, and had already made up his mind.

Since there's no way to avoid it, then the only option is... to kill! Kill them until they're terrified!

He slowly raised his hand and placed it on the Azure Blood Sword at his waist. His voice was steady, yet carried a chilling aura.

"Want the sword manual? Fine, pay with your life!"

Before he finished speaking, Meng Fei suddenly moved and pounced straight at the masked man who was closest to him on the left!

A crimson sword light flashed and disappeared!

The masked man didn't even see how the sword came to him; he only felt a chill at his throat, followed by a slight cutting sound.

He stared wide-eyed in terror, the chain gun in his hand clattered to the ground, and he futilely clutched his bleeding neck with both hands. With two gasps, he slumped backward.

quiet!

Deathly silence!

The other six masked men were so shocked by the lightning-fast and ruthless sword strike that they gasped for breath.

They never expected that this seemingly seriously injured and dying boy would be so decisive and ruthless in his attacks, and that his swordsmanship was so bizarre and terrifying!

"You're asking for it! Attack us all!"

The masked man with the knife was the first to react, roaring as he charged forward with his knife.

The other five also seemed to wake up from a dream, each brandishing their weapons and launching a fierce attack from different directions.

However, Meng Fei, wielding the Jade Blood Sword, seemed like a completely different person.

His eyes were cold and indifferent, yet he showed no fear whatsoever. The Azure Blood Sword in his hand seemed to have come to life, transforming into a strange crimson lightning bolt that danced wildly through the forest!

"Sizzle!"

A crimson light flashed, and the wrist of a masked man wielding a judge's pen was severed at the root. He screamed and staggered backward.

"Clang! Pfft!"

As it met another blow head-on, the sword unexpectedly twisted and pierced another person's ribs.

Meng Fei's movements became increasingly unpredictable and swift, and his swordplay became extremely ruthless and cunning, with every move aimed at vital points and every sword strike aimed at taking lives!

After the Azure Blood Sword drank blood, the dark red light seemed to intensify, and the hum of the sword seemed to carry a sense of satisfied pleasure. What Meng Fei received in return was faster speed, sharper sword energy, and a more surging bloodlust!

Meng Fei could clearly feel that with each person he killed, the murderous aura emanating from the Azure Blood Sword grew stronger, and its erosion of his mind deepened.

In his mind, a cold voice seemed to be whispering: Kill! Kill them all! The dam of reason began to sway slightly under the impact of this violent killing intent.

Beyond his icy gaze, Meng Fei's eyes began to tinge with an almost imperceptible crimson and madness.

"puff!"

"ah--!"

Another masked man was stabbed through the heart!

In just a few dozen breaths, five of the seven ambushers had fallen!

The remaining two were the leader wielding the knife and his companion wielding a sword.

Seeing the blood and severed limbs scattered all over the ground, they were terrified and their hearts were filled with dread!

The boy before me is no longer human; he's clearly a demon crawling out of hell!

That eerie crimson sword, that unpredictable movement, and that increasingly ferocious fighting style were all assaulting their mental defenses.

"A monster...a monster!"

The masked man wielding the sword trembled, and the sword in his hand shook slightly.

The leader of the knife-wielding men was also deathly pale. He looked at the miserable state of his companion on the ground, and then at Meng Fei, who was standing with his sword and covered in blood. He knew that if the fight continued, he would surely die!

"withdraw!"

The masked leader dared not hesitate any longer. He exchanged a glance with his companion, threw his weapon at Meng Fei, then turned around and used his lightness skill to the fullest extent, fleeing into the depths of the dense forest like a stray dog.

Meng Fei did not pursue them.

He stood there, the Azure Blood Sword pointing diagonally at the ground, blood droplets slowly dripping from its tip. At this moment, the injuries that had been forcibly suppressed, as well as the violent backlash caused by the Azure Blood Sword's ferocious influence, surged up like a tide.

"puff--!"

A mouthful of dark red stagnant blood mixed with some fragments of internal organs spurted out from Meng Fei's mouth. The suppressed internal injuries, mixed with the residual poison of the "Bone-Eating Heart-Piercing Needle", flowed wildly through his meridians, bringing waves of tearing pain!

Even more terrifying was that after the satisfaction and pleasure of drinking blood with the Jade Blood Sword faded, what remained was an even stronger craving for blood and slaughter. That desire lingered in his heart like a gambling addiction, constantly assaulting his mind.

Meng Fei bit his tongue hard, and the intense pain made the redness in his eyes fade slightly.

He knew that this sword was malevolent and could not be held for long. He immediately used the last bit of reason and strength to slowly insert the seemingly unsatisfied Azure Blood Sword into its scabbard.

As soon as the sword was sheathed, the malevolent aura that was eroding his mind was greatly reduced, but the lingering effects and extreme weakness in his body caused his vision to go black for a moment, and he almost couldn't stand up.

Looking at the corpses lying haphazardly on the ground, and feeling the worse injuries and lingering poison within his body, Meng Fei's lips curled into a cold, self-deprecating smile.

The Azure Blood Sword was indeed a double-edged demonic sword. Although it helped him temporarily repel the enemy, it also aggravated his injuries and almost caused him to lose his mind.

After hastily cleaning up the traces at the scene, Meng Fei, dragging his weak body, staggered onward toward Miao territory.

However, this world of martial arts seemed determined not to give him any chance to breathe.

Less than half a day after leaving the dense forest, at a bend in a narrow mountain path, three burly men wielding knives jumped out with sinister smiles.

Meng Fei didn't even bother with words. He drew his Azure Blood Sword half a foot from its sheath, and with a flash of crimson light, left a deep, bone-revealing bloodstain on the leader's face. The three of them were so frightened that they scrambled and fled into the mountains.

After that, interception seemed to become the norm. At mountain passes, ferry crossings, tea stalls, and even along official roads, there were always ill-intentioned people following them around every now and then.

Their goal was clear—the Evil-Repelling Sword Manual!