With a sword drawn, he laughs proudly, his martial prowess dominating the heavens!

Chapter 63 The Insatiable Greed of the Huashan Sword

The next morning, the sun was shining brightly.

However, the area several feet in front of the Fuwei Escort Agency was filled with a cold and gloomy atmosphere.

The bluestone slabs, soaked in blood overnight, had turned a dark, crimson red. Thirteen corpses lay in a row on the ground, spaced exactly apart.

Then look at the wooden sign written in red ink in front of the door; it exudes a chilling and menacing aura, intimidating people.

There should have been seven.

But some people are destined to suffer this fate. In the latter half of the night, six more people climbed over the wall from the backyard and entered. Then... the number of sword testers increased by six.

Those who had been spying earlier were terrified upon seeing this, and before they knew it, they had moved their spying spot back half an alley.

They had recognized where the thirteen people had come from.

Especially the long-haired ascetic and the woman with two swords.

The former was named Qiu Songnian, while the latter was only known by her surname Zhang, and was called Madam Zhang by people in the martial arts world.

Both were renowned unorthodox masters, and their wounds were fatal, resulting in swift and painless deaths.

Everyone in the martial arts world of Fuzhou knows that Lin Zhennan has no such ability; it must have been the work of a newly arrived disciple of Mount Hua.

The power of the Huashan sword is terrifying!

The security escort agency remained closed, but no one dared to disturb its peace.

At least, no one has that courage yet.

The two镖头 (bodyguards) Shi and Zheng peeked through the crack in the door at the corpse outside.

The two looked at each other and noticed that the other's dark circles had become even more pronounced.

First it was funny, then a bitter laugh, and then a hearty laugh.

The two hadn't slept all night, but they were in good spirits. The depression of the past few days had vanished, and this morning they ate two more steamed buns than usual.

"Old Zheng, go get some sleep. I'll take over when you wake up."

Zheng, the head镖师 (bodyguard/escort), nodded without any politeness and said, "Although we have Young Master Li here, we must not let our guard down, brothers."

"Our martial arts skills may be lacking, but our eyesight is our forte. Now that the situation is so favorable, it's easy for us to become complacent."

"Don't worry, I'll take care of this. The brothers are exhausted too, so they'll take turns getting enough sleep. No one will be missed."

"become!"

Meanwhile, the sound of swishing swords echoed from the training ground in the backyard.

Li Che stood under the shade of a tree, watching Lin Pingzhi practicing his swordplay in the arena, looking listless.

The Seventy-Two Styles of Evil-Repelling Swordplay follows a path of speed, deception, and danger. Although the moves are strange and unpredictable, the lack of "speed" makes it seem ordinary.

As his mastery of the Dugu Nine Swords deepened, he saw flaws everywhere in Lin Pingzhi's swordsmanship.

Offensive without defensive capabilities and lacking speed.

They avoid attacking, but their movement skills are not up to par.

The move he's using right now, "Flying Swallow Through Willows," involves a swift, close-to-the-ground attack on the enemy's lower body.

In Li Che's opinion, when this move is used to its fullest potential, the user's movements will be as swift as a swallow darting through willow branches, and the wind from the sword will cut through all vegetation.

However, Lin Ping's internal energy was insufficient, his movements were sluggish, and he lost his speed. As a result, his mind was wide open, and he was completely unprepared.

If faced with a strong opponent, I fear I won't be able to injure them, but will instead be killed by them.

Without the support of internal energy, this sword move is indeed useless!

After Lin Pingzhi finished demonstrating all the sword moves, his back was soaked with sweat. He wiped his forehead and ran over excitedly, "Young Master Li... how did you find it?"

"It's just okay, very average!"

If anyone else had said this, the young master of the Lin family would have argued heatedly, but at this moment he seemed to be humbly accepting the lesson, and even looked forward to it.

Our own swordsmanship is definitely no match for that of the Huashan Sect.

Last night, Father said that he would do everything he could to get Master Yue of the Huashan Sect to accept him as a disciple.

The boy grinned foolishly, already picturing the magnificent peaks of Mount Hua in his mind.

Li Che pondered for a moment, then said, "Your Evil-Repelling Sword Technique is unpredictable but lacks defensive power. Just watch closely!"

Before he finished speaking, Li Che suddenly drew his sword and leaped out.

He skimmed close to the ground, using the same move he had just used, "Flying Swallow Through Willows."

But Li Che's execution was different; he didn't exert any force, he just practiced the sword moves.

The sword strike, which should have been aimed directly at the target, held back three-tenths of its power. Unlike Lin Pingzhi, the sword was not thrown out completely. Instead, the sword was drawn with strength gathered at the waist and the feet firmly planted, yet the sword strike was still quite fast.

When his first attack failed, he smoothly raised his sword and turned around, switching to the defensive move "Repel Evil".

Such moves, combining offense and defense, reduce the unpredictability by half but increase the stability by five. However, if the moves are quick enough, they become even more unpredictable.

Lin Pingzhi was so engrossed in watching that he didn't notice Lin Zhennan had come to his side at some point.

After observing for a while, Old Lin's eyes shone even brighter, and he thought to himself, "So the Evil-Repelling Sword Technique can be used in this way?!"

After Li Che finished demonstrating his swordplay, the father and son rushed forward. "Ping'er, aren't you going to thank your Uncle Li for passing on his sword skills?!"

Li Che: "..."

"There's no need for that. There's no need to talk about passing on the sword. Young镖头 (Young镖头 is a nickname for a镖师, meaning a镖师 is a镖师 who ...

"In that case, the Seventy-Two Forms of the Evil-Repelling Sword Technique will be enough to support your escort agency's business."

If someone ruins another person's ancestral robe, offer a few words of advice; consider it compensation.

"Yes, I've learned my lesson..."

Several more days passed, and the Fuwei Escort Agency was safe and sound. Except for not being open for business, the agency had returned to its pre-incident state.

Li Che, however, was somewhat anxious.

There has been no news of Yu Canghai yet. If he is not available, someone else will have to carry out the follow-up plan.

So who should we choose?

I wonder which lackeys "Good Uncle Master" Zuo Da Mengzhu sent to Fuzhou. Perhaps we could pick one from this group.

After dinner, Li Che was relaxing in the courtyard, having nothing to do.

He closed his eyes, inhaled and exhaled, practicing his skills while simultaneously listening to the surrounding sounds.

As the moon sank high in the sky, Li Che suddenly opened his eyes.

Another one courting death, and a master at it at that!

"Don't follow!"

Before he could finish speaking, a dark figure darted out from the southeast corner of the wall. The person was slender, with a black veil covering her face; it was a woman.

Li Che's eyes flickered slightly; the figure looked somewhat familiar.

The two leaped and chased each other across the rooftops, and in no time they arrived at the martial arts training ground in the back courtyard.

Unexpectedly, the woman in black stopped.

"The real Evil-Repelling Sword Manual is indeed in the Lin family! You, surnamed Li, are truly cunning!"

"Miss Ren has come from afar. If I said it wasn't true, would you believe me?" Li Che smiled faintly, then added, "I do admire Miss Ren's courage. The sign at the door is still up. Do you think I wouldn't dare kill you?!"

"Heh~ What good would it do you to kill me? I can spread the rumors of the Evil-Repelling Sword Manual throughout the martial world, and naturally people will know who set this up."

"Are you threatening me again?"

Ren Yingying's eyes trembled slightly. She had already gripped the newly acquired short sword in her hand, but her words lacked some of their former firmness, "The Evil-Repelling Sword Manual...make a copy for me!"

"Miss Ren, you're being rather ungrateful!"

Before he could finish speaking, Li Che suddenly drew his sword and attacked.

He's never satisfied with the benefits he's gained; how could he, Li, possibly get such easy profits?!

Ren Yingying's pupils contracted sharply, and a crisp "click" was heard from the machine.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh—!"

The black blood needles, woven like a dense rain, shot towards Li Che.

The latter sneered, "Crude methods, have you run out of tricks?!"

Instead of retreating, he advanced rapidly.

The Dugu Nine Swords Arrow-Breaking Style is perfectly suited to this situation.

A series of clanging sounds rang out, and Ren Yingying couldn't tell how many sword strikes the thief had made, as he slashed, parried, and slashed.

The dense black needles were blasted away in all directions, and a white ribbon pierced through the rain of needles.

Ren Yingying knew that the Black Blood Divine Needle would not be able to defeat him, but she did not expect it to be broken in this way.

In the blink of an eye, Li Che had closed in to within five feet of him, the cold glint of the sword tip aimed straight for his neck!

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