Chapter 66: The Enemy is Completely Defeated
The Soft Sword Technique was practiced by Zhao Ji to perfection, and every time he used it, he achieved great success. As soon as Fang Yi charged into the midst of the bandits, the sharp edge of his iron sword had already added many lonely souls.
The number of bandits was quite large, with over forty people, but under Zhao Ji's fierce hand, they didn't have much resistance. One sword per person, beheading them without mercy.
With the suddenness of a surprise attack, Zhao Ji killed nearly ten bandits at once. By the time the other bandits reacted and tried to form an array to fight together, it was already too late.
Under the pincer attack of "Fu Bo" and Luo Qingyun, the middle-aged man felt a lot of pressure. However, since his side had the upper hand, he was not in a hurry.
The official road from Qiaomu Town to Sifang City was well-built and could accommodate eight horse-drawn carriages, but it had always been sparsely populated. Sometimes, not a single person would pass by for half a day.
That's why the middle-aged Han didn't rush and was able to take his time, waiting for his subordinates to kill off the merchant group's guards before coming to help him.
But little did he know, his beautiful dream was not meant to last, things took a drastic turn for the worse, and out of nowhere appeared a meddling kid who killed many of his subordinates.
Zhao Ji's killing was too fast, so fast that many people didn't even have time to react. The middle-aged man was no exception. By the time he realized what was happening on the other side, corpses were already scattered all over the ground.
This discovery made the middle-aged man extremely anxious, and he wielded his treasured sword even more swiftly, wanting to force "Fu Bo" and Luo Qingyun back so that he could go help his own younger brother.
If the opponent had only Luo Qingyun, it might not have been a problem for the middle-aged man to retreat without a fight. However, being sandwiched between Luo Qingyun and "Fu Bo", when he himself was in a difficult situation, wanting to save others was too idealistic.
Then, the middle-aged Han man could only watch in grief and indignation as more than 40 bandits were killed one by one under Zhao's sword shadow.
Taking advantage of the sneak attack, killing the first ten bandits was quite easy, but when the opponent reacted and continued to kill the remaining bandits, it was entirely based on skill.
Ordinarily, a third-rate martial artist can't achieve Zhao Ji's level. Let alone the three of them - Middle-aged Hanzi, Luo Qingyun and "Fu Bo", they probably can't even reach that point either.
Zhao Ji was deeply powerful, reaching the peak of the fourth layer of acquired skills. With his exceptional lightness and outstanding swordsmanship, he finally broke through the formation of a group of bandits and caught them all at once.
"Ah, get out of my way."
His own brothers were slaughtered, the middle-aged Han man was indignant and resentful, a strange power emerged in his chest, with a loud shout, he slashed forward with one knife.
The power of the middle-aged Han's knife was originally relatively stable. This time, when he made his move, the power on the knife suddenly increased by nearly an order of magnitude.
One sword chopped out, with even more ferocious momentum, and suddenly happened, catching Luo Qingyun and "Fu Bo" off guard, forcing the two to retreat simultaneously.
Seizing the opportunity, the middle-aged Han man turned his horse around and galloped towards Zhao Ji, his blood-red eyes fixed intently on him, with a fierce and intimidating momentum that shocked everyone.
Feeling the middle-aged man's fierce and powerful momentum, Zhao Ji's face changed slightly, his expression becoming solemn, the fine iron sword in his hand tightly grasped, ready to strike.
Like a gust of wind, the middle-aged man rushed over on horseback. As he crossed paths with Zhao Ji, both men made their moves almost simultaneously, exchanging blows in rapid succession.
With unmatched power on his back, with an unstoppable momentum, he chopped down towards Zhao Ji's head, intending to kill him with one slash.
The glint of the knife flashed before his eyes, its momentum fierce and powerful, causing Zhao Ji to take it very seriously, not daring to be slow for a moment. His body spun like a top, avoiding the treasure knife's slash, then rose up, striking out with his fine iron sword.
The two men exchanged blows, swift as lightning. What happened in that fleeting moment, perhaps only Luo Qingyun and "Fu Bo" could see clearly.
They exchanged a move, and the middle-aged man was no match for him. He took a sword to his wrist and couldn't hold onto the thick-backed knife in his hand. With a "clang", the thick-backed knife fell to the ground.
Just this move and the middle-aged man knew that he was far from being Zhao Ji's opponent, if he continued to force a fight, his life would be in danger.
A middle-aged man felt a sense of fear in his heart, covered his wrist and fled on horseback, not even bothering to pick up the fallen weapon, just thinking about escaping with his life.
When he just killed over, the middle-aged man was furious and seemed to be unwilling to give up his revenge for his brother. Unexpectedly, after just one move, this person actually ran away with his tail between his legs.
The middle-aged man suddenly ran away, which was beyond Zhao Ji's expectation, and he couldn't help but stunned. In fact, not only did Zhao Ji not think of it, but others also didn't expect it.
From the middle-aged Han man forcing his opponent to retreat, to fighting against Zhao Ji, and then fleeing on horseback, things happened too quickly, leaving Luo Qingyun and "Fu Bo" no time to react, wanting to severely beat a fallen enemy was also impossible.
In a daze, the middle-aged man had already galloped his horse several zhang away. Zhao Ji came back to himself and wanted to chase after him to kill him, but it was already somewhat too late; at present, his lightness skill couldn't compare to the speed of the horse.
"Hmph, think you can escape? It's not that easy."
With a cold snort, Zhao Ji threw out the fine iron sword in his hand.
Zhao's consistent creed was to eradicate evil and cut off the roots of wickedness. Now, letting the leader of the thieves escape, how could he be at peace?
With a burst of internal force, the fine iron sword shot out like a hidden projectile and chased after the fleeing middle-aged man. In the blink of an eye, it caught up with him and stabbed into his shoulder with a "puchi" sound.
"Ah, today's defeat will be etched in Du Qianjun's heart. In the future, we will meet again on the mountains and waters."
A shrill cry echoed from afar, accompanied by a middle-aged man's furious roar.
Having heard Du Qianjun's vicious words, Zhao Yi smiled coldly and whispered to himself: "Du Qianjun, huh? Alright, I'll remember you. No matter what revenge you take in the future, I'll accept it."
With the great battle having come to an end, Yuan Chengzhi no longer hid his figure and directly emerged from between the trees where he was hiding, like a willow leaf, lightly floating down.
In the midst of a gang of thieves' siege, the merchant caravan, which had already fallen into desperation, suddenly turned around under Zhao Ji's intervention. Just as they were about to celebrate, another unexpected person appeared out of nowhere.
"Who!"
"What a person!"
"What's going on?!"
……
Yuan Chengzhi's appearance caused a stir in the merchant group, and several guards who had already sheathed their swords hastily drew them out again. The sound of questioning voices rose and fell in succession, unceasing.
Seeing Du Qianjun injured and fleeing, Luo Qingyun and "Fu Bo", who had already relaxed their expressions, saw Yuan Chengzhi descending from the sky, and their faces became tense again, with a hint of vigilance.
"Don't get me wrong, this is my brother, I don't have any hostility towards you all."
The tension in the merchant group made Zhao Ji's eyebrows furrow slightly, and he quickly explained loudly.
