Chapter Thirty-Three: The Power of One Sword

  Hurriedly mounting a war horse, Song Xian suddenly looked at the city gate not far away and saw that the situation was critical. He immediately turned to the hundreds of armored soldiers beside him and said: "Quickly gather our troops, we must hurry up and leave here!"

  At this time, a small school rushed over and knelt down, crying out: "General... our army has suffered heavy casualties, only 500 people are left. At this moment, the enemy is surrounding us on all sides... how can we escape?"

  Look at that small school like this, Song Xian suddenly felt a little wrong, and hurriedly asked: "What about Ximen? Is there an enemy in Ximen?"

  "It seems... there isn't."

  At this moment, Song Xian suddenly turned around and struck the surrounding defeated soldiers, shouting loudly: "Everyone follow me to escape from the west gate!"

  "The bandits will retreat! Cao Xin has arrived!"

  "The bandits will retreat! Tianwei is here!"

  "Your grandfather Zhou Yu has arrived!"

  Suddenly, before Song Xian's voice had even fallen, loud shouts came from all directions.

  At this sudden surprise, Song Xian did not expect that the other party would come so quickly, and without hesitation, he hastily spurred his horse to leave.

  The remaining five hundred people were also caught off guard due to the sudden turn of events, but Cao Xin and his three routes of troops had already launched a surprise attack.

  Song Xian and others had not even taken a few steps before they were blocked by the enemy army.

  One side was the enemy army led by a giant over ten feet tall, resembling an evil spirit. The other side had a giant eight feet tall with numerous scars all over his body and red eyes, while another was a young commander holding a strange black weapon in his hand, slightly shorter than the other two.

  Song Xian suddenly looked down and saw the enemy army rushing over from three sides, but he suddenly saw Cao Xin, and a thread of surprise flashed through his heart.

  Song Xian burst out laughing and said: "Haha, heaven is helping me too! You all follow me up, we must break through!"

  The long knife in his hand made a crisp sound of "Ka Cha", and Song Xian suddenly rushed towards Cao Xin's direction after shouting.

  However, at the same time, seeing the opponent's general rushing towards him, Cao Xin couldn't help but sneer in his heart, although his expression was still cold and indifferent, but at this moment, Cao Xin had already risen to kill.

  Because when he climbed the city wall earlier, Song Xian only saw a thousand soldiers' crazy attack, but did not see Cao Xin, so at this time Song Xian was the first to focus on Cao Xin as the target of the breakout.

  In his eyes, Cao Xin was just a seventeen or eighteen year old kid, at most the young master of some general's family. Although the strange weapon in his hand looked heavy, those spoiled brats usually made fake weapons to show off every day, putting iron paint on a piece of wood to make it look heavy, but they were actually just toys.

  At this moment, Song Xian naturally thought so too. He absolutely didn't believe that with Cao Xin's body and the weapon in his hand, he could be very powerful.

  Song Xiang was wrong, terribly wrong.

  Two horses approached each other, Song Xian suddenly patted his horse and arrived in front of Cao Xin, not looking at the opponent's cold expression at this moment, but a disdainful smile, the long knife in his hand instantly slashed towards Cao Xin.

  Looking for death!?

  In an instant, Cao Xin's mind suddenly flashed with this phrase.

  But he saw that the opponent seemed to be very confident, Cao Xin's black iron great knife weighing 120 catties in his hand suddenly went back in the opposite direction with a loud crash...

  "when"

  Hei Tie and Song Xian's long knives collided in mid-air, instantly producing a deafening clang of metal on metal.

  But in the next moment, Song Xianben's triumphant face suddenly froze, and his hands holding the long knife transmitted a heart-wrenching pain, as if his tiger mouth had burst open, numbness beyond compare.

  Suddenly a "ding" sound, the long knife was instantly cut off a piece of blade by the black iron of the former.

  "Ah... ah... ah..." In an instant, a surge of blood rushed forth, and Song Xian stared blankly at his own hands, watching as the blood flowed from his palms, yet he had already lost all sensation.

  At the same time, the war horse also felt the arrival of this powerful force and continuously backed away, neighing incessantly.

  Song Xian finally understood that the thing in Cao Xin's hand was not a toy made by the young master to show off, but a real deadly weapon.

  "Alright! Alright! Alright!"

  At the same time, Cao Xin knocked back Song Xian with one sword, and Dian Wei and Zhou Du in the distance couldn't help but shout loudly. Then, as if looking at a fool, they stared at Song Xian, implying that he had gone mad.

  "How... how heavy is this sword of yours?"

  At this time, enduring the severe pain in his hand, Song Xian suddenly stared with his eyes wide open and said.

  A cold glance, Cao Xin revealed his true disdain, "One hundred and twenty kilograms."

  This sentence was cold and carried a hint of ruthlessness. It wasn't until then that Song Xian realized the young man in front of him was by no means inferior to Dian Wei and Zhou Fang.

  Song Xian couldn't help but feel regret at this moment. "Your Excellency, your surname and given name..."

  He immediately revealed a hint of coldness, and Cao Xin said: "Your Excellency?" As he spoke, the black iron in his hand was once again raised without him realizing it, and before the opponent could react, he suddenly slashed horizontally at the opponent's upper body...

  "You're also worthy!?"

  A gust of wind suddenly hit him in the face, and at the same time Song Xian heard these words, he saw a large black knife like a giant axe suddenly coming towards him, his heart sank to the bottom of the valley.

  "My life is at an end!"

  "Hmmph!"

  Just as the five hundred enemy soldiers saw a glimmer of hope for escape, everyone was stunned to see Song Xian being cut off at the waist by the opponent.

  Waist bone with a hint of bloodiness, in the sky, a pungent stench accompanied by Cao Xin's usual cold face, splashing everywhere.

  Blood and entrails carrying the upper limbs were thrown high into the sky, while that eerie lower body still sat on the war horse. Just as Song Xian was split in two, everyone even heard him say "Rest" before he died, which seemed especially eerie.

  Everything comes suddenly, comes quickly and goes quickly.

  It was as if in the blink of an eye, Song Xian had died.

  Those five hundred armored soldiers who wanted to resist were, under the might of Cao Xing's single sword, one by one staring blankly and standing still on the spot, yet not daring to take half a step forward.

  Fresh blood seeped into the black iron blade, flowing down a thick and sticky substance. Cao Xin gazed coldly at everyone at this moment.

  But it was Dianwei and Zhou Cang in the distance who couldn't help but swallow their saliva when they saw this scene. Apparently, Cao Xing was standing in front of the army at this moment, and in an instant, he had unknowingly established a presence like a tiger or wolf.

  However, perhaps sensing this, Cao Xin gazed at the five hundred in front of him and smiled suddenly, his expressionless face uttering these six words.

  "Descend and live! Resist and die!!"

  At that very moment.

  A loud metallic sound echoed, rising and falling in waves.

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  P.S: Collecting.