Chapter 44: Scheming to Kill the Lustful Bandit (Part 2)

  The black-clothed man saw Xiao Ziyang's powerful slash, but instead of being surprised, a look of disdain appeared in his eyes!

  He was seen making a slight movement with his foot, and his body left a faint afterimage as he exited the attack range of Xiao Ziyang's thick-backed knife.

  Xiao Ziyang had expected this and with a slight pull of his wrist, the thick-backed knife that was chopping down rapidly came to a sudden stop.

  Just as he was about to land, he suddenly kicked his legs backwards and forwards, and his body shot towards the man in black like an arrow leaving a bowstring. The ground beneath his feet was kicked into a pit over a foot deep, and a vast cloud of dust rose up behind him.

  The man in black had an even thicker sarcastic look in his eyes, and with a flash of his body, he dodged the thick-backed knife that Xiao Ziyang stabbed at him with all his might. His wrist shook, and a cold light flashed under his ribs like lightning.

  The sharp sword stabbed into the opponent's ribs, but the black-clothed man felt that what he had stabbed was not human flesh, but a thousand-year-old old elm tree, soft and tough. The sword tip only advanced an inch or so before it could no longer be thrust in.

  The man in black was not surprised, but instead smiled lightly and said: "Ha! I didn't think there were still people practicing this stupid and clumsy horizontal exercise, it's really an eye-opener!"

  Although the horizontal exercise is resistant to fighting, it will make the body stiff and make the martial artist's movements less agile. For a black-clad man with swift footwork and superb swordsmanship, this kind of clumsy external family expert is exactly his favorite opponent.

  As expected, Xiao Ziyang was as fierce as a tiger when he charged forward, but when it came to turning corners, he seemed slightly clumsy.

  The man in black let out a cold laugh, his footsteps shifting as he reappeared beside Xiao Ziyang, the sword in his hand flashing like lightning towards Xiao's ribs, its tip pointing directly at the wound he had inflicted last time!

  Xiao Ziyang could only helplessly use his arm to block the opponent's treasured sword.

  The man in black walked around Xiao Ziyang with ease, occasionally slashing out shallow wounds on his body, and even had the audacity to mock him in a low voice.

  "You're just a clumsy bear who practices external martial arts, how dare you block my way! Even if your brute strength increases tenfold, what's the use of not being able to catch up with me, Red Grandpa?"

  "You think you can take down your grandfather with just a broken bow? If so, your grandfather has died several times!"

  "Your kung fu skills are quite impressive, if you were to join the army, you might even be able to secure a high-ranking position. But coming here to cause trouble for me, Hong Yeye? Isn't that just asking for death?"

  "Hah, you've got a lot of nerve! If you're so capable, then don't change your tone today!"

  As if to confirm his words, Xiao Ziyang's face gradually turned red. Seeing this, a flash of killing intent appeared in the eyes of the black-clothed man.

  Just at this moment, perhaps because the vital energy that supported his horizontal practice was about to be exhausted, and his heart was in a state of panic, Xiao Ziyang's moves suddenly became disordered, and the middle gate in front of his chest was wide open.

  The man in black gave up his plan to flash to his side and wait for him to change his breath, and then attack his flank.

  Just then, Xiao Ziyang seemed to be unable to hold it in any longer and spat out a mouthful of turbid air. The black-clothed man raised his hand without hesitation, and the sword light flashed like lightning, stabbing towards his heart.

  Xiao Ziyang's body strained to shift sideways, dodging the attack aimed at his left chest and heart, but instead exposing his right chest. With a soft whoosh, the sharp sword entered his chest like it was rotten wood, piercing into his lung!

  The man in black let out a sinister laugh, and suddenly spat out his not-so-deep inner energy along the sword tip. Xiao Ziyang instantly felt that the icy cold sword in his chest had turned into a scorching hot branding iron, and at the same time, it seemed as if a stream of boiling oil was pouring down from the sword tip towards his chest cavity!

  Xiao Ziyang gritted his teeth tightly, preparing to withstand the potentially fatal heavy injury that was about to come, while concentrating all his willpower to counterattack the enemy before his strength dissipated.

  He has calculated everything, and what he is waiting for is this opportunity to turn a desperate situation into a counterattack!

  But at this moment, something unexpected happened to Xiao Ziyang. As the red guest's internal energy invaded his body, a sudden surge of heat burst forth in his chest, which was extremely similar to the strange phenomenon he had experienced when practicing "Purple Jade Smoke". This surge of heat instantly enveloped and dissipated the invading internal energy of the red guest.

  Even so, the direct spitting of internal force into his chest cavity still caused great damage to his internal organs.

  The severe injury caused Xiao Ziyang to see black in front of his eyes, and he couldn't afford to think much. He suddenly exerted force, tightening the chest muscles that had been intentionally relaxed earlier, firmly clamping down on the opponent's sword that had pierced into his thoracic cavity. At the same time, the thick-backed knife in his hand slashed upwards from below, aiming at the opponent's ribcage.

  The man in black saw Xiao Ziyang's long knife flash and come, but he was not flustered. He waited for the opportunity to retreat, but at this moment, he suddenly realized that his opponent's chest, which had been as soft as rotten wood just a moment before, seemed to have turned into cast iron! It tightly clamped down on his treasured sword, and at this time, his opponent still hadn't finished exhaling a mouthful of turbid air! A thought suddenly popped up in his mind, "How is this possible?"

  It was at this moment of delay that when he thought of abandoning his sword, it was already too late. The thick-backed knife flashed over his shoulder, severing his right arm along with half of his right shoulder.

  If it weren't for his quick flash, this knife would have cut him open from under his ribs!

  Blood splattered everywhere!

  The man in black turned and fled, although he was seriously injured, his movements were still as fast as lightning.

  Xiao Ziyang didn't chase after him, he knew he couldn't catch up. He simply reached back to his waist and the Flying Dragon reappeared in his hand.

  Whoosh! A soft sound, three crossbow arrows shot towards the back of the black-clad man.

  The man in black heard the sound of a bowstring behind him, and his figure flashed as he dodged to the left with a residual shadow. At this moment, a dull and mournful breaking air sound rang out behind him!

  Listening to this sound like a large-scale trebuchet arrow, the black-clothed man was horrified and wanted to dodge, but he couldn't muster up any internal energy again.

  A short, pained cry later, the man in black was pierced through the chest by a wide and thick-backed knife. With him, it flew forward for several meters before being nailed to the surrounding wall!

  It turned out that when Xiao Ziyang shot the flying dragon from his palm, it was exactly at the moment when his opponent's internal force was about to be exhausted. When the black-clothed man dodged three crossbow arrows, he happened to fall into the empty window of old force going and new force not yet born!

  And as he shot the flying dragon out of his palm, he immediately abandoned the crossbow and stomped the ground with both feet, using all his strength to throw the thick-backed knife.

  This seventy-two jin heavy thick-backed knife was thrown by him with a mighty force, shooting out like a giant arrow from a siege crossbow, swift and fierce as lightning.

  Although he killed the black-clad man, Xiao Ziyang was also in a bad state. Just now, at the moment when he threw out his thick-backed knife, under the massive pressure of his muscles, fresh blood spurted out nearly a zhang (about 3 meters) from the hilt of the sword still stuck in his chest, and his internal organs were even more severely injured.

  At this time, his opponent died, and he immediately felt dizzy and faint, as if he was about to pass out.