Chapter 62: Cangshan Has a Stronghold (Part 2)

  The horse thieves hated this guy who was hiding and shooting arrows at them, each of them gritted their teeth and rushed to the front. Two mountain bandits saw Xiao Ziyang appear, grasped their knives with both hands, and leaped high into the air. The two wooden knives flew left and right towards him like a pair of flying swords.

  The move of the two horse bandits, flying down and slashing, has a name called "Duan Shan Jian", which is the starting technique in the basic knife method passed down in the Western Liang Army, and it is a life-or-death technique.

  This move is extremely overbearing. Even if the opponent's martial arts skills are higher than one's own, when encountering this move, they can only avoid its edge, either by blocking or dodging.

  At this time, the two of them made a simultaneous move, and it was expected that their opponent would only be able to retreat.

  These horse thieves were used to working together, and as the two of them jumped up at the same time, two more horse thieves moved in from behind Xiao Ziyang's side, waiting for him to retreat into their encirclement.

  What the horse thieves never expected was that Xiao Ziyang did not retreat, but instead took a step forward and swung his knife horizontally with great ferocity.

  Two flying horse bandits were in mid-air, suddenly changing their moves, and could only let out a loud shout together, using all their strength to chop down, wanting to perish together with the enemy.

  At the same time that two long knives chopped at Xiao Ziyang's shoulders, his broad back knife also swept across the waists of two fierce bandits.

  Blood splashed into the sky as two horse bandits were cut into four pieces and thrown out with a miserable howl.

  Xiao Ziyang slid his feet and twisted his waist, following the momentum of the knife in his hand. He turned around and made a horizontal slash, the thick-backed knife making a startling whoosh as it swept past his body and wrapped around the waists of the two men behind him.

  The two horse bandits who ambushed him from behind managed to raise their long knives in time, but they were of no use at all. The men and knives were cut off by him with one knife, splashing out a sky full of blood flowers.

  More than a dozen bandits rushed up from behind, but were suddenly stopped in their tracks by Xiao Ziyang's fierce flames. They all looked at Xiao Ziyang's shoulders, which had been chopped, and were shocked to find that except for the torn clothes, he seemed to be unscathed! The crowd's hearts suddenly sprouted with the intention of retreating.

  Xiao Ziyang gave them no chance, he charged into the bandits with his back to the knife, splashing out a vast expanse of knife light, unstoppable and unguardable, ferocious to the extreme, every knife taking a life, in an instant killing several people.

  The bandits immediately collapsed, and with a loud shout, they turned around and fled. Xiao Ziyang took two steps forward and beheaded two more from behind.

  He didn't chase after them, instead he inserted his broadsword in front of him, took down the longbow, and shot arrow after arrow, instantly killing all the scattered horse thieves.

  Killing the last fleeing horse thief, Xiao Ziyang stretched out his hand to pull out the thick-backed knife, wiped the blood stains on a corpse, and sheathed the knife.

  He looked up towards the center of the martial arts arena, where more than twenty horse bandits were surrounding two men in black clothes, their knives and swords clashing as they fought fiercely. Some of the peripheral horse bandits noticed the situation here and were intimidated by Xiao Ziyang's ferocity, their hearts filled with a desire to escape.

  Xiao Ziyang rushed towards the martial arts arena, running swiftly while drawing his bow and shooting. He specifically targeted those bandits on the periphery who were trying to escape.

  A string of mournful cries suddenly awakened the several bandit leaders who were fighting to the death around the two men in black, they raised their heads and were shocked, with cold sweat dripping down their backs. The more than 40 bandits in the camp had now been reduced to just over a dozen people around them.

  Several people exchanged a glance and simultaneously rushed past the two men in black towards the direction of the assembly hall.

  The remaining horse thieves saw their leader escape and scattered in all directions.

  Two men in black seemed to have identified several of the best leaders and turned around to chase after them, blocking Xiao Ziyang's line of sight. He could only shoot and kill those bandits who were fleeing in all directions.

  Under the pressure of the desire to survive, several horse bandits rushed quickly and approached the gathering hall in an instant. After circling around the courtyard behind the gathering hall, it was a forest, and as long as they entered the forest, the few people were confident that they could shake off the killers behind them.

  At this moment, a clear and long whistle came from the courtyard on the right side of the hall, and another black-clad man jumped out of the wall and blocked the way of several leaders with a few leaps.

  Just seeing the black-clad man leap several feet, galloping like flying, they knew that this person's martial arts was higher than the two black-clad men chasing behind him. The leaders' hearts suddenly cooled down.

  The man in black was still holding something in his hand, and from time to time, **dropped from it. Several people took a closer look, and their souls flew away. It turned out to be the head of Cao Tianyu, the third master of the Iron Rider Association!

  Several people exchanged a glance, and without saying a word, they scattered and escaped. The outcome was self-evident. Among them, four were caught up with and killed by three black-clad men. The black-clad man holding Cao Tianyu's head even killed two more using his superior lightness skill.

  The last one was about to escape into the mountains, but was caught up by Xiao Ziyang and nailed to a tree with an arrow.

  Xiao Ziyang put away his bow and arrow, looked around, and saw that the mountain stronghold was filled with blood everywhere, and not a single one of the bandits had escaped.

  Three men in black clothes looked at each other, put away their swords and walked towards him together.

  Xiao Ziyang was also on his guard and walked towards the three people. At this time, he also saw that these three people were women.

  The four of them, as if by tacit agreement, stopped in their tracks at the same time when they were three zhang apart. The four pairs of eyes stared at each other silently for a moment. The three men in black simultaneously pulled down the black scarves covering their faces.

  Xiao Ziyang took a clear look at the three people's faces and thought to himself, "Indeed, it is them." These three people were exactly the three sisters he had rescued in Shuo An City back then. It wasn't unexpected to meet them in this mountain stronghold, as they obviously came for revenge.

  Although they met again, Xiao Ziyang was still dazzled by the three beautiful faces in front of him, his mind unstable.

  Among the three, the eldest stepped forward and bowed to Xiao Ziyang: "If it weren't for your help, my two sisters would be in danger. Thank you very much, I am An Yuxuan. May I ask what is your surname and name?"

  The three sisters looked similar, with oval faces, thin eyebrows and big eyes, upturned noses and ruby-red lips that seemed to be painted on. However, each of them had their own distinct personal features.

  This older sister, An Yuvan, has a tall and slender figure, with a pair of thin and long eyebrows slightly raised, a high-bridged nose, thin lips, especially her big eyes that are slightly narrow but extremely spirited, looking wise and calm. At this time, although she is smiling slightly, she can't hide her icy and frosty temperament.

  The second sister, who was slightly younger than the other two, was completely different from her elder sister. She was a bit shorter than her elder sister, but she had a plump and tender face, with a slender figure that was extremely elegant. Her eyebrows were thin and curved, her eyes were round and large, her nose was small and delicate, and her lips were slightly thick and red. From time to time, a few strands of confusion would flow out of her eyes, although she had not spoken, the corners of her mouth always hung with a faint smile that seemed to be there but not quite there.

  The youngest one seemed to be less than fifteen years old, with a face as beautiful as a painting, and features so delicate that Xiao Ziyang couldn't find words to describe her beauty.