Revenge 021

  Song Qingfeng and Peng Jingrong's conversation was carried by the north wind to Liu Ziguang's sharp ears, endless hatred surged up, originally saving them was just to prevent these people from dying at the hands of Yu Hualong and government soldiers, now the opportunity to personally avenge had finally come.

  There is no one who can avenge his own death, Liu Ziguang is the first.

  Song Qingfeng thought that the fierce guy had died at the city gate, but now seeing the iron-faced warrior reappear, he couldn't help but feel a little flustered. "Rest assured, I have no intention of harming your young lady, just not letting her commit suicide with dignity. With your martial arts skills, as long as you surrender to the Qing dynasty, I guarantee that you will have a future as a commander of a thousand households."

  Liu Ziguang sneered, "I'm just a slave, I don't dare to hope for being a thousand households, it's just that I have some old accounts to settle with Song Shaoxia and the various Wei Shi masters." As he spoke, he lifted his iron mask. "Don't you people kill without paying with your lives?"

  A proud face, with eyes that have become deep and melancholy from carrying too much hatred - who else could it be but Liu Ziguang!

  Everyone was shocked, as if they had seen a ghost. Didn't we trample Liu Ziguang to death last night and throw his body into the abyss? How did he survive overnight and become even more formidable?"

  It must be that Song Qingfeng's brain turned quickly, this person absolutely cannot be Liu Ziguo. With such severe injuries, even Da Luojin Xian couldn't save him. This person should be Liu Ziguo's twin brother. And last night he didn't witness the scene of Liu Ziguo being killed. With his skills, there is no reason why he wouldn't have intervened.

  Having made up his mind, Song Qingfeng smiled apologetically while secretly making a hand gesture to signal the others to join him in causing trouble. He chuckled and said, "I think it must be a misunderstanding, I'll show you something and you'll understand." As he spoke, he calmly reached into his pocket and pulled out an object, which he then tossed at Liu Ziguang.

  It was a poisonous flying knife. Although the Wudang Sect was not good at hidden weapons, Song Qingfeng had specially studied flying knives during his training in the Military Machinery Bureau, and he had learned from Xiao Li Feidao, the number one master in the world, known as the "Unyielding" Xiao Li Feidao's apprentice. The flying knife thrown out by him was impossible for ordinary people to dodge. When the guards saw Song Qingfeng make his move, they also raised their crossbows and fired repeatedly, using arrow feathers to surround Liu Ziguang.

  Liu Ziguang had switched to a Qing dynasty cavalry saber, with a long handle and curved blade, extremely heavy, with a thousand-fold forged steel blade that could cut hair. Liu Ziguang danced with it effortlessly. First, he casually stretched out his hand to catch the flying dagger shot at his chest, then turned the curved knife, making a crisp sound, deflecting all the iron arrows, and walked steadily towards Song Qingfeng.

  "What you gave me, I will return all of it." He said slowly and clearly.

  Could it be true? The crowd was chilled to the bone.

  "You take the men and quickly rush under the Qing army commander's flag, I'll hold him off." Knowing that the guards' skills were no match for Liu Ziguang, Song Qingfeng could only step forward.

  The two men stood face to face, the north wind blowing snowflakes onto Liu Ziguang's face, the blood on his body beginning to freeze. The large army opposite had halted its advance, and the slave army behind him had also formed a battle array, preparing for a fight to the death. In the silent wilderness, the howling north wind, between the two armies of tens of thousands of people, these two men stood silently, waiting for the other side to launch the first attack.

  I will take back all the injustices this world has given me! Starting from today, starting from this moment!

  No shouting, no cheering, Liu Ziguang held up his curved knife, filled with hatred, and charged towards Song Qingfeng. Song Qingfeng tried to calm himself down, victory was within reach, he couldn't afford to make any mistakes, for the sake of the Great Qing, for Jing Rong, he had to win!

  He also swung up the Seven Star Treasure Sword and charged towards Liu Ziguang.

  The swords clashed, and the huge force shook Song Qingfeng's tiger mouth numb. He couldn't help but summon 12 points of spirit to launch a fierce attack, using the Wudang sword technique to strike at Liu Ziguang with swift and ruthless blows. However, all of them were effortlessly neutralized by Liu Ziguang, who had his hand behind his back and seemed to be casually parrying Song Qingfeng's full-force sword strikes with an air of leisure and nonchalance.

  Invincible, only fast not broken, Song Qingfeng felt that his sword was already fast enough, but in the eyes of his opponent, it seemed like an eighty-year-old old woman's slow and stumbling pace. This opponent was too strong.

  Liu Ziguang had parried Song Qingfeng's twenty moves in a row before he started to launch a counterattack. The curved knife in his hand suddenly transformed into a cluster of light shadows, enveloping Song Qingfeng.

  Song Qingfeng was overwhelmed, forced to retreat continuously, while Liu Ziguang shouted: "Too slow! You're too slow!" His footwork was mysterious and pressing, his curved knife was like a splash of wind, the urgent sound of clashing swords echoed in the air, suddenly a long hum, Song Qingfeng's treasured sword flew out far away, stuck in the mud still trembling.

  Liu Ziguang stopped in his tracks, coldly staring at Song Qingfeng. Song Qingfeng felt a chill and looked down at his chest, where the silver-white brocade robe had been torn apart, revealing the fine cotton padding underneath with a large character "jian" (meaning "despicable") hanging from the torn edge. Song Qingfeng was shocked beyond words, and when he looked up again, Liu Ziguang had already disregarded him and walked away to chase after the young lady.

  "How can Song Shaoye exchange so many moves with that thief slave? By rights, the outcome should be decided within three moves."

  "Can't you see that clearly? Song Shaoxia is just toying with that thug, exchanging a few moves is just teasing him. Look at Song Shaoxia, after all, he's a disciple of the Wudang Sect, it's obviously a fight, but it looks like a sword dance, this is what it means to have skill, you can't help but admit it."

  A burst of applause, "Song Shaoxia won! Song Shaoxia won!"

  Song Qingfeng's treasured sword pointed at Liu Ziguang's throat, with a proud smile, "This great general, your knife skills are impressive, truly, hearing about you is not as good as seeing you in person. I accidentally ruined the great general's new clothes, please forgive me."

  Song Qingfeng drew his sword and walked to the back of Liu Ziguang, gesturing to the two guards to press down on Liu Ziguang. Then, with a skilled Wudang sword technique, he swiftly severed the two Achilles tendons of Liu Ziguang.

  Song Qingfeng lifted his white bear-fur-lined boots and gently stepped on Liu Ziguang's body with the toe of his foot, exerting a slight force forward, kicking a corpse that had lost its human shape into the sky pit.

  Memories of the past floated before my eyes, as if from another world. Had I done something wrong? Shouldn't I have been enemies with this person? The world, the empire, a beautiful wife and children, the teachings of my master, the emperor's heavy trust... could all these things be regained? Song Qingfeng's clothes were stained red with blood, that last blow had actually struck him deeply, yet he didn't seem to feel it.

  Song Qingfeng is dead.

  The guards who were holding the two ladies hadn't run far when the fight ended. Liu Ziguang displayed his flying leg technique and instantly caught up, flipping over in mid-air to land in front of the guards.

  "You're leaving so quickly, and there are still accounts unsettled with a few people."

  The guards who kept looking back saw Song Qingfeng's tragic death, and even with Song Shaoxia's high martial arts skills, they were powerless to fight back. These low-ranking guards were even more hopeless, the iron arrows in their crossbows had been used up, and reloading was extremely troublesome. The guards could only tremble as they raised the knives in their hands, preparing for a desperate last stand.

  Peng Jingrong's eyes welled up with tears, unable to speak. It was really Liu Ziguang, this young man brought him endless shock again, one person opened a bloody path, one person guarded the city gate alone, and beheaded Song Qingfeng. How did he hide such strength before? And how could he bear to silently serve as a slave for a year? Why is that? There are still many unsolved mysteries on his body.

  Tied up, Peng Jingwei excitedly shouted: "It's 9527, I knew it was him! 9527, come and save me quickly, kill these traitors!"

  The guards were disheartened to the extreme, and the recommender Song Qingfeng was dead. It was unknown whether the Qing army in front would recognize the conditions promised by Song Qingfeng, and behind them were the rebellious slave army and Yu Hualong's rebel army with government troops. None of these forces could bring them safety, and the most terrifying one was this killing god who was right next to them. Last night, they had brutally slaughtered him, and now his ghost came to claim their lives in broad daylight.

  Liu Ziguang suddenly threw away the knife in his hand and hooked his finger at Lu Gaozhi: "You, come here. I've long heard of the mighty reputation of the Shen Tui Road family. If you can surpass me in legwork, I'll spare your lives."

  Hearing that there's a chance to save their lives, the guards hastily push Lu Gaozhi out. "Old Lu, this time it's all up to you!" "Old Lu, for f**k's sake, get some spirit! Everyone's life is in your hands now!"

  Lu Gaozhi walked out of the ranks with a solemn expression, inserted his sword into the ground, and made a starting gesture. Liu Ziguang stood casually, waving his hand: "Come on, don't pretend anymore."

  Lu Gao took a deep breath, trying to calm his mind. He thought to himself that without using knives or guns, he had a better chance of winning. After all, the reputation of the Lu family's "Divine Legs" was not just for show. Since he was three years old, he had been practicing horse stance and leg techniques, enduring bitter training for decades. Now, it was time to put his skills to good use.

  Our lives are in your hands now!

  Lu Gaozhi was really going all out this time! His dizzying whirlwind kick burst forth like a storm, its power even more ferocious than usual. Liu Ziguang's hands fluttered lightly as he swatted away each flying kick, as if shooing away flies. Lu Gaozhi felt like he was kicking into thin air, his full force easily dissipated by the other man's casual slaps. He thought to himself that things were not going well and hastily withdrew his leg, only to find that one of his feet had already been grasped by his opponent.

  Liu Ziguang grabbed one of Lu Gaozhi's legs, grinned wickedly, and gave it a fierce twist. Lu Gaozhi's entire body spun around like a top, and even though he adjusted his movements to follow the rotation many times, he still felt that all the muscles and bones in his leg had been distorted.

  Lu Gaozhi struggled to stand up, with sweat dripping down his nose. He was in pain and terrified, the proud Lu family's divine leg was like a child's play to his opponent, what's the point of continuing?

  Liu Ziguang patted the dirt off his hands and said, "Lu Gaozhi, take a good look, this is what's called a divine leg." With a twist of his body, he sprang into the air, performing a 360-degree rotation in mid-air, completing three and a half flips with a difficulty coefficient of 9.9! The audience's eyes were wide with amazement, their mouths agape.

  Everyone's eyes followed Liu Ziguang's leg to Lu Gaozhi's body, a chain of legs, the orthodox divine leg of the Lu family, and even more orthodox than Lu Gaozhi's leg method. Liu Ziguang can now remember everything at a glance, and Lu Gaozhi's previous leg method has been strongly remembered by him. Due to better coordination and flexibility, the leg method he brought out is even more authentic than the original.

  Liu Ziguang only used half of his strength, fearing that if he used too much power, he would kick Ruhaozhi's head off. Yet, despite this, Ruhaozhi was still left with a mouthful of blood and broken teeth, dazed and unable to see clearly. This must be what it feels like to be struck by the giant hammer on Yunlong Mountain.

  Lu Gaozhi's legs couldn't hold up, and he fell to the ground with a thud, fainting. The second young lady couldn't help but shout: "Kick him well done! 9527 is great!" Liu Ziguang's sharp eyes swept across: "Shut up. There is no 9527 here, only Liu Ziguang!"

  After finishing, he picked up the knife on the ground and beckoned to Yang Meng with his finger. "Yang Meng, it's your turn."