Chapter Forty-Seven: Eradication
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Li Jizong was shocked, he naturally didn't think that this person was talking nonsense, but just wanted to find an excuse. The other party directly exposed the things he had done in recent days, and under the shock, he immediately thought that the other party had caught someone who knew the inside information of the Western Xia army. In the midst of panic, he saw a group of soldiers surrounding him, and from their uniforms, he knew they were all officers of the Xianfeng Army, with Du Shantiger at the forefront, who was deeply resentful towards him. His heart skipped a beat, and he also knew that today's matter had become difficult to end well. In the face of danger, it was precisely this that stirred up the blood in his heart, and a fierce light flashed in his eyes. He stretched out his left hand and grabbed at the neck of the woman standing in front of him. With his martial arts skills, having received personal guidance from the leader of the Muyi Sect and having been on the battlefield, this kind of person was the most terrifying. Just this one move, although not very fast, gave Li Jinhua an unavoidable feeling.
But she had been practicing martial arts since childhood, although the techniques she practiced were battlefield combat skills, which were vastly different from those of the Wulin figures. If it was a one-on-one fight, she would be no match at all, but her quick reflexes allowed her to dodge in time, and as she instinctively shifted her body, her neck narrowly avoided being hit, only to be grabbed by the opponent's large hand on her shoulder.
Li Jizong's mouth curled up in a cold smile, and his hands suddenly gained strength. He had already hated this woman who had ruined his good fortune to the extreme, but at this moment, he couldn't kill her first. He had to break her bones first, then hold her hostage and rush out of danger.
But just as he was about to fall, someone caught him and he heard Li Renquan's annoying voice, "General Li, what are you doing? Don't you dare move a muscle..."
Li Jizong had already made up his mind to leave, and he didn't care what others said. He shook off the person's grasp on his shoulder and loosened his grip on Li Jinhua, who was wearing armor and was slippery to begin with. With one final struggle, she broke free and ran away.
Li Jizong didn't hesitate, following up with another big hand that grasped out quickly like lightning, barely touching the opponent's body. But this slight delay allowed the surrounding soldiers to close in, and just as a fierce gust of wind hit his head, Du Shantiger arrived on the scene, his horizontal knife chopping down from above, showing no mercy in his attack.
His heart was filled with resentment, but he still withdrew his hand that was reaching for Li Jinhua. He took a misstep and immediately used one hand to grab Du Shantiger's wrist. With a slight lean of his body, Du Shantiger's massive frame flew out and crashed into the people behind him, causing them to roll onto the ground. When he got up again, his face was pale, with several strands of blood hanging from the corner of his mouth.
Du Shanhutu's block, Li Jinhua has already escaped the danger, the surrounding soldiers rushed up, and Ma Shang surrounded Li Jizong in the middle. She took advantage of the situation to come behind the crowd, stretched out her hand to take over her own long gun from Li Shu's side, her face was already ugly to the extreme. They never thought that this Qingyang Town's leading general would be a Jianghu person's skill, one misstep and almost lost everything.
As he watched the scene, his face turned even more unsightly. Inside, Li Jizong raised his hand and lifted his foot, and as soon as anyone touched him, soldiers spat blood and fell to the ground. In just a moment, five or six people were injured at his hands. At this time, Li Jizong had already snatched a horizontal knife from someone in the chaos, and it was like adding wings to a tiger, the situation changed greatly. The knife light flashed, dense and continuous, advancing and retreating like lightning, and no one could withstand his single move. From time to time, people were stabbed and splashed with blood, and there wasn't a single survivor under his hands.
The other three generals were also shocked at this time, and things took a drastic turn. It was not surprising that a small fruit guard wanted to take down the fourth-ranking general, but what was even more astonishing was that this general actually possessed profound martial arts skills. They had all reached their current positions through countless battles, and their family backgrounds were naturally not inferior. They were all well-versed in the ways of the world, and they each had many heroes under their command. Li Jizong had always been deep and subtle in his dealings, and he had never revealed even a hint of his martial arts skills to anyone. He was also very casual in his interactions with others, often laughing and joking, and had already established an image of being a straightforward and uncomplicated person. But now, with this sudden display of skill, the generals who thought they knew him well were shocked and surprised, and they couldn't help but wonder what he was really after. Just now, Li Jinhua had said that Li Jizong was colluding with Western Xia, but they hadn't taken it seriously at the time. Now, however, they were filled with doubts and suspicions. Thinking back on past events, they felt that this might not be an impossible scenario after all. If that were really the case, then they had all been caught in his trap from the very beginning, played like pawns in a game...
At this time, more and more soldiers rushed into the camp, surrounding Li Jizong in three layers inside and out. The sound of knives chopping and guns stabbing was like raindrops falling from the sky. Soldiers who were injured or killed were immediately dragged out of the circle. At this point, even if Li Jizong had supernatural powers, it would be useless. No matter how high his martial arts skills were, they were only useful for single combat. When facing a chaotic battle, Li Jizong was initially able to gain an advantage, swinging his horizontal knife like a whirlwind. However, after the initial burst of energy, Li Jizong's body was covered in several knife wounds. He was also extremely brave, silently enduring the pain and ignoring the blood flowing from his body. With one swing of his left hand, he knocked away a long spear that was thrusting towards his heart. His horizontal knife danced through the air, instantly severing an opponent's arm. After withstanding another blow, Li Jizong's body suddenly leapt into the air, but his lightness skill was only a rumor after all. This jump was only over two meters high, but it was enough for him to step on a soldier's shoulder. The sound of bones shattering filled the air as the unfortunate soldier was trampled to the ground, spitting out blood wildly. However, Li Jizong used this momentum to bounce back up and stepped on another person's head. His toes only touched the opponent's head lightly, but it burst open like a rotten fruit...
At this time, Li Jizong's hair was scattered, his face was fierce and cruel like a fierce ghost, no longer with the majesty of a general leading the army, but the killing intent emanating from him made him look like a mad demon.
Li Jizong, who had risen again, was not so lucky this time. The bowstring vibrated, and a blood flower burst forth. Li Jizong's body paused for a moment, and his head had already been cut off in mid-air, falling into the crowd. In the remaining light, more than ten men holding bows and crossbows stood outside the crowd, led by that arrogant young man.
Zhao Shi curled up the corner of his mouth, he saw real kung fu for the first time, it was indeed incredibly powerful, but in such a situation, still jumping into the air as a target, was a practice that had gone crazy.
Not to mention Zhao Shi's disdain in his heart, let's just say that Li Jizong fell to the ground, and the crossbow arrow shot through his thigh, but it was not fatal. His legs softened, and he knelt down on the ground, but his hands did not stop for a moment, opening up the horizontal knife that was about to harm him, and at the same time wiping out the neck of a soldier. A pain in his back, a long spear had already pierced through his shoulder. These people who surrounded him were mostly the remnants of the Xianfeng Army, and they naturally hated this man who had driven them out of Qingyang extremely. The long spear did not stop, carrying his body, and was stabbed into the ground in an instant. The chaotic knives fell, and immediately a hand and foot left his body. Li Jizong was in agony, his eyes were about to split open, and what he saw last was Du Shantiger's pair of eyes that had turned blood red, as well as the flash of a knife.
