The Heavens: Rebirth of Xu Zhu, Recognizing His Father at the Beginning

Chapter 42: Stop killing today

The iron rod in Duan Yanqing's hand became heavier and heavier, and his movements became slightly sluggish when using it.

A slender iron rod weighing only three to four kilograms, when it collided with the long sword in Duan Zhengchun's hand, it made a sound similar to an iron Zen staff, which is evident of his internal strength.

On the other side, although the Duan family's swordsmanship used by Duan Zhengchun was dexterous, his internal strength was still much inferior to Duan Yanqing's.

Sixty moves had passed in the blink of an eye, and a few beads of sweat had appeared on the bridge of Duan Zhengchun's nose.

The sounds of iron rods and swords clashing echoed, and Duan Zhengchun fell into a disadvantage visibly.

Ruan Xingzhu looked anxious, but Ah Zi smiled and chatted aside, not caring about her father's life or death.

In the blink of an eye, the weapons in their hands were separated at the first touch. Duan Zhengchun made three moves with the long sword in his hand, and the internal force of the iron plate in Duan Yanqing's hand became more and more powerful.

When the fourth sword in Duan Zhengchun's hand flew out with a "Golden Horse Soaring into the Sky", Duan Yanqing responded with a "Jade Rooster to Herald the Dawn".

When the swords of the two met each other, the weapons in their hands seemed to be stuck together.

After a moment, the long sword in Duan Zhengchun's hand slowly bent, but the thin iron rod was still like a sharp arrow, heading straight for the vital point.

Slowly looking into the distance, I saw a man in black wearing a bamboo hat and holding three copper plates in his fingers. His specific face could not be seen.

"Nangong hates a person who has no relatives, no connections, no family, no sect, and no worries."

It can be seen that Duan Yanqing is much stronger than Duan Zhengchun in terms of the attainment of Yiyang Finger and the depth of internal strength.

Xiao Feng walked up to Duan Yanqing and wiped the words with the sole of his foot, all the writing on the lower part disappeared, indicating the intention of canceling it all.

In an instant, the place changed again.

Duan Yanqing's pupils shrank, knowing that nothing big would happen today, and slowly nodded to Ye Wuxin.

Azi on the side started talking again.

Bei Qiao Feng's presence here already adds variables. There is also a mysterious figure named Nangong Hen here. I'm afraid it will be difficult for Xiang to succeed today.

Duan Yanqing turned his gaze to Ye Wuxin again, waiting for his answer.

"Today I am forbidden to kill. I don't want to see anyone die in front of me. Please go back."

Hearing the constant chissing sound, it was like writing in the sand. Each stroke of the sixteen characters was written deeply into the stone, which is enough to show the depth of his inner strength.

With a bang, the head of the iron rod was inserted into his left shoulder, and the long sword in his right hand was broken.

The iron rod of Duan Yanqing's right hand collided with Duan Zhengchun's left finger, and the two yang finger forces collided again.

"Why are you here to stir up trouble?"

Duan Yanqing glanced at the copper coins on the iron bar, and did not make any attempt to use ventriloquism.

Hua Hegen, Fan Hua, Ba Tianshi, and Chu Wanli rushed out at the same time, trying to save Duan Zhengchun's life from Duan Yanqing's hands.

In an instant, a strong bloody aura filled the air, and the blood mist enveloped his whole body visibly.

The retainers in Dali quickly welcomed Duan Zhengchun back, looking at Ye Wuxin with expressions full of gratitude. Xiao Feng frowned and took back his steps.

Duan Zhengchun shrank his left hand and felt a numbness. Just as he was getting ready to point his finger again, a black shadow approached him.

"Today's commandment to kill"

Suddenly, a copper coin turned into an afterimage and directly knocked Duan Yanqing and his men away.

Duan Yanqing made a strange sound in his throat, and thrust the iron rod in his right hand straight into Duan Zhengchun's face, trying to kill him with one move.

Not to mention Qiao Feng, this person's internal strength is by no means weaker than him. He is good at using this secret technique. If the opponent is stronger than him, he may suffer the consequences.

This was the first time Ye Wuxin had seen this rare scene of competing internal strength, and couldn't help but take a few more glances.

As soon as his thoughts changed, Duan Yanqing turned his gaze to Xiao Feng beside him, his eyes twinkling.

The copper coin was half-embedded on the iron rod and was intact. The huge force caused the rod body to deform slightly, giving off a faint chill.

Duan Yanqing frowned when he heard this. The precept to kill is one of the ten precepts of Buddhism. Could it be that this person is a monk.

Xiao Feng on the side frowned and was about to take a step to save him.

After reading it, Ye Wuxin said nothing, but slightly unsheathed the long sword in his hand, showing a hint of edge.

"Otherwise, just crawl on the ground and take off. Although it looks a bit ugly, it's still better than being stabbed to death with a stick."

Under the bamboo hat, a gloomy and hoarse voice sounded, causing everyone present to frown.

Hearing this reason, Duan Yanqing was shocked and angry. He stretched out the iron stick in his hand and wrote on the bluestone at his feet.

The name "Northern Qiao Peak, Southern Murong" resounds throughout the world, and everyone in the martial arts world knows it. Who would have expected that they would be able to see it here today.

All you can see is a long, blood-red sword with a scabbard on his waist, and a trace of evil spirit and Zen spirit are slowly intertwined.

After a moment of silence, Duan Yanqing hooked the iron pole, and then raised it again.

After flipping a few times in mid-air to resolve the force, Duan Yanqing landed on the ground and glanced at his head.

"Your Majesty and I have no enmity, so why do you want to ruin my affairs?"

Ye Wuxin remained silent, but Yun Zhonghe beside him spoke.

"Mom, look at what dad used to do with his sword and fingers, but he can only draw a tie with a thin iron rod on the other side. If the opponent uses the iron rod in his other hand, does dad have three more hands?"

Seeing that his internal strength was about to fail, Duan Zhengchun forcefully raised his internal strength and fired at the iron rod with a yang finger.

Ruan Xingzhu looked on with great anxiety, but Ah Zi kept making sarcastic remarks.

Duan Yanqing made a rumbling sound in his throat, and the iron rod in his right hand suddenly fell to the ground. His whole body was like catkins fluttering in the wind. The iron rod in his left hand was still firmly attached to the tip of Duan Zhengchun's sword.

"What a trick! Who are you? Why did you come to disturb the situation?"

In an instant, one person stood with both feet on the ground, his body like a stagnant abyss, motionless. The other person's whole body was in the air, floating like a willow branch in the wind.

As soon as these words came out, Duan Yanqing was shocked, and all the heroes in Dali were moved.

The killing intent condensed into substance, the evil aura that seemed like slowly dripping blood, was like a sharp knife, pressing into the hearts and souls of everyone present.

Duan Zhengchun resisted vigorously and barely survived eight blows, but his internal strength failed during the ninth blow.

Everyone was shocked when they saw this sudden change.

"Brother, I don't know this kid. The man on the side is Qiao Feng, the former leader of the Beggar Clan. Your good apprentice, Soul Chaser Tan Qing, died at his hands."

Duan Yanqing's eyes turned cold, fearing that something might happen again, he swung the iron rod in his hand nine times in a row and rushed towards the vital points of Duan Zhengchun's body.

The iron stick clicked gently and then left gracefully.

Looking at Ye Wuxin coldly, Duan Yanqing said nothing, and Yun Zhonghe left quickly as if avoiding the god of plague.

Ye Erniang glanced at him slowly, picked up the child beside her, and followed Duan Yanqing, singing nursery rhymes half-heartedly, crying and complaining.

A murderous intention entered his mind, and after he slowly suppressed the emotions surging in his body, he sighed quietly.

(End of chapter)