The Sword Master God's Journey to Face Slapping

The female official holding the tray looked solemn and calm. Facing Xuanyuan's ridicule and disdain, she pursed her lips more tightly. Her face was still expressionless, but her eyes clearly revealed some inexplicable emotions.

She clenched her hands on both sides of the tray. Because she was too strong, her veins were slightly popped: "General Qing, this is the order of His Majesty." She sighed faintly, her voice was almost inaudible, "No one can stop it."

Xuanyuan narrowed his eyes, raised his head and took a deep look at the female official. If the plot is correct, he remembered that this person would be Feng Qingyun's capable general in the future and make great contributions to Feng Qingyun's policy of gender equality.

The plot did not mention why this female official stood on Feng Qingyun's side so firmly and worked hard for her policy of gender equality, but at least Xuanyuan could be sure of one thing at this time.

That is this person, who has no ill will towards him, and may even sympathize with Qing Wu's experience. Only those who have truly experienced the pain brought by the low status and unfair treatment of men can truly understand this feeling of oppression and want to change.

This female official is undoubtedly one of them. Well, let's keep this person in the palace, maybe she can be useful in the future.

Xuanyuan gently placed his right hand on the hilt of the sword and stood up slowly. He did not even look at the tray in the female official's hand. He just tilted his head and curled his lips, and asked in a light tone: "Where is His Majesty now?"

The female official frowned, not understanding why Xuanyuan suddenly asked this matter, but she felt pity and sympathy for Xuanyuan in her heart. Thinking that after drinking the wine in the cup, his soul would die, she felt very sad, so she softened her heart and whispered: "At this time, His Majesty is still discussing matters in the Phoenix Palace to prepare for the banquet for meritorious soldiers tonight."

In fact, it was not preparing a banquet, but discussing with the ministers what rewards to give to these meritorious soldiers, whether it was gold and silver treasures, or the title of beauty, or even... If Qingwu died, to appease these colleagues and comrades who had fought with Qingwu.

The sarcasm and disdain on Xuanyuan's face became more and more serious. He sneered and narrowed his eyes in an ambiguous way. This was really ironic, wasn't it? Today was the day to execute Qing Wu, the hero who defeated Huangyu Kingdom, but it was also the day to reward the meritorious soldiers of the border army.

"That's just right." Xuanyuan suddenly smiled, then his right hand suddenly grasped the hilt of the sword, and with a swish, he pulled out the long sword. After the bright and sharp long sword was unsheathed, the blood-red light fell on the sword edge, reflecting a dazzling light.

Seeing Xuanyuan suddenly unsheath his sword, the female official holding the tray pursed her lips and said in a low voice: "Even if you kill me, it will be useless. Your yard is surrounded by 500 guards. They are all experienced in battles. You have absolutely no way to escape from their encirclement."

Xuanyuan smiled lightly, but there was no smile at all. Instead, it seemed extremely dull: "I don't intend to kill you." His eyes swept over the female official indifferently, without any warmth.

What's the point of killing her?

"It's just 500 people. No matter how experienced they are, these people, these guards, have they really been on the battlefield?" Xuanyuan's thin lips were slightly hooked, his expression was cold and icy.

With a snap, Xuanyuan's long sword gently lifted the female official's wrist, and the tray and poisoned wine in her hand fell to the ground, making a crisp sound, and the jade cup fell to the ground, and the blood-red wine spilled and splashed.

Listening to Xuanyuan's cold words, the female official suddenly felt a sudden shock in her heart for some reason, and then suddenly remembered that this man was a soldier who had fought on the frontier battlefield for many years, and was a Shura who had killed in the battlefield and had blood on his hands.

But His Majesty looked down on him because he was a man. When he was detained, he didn't even take away his weapons. He thought that he could be detained by 500 guards and that he couldn't resist?

This was the last thought that flashed through the female official's mind. The next moment, she felt a pain in the back of her neck, as if she was hit hard, and then her eyes went black, she didn't know what was going on, and she didn't know what happened next.

After knocking out the female official who brought the poisoned wine, Xuanyuan held the long sword in his right hand, pushed open the door of the room and walked out. Just as the female official said, hundreds of soldiers in armor stood in the yard. They were neatly armored and had a great momentum. They were definitely not ordinary troops.

Seeing Xuanyuan coming out of the room, the captains of the five hundred guards frowned and shouted coldly: "Qingwu, are you going to disobey His Majesty's order? You must know that disobeying the order is a capital crime!"

"Tsk." Xuanyuan's thin lips curled slightly, and his phoenix eyes were cold, "I will die if I obey the order, and I will also die if I don't obey the order. In this case, I want to die with a clear mind, and I also want to ask clearly before I die whether His Majesty will feel uneasy when treating loyal and good people like this."

Raising his right hand, Xuanyuan pointed his long sword at the five hundred guards. There was only a murderous and cold face on his handsome face. He whispered: "No need to say anything more. If you want to stop me, there is only a battle."

"Order, the guards will kill Qingwu, no mercy!" The captain waved his hand and ordered, his voice was extremely cold, and the next moment she drew the long sword at her waist and rushed towards Xuanyuan first.

Following her order, the guards who were originally guarding the yard rushed towards Xuanyuan without hesitation. Each of them was a veteran soldier. Once the captain gave the order, they would complete the task without fail. So they rushed towards Xuanyuan without hesitation.

Although the five hundred guards were not the most elite among the guards, their strength should not be underestimated. Although they had never been on the battlefield, they were brave and good at fighting. They were not afraid of death, and everyone led by example.

When the five hundred guards rushed over with weapons in hand, Xuan Yuan brushed Qing Wu's sword in his hand, and the sharp sword edge was dyed bloody under the sunset. He murmured: "... Let me try, without spiritual power, relying only on skills and swordsmanship, can I fight a hundred with one person."

Before the words fell, Xuan Yuan had already rushed out with a long sword in hand. His speed was not fast, and even the murderous aura on his body was not strong. But when he faced the guards with a long sword in hand, he did not retreat at all. Even the sharpness and sword energy on his body made countless guards who rushed over feel that they dared not face him directly.

"Shoot!" The captain who was in the front roared, and then chopped down Xuanyuan with the heavy sword in his hand. She was the fastest and the one who led by example. When the order was given, she had already rushed in front of him, and the heavy sword in her hand danced with the sword wind, and smashed down heavily.

Xuanyuan's handsome face did not show any emotion, but his eyes were surprisingly bright. He not only looked at the captain who rushed towards him, but also looked at all the enemies he faced. There were many guards, and they could form a siege, but each time Xuanyuan faced not many opponents, only more than ten people.

The trouble was that after killing the enemies in front, there were guards behind to make up for it. Unless these 500 people could be killed, the people who surrounded him would continue to pour in.

Xuanyuan's footsteps were ghostly, but he came to the captain's side in a turn. The long sword stabbed out at an angle, and with a light sound of "puchi", the long sword had already sunk into the armor, blood splattered out, and Xuanyuan turned his wrist and pulled the long sword out from the gap in the armor.

When the captain fell down with a pale face, Xuanyuan took advantage of the situation to turn around, tapped the ground with his toes, and jumped up agilely. He kicked away the two people rushing behind him, and at the same time, the long sword swept across, scratching the fragile necks of several guards, leaving a blood mark.

However, in an instant, several guards who were originally blocking Xuanyuan had fallen, but these guards were well-trained. Although several of them were defeated by Xuanyuan in an instant, no one retreated, and someone immediately filled the vacancy.

Xuan Yuan was completely in the mood. His eyes were extremely bright. His robe with a dark background and silver patterns was stained with a lot of blood. He swung his sword and killed people. Xuan Yuan forgot all the trivial matters at this time, and only focused on killing the enemy in this tragic battlefield.

He did not use spiritual power or powerful strength. He relied purely on his swordsmanship, skills, and intuition and ruthlessness trained in life and death. Xuan Yuan's footsteps were extremely ghostly, almost like a slippery fish swimming in the water. Although the surging water was full of mysteries, it did not hurt the fish swimming freely in the water at all.

Avoiding the long sword that was chopped in the face, Xuan Yuan stabbed his long sword to the side and blocked the heavy sword. He exerted force on his wrist and turned the heavy sword, and he himself turned around with this force and kicked the owner of the long sword away.

The heavy sword was deflected and slashed straight at a person beside Xuanyuan with endless force. When the person dodged, the sharp sword was waiting there silently, and took the person's life with a light stab.

There were no words, no screams, only the sound of weapons clashing and heavy objects falling from time to time.

When the last rays of sunset fell, there was only one person left standing in this extremely remote dark prison.

Only one person.