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In that moment, several bandits dressed in coarse cloth, each wielding a broadsword and a spear, helped Scarface up and began to move away.
Under Imperial Guard Commander Liu Xian, who was riding a black warhorse and holding a long sword over a meter in length, charged towards them.
The passing bandits fell one by one under his strikes; some didn't even dare to stop him. On horseback, Liu Xian had a significant advantage, and with the long sword being so lengthy, it was much easier for him to kill them.
Following behind were dozens of Imperial Guards riding black warhorses, wielding broadswords, trampling over the corpses as if they were stepping on mud, turning the bodies into mush.
These agile Imperial Guards were indeed very formidable, slaying the bandits under their hooves and turning them into meat paste as they reached Qin Sir.
Due to the large rocks rolling down at the start, many horses were injured or killed, causing some to panic and flee. As a result, many of Qin Feng's Imperial Guards lost their horses and had to fight on foot, suffering heavy casualties.
Liu Xian wore a strange smile on his face, knowing that Scarface had been injured by Brother Qin; he was just an insignificant person.
He shouted, "Bandit, don't run! Kneel down and accept your death. Let Liu give you a quick end!"
Scarface looked on in terror; several of his ribs were broken, and he was too weak to continue fighting. He had to escape, but another powerful opponent had arrived.
Several bandits beside him brandished their spears, preparing to confront Liu Xian.
However, Liu Xian's broadsword swung down and easily shattered those wooden spears! They were merely made of ordinary wood with iron tips attached; they were not sturdy at all.
The spearheads flew off as the spears turned into mere sticks.
With another swing of the broadsword, Liu Xian directly severed Scarface's head from his body, sending it flying two meters away. It felt truly satisfying.
The blood gushed forth immediately, splattering onto the faces and bodies of the nearby bandits, causing them to scream in fright as they looked on in horror, dropping their makeshift wooden weapons in fear.
This was the Third Leader! Quite formidable—how could he be slain so easily!
With the Great Longsword, Liu Xian drew a large semicircle in the air, cutting through the necks of several bandits, severing their throats. Blood gushed out, and they immediately fell to the ground, joining the scarred man.
The dozens of Imperial Guards riding Warhorses behind him were also formidable, defeating the nearby bandits. Some were injured, while others were outright slain.
Liu Xian observed the bandits and realized that with the Third Leader slain, they had lost their will to fight. They looked on in terror, most of them ceasing their attacks.
"You bandits, why don't you quickly lay down your weapons and surrender? I can spare your lives, but it will be too late if you hesitate."
The bandits were greatly frightened, each one looking around in panic, unsure of what to do. If they laid down their weapons, they would still face death!
Qin Feng arrived shortly after and swiftly dispatched the bandit holding Xiao Xiao's hand. The bandit was utterly useless; with a single kick, he was knocked down and then killed with one stroke.
Xiao Xiao was also startled, her face pale as she quickly hid behind him. She felt he was truly powerful and realized she had not followed the wrong Husband.
Guan Ping was engaged in fierce combat with several bandits. He had sustained two long wounds on his arm and was bleeding profusely, feeling truly formidable as he fought multiple bandits alone.
Once Qin Feng took action, he quickly eliminated those few bandits. The ones in front fell dead to the ground as easily as killing dogs; one fast runner managed to escape.
Guan Ping gritted his teeth against the pain, tearing off two pieces of cloth to bandage his wounds. "Thank you for saving my life! I thought you were a weak scholar, but I didn't expect you to be so powerful, able to kill these thieves!"
Qin Feng accepted this with a smile! However, he was not weak either; he could fight several bandits at once and was somewhat stronger than the Imperial Guards.
Looking at the corpses strewn across the ground, the heavy smell of blood was truly pervasive. The crimson blood flowed like streams; it was incredibly brutal, reminiscent of Zhang the Elder's horrific battles.
But these mutual killings involved people from the Song State, not the Jin people from the north.
Liu Xian used his Long Sword to slay several more bandits. Although they appeared robust, they had not undergone rigorous training and were full of flaws, proving to be no match.
"Why don't you bandits surrender quickly? If you truly anger me, none will be spared; you'll lie forever like these corpses on the ground!"
The remaining bandits were greatly frightened; a change had occurred. Originally, the bandits had surrounded the Imperial Guards, but now it was the Imperial Guards who had surrounded the bandits!
Initially, their faces were pale with fear, and they intended to drop their weapons and surrender. However, they tightened their grips again, a strange smile appearing on their faces.
"Who is that blind fool making a ruckus up ahead? I, the Second-in-Command of Heifeng Stronghold, am here, and you dare to kill my subordinates? You are truly seeking death; kneel down and accept your fate!"
A loud and arrogant voice rang out. Turning around, one could see a young man wearing a Tiger Skin Coat, dressed in more elaborate clothing than the other bandits.
He held a two-meter-long silver spear, its tip appearing very sharp, likely made from high-quality materials.
Standing at about six feet tall, his face was somewhat pale, but he exuded a heavy killing intent. The spear was covered in red blood from top to bottom, even the part he held was stained.
Blood continued to drip down from it; one could only wonder how many people he had killed to have such blood accumulate.
Behind the young man in the Tiger Skin Coat were over a hundred armed bandits, each looking fierce and terrifying.
They had managed to push back the Imperial Guards in front of them, forcing them to regroup with Liu Xian's Imperial Guards, who appeared very fearful.
Next to him were several bandits escorting a person.
That person was Zhang Mu, the commander of the Imperial Guards. He wore black armor, but his helmet had been knocked off. He had sustained injuries and was bleeding profusely; his face was covered in blood, and there were long wounds on his arms and legs—he was utterly battered and stained red all over.
His hands were tightly bound behind him with a rope, while the bandits were using whips to force him forward, seemingly torturing him on purpose.
Zhang Mu appeared to be in great pain; his body bore long wounds inflicted by this young man. Even walking was a struggle for him.
The previous battle had been extremely intense! After fighting for dozens of rounds, he had been completely defeated without sustaining any injuries himself.
Liu Xian looked on in astonishment; how could Commander Zhang Mu have been defeated by this young man and sustain such severe injuries?
Command Room Zhang Mu However, he is somewhat stronger than himself and possesses great strength. How could he be defeated by this person? Is it because his left hand is injured?
Qin Feng They looked on in surprise. In that battle tonight, he had killed that bull-like Bandit Leader, whose strength and speed were impressive, yet he was captured alive!
Liu Xian Gently urged his Black Warhorse towards the young man, gripping his Long Sword tighter! He calmly observed the young man's strength.
He said, "Do you know that the money and supplies of the Bandits can lead to a death sentence? If you are still unwise, quickly let us pass, and we will spare your life!"
He continued, "First, release the person in front of you. He is very important to us. If you harm him in any way, you will not be spared."
Then came the sound of the whip striking him with several loud cracks. Zhang Mu let out a few cries of agony; he truly could not endure it any longer, covered in wounds!
The few bandits were no longer worried and were laughing mockingly. This was the work of the Second-in-Command. Even your leader has been captured alive, yet you are still talking nonsense; it is truly laughable.
Heifeng Stronghold Second-in-Command Lin Feng burst into laughter, feeling as if he was listening to a joke! Now, they held the advantage, completely blocked in from all sides, yet still negotiating with him.
He suddenly thrust his spear forward, just a few centimeters away from Zhang Mu's neck, moving very quickly.
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