I actually didn't use much force with this sword, because I was well aware of the sharpness of this ghost-killing sword.
My purpose is very simple, just force this middle-aged man in camouflage uniforms to retreat, because I really don’t want to get bloody in broad daylight, especially in front of Hu Qiu.
The man in the camouflage uniform was slightly stunned. He obviously didn't expect that I was carrying such a thing on my back.
But then a sarcastic sneer appeared on his face.
"What age are you now, and you are still playing with this thing!"
As he spoke, he exerted force on his hand, and the dagger fiercely blocked the ghost-slaying sword in my hand.
"Stop it!" he snorted coldly.
He used a lot of strength, with a sneer of disdain on his face. He was obviously very confident in the dagger in his hand. After all, it was a Japanese precision-forged dagger.
A clang sound was heard, and the dagger and ghost-slaying sword in his hand passed by each other, and the dagger in the man's hand in camouflage uniforms was shortened in two parts.
The front part that was cut off by the Demon Slayer Sword flew forward directly under the influence of huge inertia and was nailed to a big tree nearby.
I was stunned for a moment. I knew that the Ghost Slayer Sword was sharp, but I didn't expect it to be so sharp. It could even cut steel.
The man in camouflage clothing didn't react at first. When he felt something was wrong with the dagger in his hand, he raised his eyes and then froze on the spot.
The initial disdain turned to consternation, and finally to deep shock.
He seemed to be unable to believe what was happening in front of him.
I didn't give him any chance to retreat. The ghost-slaying sword in my hand shook slightly and stuck tightly to his neck.
The sharp blade exudes a cold light. With just one stroke of my hand, I can cut off his carotid artery like tofu.
"Don't move. My mental quality is not very good. If my hand shakes, you will be dead!!" I looked at him coldly and said.
The middle-aged man in camouflage clothes quickly raised his hands and did not dare to move, but his eyes were fixed on the ghost-slaying sword in my hand.
But as he looked at it, his eyes burst out with a burning light.
"Want it?" I looked at him with a sneer.
"What kind of sword is this? Where was it forged?" Camouflage asked.
"Do you dare to rob it in the underworld?" I looked at him with a mocking look on my face.
The man frowned and said nothing, obviously not believing what I said.
"Don't believe it?" I asked,
"Humph, I underestimated this sword, I admit defeat!" He snorted coldly.
"Not convinced?"
"Of course!" A hint of dissatisfaction flashed in the eyes of the man in camouflage clothing.
"Okay, I'll give you a chance!"
As I spoke, I slowly took back the ghost-slaying sword in my hand, and then inserted it into the scabbard again.
When the middle-aged man in camouflage saw that I had actually withdrawn my sword, the corners of his mouth actually raised. A sneer flashed across his face, and he punched me without saying a word.
"Childish!" he said grimly.
I knew this would happen, so I hummed, prepared the lion mark and took a fierce photo.
In order to give the other party enough shock, I stacked three layers of handprints this time, and three layers of lion prints are no longer something normal people can deal with.
There was only a click sound, and several fingers of the middle-aged man were broken directly. The huge impact made his elbows crackle and twist slightly.
The camouflage suit let out a muffled groan, and his eyes suddenly became wide and bloodshot, full of pain and deep shock. He obviously didn't expect that his punch had no effect at all.
I glanced at him lightly and realized that his arm was probably useless!
But I don't have any mercy in my heart. If he hadn't attacked me immediately, maybe I would have spared his life. But this man has a vicious mind and will do whatever it takes to achieve his goal. For such a person, I will naturally retaliate in kind.
The lion mark was struck again, hitting him directly on the chest.
After a muffled bang, the middle-aged man spit out a large mouthful of blood, flew backwards, and fell into the river.
The river water poured into his chest, and he suddenly coughed violently, mixed with a mouthful of lip-red liquid.
Pair after pair of eyes followed the body of the middle-aged man in camouflage clothing as he landed on the water.
The scene was completely silent!
I glanced coldly at the middle-aged man in camouflage uniforms who had fallen into the water, and then set my eyes on the bridge.
Zhou Qingyang looked at the man in camouflage uniforms, his eyes full of shock, obviously he did not expect such a situation.
Especially the expressions on the faces of the other people behind him were even more exciting, but I was not very interested in their reactions, so I skipped Zhou Qingyang and focused my attention on Zhao Jiuzhou.
At this time, Zhao Jiuzhou finally withdrew his gaze and looked at me with a flat expression, obviously showing no interest in the scene that just happened.
He was silent for a moment and then spoke calmly.
"Why are you here?"
"What about you? Why are you here?" I asked, but after I finished speaking, I felt that the question was a bit redundant, so I quickly changed my words and said:
"If I were you, I would take these people away quickly. Don't blame me for not reminding you. It's easy for you to enter this village, but it's not that easy for you to get out!"
Regarding what I said, Zhao Jiuzhou frowned slightly, as if he heard it but not as if he didn't.
But soon, his eyes moved away from me and fell on the village where he was born, his expression slightly solemn.
"It seems you are aware of it too?" I asked.
"I can indeed feel that this village seems a little unusual."
"Then you still won't leave?"
Zhao Jiuzhou seemed to hesitate slightly and looked at Zhou Qingyang.
"Then why don't you leave?" Zhou Qingyang suddenly said coldly, looking at me with eyes full of hostility.
I glanced at him lightly, and then chose to ignore it.
"Zhao Jiuzhou, for the sake of both of us being members of Xuanmen, I have said everything that needs to be said. You can weigh the rest yourself. I still say the same thing, if you don't want to die, don't enter this village."
"Tai, who are you trying to scare?"
Zhou Qingyang cursed angrily, suddenly took out a pistol from his waist and pointed it directly at my head.
"Believe it or not, I will kill you now?"
"Zhou Qingyang, what do you want to do? Are you crazy?" Hu Qiu quickly stood up and stood in front of me.
Zhou Qingyang smiled coldly.
"Your name is Zhang Jiuyang, right? Why, do you hide behind women?" Zhou Qingyang sneered.
I gently pulled Hu Qiu away from me. Looking directly at Zhou Qingyang, my heart gradually became cold.
"Not convinced? Do you believe it or not? Even if I kill you, no one will dare to touch me. If you die, your death will be in vain." Zhou Qingyang said extremely arrogantly.
I nodded, "I believe what you say, but the same words apply to you in this barren mountain. What do you think will happen if you die?"