The Martial God who started at Mantuo Manor

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How could such a vicious and brutal person commit such a crime in the street!

Without a second thought, his right hand was already on the hilt of the sword at his waist. With a clang, the longsword was drawn half an inch from its sheath. He took a step forward and was about to leap out of the window, shouting angrily, "Stop!"

You villains

"Under the clear blue sky, how dare you petty scoundrels act so presumptuously!"

Before he finished speaking, he leaped from the third-floor window like a blue eagle!

The Taoist robe fluttered in the wind, and with a turn in the air, it landed steadily in front of the black-clad pursuers, blocking their path.

With a "clang," the longsword was fully drawn from its sheath, its tip pointing diagonally at the ground, its blade gleaming with a cold light, and an aura of righteous indignation emanating from it.

When the people on the dock saw someone step forward, their panicked and fleeing steps faltered.

The men in black only had eyes for the fleeing target ahead, and regarded the Taoist priest in green robes who suddenly appeared as an accomplice who was there to meet them.

They didn't even bother to utter a single unnecessary word, and their offensive continued unabated as they turned their attention to Zhang Cuishan.

Two long swords, one on the left and one on the right, cutting through the wind with a sharp sound, separated Zhang Cuishan's head and abdomen, working together seamlessly!

Their objective was clear: to eliminate this obstacle as quickly as possible and then pursue their target.

Zhang Cuishan's eyes sharpened. Using the Wudang School's "Ladder Cloud Leap" footwork, his figure floated backward half a zhang like a willow catkin. His longsword, though delayed, struck first, tracing a smooth and flawless arc. "Clang! Clang!"

Two crisp metallic clangs rang out as his "Tai Chi Circular Turn" technique caused the two longswords to deviate from their course, their immense force being uncontrollably dissipated to both sides.

The man on the left, his blade flying out of control, swept towards a pancake stall next to him. The wooden stall, half a person's height, was cleaved in two with a crash, scattering scalding charcoal and pancakes all over the ground, nearly scalding a little girl hiding behind it!

The man on the right, guided by Zhang Cuishan's sword force, suddenly swung his knife upwards!

"Pfft!"

A dull thud as a sharp blade pierced flesh shattered the cacophony of the dock.

Not far away, a teahouse waiter was peeking out to watch the commotion, a clean rag slung over his shoulder, a curious smile on his face.

The out-of-control blade flashed across his neck, and a fine head, accompanied by a spray of blood, rolled to the ground.

The headless cavity swayed twice before collapsing to the ground with a thud, like a puppet whose strings had been pulled out.

Blood splattered all over the faces of the stunned bystanders.

"Ah! Killing!"

Screams erupted everywhere, and the entire dock was in complete chaos!

The men in black ignored this "accidental injury".

Seeing Zhang Cuishan's exquisite swordsmanship, one of them immediately changed his strategy. He lowered his body and stopped fighting him. Instead, he slipped past him like a cat and pounced on the man with the broken leg who was already terrified.

Zhang Cuishan was furious; saving lives was the priority!

With a stomp of his foot, he moved like an arrow released from a bow, catching up with the man in black in an instant and striking him in the back with a palm!

The man in black reacted swiftly, tumbling to the side to dodge.

The two chased and dodged, their speed so fast that they were just afterimages.

But in that very chase and dodge, in the blink of an eye, the battle had already taken an irreversible turn.

Zhang Cuishan's palm strike missed, but his body did not stop. He flipped his wrist, his five fingers forming a claw, and grabbed at the back of the neck of the rolling man in black.

The man in black, while in mid-air, twisted his waist and swung his sword upwards, forcing Zhang Cuishan to withdraw his claws, change his move, and parry with his sword.

"clang!"

Another crisp sound!

In the brief moment of their exchange, two other men in black had already pounced on the two surviving fugitives like ghosts.

One of them, facing the leader with a bloody hole in his shoulder and a terrified expression, remained expressionless. The long knife in his hand transformed into a cold, straight line, simply, directly, and without any fancy moves, thrusting forward.

"puff!"

The sound of a sharp blade piercing a throat was so clear it sent chills down one's spine.

The fugitive's eyes widened, and he instinctively covered his neck with both hands, but he couldn't stop the blood gushing out from the knife wound and between his fingers.

He made a hoarse, bellowing sound in his throat, swayed twice, and then fell straight backward, the light in his pupils quickly dimming.

On the other side, the fugitive, whose leg had been severed and who was howling in pain on the ground, didn't even have time to see who was coming.

Another man in black was already standing in front of him, looking down at him with a cruel, cat-and-mouse-like gaze.

He didn't use a knife, but slowly raised his foot, his hard-soled boot heel aimed at the man's still-wailing mouth, and then—stomped down hard! Mei, what about me? I'm busy. Lin, what about you? You're busy...

"Crack!"

A sickening sound of bones shattering!

The man's screams abruptly ceased as his entire jawbone was shattered by the stomp, and blood mixed with broken teeth and bits of flesh gushed from his deformed mouth.

Immediately afterwards, the man in black, without even looking, swung his sword backhand and stabbed it into the man's back like a nail, pinning him firmly to the bluestone slab of the dock.

All of this happened the instant Zhang Cuishan turned around and parried the knife.

When he turned back to try to rescue them, all he saw were two bodies that were still twitching slightly, but had already died.

The two men in black, who had just finished their killings, deftly wiped the blood off their weapons onto the victims' clothes, then slowly straightened up and rejoined their companion who had been entangled by Zhang Cuishan.

They looked at Zhang Cuishan coldly, as if he were a dead man.

Zhang Cuishan froze.

His longsword remained in a parrying stance, but his mind went completely blank for a moment.

Chapter 68: They don't look like mother and daughter!

"Who are you?"

The leader of the men in black stood with a still-warm corpse under his feet, and drops of blood from the tip of his long sword dripped onto the ground with a soft "plop".

His voice was hoarse, like two pieces of iron rubbing together, and his eyes were so cold they lacked any warmth, staring intently at the Taoist priest in green robes who had inexplicably appeared before him.

Zhang Cuishan's face was icy cold.

He didn't look at the men in black, but instead scanned the innocent civilians, dead or wounded, lying in pools of blood, inch by inch.

Overwhelming rage and endless self-reproach clashed within him, threatening to tear him apart.

He slowly shifted his gaze back to the face of the leader of the men in black, the longsword in his hand trembling slightly, emitting a mournful "humming" sound.

"Wudang..."

He spoke, each word seeming to be squeezed out from between his teeth, carrying the taste of blood and fire.

"Zhang, Cui, Shan!"

He pronounced his name slowly and deliberately, his voice suddenly rising like a thunderclap, making everyone present's eardrums buzz!

The tense atmosphere instantly reached its peak, and a fierce battle was about to break out!

Just then, a series of neat and heavy footsteps, accompanied by the clanging of armor, came urgently from one end of the dock.

"The government is handling the case!"

"No bystanders allowed!"

A loud, powerful shout rang out, and dozens of constables dressed in their official robes, wielding fire and water clubs and broadswords, led by a stern-faced head constable with an official sword at his waist, rushed forward and quickly surrounded the chaotic scene.

At almost the same time, a commotion arose from the direction of the fleet.

"It's Fifth Uncle!"

More than twenty Wudang disciples, all dressed in blue Taoist robes and carrying long swords, arrived at the scene, led by an older Taoist priest.

Upon seeing the horrific scene before them, and Zhang Cuishan, surrounded by three men in black and furious, their faces instantly turned frosty, and they all drew their longswords with a clang.

With government officials in front and powerful allies behind, they were well-positioned to fight.

The three men in black were surrounded, yet they showed no remorse whatsoever for being prisoners.

Facing the gleaming broadswords of the officials and the hostile swords of the Wudang disciples, they showed no signs of nervousness. Instead, the leader's lips curled into an extremely contemptuous and cruel sneer.

It was as if those people around him, representing the government and the righteous path of the martial arts world, were nothing more than a bunch of chickens and dogs in his eyes.

The head constable, who was about forty years old, had a full beard and an air of authority and anger.

He strode forward, standing no more than five feet from the leader of the men in black, and slammed the hilt of his official sword heavily on the ground, demanding, "Who are you thugs, daring to commit violence in the streets of Jinling City!"

Surrender now!

The leader of the men in black didn't even lift his eyelids; he simply took out a token from his pocket with a leisurely air.

The token was made entirely of an unknown black metal, extremely heavy, and hexagonal in shape. It had no inscriptions on it, only a ferocious beast head pattern that seemed ready to devour someone.

He didn't say anything, but casually tossed the token towards the head constable.

The constable instinctively reached out and caught it. The moment his eyes fell on the token, he felt as if he had been struck by lightning from the heavens, and his whole body trembled violently!

His face, which was full of majesty and menacing a moment ago, turned deathly pale in an instant.

His lips trembled, and his hand holding the official knife shook as if he had epilepsy, almost dropping the knife altogether.

The look in his eyes as he gazed at the man in black had shifted from scrutinizing a prisoner to a deep-seated, bone-chilling fear, like a lowly official looking up at an imperial envoy.

"Shang...Shangguan..."

Two words were squeezed out of the constable's trembling mouth, his voice so soft it was like a mosquito's buzz, filled with obsequiousness and fear.

He bowed, held the token in both hands, and respectfully handed it back, not even daring to look the other person in the eye.

This dramatic scene stunned everyone present.

Zhang Cuishan was struck as if by a heavy blow; his mind went blank, and he could hardly believe his ears.

Before anyone could react, the constable's expression completely changed, instantly shifting from terror to ferocity. He whirled around and roared at his officers, a stark contrast to his previous demeanor: "What the hell are you all standing there for?!"

Can't you see several adults conducting official business?

The scene has been sealed off!

Get rid of all these onlookers and meddlesome江湖人 (jianghu people)!

quick! "