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"That's enough!" These words seemed to have a strange magic to it that caused the Yellow Falcon to put down the gun in its hand. It didn't rush to kill Huyan Xiao, who was hurting Li Ye, instead, it cautiously looked at the charming man in front of it.

That extremely cautious look in his eyes already showed just how much of a threat this man was to the Yellow Falcon.

The evil looking man laughed, his hand on the hilt, pulling out half an inch, revealing a mottled old knife, but this blade alone made the Yellow Falcon break out in cold sweat, and he brazenly made his move, the Damascus Steel Spear sweeping towards the evil looking man's head.

The man took a step back, drew out his mottled long blade and easily blocked the Yellow Falcon's attack. He squinted his eyes, smiling at the falcon and said, "Didn't I already say, that's about it?"

However, his narrowed almond eyes exuded a cold killing intent. Deep down in his heart, he didn't plan on doing more than that!

The two of them soared into the sky at the same time, as fast as lightning, but also as light and nimble. One of them wore green clothes, held a silver iron spear in his hand, and looked as dashing as the wind, like an Azure Dragon roaming the nine heavens. The other was wearing a purple robe, holding a red iron long blade.

He only saw a green and a purple ball of mist floating in the sky. With the clanging sounds, two streaks of silver-red light appeared unceasingly, causing people to feel dazzled and could only sigh.

Moments later, the two of them separated again. It was as if nothing had happened between them. Only the mottled marks on the ground were evidence of the exchange between the two of them.

"What are you doing here? Isn't it better to stay in your Ling Bei Country!? " The Yellow Falcon gripped the Damascus Steel Spear tightly as it turned its head to look at the bruised and battered Li Ye. It hadn't been able to gain anything from the exchange just now. It would be difficult to avenge Li Ye.

"If even you, Li Jiding, can freely walk in the Wei, then why can't I, Xi Jing Jing, do the same?" That charming man also directly said out his name that moved the martial artist's heart.

Killing people was as easy as pie. Xi Zhijin!

This was a simple name, but his previous title was not a simple one.

The reason why his blade was rusted was not because it was not good enough, but because there was always blood on his blade.

Those who knew him well would fear him. Those who knew him well would stay far away from him.

His reputation for murder came from one thing, which was that he had single-handedly massacred the Good Day Horse Gang, killing all one thousand and two hundred men of the Ma Gang until there was no room for women and children. Afterwards, he did not feel any guilt at all, as if he had just killed a bunch of ants.

But what really made him feel like killing people was his answer afterwards.

People asked him why, whether he was offended by the horse gang or if they did something shameful, but he just shook his head and laughed.

I'm happy!

It was precisely this kind of sinless villain that made everyone who knew him avoid him, fearing that this hoodlum would cut his head off just because he was happy.

As far as the Yellow Falcon could remember, this devil had always been in the northern part of the mountain, and had never been to the Great Wei Empire. This was why the Yellow Falcon was so shocked when it saw this man.

That scar was left behind by Xi Zhijing!

Xi Zhijing laughed. His body flickered and the rusted blade in his hand appeared out of nowhere. He moved quickly and his blade art became even fiercer. One blade turned into more than ten blades as he slashed at the Yellow Falcon.

The Yellow Falcon looked at the sky full of terrifying sabers skills. It was flabbergasted and continuously parried the attacks. However, there was still some panic in its movements, and it was unable to defend itself.

"What is it? You haven't improved in so long? " Xi Zhijing could also see the Yellow Falcon's distress. The speed of the blade in his hand increased, and the shadows of the blade increased. Dozens of red blade-shadows appeared in front of the Yellow Falcon.

Hearing Xi Zhijing's taunting, the Yellow Falcon's hand couldn't help but tremble, because it wanted to retort, but this flaw in his hand was seen through by Xi Zhijing, and the blade in his hand was even sharper, wanting to use this weakness to directly seize victory.

However, the Yellow Falcon did not panic at all. Instead, there was a faint smile on its face. It took a deep breath and the strength in its hands suddenly increased, the spear shaft heavily smashing onto Xi Zhizhan's blade and sending him flying a few feet.

Since my speed cannot compare to yours, then I will win with strength.

If the winner's speed was slow, then the loser would lose. If the winner's strength was high, then the loser would perish. Then let's see if you slow down first, or if you run out of strength first. Whoever had the decadence first would lose.

There was a smile on Xi Zhijing's face, but he seemed very interested in the new move of the Yellow Falcon. He laughed out loud, and with a leap, he slashed towards the Yellow Falcon while laughing loudly, "Who told you my sword was only fast?"

The Yellow Falcon immediately felt that something was wrong with Xi Zhizhan's saber technique.

Sometimes it was quick, sometimes slow, sometimes light, sometimes heavy. Sometimes the knife that the Yellow Falcon used to break the falcon was just a feint, while other times, the knife that the Yellow Falcon did not care about was a killing move.

After using this technique, the Yellow Falcon felt that the man in front of it was even more difficult to deal with than before. It had no choice but to focus all of its attention on receiving its next attack, unable to relax for even a moment.

Since I can't kill you this time, I'll slowly grind you down.

This was Xi Zhijing's intention, and the Yellow Falcon knew it as well. However, Xi Zhijing was still brazenly using his shameless sabresmanship. He knew that it was impossible for the Yellow Falcon to ignore this sabre technique, so it could only focus on dealing with it wholeheartedly.

"Let's call you Wang Tong, don't just stand there. Drag that brat away, then we'll leave. It's not good to stay in Great Wei Li for too long!" Xi Zhijing looked at Huyan Xiao who was watching the fight between the two and said anxiously.

He didn't know why, but his eyelids kept jumping up and down. He had a feeling that something bad was going to happen in the future.

Hearing this, Huyan Xiao was no longer in a daze, supporting himself with his body, he slowly walked towards Li Ye.

Seeing that, the Yellow Falcon let out a loud cry. It no longer looked for flaws in Xi Zhijing's weird sabre technique, and instead swept out its spear, knocking Xi Zhizhan to the side and rushing towards Huyan Xiao anxiously.

"Don't run, continue!" Xi Zhijing was trying to prevent the Yellow Falcon from achieving its objective. He waved the dagger in his hand and blocked the Yellow Falcon's path.

The moment the Yellow Falcon saw him, Huyan Xiao was only a few meters away from Li Ye. In a few breaths time, Li Ye would be taken away by Huyan Xiao.

Xi Zhijing sneered as he caught the spear with ease. Unexpectedly, he was unable to withstand the Yellow Falcon's furious attack. He threw the enemy far away, smashing apart several walls before he finally came to a stop.