Drunken Swordsman: I choose the ruthless way, why are you crying?

Chapter 65: Refusing to cooperate, I’ve always been used to going my own way!

The sword light flashes!

Qin Hao was surrounded by the people from the Immortal Sword Pavilion, but there was no fear on his face.

His body was as swift as the wind, agile and quick, as if he had merged with the wind.

The Netherworld Demon Sword was wielded in his hand with impenetrable force. The black sword energy crisscrossed like an invisible but deadly web of death.

The Xianjian Pavilion disciples who rushed up had murderous intent in their eyes. They thought that they could easily subdue Qin Hao with their numerical advantage.

However, they underestimated Qin Hao's strength.

Before he could get close to Qin Hao, he was instantly killed by the extremely sharp sword energy.

The sword energy was like a flash of black lightning, fleeting and so fast that people could not react at all.

They didn't even have time to let out a few screams before their lives were gone.

For a while, short screams came one after another and never stopped.

Blood splattered everywhere like blooming blood-red flowers, dyeing the ground beneath their feet red.

The originally dry land was now soaked in blood, emitting a strong bloody smell.

Shanhai was furious when he saw this bloody and tragic scene.

He opened his eyes wide, bloodshot, and his angry look seemed to want to devour Qin Hao alive.

His facial muscles were distorted due to extreme anger, making him look particularly hideous.

He shouted at Qin Hao frantically: "Boy, you dare to kill my Immortal Sword Pavilion disciple!"

The sound was like a loud thunder, echoing in the space and making people's eardrums buzz.

"Surrender immediately, hand over your sword, and then give up your cultivation, and I can still spare your life!"

Shanhai continued to roar, his voice full of threats and oppression.

His breathing was rapid and his chest heaved violently, like a wild beast about to go berserk.

"What if I don't?"

"Then today is the day you die!"

Hearing this, Qin Hao raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a disdainful smile.

That smile was full of sarcasm and contempt, as if mocking Shanhai's arrogance.

He just swung the Netherworld Demon Sword in his hand with smooth movements, without any hesitation.

Another disciple of the Immortal Sword Pavilion fell down instantly, without even seeing how Qin Hao made his move.

The disciple's body fell straight back, with the last trace of astonishment in his eyes still lingering.

Shanhai was furious. His anger had reached its peak and he could no longer tolerate Qin Hao's provocation.

He shouted loudly, his voice filled with extreme anger and strength, and pounced towards Qin Hao himself. The immortal sword in his hand shone brightly, the light was dazzling, like a scorching sun.

This was his strongest attack. He poured all his strength into this attack, vowing to kill Qin Hao.

Shanhai's figure was like an arrow shot from a bow, instantly crossing the distance of space.

The attack was so powerful that the surrounding air seemed to be torn apart, making a sharp whistling sound.

The sound was so creepy that it seemed to devour one's soul.

Under the impact of this powerful force, the air formed visible ripples that spread in all directions.

However, facing such a fierce attack, Qin Hao remained calm.

His eyes were calm, without any panic.

Qin Hao took a deep breath, and the spiritual power in his body circulated rapidly, performing the Supreme Merciless Slash.

A brilliant black light burst out from the Netherworld Demon Sword. The light was like lightning in the darkness, instantly illuminating the surrounding space.

The black light collided with Shanhai's attack. In an instant, light shone everywhere and a powerful impact force spread in all directions.

The surrounding sand and rocks were swept up, raging like a sandstorm, and deep gullies appeared on the ground, as if they had been plowed by a huge plow.

Shanhai was knocked flying by the blow and fell heavily to the ground, creating a huge deep pit.

His face was as pale as paper, bloodless. His eyes were filled with shock and disbelief. This, this person's strength...

He asked in a trembling voice: "What kind of sword move is this?"

There was fear in his voice, and the trembling tone showed the extreme panic in his heart.

He couldn't understand why the strongest attack he had launched with all his strength was so vulnerable in front of Qin Hao.

Qin Hao did not answer, but just looked at him coldly, without a trace of pity in his eyes.

In Qin Hao's eyes, Shanhai was already a dying man, so there was no need to waste words on him.

Then he raised his sword and swung it down in a clean and neat movement without any delay.

Shanhai's head rolled to the ground in an instant, and his wide-open eyes still contained the fear and unwillingness before death.

Perhaps he would never be able to accept that he was defeated by Qin Hao's sword until his death.

When the other Xianjian Pavilion disciples saw that Shanhai was dead, they were frightened out of their wits. Their previous arrogance and conceit disappeared without a trace, and were replaced by fear.

"Please spare our lives, hero! We won't dare to do it again!"

The faces of all the disciples of Xianjian Pavilion turned pale, their bodies trembled uncontrollably, and they knelt down and begged for mercy, hoping that Qin Hao would spare their lives.

Their voices were filled with tears and pleading.

But Qin Hao was not soft-hearted. He raised his sword and killed them all without mercy.

He will not have the slightest mercy for those who want to kill him. Being kind to his enemies is being cruel to himself.

After dealing with everyone in the Xianjian Pavilion, Qin Hao did not stop at all.

He continued to move forward in the direction guided by the Netherworld Demon Sword, and soon arrived at a sword ruins canyon.

There were countless broken swords in the canyon.

Some were deeply inserted into the ground, with only half of the sword body exposed, and those sword bodies were tightly connected to the ground.

Some of them are leaning against the mountain wall, looking shaky as if they would fall at any time. In the breeze, they make slight collision sounds, as if they are humming stories of the past.

These broken swords are of various shapes, with rusty blades. The erosion of time has caused them to lose their former sharpness.

The rust is like wrinkles of time, recording the vicissitudes they have experienced, and guarding this barren land alone.

What Qin Hao didn't expect was that at this moment, there were already many people from various dynasties gathered near Jianxu. They were bustling around, with different expressions on their faces.

However, after looking around, he found that there were no disciples from any sects here, only these dynasty children.

Where did everyone else go?

When the dynasty's descendants saw Qin Hao coming, their eyes were immediately filled with vigilance.

These dynasty disciples had seen Qin Hao before. He was the first of the new true disciples of the Langya Holy Land and his strength should not be underestimated.

For a moment, everyone couldn't help but worry that Qin Hao would take action to snatch the precious opportunity here.

in the crowd.

When the people of the Qin Dynasty saw Qin Hao coming alone, they started to make plans in their minds.

If we can win over this first-ranked master...

The people of the Great Qin Dynasty looked at each other, and then several people came forward. The leader had a hypocritical smile on his face, trying to win over Qin Hao.

Qin Feng's eyes flashed with cunning light, and he said: "My friend, I am Qin Feng of the Great Qin Dynasty. I see that you are very powerful and you are not an ordinary person at first glance."

"Instead of being alone in this Sword Ruins, it is better for you to cooperate with our Great Qin Dynasty and explore the Sword Ruins together. As long as you succeed, I will share the opportunities I get with you. I will never break my promise."

Qin Feng's tone was full of temptation, trying to impress Qin Hao.

Qin Hao glanced at them coldly, without any fluctuation in his eyes, and refused without hesitation: "I, Qin Hao, am used to being alone, and I don't need to cooperate with anyone. I will fight for my own opportunities on my own."

Qin Hao's voice was resolute, leaving no room for fantasy for the people of the Qin Dynasty.

Qin Feng didn't expect to be rejected so bluntly, and his face suddenly became gloomy.

He put away his smile and sneered, "Boy, don't refuse a toast and drink a forfeit! In this Sword Ruins, there are many dangers. Even if you are the best in the true teachings, you can't beat the likes of us!"

"If you don't cooperate with us, don't blame us for being rude! Don't let yourself end up in a miserable situation!"

(End of this chapter)