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"Buddy, we can finally take a look at the martial arts world." Qi Xing spoke indifferently to the thin sword in his hand. He had a special kind of feeling that lasted for a long time.

Qi Xing pulled out the thin sword from the ground. In his right hand, he held the thin sword. After packing up, he left.

Qi Xing walked on the main road calmly, attracting the attention of others. It wasn't because of how handsome he was, but because the facial features of Qi Xing were too inconvenient for him to look at. When ordinary people saw this, they would definitely not be able to bear it. They would feel extremely disgusted, but this youth had a face like this as he leisurely walked with a calm expression. It was too strange.

At this moment, Qi Xing was walking on a remote road. On both sides of the road, there were large trees. One of the roads appeared abnormally quiet, and not a single sound could be heard. Qi Xing did not stop to walk away slowly.

Drive, drive, drive

Suddenly, a caravan with a total of more than 20 people appeared at the back of the group. Directly in front of the caravan was a middle-aged warrior on a big horse, his aura calm and steady. Behind him were two horse carriages that were travelling on people's carriages and three horse carriages that were used to transport goods. On both sides, there were more than a dozen warriors protecting the caravan in the middle. Qi Xing glanced at them for a moment and then retracted his gaze. The middle-aged man looked at Qi Xing curiously, then didn't pay any more attention to him. The caravan was extremely fast as they hastily flew past the Qi Xing, bringing up a cloud of dust as they disappeared from their field of vision. Qi Xing squinted his eyes and waved his sleeves to clear the dust away.

Qi Xing's speed was not fast. After walking forward for two miles, he turned a corner and suddenly saw a group of people in front of him. Qi Xing was shocked. It was the caravan he met before, but now it seemed to be fighting with someone else. Outside the caravan, a group of masked men dressed in black were violently attacking the caravan. The warriors of the caravan tried their best to guard the carriages from the masked men. The middle-aged man was now standing in front of the caravan, holding a large blade in each hand. He forced the masked men to retreat one by one. Qi Xing was shocked by the strong wind.

While Qi Xing was still in a daze, the black clothed man discovered Qi Xing. One of the men in black made a choking motion towards the man in black, and the two men in black suddenly charged towards Qi Xing. He stabbed his sword towards Qi Xing, only to see Qi Xing rushing towards him all of a sudden. Qi Xing squinted and unsheathed the sword in his right hand. A sword light suddenly appeared and slashed right across their necks. Qi Xing slowly retracted his sword and moved forward. When Qi Xing passed by, the bodies of the two men in black fell to the ground with a thud, lifeless.

"Chi, what a fast sword!" When the black-clothed man saw this, he couldn't help but suck in a breath of cold air.

At this moment, the middle-aged man also noticed the approach of Qi Xing. Seeing the black clothed man fall behind Qi Xing, he heaved a sigh of relief. It was good that he was not his enemy.

"Brother, please help us kill this group of black-clothed men. There will be thanks afterwards. " The middle-aged man knocked back a black-clothed man with a single slash and drew out the time to align the stars as he requested.

One of the masked men in black among the group saw the sudden intrusion of Qi Xing, and waved his hand, "Kill!" The masked man was the first to rush into the group of middle-aged men. A dagger suddenly appeared in the masked man's hand. The cold light was so piercing that it hurt his eyes.

When the middle-aged man saw the masked man approaching him, he immediately became cautious. He did not dare to be careless, and slashed his seven-foot-long blade at the masked man. The tyrannical blade light streaked across the air like a meteor, arriving in front of the masked man in an instant. The masked man shifted his feet and dodged the blade light. His body suddenly accelerated as he charged up explosively. The middle-aged man looked grim as he swung his broadsword at the masked man. This slash was peerlessly domineering and extremely fast. The masked man did not panic as he raised his dagger to block the middle-aged man's blade!