Battling Records of the Chosen One

38. A Narrow Victory

At the northwest corner of Feiyun village located a row of old houses, worn down by the years without repair.

When Lin Xun laid eyes on them, he knew instantly he was surrounded and was left with no room to retreat.

In his front, three guardians were closing in with a triangle formation. Their faces twisted, and their eyes glared with hatred and killing.

In his back, Lian Rufeng was waiting for him with a longsword in his hand.

It seemed Lin Xun would not be able to escape.

To their surprise, he was not nervous at all. He had a faint smile on his lips, yet his eyes were cold as ice.

He had known it would be hard before the fight was started. He even felt relieved that he was surrounded by Lian Rufeng and three village guardians, not the dangerous old man with a goatee beard.

Lian Rufeng laughed, in a ferocious way. "Little bastard, why don't you keep running?"

Lin Xun smiled. He tapped the ground with the tip of his toes, spun backwards and flew at Lian Rufeng, leaving his back unprotected.

The three guardians were first frozen and then rejoiced, all swinging their weapons at Lin Xun.

The guardian with a short axe took the lead.

The next second, he was in great shock that Lin Xun, who was supposed to rush forward, paused suddenly, bent his back like a spring and rotated in the air.

Sky Breacher was swung a half circle at the same time.

From a distance, Lin Xun and dagger were integrated as one, spinning like a top in the air. The edge whirled up a swirl.

This was the "spinning" move of the Six-word Saberplay.

It was treacherous and ruthless when spinning of the knife could create a swirl.

Puff!

The guardian's arms were cut off, but he was unable to steady his body then. He ran directly into the swirl of the edges and got his head severed in an instant!

His arms and head flew in the air, and blood spattered everywhere. It was gruesome.

The other two guardians, one step behind, watched the scene helplessly. They were shocked as hell, and dodged with a rush.

But they underestimated Lin Xun, who continued to bolt at them with a swinging dagger.

"Son of a bitch!"

Lian Rufeng hurried to rush at Lin Xun. His face was twisted, his breath intense, and his longsword cutting the air as furiously as raging fire and as fast as lightening.

Even he had failed to expect that Lin Xun could swing around and catch the three guardians off guard!

Such diversion tactic was not worth mentioning for him, but that Lin Xun could kill one of his guardians with one blow in hand-to-hand combat, leaving him no time to rescue, shocked him.

He could not restrain his rage any longer when he saw the rest two guardians were at risk.

His black sword, howling through the air like a viper out of its hole, cut right at Lin Xun's back.

It was a ruthless and cunning blow. If Lin Xun wanted to stay alive, he had to evade and gave up his attack on the two guardians.

Little did Lian Rufeng thought that Lin Xun seemed not be aware at all, neither eluding nor stopping his chasing on one of the guardians.