C17 Borrowed Knife

That night, the White Horse City was brightly lit and the entire street was illuminated as if it was daytime by the light of the torches. Since a month ago, a curfew had been imposed on the White Horse City and no one was allowed to go on the streets after the Hai hour. Logically speaking, at this hour, everything should have been peaceful. Everyone should have long gone to bed. However, in the current White Horse City, each torch was like a long dragon, surrounding the entire street so tightly that not even a drop of water could leak out.

These torches were all held by the burly soldiers one after another. They were all dressed in fine armor, and the sabers at their waists were incomparably sharp. There were several hundred soldiers here. It was unknown how many of them were hidden in the shadows. However, even this kind of lineup did not make them feel safe in the slightest. Everyone was looking at a small, dilapidated courtyard in front of them as if they were facing a great enemy.

It was only when a person appeared that the situation changed. Bai Zhanhou stepped out of the crowd and came to the door. It was as if all the soldiers had found their backbone in this moment as their aura changed abruptly. If one were to say that they were a tiger lying in the forest, then they would be a dragon that reached the heavens! Everyone's eyes became filled with killing intent. At this moment, even if they faced an even stronger enemy, they would still dare to risk their lives!

Bai Zhanhou stroked his beard and nodded. It seemed that he was satisfied with the changes. To become a soldier, one had to possess this kind of aura. Only the soldiers who were not afraid of death would have the ability to survive. The more cautious and fearful the soldier was, the faster he would die. On the battlefield, only the moment when the enemy was completely wiped out was the safest moment. Bai Zhanhou immediately understood this logic from the moment he participated in the first war. And now, he was personally handing over this principle to every single soldier.

Bai Zhanhou coldly looked at the small yard in front of him and sneered: "At this point, do you still want me to invite you personally? "Hu Erhu, get out here!" Bai Zhanhou yelled and the aura of a peerless master was instantly released. The surrounding soldiers couldn't help but take two steps back and shouted together with Bai Zhanhou, "Come out and accept your death!"

"Bang!" The already crumbling wall of the small courtyard collapsed with a loud explosion, and a figure walked out from it. That person was no more than five feet tall, had a face full of filaments, looked extremely ferocious, and had five shocking scars running down his neck from the right side of his face. This scar, along with his right eye, was dug out.

Bai Zhanhou looked at Hu Erhu and recalled the information about this person. Butcher Hu Erhu, "Butcher" is not a nickname, but his original profession. When he was young, he was truly a butcher. However, because he had offended a rich and powerful person, his wife had died, his family had been destroyed, and his right eye had been taken away. Later on, this person had a fortuitous encounter and obtained a martial arts secret manual. From then on, there was nothing that could be done about it. However, the powerful and influential person who persecuted him had already been brought to justice. This was precisely the reason why he had never held any goodwill toward officials. After so many years, the number of officials who had died at his hands was at least a few dozen. Although most of those people were corrupt officials, Hu Erhu's actions were tantamount to slapping Tang Dynasty hard in the face. How could the imperial government let him off?

The scar on Hu Erhu's face also injured his throat and lungs, so when he spoke, his voice was muffled like a beast's roar: "Bai Zhanhou? How did you find me? " As expected of a powerhouse above "Bai Xiong", even when facing Bai Zhanhou, he did not show any signs of fear. This was the will of martial arts. No matter how difficult the situation was, it would never lower its head.

Bai Zhanhou smiled without saying a word. His entire person seemed profound and unfathomable, causing Hu Erhu to have a trace of reverence for him. After all, Bai Zhanhou had been fighting in the imperial court and the battlefield for half his life. His mind and methods were not something that a "country bumpkin" like Hu Erhu could compare to.

Bai Zhanhou couldn't help but think back to last night. At that time, someone sent him a message telling him the location of Hu Erhu. By the time he had caught up to him, that person was long gone. Although Bai Zhanhou was not good at Lightness Exercise, he was still a character that belonged to "Bai Xiong". How could an ordinary expert escape from his sight? Only a person with the strength of a hundred heroes was able to do this.

"Interesting." Bai Zhanhou instantly understood what this person meant. He wanted to borrow a knife to kill someone. It was obvious that he wanted to use the blade of the imperial government to eliminate one or two strong opponents. Who could this person be? Bai Zhanhou's thoughts raced. Bai Xiaolian? Lin Hongying? Lei Wanlee? Or someone else? No matter what, Bai Zhanhou felt that he should thank this person. Just as he was worrying that he wouldn't be able to find a place where these people were hiding, someone suddenly brought them here. Hehehe, you want to borrow a knife to kill someone? "Hmph, I'm afraid I might accidentally hurt myself." Bai Zhanhou sneered.

"Attack!" Needless to say more, Bai Zhanhou immediately took action. Unknowingly, a huge Zhanmadao appeared in his hand. The terrifying steel blade in his hand was as light as a butterfly passing through a flower. The huge saber came crashing down, accompanied by the sound of wind and thunder as it tore through the air.

Hu Erhu was shocked as he did not expect Bai Zhanhou to attack without saying a word. Bai Zhanhou had learned all his martial arts on the battlefield, and once his fighting style was released, even if it was an enemy stronger than him, they would probably die under his blade.

Unmatched! Hu Erhu naturally knew the difference between him and Bai Zhanhou. Without mentioning anything else, even the rank above "Baixiong" was higher than him by dozens of places. Not to mention that his opponent had come prepared. Once he got entangled with him, he would no longer be able to escape. Hu Erhu took out a pig slaughtering knife from behind him. He was originally a butcher, and thinking about it, this sharp boning knife was most suitable for him. And this had become a symbol of his future path in the martial arts world.

A blood-red wave of true energy gushed out from every one of Hu Erhu's pores, instantly dyeing him like a man made of blood. Bang! A huge explosion could be heard, and the small courtyard was completely destroyed by the two of them. The surrounding soldiers immediately felt a sharp pain in their ears. Those who were slightly weaker could not help but bleed in their ears. When the two blades clashed, Hu Erhu skillfully dodged most of the force and also used the momentum to retreat backwards. However, even so, he couldn't help but have a sweet taste in his throat as he spat out a mouthful of blood.

How could Bai Zhanhou not have expected this. The moment Wu Junxin had the intention to retreat, countless arrows flew towards him. Hu Erhu spun in the air, borrowing the momentum to slash his Pig Slaughtering Knife into motion like a snowflake. With a "peng pang pang" sound, all the arrows were blocked and dropped to the ground.

However, at this moment, Bai Zhanhou smiled coldly, as if he had succeeded in his conspiracy. Hu Erhu landed far away. His strength had already dissipated and he seemed to be at the end of his strength. Bai Zhanhou caught this opportunity and a short halberd appeared in his hand. It was only the size of his palm, but it was shining with an intimidating cold light. No one knew that Bai Zhanhou was not only a peerless swordsman, but also a top-notch hidden weapon in his hands.

The short halberd turned into a streak of light and instantly caught up to Hu Erhu. The current him didn't have time to react and was pierced in the back by the halberd. However, even though Hu Erhu was seriously injured, he did not die at that time. Instead, the last breath he had left in his heart exploded with unprecedented potential. He instantly jumped into the river and disappeared into the distance.

White Horse City, inside the brothel.

Feng Huixue's drunkenness caused his eyes to relax. Looking at the fire outside the window, the corner of his mouth raised into a faint smile.