Chapter 51 "Bloody Raft"

Jiang Mang's gaze returned to the battlefield.
Li Ji's sword clashed with Sun Biwu's giant axe, creating sparks.
Sun Biwu took the initiative and broke the stalemate of the battle.
One-handed throwing axe was thrown towards Li Ji like a shooting star, while the whole person leaped into the air.
Sun Biwu, without the burden of a giant axe, instantly gained a boost in both speed and agility, closely following behind the rapidly spinning axe.
Facing the rapidly enlarging giant axe in front of him, Li Ji leapt up fiercely.
If he were one second slower, Li Ji's legs would have been severed by the giant axe.
As Li Ji leapt into the air, his left foot lightly tapped on the giant axe, using it to leap to an even higher altitude.
Jianyi, Rihigashi!
Sun Biwu did not expect that Li Ji did not avoid his axe, Li Ji disrupted his follow-up moves. The most lethal thing is that the trajectory of the giant axe was changed by Li Ji's kick, and he couldn't catch back his giant axe!
In the face of Li Ji's sword, he had nowhere to hide while in the air.
This sword firmly pierced through Sun Biwu's left rib. As Li Ji pulled out the sword, blood splattered all over the ground!
Li Ji took advantage of the opportunity and rushed forward, his sword shadow passing by. Within a few moments, his sword was pressed against Sun Biwu's throat.
Feeling the coldness against his neck, Sun Biwu slowly closed his eyes.
What awaited was not death, but a sigh from Li Ji: "You may leave."
It is not that Li Ji is kind-hearted, but when he realized that this is a real world, his sword suddenly gained invisible shackles.
That is a kind of fear, and also a kind of awe.
Li Ji explained as if deceiving himself: "This is a competition, I only need to defeat you to retrieve the corpse, there is no need to take your life."
Sun Biwu looked at Li Ji in disbelief, clutching his left rib and struggling to get up. He gratefully bowed to Li Ji and turned away, taking slow steps to leave.
Just as he returned to the array of warriors, Sun Biwu suddenly exploded and died, splattering eleven other warriors with his crimson blood.
Jiuhe's corner of the mouth showed a touch of mockery, smiling grimly: "Worthless people don't deserve to live! Do you all agree?"
Li Ji had never seen such a bloody scene before, his face pale as paper, and the feeling of nausea growing stronger.
"Junior martial brother, you can now choose a corpse from the city wall to take away!"
Li Jichao glanced at the Jiang gang behind him and nodded slightly.
Jiang gang understood, and said loudly, "Whoever wants to go first and bring back their own father's corpse, go and get it!"
A thin teenager walked out of the crowd and hurriedly ran towards the city wall, carrying a corpse on his back.
The young man ignored the puzzled gazes of the villagers and whispered with red eyes, firmly saying, "Hakuya has just died, I cannot let my uncle's body be humiliated anymore!"
Back in the crowd, the young man hung his head even lower and whispered in a voice only he could hear, "Father, I have been unfilial..."
"Junior brother, do you want to take a break?"
Li Ji shook his head and indicated that it was not necessary.
If they rested now, it would mean that at least one body would be thrown into the wolf pack that had been hungry for three days!
Li Ji had witnessed the actions of the young man just now and he didn't want any Guardian to leave without a complete corpse! "Who is next?"
Jiuhe's eyes swept over the eleven warriors one by one, just like the Death Note.
"I'm going!"
A big man with a similar stature to Sun Biwu gritted his teeth and spoke.
The opponent seemed to be frightened by this scene. Death seemed inevitable. It would be better to take advantage of the opponent's weak state and strike first. There might be a slim chance of survival!
Li Ji was indeed impacted by this bloody scene, but for him, the actions of that young boy had an even greater impact!
Seize every moment and then, victory! Victory! Victory!
In the face of the second warrior, Li Ji did not hold back at all, using the first move of the Qingshan Sword Art - Dragon Emerging from the Sea!
This time, he didn't show any mercy. Instead of letting the opponent be torn into pieces by the Jiuhuo attack, it's better to die by his own sword, leaving a complete corpse. This can be considered the greatest mercy.
The third, the fourth, the fifth...
After an hour, if we don't count Sun Biwu, Li Jijian has already had seven ghosts.
Intense and continuous battles have left Li Ji exhausted, and his internal strength is almost depleted.
He swallowed the dan medicine given by Jiang Mang to recover his internal strength, sat cross-legged on the blood-soaked ground, and closed his eyes to adjust his breathing.
The seven lost souls corresponded to seven corpses.
Perhaps because of the boy, the new guardians of the Qingshan Sword Sect chose the bodies of their deceased companions and fathers, just like Black Ya.
In Gongyang County, on the day when Jiang Mang taught him the complete Nine Sword technique, which was the day before they set off for the capital, Li Jilian, while practicing, had a sudden feeling and naturally broke through to the sixth rank.
So he had never had a chance to stabilize the just broken out breath and inner strength.
The intense battle just now actually made the inner strength of his meridians more vigorous, and also fully stabilized his cultivation at the sixth level.
After two quarters, Li Ji opened his eyes and glanced at the remaining four warriors.
By now, these four warriors almost knew that they had only one way to go, but they had to go on with their heads held high.
On the field, only I died, but if we retreat in fear, not only will I die without a complete corpse, but also with the cruelty of the new master of the Xuanming Palace, it is likely that even my family will be affected.
Who is coming?
Li Ji's momentum is soaring, even though he is just a lower sixth-grade, he is pressing the several people in front of him and they can't lift their heads.
Once the fighting spirit falters, three points are lost in advance.
This time, Li Ji only took the time of burning one incense stick to kill the four people in front of him one by one.
Jiuhe sat in mid-air, overlooking the battlefield with an interesting expression on his face.
"Very good! Junior Brother, you have indeed not disappointed me. The stronger you become, the more interesting this game becomes! I appreciate your transition from being confident to gradually despairing, it is truly making me anticipate!"
Jiu He licked his lips in excitement and waved his hand again. Twelve warriors jumped down from the city wall and lined up in a row at the edge of the battlefield.
These twelve warriors, noticeably stronger than Sun Biwu from their demeanor alone, were estimated to have reached the peak of the sixth rank.
A slightly thin young man in white walked out of the array, looking like a weak scholar.
The young man slowly lifted his head that was hanging down, and a pair of hollow and dead eyes locked onto Li Ji.
"My name is Sun Bihan."
"Then Sun Biwu is..."
Sun Bihan nodded, "He is my brother. I want to thank you for showing mercy to my brother just now, so I will use my strongest move to defeat you!"
After speaking, Sun Bian drew his knife and walked step by step towards Li Ji.
Without any pretense, Sun Bian simply made a move with his knife and pushed Li Ji into a dangerous situation.
Suddenly, Li Ji understood that, just like a sword, a knife also has its own knife intent!
The sword intent that Sun Biaonan has understood is undoubtedly inclined towards "one strike, one kill," cold and peerless. The lifeless gaze in his eyes is probably a result of this!