Simply Trading 49 Second Trial 3

Qin Feng's palms drew up and outwards, waving before his face as they slapped away the trio that was wielding the pair of axes and the machete, before any of the three Barbarians could bring their upraised weapons down on his head. His sudden attack had brought him far too close to the men, such that they couldn't stop hurtling towards him.

Which was why his palms landed directly on their chests, and pushed them away before any of them could strike.

But he was not out of danger yet!

There was still the redhead with the glaive and the last of his band, who was armed with a thick club of blackened hardwood. They looked a little stunned to see him drive away their compatriots, and toss them off their feet. So much so that they had stopped, and were gaping at him with their mouths wide-open.

So Qin Feng didn't waste the opportunity that had just offered itself!

The scarred youth with the glaive was a little too far away, given the length of his pole-arm. But the other one was well within range. Which was why Qin Feng jumped right in front of the burly fellow, and threw his next attack his way:

It would bring him well out of range of the glaive, as well as allow Qin Feng to slam his target into the scarred youth! Provided, of course, that his attack worked the way that it should!

White Jade Hands! Entice the Geese to Fall!

His right hand reached out to grasp at the club-wielder's arm, yanking him closer. Then both his palms flashed out, to strike the Barbarian youth squarely in his chest while he was off-balanced, before he could even raise his club to defend himself! And the force of the blow, powered by Qin Feng's zhenqi, was enough to lift him off his feet, and send him tumbling!

Straight into the one with the glaive!

The pair fell with loud cries of pain and anger, even as Qin Feng skipped back at once. This was his best opportunity to escape! Before the old man could react to his ...

Something made him duck aside then, as soon as he heard a crack sound echo from the direction of the old man and the dead soldiers' bodies. For some strange reason, he remembered the fact that all the men of the patrol had lost their heads, and he drew his own head down in a hurry as soon as he heard that sound.

And not a moment too soon!

Qin Feng felt something flash overhead, and he heard the creaking of the two trees directly ahead of him before he looked up. Just in time to see both of them fall! And their trunks had been cleanly severed! As though by a blade sharper than any axe!

"Oh? You managed to dodge that? How interesting? It seems the Heaven Sword School has come up with an excellent disciple this time. Too bad I shall be sending you to heaven now. Take my second strike!"

Qin Feng knew that he should get up and try to dodge this second attack. But he was still off balance, and he knew that he would never be able to react in time. He could barely see a crescent-shaped distortion in the air, as it hurtled towards where he was crouched.

Then there was another burst of air, a sharp breeze from behind his back, that smashed directly on that same crescent. The two bursts smashed into each other and sent a burst that stung at his cheeks, forcing him to duck his head once again. This time in pain!

"Who dares?!"

The old man's cry sounded indignant, and Qin Feng blinked as he heard the cras.h.i.+ng sounds echo from overhead. Tilting his head up, he saw the black-robed figure darting through the air, as though dancing. And across from him was a figure in white, almost imperceptible against the snow-laden landscape.

Around the two, however, were the signature distortions that told of zhenqi being condensed into weapons, blasting between them. And sweeping the snow-covered branches off the trees themselves!

"Look out!"

Qin Feng's eyes jerked back to the Barbarian pair. Apparently, they had managed to peel themselves apart, and were now charging right at him. The glaive-wielder was clearly in better shape. But the one with the club seemed to have s.n.a.t.c.hed up one of the axes dropped by his companions, and was rus.h.i.+ng at him with the weapon raised over his head!

Qin Feng growled then, and he jerked himself back upright once more, and readied himsef to finish him off quickly. If he hadn't been intent on using the club-wielder to hamper the redhead, he would have killed him instead!

"Useless! Get down! Leave him to me!"

He was just about to launch another strike, but he jerked his hand back, as soon as he heard that shout behind him. And he kicked off from the ground, to put more distance between him and the axe-wielding Barbarian.

Only to watch as the barbarian's head separated from his body, even as he ducked aside. And the liberal spurt of blood from his neck sprayed up into the air, even as Qin Feng dashed off to the side, throwing himself behind the closest tree for cover.

His eyes, however, swept the forest around him, searching for the source of that cry.

Sword Qi! That was Sword Qi again!

Qin Feng recognized it, of course. After all, he was from the Heaven Sword School and he had seen it often enough. But only when it was used by the Elders there. None of the disciples had the ability to summon Sword Qi, as far as he was aware.

There were not one, but two people there who could use Sword Qi? Who could they be?

And why were they helping him?

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