The wooden pillar, which was forty centimeters in diameter and weighed more than a thousand kilograms, exploded into debris all over the sky. Lu Shen's footsteps did not stop at all. The blazing wind of the fist hit the wooden pillar and penetrated it directly!
The mandrill thought he was hit, but instead he was staggered by Lu Chen. He stood up in anger and hung upside down from the beam to avoid the latter's fist.
But Lu Chen was faster than him, as fast as a shooting star, he raised his hand and grabbed the mandrill's right paw, and pulled hard downwards.
Boom... The eaves of the roof collapsed instantly, and the mandrill fell to the ground. Before he could turn over to dodge, Lu Shen hit his lower abdomen with a whip kick and flew out.
The burly figure rolled on the ground like a ball, wiping away deep marks. There was no smile on its face, and it looked at Lu Chen with pain and anger.
"Is this all you have?" Lu Chen rubbed his palms together, his eyes full of cold murderous intent, thin white mist sprayed out from between his teeth, his legs were bent, and his muscles were like knots.
Then there was another roar, and the ground immediately sank. He pursued the victory without giving the mandrill a chance to breathe.
The mandrill was angry, roared, and swelled all over, growing black tumors and forming a hard carapace.
Its claws flashed with cold light, splitting the earth. It attacked with a low body, avoiding the cold light, and a strand of hair fell off in the cold wind.
He bullied himself into the mandrill's chest, held the opponent's palms with both hands, stepped hard on his knees with his feet, and kicked the opponent's chin with his toes.
With a slight sound of bone cracking, the mandrill raised its head and retreated. Lu Shen completed a backflip, and immediately stepped under the opponent's body with his right foot, grabbing his palm and throwing him on his back.
The mandrill was beaten to pieces, and Lu Chen punched his head, his fist hitting that weird smiling face like a violent storm.
The opponent's armor was indeed solid, but it did not cover his head. Naturally, he would not let go of this opportunity, punching him one after another.
The blood bloomed like a flower, and the smiling face was bloody and bloody. Although its momentum was sluggish, its vitality was still active. It roared suddenly, raised its head and wanted to fight back.
But Lu Chen reached out and touched his waist, holding a sharp dagger in his palm. The moment he opened his mouth and raised his head, a cold light flashed instantly.
Scarlet blood was seen spraying into the night sky, and the dagger penetrated the mandrill's mouth, nailing it to the ground.
[Source species: 2 points]
Lu Chen pulled out the dagger and looked at the strange corpse coldly, "Don't you like to laugh? Give me another smile."
The mandrill didn't respond, and the body gradually disappeared, turning into strange blood-colored sand, quietly floating in the cold wind.
Lu Chen then took the dagger, walked to Lu Tiezhu's body, closed his wide eyes, "The matter is settled, you can go."
After doing all this, Lu Chen walked towards the courtyard gate and said to Ning Xiaochan who was stunned on the spot, "Let's go."
"Solved it so quickly?" Ning Xiaochan's eyelashes trembled, her red lips slightly opened, looking at the collapsed houses, and then at the place where the mandrill disappeared.
The whole battle was so electric that she barely reacted. What was even more strange was that this ordinary boy, with his ordinary martial arts, actually suppressed and beat the mandrill.
That was something even more strange than a blood corpse. Even a master of martial arts could only run for his life under his men.
But with his violent brute force, Lu Chen pinned the mandrill down and beat him, and nailed him to the ground with only a dagger that could hurt Wei Wei.
This even made Ning Xiaochan suspect that Lu Chen could consume the mandrill to death even without the help of her dagger.
If the captain knew about it, he would probably be shocked... Ning Xiaochan followed Shen on the road, thinking about whether to let him join the Zhigui Division after this incident.
The two of them walked through the thick fog, surrounded by deathly silence. Lu Chen quietly stopped, pointed to the tall building in front of him and said, "That is the Lu family ancestral hall."
Behind the white fog like a water curtain, the cornices and brackets of ancient buildings can be heard, the crisp sound of wind chimes can be heard, and the light of the fire swaying slightly in the ancestral hall.
Next to the firelight sat a figure kneeling, and behind them were spiritual tablets.
As the distance continued to get closer, the strong smell of blood spread across the street, and Lu Chen locked onto the figure, who had a big belly and kept kowtowing towards the spiritual tablet.
The dull sound of collision, like knocking wooden fish, fell on his ears through the deep mist.
"He is performing a blood evil ceremony. This is a way to pollute the stone." Ning Xiaochan smelled the smell of blood and speeded up her pace unconsciously.
At this time, the thick fog on the right was disturbed, and a figure emerged from it, "Don't disturb them for the time being, that thing has at least the third level of blood-containing realm strength."
The person nimbly landed in front of him. He was wearing the same uniform as Ning Xiaochan, with a straight black knife on his waist. He had a tall figure and a free and easy look between his eyebrows.
Ning Xiaochan explained to Lu Chen: "The realm of accumulating blood is the realm of people like us. It means the power of cultivating one's own blood. There are nine levels of realms."
She turned to look at the person who came and asked in a deep voice: "Xiao Chen, why are you here? How is the situation with the captain?"
The reason why she went to the ancestral hall alone was because the team encountered a very strong opponent, and at least three people needed to join forces to fight against it.
And Xiao Chen's appearance here inevitably made her suspect that something was wrong with the captain.
"You were gone for too long. The captain was worried that something might happen to you, so he asked me to escape and fight and come to help you." Xiao Chen waved his hand, rubbed his chin, and looked at Lu Chen, "Who is this next to you?"
"Lu Chen, a villager from Daoxiang Village." Lu Chen felt the scrutinizing gaze and couldn't help but frown.
Ning Xiaochan added: "I was seriously injured and fell into coma. He saved me. He is not weak and can help us complete the mission."
Xiao Chen laughed, without comment, and said: "Time is tight, let's stop chatting. I just made some inquiries and got a preliminary understanding of the situation in the ancestral hall."
"There are three weird ones wandering around the ancestral hall, a bloody corpse and two mandrills. Their purpose is to hold us back." Xiao Chen began to analyze the situation.
"And the center of gravity of the entire ancestral hall is at the position of the fire. That person is already performing a blood evil ceremony to destroy the stone. In half an hour at most, the stone will be destroyed."
Ning Xiaochan looked at the fire and asked, "Is there any information about the person in the ancestral hall?"
"No, I wonder what Brother Lu knows?" Xiao Chen shook his head and looked at Lu Chen next to him.
Lu Chen frowned and looked at the shadow, and said thoughtfully: "No one in the village has been pregnant in the past two months, but his movements and back look very much like the village chief."
"Village Chief Lu Changhe, fifty-three years old." Ning Xiaochan thought for a while and said in a deep voice: "It is suspected to be strange pollution, and he has the triple strength of blood, and he has reached the level of captain."
"We are only at the second level of accumulating blood. Together we can't beat the captain of the third level of accumulating blood. This is a tough nut to crack." Xiao Chen looked solemn and held the straight knife at his waist.
He looked at Ning Xiaochan, "You are seriously injured, can you continue to fight?"
"I can still hold on." Ning Xiaochan took a deep breath and released the hand covering her lower abdomen.
Xiao Chen nodded, threw the dagger to her, and looked at Lu Chen, "You hold those three weirdos and don't disturb our battle. Is there any problem?"
Listening to the instructive tone, Lu Chen raised his eyebrows, but said nothing more and replied, "No problem."
"After a little tidying up, let's start taking action. Remember, we only have half an hour." Xiao Chen said with a smile: "I don't want to become weird food."
Taking advantage of the rest time, Ning Xiaochan said to Lu Chen: "Be careful that there may be ambushes around you. Don't think about victory. Just try to hold them back."
Lu Chen nodded slightly and said, "You should also pay attention to your safety. If you need help, just let me know."
After the three of them finished tidying up, they headed towards the ancestral hall. Through the thick fog, the scene over there became clear.
The strong smell of blood poured into the nose, the air was mixed with deep sounds, the ground was smeared with dazzling blood, and severed limbs and corpses were scattered on the ground.
When Lu Chen looked over, one of the mandrills was taking out a human heart, raising its head and swallowing it and laughing happily.
The corpse on the ground was no stranger to him. It was Widow Liu from the end of the village. She had raised two children by herself over the years. She was a kind-hearted woman.
The rest of the scattered corpses were all people Lu Chen knew, including his close friend Lu Sheng.
Judging from the situation here, it seems that two mandrills have captured someone and are playing Lu Xiaodao's tricks here, treating the villagers as amusement.
After the fun is over, dig out the human heart and devour it.
He made a rough estimate that the number of people killed was probably close to twenty, and both the elderly and children were brutally murdered.
"You guys are worse than pigs and dogs." Lu Chen narrowed his eyes, brought up the panel, and continued to improve the Black Tiger Fist with the newly acquired source seeds.
Now he just wants to punch these pickled things to death with one punch after another.
[Source: Lu Chen]
[Martial Arts: Black Tiger Fist (6/9)]
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