July twenty-fifth, half past nine o'clock.
Fujian, Putian County.
clear.
The night of fighting and scorching fire under Jiulian Mountain did not let the haze that had plagued Putian County for many days linger, and the long-lost first clear sky bloomed.
It's just that compared to the clear and pure sky, the fields within a hundred miles of Jiulian Mountain are full of dirt.
The broken corpses and bloody water all over the ground were like the leftovers dumped out randomly by countless bells and cauldrons.
Everywhere you stay is a filthy place, and your breath is full of rotten smell, making people unwilling to stay for a moment longer.
However, the flames of war ignited by the Red Religion have not yet been completely extinguished.
Although the chief culprit of this battle, Hong Shang, the leader of the Red Clothes Sect, is ready to die, Tu Wanfang, the human murder weapon that took the Red Clothes Sect nearly 20 years to polish, has not yet been executed.
A group of Zhongzhou heroes, except for about thirty who were seriously injured and unable to fight, fifty who were less powerful and were responsible for helping to treat or take care of the wounded, and the remaining nearly a hundred who surrounded Tu Wanfang and took turns coming forward. Those who have contributed are all doing their part in their own way.
It seems that this is the most time since the foreign barbarian chaos in the past that these Jianghu people who are at or gradually rising to the top of the Zhongzhou martial arts have completely put aside their sectarian opinions and grievances and worked together to deal with the enemy.
After helping Meng Chaoge finish bandaging and analgesizing the wound of a Sanrenju member, Jiang Yichen got up and walked towards Hong Shang who was surrounded by a group of people.
Compared to the battle of real swords and spears among the hundreds of people who surrounded Tu Wanfang, although there were less than ten people surrounding Hongshang, and most of them did not hold weapons in their hands, eight of the ten gazes were filled with the energy to kill Hongshang. The rage of removing eight pieces of muscle, peeling off the skin and regenerating it, eating the flesh, knocking the bones and sucking out the marrow to avenge brothers and friends.
If it weren't for Xuan Xiao's control, Hong Shang, who was unable to restrain the chicken, would have been eaten alive.
Even though I have never met this current leader of Wudang, after a night of fierce fighting, I have to admit sincerely that this person's strength is at least comparable to that of the ghostly enchantress and the deceased Feng Chen. As long as he is willing, he can definitely compete for the leader of the martial arts alliance. position.
Hongshang, who had doubled her combat power after taking the medicine again, could not escape from Xuanxiao's blockade. She was even reduced to being like a bullied wild cat who was picked up by the scruff of the neck and thrown away casually, even though Xuanxiao made it clear that she was no longer able to fight Tu Wanfang. One battle, but it did not prevent everyone from gradually moving closer to the four words "unique in the martial arts" in their evaluation of his strength!
There is no doubt that after this battle, Xuan Xiao's reputation will once again hit the Zhongzhou Wulin.
Besides Xuan Xiao, another one whose eyes showed less hatred and more teasing was Ji Qianlin.
Perhaps out of gratitude to Ji Qianlin for expelling insects and destroying the two-pole soul-splitting cow, or perhaps because of the evil name of Maitreya on the smiling face of the Tushita gang leader, the other eight people were grateful to Ji Qianlin walking beside Hongshang. They were very tolerant of annoying behaviors such as walking away and muttering. They had not yet winked or sneered at the graceful witch. Of course, they might have all directed their anger at Hongshang.
When Jiang Yichen approached, he saw Ji Qianlin, who was standing on tiptoes and kicking her legs to show off a large area of smooth bronze skin, clasping her fingers, gagging, and sighing sadly: "Brother, the leader, a cup of tea has passed. This little boy’s family secret technique may have the effect of restraining the poison. The poison on the slave’s body has been exhausted, so it seems that there is no hope of opening his mouth.”
Hearing the title of "brother, the leader", Jiang Yichen suddenly felt a chill, his steps became a little heavier, and he could barely move his legs because they were stuck in the mud.
The zhenqi eyes quickly scanned the faces of everyone, and saw Xuan Xiao Gujing Bubo standing with his sword behind his back. He seemed not surprised by Ji Qianlin's judgment, and even turned a deaf ear to the cute call.
The drunk beauty chasing the wind swordsman Lin Lingfeng, Su Shou, Luo Bao and others from the Hongchen Inn who were nearby seemed not to be surprised and were already numb.
Among the people in Tingyu Pavilion, Jiang Yichen is the only one who has not yet taken off his disguise. Many people have just seen him follow Meng Chaoge and rush around to rescue the wounded, and even use extreme cold energy, but they may not be like Ji Qianlin. See through his identity at a glance.
However, after Jiang Yichen arrived, most of the people nodded politely and expressed their respect for his rescue act without any more words.
However, Xuan Xiao glanced at him twice and nodded slightly in greeting.
I wonder if the former Wudang "prisoners" saw through his true identity and remembered the little brother who had personally trained him in the secret cave of Wudang?
But I heard Xuan Xiao take over Ji Qianlin's words and say: "There is nothing surprising. The dignified leader of the Red Clothes Sect, if you were to subdue him so easily and tell everything you knew, wouldn't it be too embarrassing?"
"Disgraceful?" Ji Qianlin looked like she had been tortured by countless punches and kicks. Her face was missing, her clothes were disheveled, her face was covered with filth and bruises, and she no longer looked like a normal human being. However, she still had her eyes wide open and pursed her lips. Hong Shang, who was lying on the ground with a smile, squatted down, reached out and pinched Hong Shang's chin, moving it from side to side, shaking his head and saying in distress, "This little kid is supposed to be extremely cute, and now he has made himself look like this. How can you care about face when you look like that?"
Xuan Xiao said: "If nothing else, do you think how long this guy can live?"
Ji Qianlin replied obediently: "It will probably be over in a month. If you leave it to me, it won't be a problem to live like an ordinary person for a year or two."
Xuan Xiao waved his hand and said: "That's not necessary, as long as he doesn't die soon. He doesn't want to die yet, but he just wants to see how many people we can leave behind."
"Retreat! Retreat quickly! Don't stop me!"
As if to confirm Xuan Xiao's words, near the foot of Jiulian Mountain, where hundreds of people were fighting and slaughtering Wanfang, the hoarse shouts of Master Qingku could be heard, which made the situation less tense after just a stick of incense!
All the people who were temporarily recuperating in the distance looked toward the foot of the mountain.
The figures on the east side of the Hundred Man Group just scattered away like birds and beasts, and Tu Wanfang, who was as tall and thin as a bamboo pole, rushed out from the gap in the crowd.
No one knew why Tu Wanfang, who had just "patiently" responded to the enemy, had the urge to escape. "Opening a wide margin" was just a helpless move to avoid greater casualties. Everyone was extremely lucky that Tu Wanfang's target was not the wounded.
Soon, more than 20 top masters including Long Duoduo, Gu Xinhun, Ghost Demon Girl, etc. used Qinggong to chase after him.
But he saw Tu Wanfang raising his eyes and looking around, not knowing what he was looking for.
After stopping briefly, he looked back and ran towards the east as if he had set a goal.
Most of the people in the field were people with good eyesight, and almost all of them saw the look of disgust in Tu Wanfang's hurried look back.
Everyone was a little puzzled, but also enlightened. They looked at each other, trying to confirm the idea in their minds from each other's expressions.
No one would believe that Tu Wanfang was afraid of people like them.
So if the other person is disgusted and runs away, is it more likely that they are bored with them?
Slaughter Wanfang looks like a human but not human, and cannot be judged by common sense. It may be more accurate to compare it to a wild beast.
Any beast would hate to be disturbed when it needs to eat, right?
"Are Tu Wanfang hungry?"
I don’t know who was the first to express what was on his mind.
"Tu Wanfang is hungry?..."
Soon there were repeated questions one after another.
"Tu Wanfang is hungry."
There were more repeated questions, and the subsequent words gradually took on a certain tone.
"Stop him! Don't let him take a bite of meat!"
Long Duoduo was the first to make his own judgment.
"I'm afraid that being so forceful will make him even more violent."
Yu Le fell slightly behind the first group that was pursuing them, and Ting Yan raised his concerns loudly.
"There is no other way. If this continues, not many people will be able to defeat him."
The ghostly witch gritted her teeth and said harshly.
I haven't heard anyone say anything since then, and I think this statement has always been accepted.
Just when everyone reached an agreement, Mo Shang suddenly exerted force on his feet, mobilized his newly recovered internal energy and poured it into the Evil-Breaking Knife without any hesitation. He used the force of his feet to drive his body and shot out like an arrow from a string, drawing a stream of light. , using the knife as a sword, it stabbed three feet away and slaughtered Wanfang in the back!
The distance of three feet was very delicate, and Tu Wanfang was moving very quickly. Even if Mo Shang's imitated meteor style could catch up with Tu Wanfang, it would not pose much of a threat to him. At that time, Mo Shang, who once again drained his strength, would instead trap himself in In a dangerous situation, it would be easy for Tu Wanfang to take his life.
The best result is that Tu Wanfang immediately stops and takes precautions, everyone rushes to entangle Tu Wanfang, and Mo Shang can escape calmly.
This is a gamble that risks one's own life and future reputation.
Normally, Mo Shang's move would inevitably be criticized, but at this critical moment, few people would take care of these twists and turns. If some people are willing to take risks to create good opportunities, then they have no reason to miss it.
Unexpectedly, Tu Wanfang was so determined that he ignored the offensive behind him.
With a clang, the blade of the evil-breaking knife was just like a big iron nail that couldn't pass through the big iron block. As soon as it touched Tu Wanfang's back, it slid sideways.
Tu Wanfang was not injured at all, and his upper body was only tilted forward a few points, and his hands and feet were swung wider without losing his center of gravity.
Mo Shang was exhausted and did not dare to follow closely. A trace of unwillingness and cruelty flashed in his red eyes.
Suddenly I heard a dragon roar and followed closely.
From the upper right side of Mo Shang's field of vision, a man and a sword flashed as bright as the morning sun, and they also went straight to Tu Wanfang's back.
After being attacked one after another from behind, Tu Wanfang's body, which had not yet completely stabilized, was pushed forward again, causing his tall body to lean forward and fall down.
However, Long Duoduo was also unable to follow up and was still one step away from stopping Tu Wanfang's departure.
"Amitabha!"
As the Buddha's name sounded.
The ring finger, middle finger, and thumb of Master Qingku's hands stand upright and touch each other, and the little finger and index finger are bent and clasped together, forming the "Dou" seal in the air.
It was like a red copper stone shining with golden light towards Tu Wanfang's back.
boom!
Tu Wanfang finally fell forward and rolled ten times before he jumped up.
Instead of running forward, he got down on all fours and arched his upper body, facing Master Qingku, who was standing on the ground with his hands clasped together, and the people who were coming up to him. He opened his mouth wide and roared, just like an angry hungry beast!
Although everyone felt that Tu Wanfang's performance was different, seeing the change from the previous attitude, they were sure that the plan was feasible, so they still followed the original arrangement. Whoever recovered well and was confident of competing with Tu Wanfang would go out to fight on their own.
Two tall and elegant figures holding swords, one black and one white, came out hand in hand.
The water-like mirror sword moves contain the power of thunder, which is fierce and fierce.
The ghostly enchantress's sword moves are like vines and ghost claws, entangled and difficult to clear.
The two of them had already cooperated once before, and one strong and one soft could make Tu Wanfang bother him for a while.
This time, the black and white pairings had a better tacit understanding, but they didn't even get the slightest bit better.
I saw Tu Wanfang frequently opening his mouth and shaking his head in a biting motion, but his bamboo-pole-like body was no longer as stiff and stiff as before, withstanding the impact of metal and iron. Instead, he began to make various bending and twisting postures to avoid the water. The mirror-like thunder attack also took advantage of the situation to bypass the green silk ribbon entangled by the ghostly enchantress.
A cat waisted, a monkey rolled, and a leopard jumped out, suddenly approaching the two women.
His long limbs were completely stretched out, and he punched Shui Rujing in the waist and abdomen with one punch, and hit the ghostly enchantress on the head with one leg.
With two snaps, the two girls were knocked away!
Whether it was the people who were chasing him, Shui Rujing or the ghostly enchantress who was beaten like a kite with a broken string and flew out, they were all shocked. They never expected that the "starved and dizzy" Tu Wanfang would behave like this.
After fighting Tu Wanfang for so long, everyone could see that he fought almost entirely on instinct without any skills.
Only in a few defenses did he show some martial arts skills.
But after being starved for just a moment, Tu Wanfang not only had stronger instinctive reactions, his body was closer to that of a strong beast, but his active attack method was no longer haphazard, but his fists, kicks, and physical exercises gradually Fit together.
Although they were mentally prepared, Tu Wanfang's almost double-strengthening change still made all the heroes of Zhongzhou feel guilty.
There is an urgent need for a strong person to stabilize everyone's determination to fight to the end.
When Tu Wanfang then launched a counterattack towards Shui Rujing, the Lone Heart Soul Eagle swooped in, and the sword came out like streams of magnificent flames, clanging and clanking!
From a distance, it looked like a pillar of fire propped up by twenty-four long strips pressing against Tu Wanfang's fist, with sparks flying!
Within a moment, Gu Xinhun was also slapped away by Tu Wanfang's palm.
Those who came after came one after another. Although no one died on the spot, they each suffered many new injuries.
It wasn't until Master Qingku took over the battle again that the situation on the field changed.
A good change is that there are no new injuries for the Zhongzhou Jianghu team.
Another bad change is that Tu Wanfang will hold a grudge.
Originally, Tu Wanfang would fight with whoever disturbed Tu Wanfang last.
Now, Tu Wanfang could no longer tolerate anyone else, and only focused on Master Qingku.
Master Qingku, who has mastered the secret method of the four-character golden seal of "Lin", "Dou", "Qian" and "Xing", is worthy of being the number one monk in Shaolin today.
With his eighteen Shaolin martial arts skills at his best, he fought with Tu Wanfang in an inextricable manner.
However, the mentality of the people arrayed nearby was no longer as relaxed as before.
Because the Buddha's light in Master Qingku has gradually dimmed under Tu Wanfang's bombardment again and again.
What's more important is that Tu Wanfang's moves are becoming more and more systematic and powerful!
Bang bang bang - boom!
Under Tu Wanfang's violent attack of fists and kicks, Master Qingku, who was in the cross-legged position with his right foot cross-legged and only the toes of his left foot touching the ground diagonally, was kicked so hard that his body swayed and he no longer remained motionless like a mountain.
Without waiting for anyone to help, Tu Wanfang, as if he was blessed with a blessed soul, leaned close to his opponent, picked up Master Qingku, who was rooted to the ground like an old tree, and threw him into the air, breaking the Linzi Jue!
The next moment, Tu Wanfang punched the sky, and Master Qingku pressed down a virtual palm in mid-air.
A ripple of violent energy spread out between the two fists.
He pushed the people who were about to charge away two to three feet.
Tu Wanfang fell to his knees and a huge palm print sunk around his body.
However, Master Qingku had blood gushing from his mouth and fell backwards.
Tu Wanfang, who was kneeling on the ground, was obviously not seriously frustrated. He suddenly stood up from the ground and waved his arm like a knife, looking to chop Master Qingku in the middle.
No matter how thick-skinned Master Qingku is, there is no guarantee that he will not be paralyzed by this blow.
At the critical moment, two figures in black robes flew out from the crowd, one holding Tu Wanfang's left and right arms.
It not only blocked Tu Wanfang's offensive, but also taught him not to move for a while.
The two of them tried to break off their arms again, but Tu Wanfang took advantage of the situation and turned somersault. He once again used his brute force to break free of the two of them, and started a close fight with them!
Bang bang bang bang!
Another fist fight for nearly half a cup of tea.
The two men in black robes were fighting equally well with Tu Wanfang. The tricks they used had a hint of Shaolin Kung Fu, but many of their tricks were more sinister and sinister.
It's a pity that these two people failed to defeat Tu Wanfang.
But under Tu Wanfang's palm, the prototype was photographed.
Shadow Buddha was the first to retreat. The hood of his black robe was torn off during the fight, revealing his round head with stubble.
Soon another man in black robe could not avoid Tu Wanfang's direct attack on his face.
Bang!
The mask of a smiling Maitreya Buddha was broken and scattered!
At this time, even people who are not familiar with the Tusita Gang or Shadow Buddha can recognize the smiling Maitreya under the black robe!
