Wei Zixian once said this when he handed Lu Jing the Crazy One Hundred and Eight Staff.
This set of staff techniques emphasizes attack but neglects defense, and its essence lies in the word "crazy".
One hundred and eight moves, starting with a strong attack, each move is more crazy than the next, and then the momentum keeps accumulating, and the longer the battle continues, the stronger the power becomes.
Until the madman comes to the world, no one can stop him.
It's a pity that among Lu Jing's previous opponents, except for the King of Hell Xiao, none of them were strong enough.
There was no way he could use this set of crazy one hundred and eight staffs to the back.
It was rare that the opponent I met this time was particularly resistant to beatings, and his movements were not as fast as him, so he couldn't hurt him, so he could only be beaten unilaterally, which was equivalent to a natural sandbag.
So Lu Jing stopped being polite and danced the Zen staff in his hand completely.
One hundred and eight moves were delivered one after another, without leaving any behind.
So one stick is more dangerous than the other!
The strong wind brought by it even suppressed the terrifying sandstorm that was coming towards us.
Every time the Zen staff falls, it will be accompanied by a golden sound.
It resounds like a great bell!
And a deep pit will appear on the armor that was hit!
And as time goes by, the pit is getting deeper and deeper.
Perhaps he sensed that his companions were in danger.
The tall samurai who entered the store earlier had already strode outside the house, waving a scimitar and joining the battle.
But his arrival still couldn't reverse the situation of being suppressed.
After understanding the strength, speed and movement patterns of these warriors, Lu Jing had complete control over the direction of the battle.
Later, the Crazy Demon's hundred and eight staffs were fully deployed, and each staff fell with earth-shattering power. It actually broke the arm of an armored warrior!
However, there was no blood gushing out from the broken arm. Instead, a large cluster of fine sand sprinkled down from the broken arm. Before it fell to the ground, it was already blown away by the strong wind.
Lu Jing was not surprised. After fighting for so long, he already knew that the three armored warriors in front of him were not ordinary people.
After all, a normal person would have received so many blows from him, and even if he was protected by iron armor, his internal organs would have been shattered long ago.
Even though the armor of these three people was pitted and terrible, and even one of their arms was broken, the speed and power of their attacks remained almost unchanged from the beginning.
This kind of fighting endurance will probably make everyone in the martial arts envious.
However, in terms of battery life, Lu Jing has not outdone anyone. Even the three armored warriors opposite him have that cold and decaying aura in their bodies.
But until now, Lu Jing's internal energy has been consumed by less than one-third.
And the balance of victory and defeat has completely tilted to his side.
After continuously accumulating strength, the current Crazy One Hundred and Eight Staffs have reached an irresistible force.
As the Zen staff continued to fall, Lu Jing broke the remaining five arms one by one.
At this point, the three armored warriors had completely lost their ability to attack.
At this time, the sandstorm was also receding at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the sky above was gradually returning to its original color.
Lu Jing knocked an armored warrior to the ground. Before he could swing his Zen staff towards the other two, he saw that they had fallen to the ground on their own.
Then the armor on his body began to fall off piece by piece.
In just a few moments, it fell to the ground.
In the end, the copper mask also fell to the ground.
And behind the mask, surprisingly there was only a handful of yellow sand left.
Lu Jing waited for a while to confirm that the yellow sand would no longer condense into a human form. Then he walked to one of the piles of sand and kicked away the various armors and protective gear inside.
His eyes finally landed on a small black pebble.
Lu Jing couldn't tell what kind of material the pebbles were made of. It looked a bit like agate, but the surface didn't have the glass luster of agate, and the color was darker than natural agate. It felt a bit cold when it came to hand, as if it had never been seen before. Heat absorption is average.
Lu Jing noticed a familiar aura from the black stone.
He hesitated for a moment and tried to draw in a little bit of his energy.
Soon, the black stone was filled with the same cold and decaying aura that Lu Jing had felt from the three armored warriors before.
After his internal energy consumed the rotten air, Lu Jing pushed aside two more piles of yellow sand, and sure enough he found similar black stones underneath.
Are those armored warriors relying on this thing to move around?
Unfortunately, Lu Jing still had too little information at hand, and he couldn't draw a conclusion right away.
But then, Lu Jing seemed to think of something again, and his eyes gradually became strange as he looked at the black stone in his hand.
This thing... other people in the martial arts world would probably avoid it when they see it, but for him, it seems that he can develop and utilize it.
This discovery made Lu Jing excited.
However, there was still some time before his internal power would be refreshed, so Lu Jing did not take action immediately. He carefully put away the three black stones.
Then he returned to the tailor shop.
Because of his timely action, all three people in the store survived.
But perhaps because they were too frightened before, even though the sandstorm had passed now, the three of them were still afraid to go out.
They were even startled when Lu Jing came in from the door, thinking that the tall warrior from before had gone and returned.
The waiter was so frightened that he wanted to crawl under the table on the spot.
In the end, the female shopkeeper was quick and grabbed him, calmed herself down, rubbed her eyes again, and then said to Lu Jing at the door, "You... you are still alive?!"
Lu Jing could hear the shock in her words.
Because in the female shopkeeper's knowledge, no one is the opponent of those things, let alone there are three armored warriors outside, and the sandstorm is their home ground. It is difficult for ordinary people to breathe inside.
If you are not careful, your mouth and nose will be blocked by gravel and you will suffocate to death.
The eyes cannot see and the ears cannot hear.
In such a situation, no matter how you look at it, it is a dead end.
Therefore, when the three people in the house saw Lu Jing flying out from the roof, they all thought that he would definitely die. No one thought that he could come back.
Lu Jing heard the words and did not answer in a hurry. Instead, he placed the Zen stick in his hand by the wall. Then he shook the dust off his body and said to the female shopkeeper opposite, "Can you give me a change of clothes?" I came in a hurry and didn’t bother to bring too many things.”
The female shopkeeper was stunned for a moment, then thought of something, she couldn't help but look overjoyed, and nodded hurriedly, "Of course it's no problem. My dear, do you want anything else? I can find it for you as well."
"Don't call me benefactor, just call me Lu Jing."
Lu Jing paused and continued, "As for what I want...for now, I just want a wooden bucket and half a bucket of water, so that I can take a good bath first and change into clean clothes. Then I hope to have a good chat with you, the shopkeeper."
