Chongyuan rolled up his sleeves, intending to wrap up the tip of Tiezhongtang's gun again. Although Tie Zhongtang made the move out of grief and anger, his many years of experience allowed him to make his move unaffected by any emotion. Therefore, although the move of this shot was not very subtle, it was a straight line and very clean.
Although it is just a simple shot, it contains great power, which invisibly reveals Tiezhongtang's superb marksmanship as the master of a sect.
As soon as the tip of the iron spear connected with Chongyuan's sleeve, it suddenly trembled three times, and heard three faint hissing sounds. Chongyuan's sleeve was suddenly torn open by three phantoms of the spear tip.
"Interesting." Chong Yuan snorted coldly, his face looking a little surprised for the first time. He suddenly turned his wrist, his five fingers became claws, and blood gushed out from his fingertips, and he grabbed the gun head.
Tie Zhongtang had already seen the power of his God-forbidden Technique and did not dare to let him easily grab his weapon. Then he twisted his waist and shook his arms, withdrew the spear, then took three steps across with his feet, used the spear as a stick, and hit the arm opposite Chong Yuan and Fu Changqing with one shot.
The spear was seven feet long and was so powerful that the strike had the potential to cut through the mountains.
Tie Zhongtang's intention for this move is very obvious. He wants to surround Wei and rescue Zhao, so that Fu Changqing can escape from Chong Yuan's control.
But Chong Yuan didn't know what he was thinking, but he didn't close his palm, and extended his other hand across the elbow, trying to catch this heavy shot.
"Be careful, don't let him touch..." Seeing this, Fu Changqing hurriedly warned. But as soon as he opened his mouth, the energy in his body suddenly leaked. Chong Yuan immediately noticed that he was dual-minded and sneered, and then the sinister power in his palm came like a surge.
The thin layer of ice on Fu Changqing's palm exploded, his face suddenly turned red, and blood oozed from the corner of his mouth.
But his palm could not break away from Chong Yuan's control no matter what.
Hearing Fu Changqing's urgent voice, Tie Zhongtang's heart suddenly sank. However, his shot was originally to save people, so he almost used all his strength. At this moment, there was no chance to withdraw midway, and he did not expect that Chongyuan would force it. Take this shot from him.
Looking at the northwest martial arts world, there is no one who dares to take on a spear with his strength like this.
In an instant, the iron spear hit Chong Yuan's elbow with heavy force.
Chong Yuan's whole body suddenly overflowed with blood like thick mist.
The iron spear hit him on the elbow, but there was no bone or flesh break as expected. Chong Yuan's arm was covered in blood mist, like a ball of scarlet cotton. Tiezhongtang's shot, which could break mountains and crack rocks, hit the blood mist, and the heavy force immediately dissipated without a trace like a mud cow entering the sea.
Tie Zhongtang was horrified and was about to draw his gun when he suddenly saw Chong Yuan sneer, bend his elbow and turn his wrist, his arm like a snake wrapped around the head of the gun with his backhand.
The blood mist spread, climbed up the gun shaft, and swarmed towards the hands in the iron in a strange way.
Chong Yuan faced the flanking attacks from the two masters at the same time, but he remained unwavering, his body covered in blood mist, and his appearance was extremely strange.
"Quickly withdraw your hands..." Fu Changqing was horrified and shouted sternly. But Chong Yuan's palm hit him with overwhelming force. It felt like he was hit hard in the chest and abdomen, and a mouthful of angry blood spurted out.
Tie Zhongtang trembled all over and was about to withdraw his hand and abandon his gun...
But I heard Chongyuan suddenly say gloomily: "Tiezhongtang, your marksmanship is not bad, but it is a pity that your marksmanship will be lost from now on, because at this moment, dozens of people from your iron gun family are waiting for you at the gate of hell. Woolen cloth."
As soon as these words came out, Tiezhongtang was stunned as if struck by lightning, his mind went blank, and all the strength seemed to have been drained from his body. Just listen to him murmuring: "What did you say?"
"Brother Tie, let's go!" Fu Changqing lamented in his heart. He couldn't care about anything else and shouted suddenly.
Tie Zhongtang was trembling all over, and suddenly burst into tears, his teeth clasped in his mouth, and he could no longer say a word.
Chong Yuan sneered and stomped his feet. The blood around his body surged, and the blood mist was like snakes and threads, wrapping around Tie Zhongtang's hands in an instant.
At the same time, Fu Changqing's arm was also wrapped in blood mist, and thousands of bloodshot eyes instantly penetrated into his flesh and bones.
Chong Yuan's palm force was pressed again, and Fu Changqing let out a painful groan. His arm suddenly exploded into layers of blood mist, and was immediately broken at the shoulder level.
Blood mist sprayed, but this time it was Fu Changqing's own blood. He covered half of his bloody shoulder and staggered back.
But Chong Yuan suddenly turned around, holding the iron spear in his palm, and suddenly like a snake, he rushed towards the lost Tie Zhongtang.
Fu Changqing saw it clearly in the severe pain, and his heart felt as desperate as death.
Chong Yuan was like a demon, and he struck out towards Tiezhongtang with one palm. The latter's eyes were empty and he was in a daze. He was still immersed in great grief and couldn't extricate himself.
There is a seven-foot spear between the two, and the distance is not too far. Chongyuan's body movements are agile, and he can reach them in the blink of an eye. Tie Zhongtang's arms were wrapped in blood and unable to move, and he was about to die on the spot.
Chong Yuan's expression suddenly changed slightly, and the palm he struck suddenly changed his move, and he swung out with his backhand.
Blood mist condensed in his palms, and a pair of chopsticks appeared out of thin air in front of his palms, standing still in front of the strange blood mist.
Chong Yuan suddenly turned around and looked behind him with cold eyes.
Not far behind was the window. In front of the window stood the young man. A pair of chopsticks were missing from his table.
The figure flashed, but Fu Changqing flew towards Chong Yuan covered in blood and struck Chong Yuan with a palm.
Chong Yuan didn't even look back. He dropped his spear and struck out with the same palm.
Fu Changqing, who had lost his arm, was greatly reduced in skill at this moment. The blood mist filled the air when his palms met. His one arm and chest exploded in layers of flesh and blood due to the fierce palm force, and at the same time, the whole person fell backwards.
Although his desperate blow did not hurt Chong Yuan, Tie Zhongtang finally broke free from the terrifying blood mist in a daze.
Fu Changqing's arms were disabled, and his chest was as bloody as if it had been smashed by a hammer. He still struggled to stand up and yelled with all his strength: "Brother Tie, aren't you leaving yet?"
This sound was like a wake-up call. Tie Zhongtang suddenly came back to his senses and hurriedly took a few steps back, his eyes frightened.
"Quickly leave!" Fu Changqing shouted again: "Although everyone must die, they must die well!"
Tiezhongtang's eyes were filled with tears. Without saying a word, he took a deep look at his old friend who he had known for many years but was no longer human. The two looked at each other. Although they were speechless, they both saw the determination in the other's eyes. meaning.
Then the burly old man jumped toward the door, dragging a seven-foot spear.
Fu Changqing finally collapsed in a pool of blood, breathless.
Surprisingly, the demonic Chong Yuan did not stop him. He just looked at the young man coldly.
The sound of horse hooves at the door rang quickly, and it faded away in an instant.
The wind howled in Daomakan, and heavy snow covered the sky and the earth, making it impossible to see anything three feet away in the wind and snow.
Tiezhongtang galloped out of the street of Daomakan, heading straight to the west.
He could never have imagined that this trip to the sunset racecourse, which was supposed to be a relaxing and comfortable trip, would not only turn out unexpectedly, but also result in the loss of three of his most beloved disciples, and possibly also the fate of his lifelong friends. What makes the old man even more sad is that, according to Chongyuan's words, the Iron Spear Sect he created has now been massacred by the Demon Sect.
Tie Qiang Sect is Tie Zhongtang's lifelong effort. In addition to nearly a hundred disciples, there are also his own wife, children, and children. Now that the Holy Legend has made a comeback, their methods are bloody, cruel and inhumane, aiming to avenge the humiliation of their defeat. Although Chong Yuan had deliberately distracted him just now, the words that came out of his mouth were probably not casual threats, because the Demon Cult could do such a thing.
And this time they are fully prepared to come with hatred, and their methods will be even more cruel and terrifying than before.
Thinking that his whole family had been slaughtered, Tiezhongtang was heartbroken. He originally wanted to go back to the Iron Gun Gate to find out what was going on, but when he thought of Fu Changqing's desperate attempt to let him go first, he gave up immediately. With this thought, I headed towards Sunset Racecourse.
No matter how many Central Plains martial arts people who participated in the extermination of the Demon Cult have been massacred by the Demon Cult in the world now, as long as there is still a glimmer of hope, Tiezhongtang will go to Sunset Racecourse to spread the news that the Demon Cult has invaded China.
This world is about to face a bloody catastrophe again.
Tiezhongtang had no time to care about anything at the moment. He just wanted to rush to Sunset Racecourse as quickly as possible. And Daomakan is still nearly forty miles away from Sunset Racecourse.
The horse's hooves clacked loudly, causing the snow on the ground to scatter. In the blink of an eye, the burly old man had already arrived at the end of Daomakan Street.
There is an ancient stone archway at the end of the street.
Just as a man and a horse passed the archway, Tie Zhongtang suddenly heard a heavy whistling sound in his ears.
The sound came from the wind and snow ahead, from far to near, as if it was rolling past bursts of heavy thunder.
Tie Zhongtang's heart tightened. He was extremely nervous. At this moment, he was like a frightened bird. He immediately reined in the reins, and the horse that was galloping under his legs could not restrain itself and slid forward for more than ten feet. Then he let out a long neigh and stood up. rise.
The thunderous roar suddenly approached, and Tie Zhongtang's eyes widened, and then he saw a huge black shadow flying in the wind and snow in front of him.
The black shadow roared, whirled, chopped wind and snow, and came as fast as lightning and thunder. Tie Zhongtang was horrified, and based on his instinctive reaction, he shot across the chest in an attempt to protect his body.
But the swirling black shadow like rolling thunder was extremely heavy and fast. As soon as Tiezhongtang's iron gun was raised, there was almost no time to react, and the black shadow had already flown in front of us!
With a huge and sharp force, he whirled and slashed, and the horse under him neighed, and his body was separated immediately; then he cut Tiezhongtang, man and gun, into two pieces, blood and water splashed angrily, and the black shadow remained unabated, roaring. It flew out diagonally and smashed into the stone pillars of the archway with a bang. Stone chips flew suddenly, and the thousand-jin archway was shaking under the impact of the huge force.
It was actually a strange weapon, about eight feet long and two feet wide. It was black and shiny, with sharp edges and a handle in the middle, like a double-headed giant sword.
In the snow, a large stain of bright red blood was shocking. Tie Zhongtang was cut in half in an instant. His two parts were piled together with the dead horse with its head cut off. Blood and intestines flowed all over the ground. The scene was terrifying. Extremely.
But Tie Zhongtang did not die immediately. He lay on the snow with his upper body still holding half of the iron gun tightly in his hand, and there was unbelievable fear in his eyes.
This feeling of terror even exceeded the physical pain.
The leader of the Iron Spear Sect, who was famous in the northwest, saw a huge figure slowly walking out of the snow.
He was a giant, nine-foot-tall man with short hair that stood up like thorns, a dark face covered with flesh, thick eyebrows like knives, a protruding nose and a wide mouth, and two eyes as big as copper bells, exuding a fierce evil spirit. color. In such a windy and snowy day, he only wore a black sloping-shoulder singlet, and his muscular body as strong as a mountain was wrapped with iron chains as thick as a child's arms.
The strong man, who was like a giant spirit god coming out of the devil's prison, came to Tiezhongtang with heavy steps. He leaned slightly, his eyes as big as copper bells were full of cold contempt and no warmth at all. Staring at Tiezhongtang is like looking at a dog or a pig, as if killing a person is no different from killing an animal.
Lying in a pool of blood with his body mutilated, Tie Zhongtang seemed to have a heavy mountain pressing on him. His mouth was open, but he could no longer speak.
The strong man suddenly sneered, then raised his foot and stepped on Tie Zhongtang's head.
Under the huge foot, Tie Zhongtang's head made a crisp sound like a watermelon, and then exploded into pieces, with red and white things flying out.
Tie Zhongtang, the head of the Northwest Iron Gun Sect, died in a snowstorm in late March. His death was extremely miserable.
The strong man never said a word from beginning to end because he was too lazy to say anything. And there is no difference between him trampling a person to death and trampling an ant to death.
The strong man raised his huge foot covered with flesh and blood, and without looking at the iron Zhongtang whose head had been shattered into a puddle of bones and flesh on the ground, he walked to the archway, stretched out his hand and effortlessly took off the knife. The double-headed giant sword has been deeply embedded in the stone pillar.
He hung the giant sword on the chain on his back with his backhand, as if he was carrying a door panel.
The fierce demon stands in the wind and snow, and the heavy sword kills in all directions.
Inside the tavern, the atmosphere was strange and solemn.
Chong Yuan flicked his fingers, and the two pairs of chopsticks shattered in blood.
He looked at the young man standing by the window, his expression not very surprised, but his eyes were still as playful and indifferent as a hunter looking at his prey, and suddenly coldly snorted: "I knew you were not simple as soon as you walked in, and you are definitely not content. Man, you are just like those self-righteous martial arts people from the Central Plains, you like to meddle in other people’s business, it’s really annoying!”
Fu Changqing gritted his teeth and tried his best to struggle out of the pool of blood and lean his body against a table leg. He looked at the young man and murmured: "Thank you young hero for your help, but this man from the Demon Cult kills without blinking an eye. You may not be his match. If you can escape with your life, please tell your martial arts colleagues what happened today and let them know that the Demon Cult is back again..." Suddenly his words stopped and blood gushed out from his mouth.
Chongyuan sneered without looking back: "Fu Changqing, do you really think Tiezhongtang can get out of here alive? To tell you the truth, today's Central Plains has long been infiltrated by my Holy Tradition, and those who were related to those years are all under my control. Even if someone spreads the news, what can they do?"
When Fu Changqing heard this, his eyes suddenly turned desperate.
"Sooner or later, the martial arts community in the Central Plains will know the news that we are here again, but not today." Chong Yuan said confidently: "Because no one will be alive here today."
"You... will not end well!" Fu Changqing shouted desperately towards Chongyuan. At this moment, he could only express his grief and indignation in words.
Chong Yuan chuckled, "You should say this to yourself. You should feel very lucky for you, at least you will not witness the misery of those people again in the future."
Fu Changqing's meridians and internal organs have long been destroyed by the strange power of the Forbidden God. His life is passing quickly. He looked at the young man and urged again: "Young hero, please leave quickly..."
The young man glanced at him, frowned slightly, and suddenly sighed: "Old man, you have heard that he will not let me leave. Besides, I didn't say I wanted to leave."
Fu Changqing opened his mouth to speak again, but his chest suddenly rose and fell violently. His eyes suddenly stared, and then a sharp pain surged through his body, like being cut into pieces by a thousand knives, causing his broken body to twist.
His facial features were also twisted and deformed, and his joints were all messed up. He was struggling and rolling back and forth on the ground, but he couldn't make a sound. The pain was simply beyond words.
The young man's expression changed.
"You want to save him?" Chong Yuan suddenly chuckled and said, "Don't waste your efforts. Even if Daluo Jinxian comes to earth now, he won't be able to survive. And this way of death is already comfortable for him."
The young man's eyes turned cold and he said solemnly: "Killing can only be done with a nod. I don't care what grudges there are between you, but torturing him like this is too inhumane!"
Fu Changqing's tumbling body suddenly stopped. The young man frowned again, but he saw that the old man covered in blood seemed to have been drained of all flesh and blood, becoming dry and twisted like a mummy.
He died in agony.
The young man's eyes finally became filled with anger.
Chong Yuan took a breath, looking relaxed. He looked at the young man and said, "Those who meddle in other people's business will end up no different from him. Do you have the consciousness to die?"
"Minding your own business?" The young man's face turned cold. "With your inhuman methods, even if I don't take action, how can you let me leave this place easily?"
"You are very smart." Chong Yuan sneered: "I said, I have no intention of letting you leave alive."
"Actually, I'm not a nosy person." The young man nodded, then poured a bowl of wine and said, "But it's unfortunate, because I really dislike you, so I really want to do this nosy thing today. Take care of it."
He picked up the bowl and drank the strong wine in one gulp.
Hearing this, Chong Yuan was stunned for a moment, and then a look of surprise appeared on his elegant face. He looked at the young man and smiled: "What an interesting person, what do you want to do?"
"Killing for life has been true since ancient times." The young man exhaled slightly, "So, I am going to kill you!"
Chong Yuan was stunned again, and then he burst into laughter, and said while laughing: "Kill me? Do you know who you are talking to...?"
Before he could finish his words, he was shocked when a cold light suddenly exploded in front of his eyes!
It was an extremely fast and coquettish sword light.
It was unexpectedly fast, as fast as if the sword light had always been in front of Chong Yuan.
Chong Yuan's breathing suddenly stopped, blood surged all over his body, and his whole body swept back like lightning.
He retreated so fast that he left an afterimage on the spot.
But when he was retreating, a blood mist exploded on his left shoulder under the cold sword light.
Chong Yuan roared angrily and swept back a few feet, his back almost hitting the wall of the tavern.
He raised his eyes and glared, a look of disbelief on his face.
At this moment, the young man's position had moved from behind the table to in front of the table. His hands were hanging down and there was no knife in them.
The distance between the front and back of the table was only a few feet, but this short distance actually caused the arrogant Demon Cult King to retreat ten feet away and was stabbed.
A slender wound suddenly appeared on Chong Yuan's left shoulder, and blood stained his shoulder and clothes red. But his skill was unpredictable, and after a little luck, the wound stopped bleeding immediately. This injury obviously did not cause much harm to him.
But the shock in the heart of this demon-like leader of the Demon Cult at this moment was far greater than the stab wound on his shoulder.
Because even if he was as strong as him, he didn't realize how the other party used the sword.
Even Chong Yuan had seen such an incredibly sharp knife for the first time in his life.
Chong Yuan's heart sank, he already knew that he had underestimated the enemy. Although he had already noticed from the beginning that the person was not simple, he never expected that he would be someone not simple enough to hurt him!
In a small place like Daomakan, you can unexpectedly meet a top master.
Chong Yuan's expression was no longer as leisurely and calm as it was at the beginning. He raised his eyebrows, looked at the young man, and said coldly: "What a fast knife! You are the first person who can make me, Chong Yuan, bleed with one move." One, so you deserve my applause.”
Then he actually clapped softly.
The young man stood quietly where he was, as if his anger was condensing into the abyss.
"I don't care who you are, as long as I want to kill you, you must die." The young man's tone was calm, as if he was saying a matter of course.
Chong Yuan had never seen someone with such an arrogant tone. Hearing this, his eyes turned cold. He chuckled and said: "I haven't appeared in the world for twenty years. I thought that except for those old immortal guys in the Central Plains martial arts, there was no one worth fighting for." I didn’t expect someone like you to exist, so this trip is well worth it.”
"I admit that your sword is indeed very fast, but if you think you can kill me based on this alone, then you are too naive." Chong Yuan's blood was flowing all over his body. Although his tone was calm, he actually had murderous intent in his heart. Complete now. Because the young man's knife had already aroused his true fire.
At a young age, he has become the king of the Demon Sect, which is an extremely noble status. It is also the supreme authority that can almost command the entire Demon Sect. He controls the power of life and death within the Demon Sect, but he has never met anyone. He had been in situations like today that shocked him to the point of seeing blood.
Chong Yuan was born moody. The calmer he appeared on the surface, the heavier his murderous intent was in his heart.
Therefore, Chongyuan was truly murderous for the first time in his life.
But the young man said calmly: "No matter how much nonsense you talk, it can't change my decision to kill you."
His words were direct. Just like his knife, simple and straightforward.
Chong Yuan smiled and gently touched the wound on his shoulder. His fingers were stained with blood. He put his fingers to his lips and smelled the faint smell of blood.
"It's such a pleasant taste." Chong Yuan suddenly smiled slyly, "I admire you very much, so I want to know your name, because you are worthy of me remembering your name."
"I have heard too many cruel words, and they are meaningless." The young man also said coldly: "I don't care which path of evil gods and demons you belong to. Since I want to kill you, I will naturally let you know whose hands you will die in. "
"So just remember my name," he paused slightly, and then coldly said two words from his lips: "Silence."
