In the Han River Valley, the sound of water surges day and night.
Both sides of the bank are dim and covered with various soil slopes and rocks half-buried in the loess.
In the early morning, on the high bank on one side, the sound of shouting and shouting could be heard endlessly. The wind and sword energy from the palms set off a violent surge all over the ground. Smoke and dust covered the area for several miles, rising and falling. Many figures were among them, fighting to the death.
There were actually hundreds of people fighting fiercely here.
The most terrifying thing is that there is a huge centipede wrapped in black mist, flying and flying. It controls various magic weapons in the air, creating black evil chains, flying skulls, scarlet poisonous fire, etc., and twists and turns at every turn. , passing over a distance of hundreds of feet, bombarding indiscriminately, and most of the noise and smoke here were kicked up by it.
However, the most vicious and brutal part of his offensive was firmly caught by the Zen staff in the hands of the deceased master.
The abbot's eight-step cicada-catching technique was the pinnacle. Within eight steps, he could walk on flat ground in the air and fly hundreds of feet in the air. His movements were so swift and violent that they were no less powerful than the flying centipede.
In fact, even if the centipede repeatedly tried to take advantage of the convenience of flight to fly straight up and widen the distance, it was chased eight steps forward and the deceased master was pushed back again.
The advantages and disadvantages at the master level can sometimes be enough to determine the direction of the entire battle. The deceased abbot now firmly has the upper hand, but Li Gong's heart is getting heavier and heavier.
Bang! ! !
Li Gong's palm force stirred up dust, like a violent current in the sky, and heavily blew away the three congregants not far away.
These believers are all dressed in gray and black, with a bun on their head. They do not use wooden hairpins, but are only tightly wound and fixed with hair ropes. They are generally burly and heavy-footed. It is not an exaggeration to call them men like iron towers.
The one who withstood the greatest attack force had countless bones in his body shattered by the force of the palm, especially his chest, which flattened like a bag filled with water. After he landed on the ground, blood burst out from all over his body, and he wailed and died completely.
The other two congregants who were affected should have at least several broken ribs and damaged internal organs. However, as soon as they landed, they jumped up and let out a howl that was so shrill that it was not human. Their bodies swelled again. . .
The gray-black robe was originally very loose, but now it was stretched tightly around the body by them. Finally, there was a cracking sound, and dozens of gaps appeared on the top of the robe.
It can be directly seen from the tears in the clothes that brown and black bristles grow on the angular muscles at a speed visible to the naked eye. After the clothes are completely destroyed, the rags are caught and pricked by these bristles. Never slipped.
Their faces are already covered with short hairs of similar color, their eyes have completely turned into golden vertical slits, their fangs protrude, and their spines seem to be slightly bent forward, forcing them to stand on all fours.
The moment the two teachers exerted their strength on their limbs and rushed towards Li Gong, their legs suddenly bent back from the knees as if they were overwhelmed, causing people to feel their hearts tightening and inexplicable phantom pain.
However, after Li Gong stepped sideways and drew two wonderful arcs with his palms, knocking the two monsters away respectively, he discovered that their knees were not injured, but had turned into joints that curved backwards and flexed in mid-air. With a single turn, your feet touch the ground and your entire body is launched forward.
"magician!!!"
Li Gong's face trembled, and he slashed at the lotus palm with all his killing moves. Afterimages of his hands and sleeves appeared one after another, like a lotus blooming, petals spinning and flying away, as sharp as a knife.
Each petal was a palm force, and with more than thirty palms in a row, the two monsters were beaten to the ground as soft as mud.
But different howls were heard from all around, and during the battlefield, the bodies of other demon sect members had also changed one after another. Huge figures that had doubled in size were torn out from under their robes.
Li Gong's mood sank to the bottom.
Among the three groups of pursuers starting from Dongdu, the group with Li Gong was the first to have contact with the Demon Cult.
Guan Luoyang and his three nominal brothers and sisters were in the same team. Li Gong considered that they might have a better understanding of each other in battle. After all, the martial arts foundations they had shown in the past were all related to the common sects in the martial arts world. There are a lot of differences. If the three of them are separated and placed in other teams, it will be difficult to achieve adequate coordination.
However, after hearing about this allocation, Gulanxiang and Anfeiyu took the initiative to take out the communication tokens and entrust them to the other two teams to facilitate communication.
The three great masters of Chang'an and the six generals of Xiu Shuo City, all of whom had military habits, were assigned to take charge of the second route.
But Li Gong himself did not continue to travel with the three masters of Chang'an. Instead, he led the elite main force of the inner guard and was responsible for the same route as the Shaolin monks.
Because any one of the three teams, after encountering everyone from the Demon Sect, must have the ability to fight and go around for a long time, and then support it until the masters of the other two teams come to help.
Guan Luoyang and the other three all have wonderful skills. Although there are only a small number of people around them, they are the group with the highest average quality. The three masters of Chang'an and the six generals of Xiu Shuo City are together, and they have enough confidence to fight guerrillas.
Although Shaolin monks have many masters, they live deep in ancient temples and may not be able to make accurate judgments in battle.
Moreover, their overall style of martial arts tends to be rigid, and Li Gong knew that not long ago, the ancestral graves in Shaolin were almost dug up by those in the demon sect. It was the time when these monks were most angry. If these monks were left alone to take charge of the journey, , fearing that they would not respond in time after encountering people from the Demon Cult, and would be surrounded and killed before the other two groups came to help.
However, in the evening of the first day on the road, after having a brief contact with the people of the Demon Sect, Li Gong discovered that the Demon Sect had also adopted a strategy of dividing their troops.
Although they didn't know if they were also divided into three groups, the group of people they met here were headed by a flying centipede, and Shao Lingxiao and Ye Motian were obviously not among them.
The large number of people was somewhat unexpected, but most of them were members of the Huoluo Cult who had not even reached the first-class realm. They should be elites drawn from the branch before the attack on Laojun Mountain, and they were only called in at this time.
Li Gong and the Shaolin people alone successfully thwarted the attack by this group of people on the local granary and pursued the victory.
Overnight, the two sides traveled hundreds of miles on winding roads, from towns to mountains and back to towns, and fought six times.
At first, because the deceased abbot firmly suppressed the centipede, and the inner guards and Shaolin monks were both proficient in large-scale formations, they gained a certain advantage. However, after a fierce battle all night, the remaining demon sect people on the opposite side , actually looking more and more energetic.
Especially those who are not the first-class masters, the demeanor is so violent and exciting that it reaches an abnormal level.
Correct
Now, even their bodies are really beyond the normal range!
"Everyone!"
Su Mu's voice rang out.
The deceased abbot already knew that the centipede could speak human words, but except for the moment when he withdrew from Shaolin, this time they met, and between the six battles, the centipede never spoke.
Until now, the old monk had noticed something different as soon as he opened his mouth.
This melodious tone, the leisurely manner in which he maintained his voice during the fierce battle, still contained a cold and cold temperament, but it was different from the temperament he had when he raided Shaolin, with a fierce and introspective look, and a temper that would jump into anger when he was defeated. There are different.
It’s like countless rising impurities have settled back down. They no longer desire purity, but are content and willing to pursue a more turbid state. To use an inappropriate description, it can almost be called a cleansing of the lead. .
"Do you know? In tens of thousands of literary and artistic fantasy works, what the public tends to see is always the feeling that evil triumphs over good, or that happiness triumphs over disaster. From this perspective, those of us who actively provoke destruction, The 'villain' who kills passers-by seems destined to fail."
The arbitrary tone and casual words no longer take into account the speaking habits of people in this ancient oriental background world. However, what Su Mu said is not difficult to understand.
"But unfortunately, in this vast world, there are really countless works that end in tragedy. Those are the victory of the villain, and in fact, those are more realistic and exist in the majority."
The deceased abbot regarded his words as a breath of fresh air. He fell from the air and rose again. He rubbed the tiger's mouth and tightened his hands, imitating the staff technique of Ananda Dragon King. He flew up like a giant dragon with a green and red top, taking advantage of Sumu's nonsense. When the time comes, aim at the belly of the centipede and bombard it.
In addition to controlling many magic weapons, this flying centipede is also covered in carapace. It has directly used its body to compete with the skills of the deceased abbot many times without being damaged.
But the Tanhua Zen Staff actually has the magical power to see iron as mud and turn solid into soft. Many people in the world think that this magical power is just a kind of manipulation of gold and iron. They really underestimate this Zen staff.
Whether it is copper and iron hardware, boulders and crystals, or giant beast leather armor, or extremely skilled bodies, when the magical power of the Zen staff is truly brought into play, the stronger the object is, the softer it will appear in front of the Tanhua Zen staff.
Facing such a blow, the black mist demonic winds stirred up in the air and rushed towards the centipede's body from thousands of directions.
Sumu's spirit rested peacefully in the centipede's body, his sleeves were as wide as clouds, and the seals on his hands hung low in the darkness, showing that he had been prepared for a long time.
A sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth. Do you really think that I will underestimate the enemy for the second time?
The body of the flying centipede shrinks again and again, and in an instant it becomes seven feet long. It flies like a sword and swims like a rainbow.
The movement at that moment was so fast that no one could clearly see the specific scene of the centipede and the Zen staff intersecting. It was as if the two things had turned into illusory bubbles, colliding and penetrating each other.
But soon, there was a clanging sound in the air.
On the left side of the Thousand-Legged Centipede's body, countless blades that were like black iron blades were broken when they crossed each other. The shrunken blades immediately returned to their original size after they separated from the body.
Like hundreds of strange-shaped swords, with the force of being hit by the Zen staff just now, they shot out, collided with each other and penetrated into the ground.
The thousand-legged centipede was as fast as a flying sword, whirling from behind and slashing at the spine of the deceased abbot.
The Zen staff swung and he parried behind.
The two figures intertwined again and separated.
"Conspiracies are always planned by the villains on their own initiative. The initiative is in our hands from the beginning, and unscrupulous destruction is always easier than careful protection."
The seven-foot centipede spiraled upward.
Some of the mutated believers on the ground are like sheep and wolves, some are like snakes and elephants, and there are also huge, multi-legged, grotesque shapes that look like unknown creatures. The guards and monks were all driven back in horror by this sudden change.
Those first-class masters who belong to the Demon Sect have not experienced such changes in their bodies. They have also received warnings long ago, but when they actually witnessed it, hundreds of such monsters suddenly transformed from the bodies of mortals around them, which still made them There are also some feelings of forgetting to breathe, and the first thought is to retreat away.
The various howls of the monsters became the foil for Su Mu's voice.
"So, when they no longer have worries about life and death, no constraints on the route, and only two thoughts of running around to destroy and heading west to Chang'an are left in their minds, can you still catch up and take care of everything?"
The seven-foot centipede had already risen to a very high altitude. Suddenly, it exerted all its magic power and shattered the soul-calling flag. Skeleton-like black smoke that looked like dark clouds erupted, covering the ground downwards. When it approached the ground, it filled the ground for several miles.
The deceased abbot blasted a big gap, but he couldn't completely stop it.
The legal restraints that had long been hidden in the bodies of those people - those demons were aroused, causing their raging desires to emerge with two thoughts hanging as high as iron.
"Go, go, burn and kill, rush to Chang'an."
When these monsters roared out from the black smoke in a disorderly manner, choosing weird paths that no reasonable person should choose, jumping between river valleys, climbing rock walls, and parading on the ground, with grotesque postures that reversed normality, they were absolutely unstoppable. When the dust left, Li Gong and the Shaolin monks heard the unfinished ridicule.
"You launched the pursuit because you wanted to protect more..."
It's just a joke! ! !
"Amitabha."
With a booming voice, the deceased abbot's long beard was dyed with gold, twisted and coiled, and attached to the lower half of his face, making the appearance of an Arhat with angry eyebrows. He dragged his Zen staff backwards and stepped out of the black smoke.
"Because the monk asked me why I came to the west, I raised my staff and chased the yellow clouds."
When the Shaolin monks heard this, their hearts cleared up, they clasped their hands together and read out in unison the second half of the calligraphy and painting by Tan Zong Shen Monk.
"Subjugate the dragon and suppress the poisonous tiger, why do you want to be alone in the east and west?"
The golden-browed monk turned his head and bowed to the monks. There was nothing left in his mind, he only locked onto the flying centipede and chased it away.
………………
Also in the early morning, within Puzhou.
There is a city wall standing in the morning mist in the distance, and there are mansions and pavilions nearby. The houses are piled up to the ends of the two long streets, and they are all in disarray. The figures of the demons run between the streets until they climb up the city wall.
The sword intent that came from the clouds and made people's eyebrows tingle gradually faded away along with the sound of the pipa crashing on the shore.
General Feng's figure was shot down from the city wall.
The black iron spear, which was nearly ten feet long, swept across and shattered a demon, roared angrily, turned over and chased after it.
General Yin stared intently at the demons that were scattered away. His hair was white and his beard was scruffy. He seemed to have aged several times in a daze.
He looked at each other with Sang, Lei and others, took a long breath, and gritted his teeth and ordered without looking back.
"Group of six, each chase."
"Remember! I want to see you in Chang'an."
………………
On the third route.
Guan Luoyang arrived thirty miles away.
