Poor Taoist Qiu Chuji

Chapter 93 My painting style is more than this

The two monks who were picked up by the old monk turned over and hurriedly supported the old monk's body. However, they saw that after the old monk turned over, a bloody hole had exploded on his chest, and his internal organs were shattered into pieces. How could there be any breath of life?
"Demon, how can you be so cruel!" When a monk saw this scene, he had blood on the corner of his mouth and his eyes were red.

Qiu Chuji: "How come a monk doesn't know the heart of a good person?"

"The world is like a burning house. I helped him to die with this sword. How can he blame me if he doesn't come to thank me?"

They are all in the religious circle. How can a monk say that a Taoist priest is a demon? Do you know the rules?

"Demon, no matter how eloquent you are, from today on you will be a thorn in the eyes of the righteous people in the world!" another monk said angrily.

For many years, Shaolin Temple has been in charge of the righteous path and has the right to define "good and evil". Whoever they say is righteous is righteous, and whoever they say is evil is evil.

It’s just obvious that the monk doesn’t understand the situation now.

Shaolin's right to speak comes from its own military strength and heritage, as well as from the Central Plains martial arts world, the support of various powerful families, and the solidarity of a large number of Shaolin lay disciples.

Many of these lay disciples were originally children of local wealthy families, and some ran escort agencies, water transport, horse caravans, salt gangs, and the like. This is why the voice of Shaolin spread throughout the martial arts world in an instant and was recognized by the majority of people.

Now that Shaolin has surrendered to the Jin people and cut itself off from the Central Plains martial arts world, you still want to have the right to speak? Are you kidding?
Of course, if the Jin people really took over the world, that would be a different story.

"Haha, whatever you want."

"However, you all speak so righteously all the time, so I would like to see how many relics you ten monks can burn together."

As soon as he finished speaking, Qiu Chuji activated his fire power, chopped his palm forward, and actually shot out a large ball of flame.

The fire burned fiercely, instantly igniting the surrounding trees.

Qiu Chuji turned it into wind power, which fueled the fire, making it even more turbulent and unstoppable.

The raging fire became an irresistible natural disaster in a short period of time, and it has reached a point where human power cannot match it.

Being in the raging fire, the temperature, which was originally suitable, was soaring every moment. Even Qiu Chuji, the arsonist, began to feel uncomfortable.

Without any help, Qiu Chuji soared into the air through the black smoke and flames. He flew high up, spread his sleeves, and glided away into the distance.

Although those monks who were seriously injured had martial arts skills, they did not have as good lightness skills as Qiu Chuji. They could not jump out of the sea of ​​fire at all and could only be trapped in the fire, unable to stop spitting at Qiu Chuji and calling for help.

Of course, not all monks in Shaolin Temple are bad.

But it is definitely not a good thing to rush over in just a few days and act as a watchdog for the Jin people.

After cleaning up a batch of them, the thousand-year-old temple will be restored to peace, and even the Buddha would praise it for being a job well done.

After gliding in the air for a while, when Qiu Chuji circled and landed, Daxing Prefecture was already in sight.

As long as you pass Daxing Prefecture, you will reach Zhongdu.

Suddenly, there was a cry of an eagle, and hundreds of cavalrymen rushed out from one place and surrounded Qiu Chuji.

"Shoot!" A large number of arrows shot towards Qiu Chuji, but were naturally blocked by Qiu Chuji's body protective energy.

These hundreds of riders fired three rounds in total, then turned their horses around and dispersed without saying hello, so that even if Qiu Chuji waved his hand to fight back, he could only knock a few people off their horses and failed to cause much damage to this team of cavalry.

Qiu Chuji walked for more than ten miles when another group of cavalry came rushing towards him from afar. They were all light riders and fast horses. They shot several rounds of arrows from a distance and then rode away, leaving Qiu Chuji no chance to fight a tough battle.

After this happened again and again, Qiu Chuji finally realized that this was a deliberate attempt to drain his energy.

Perhaps there was an 'expert' who gave advice and pointed out that Qiu Chuji's golden body state could not last long, and could not be repeated in a short period of time.

It’s a pity that this news is a bit outdated.

The current Qiu Chuji is not afraid of this consumption at all.

Unless you find tens of thousands of elite soldiers to surround him and toughen him up, this method will not work at all if you want to make Qiu Chuji's condition decline.

"Unfortunately, the current situation is that large armies can't do anything to me, and I don't have much real power to make any progress with an army of several thousand or tens of thousands of people."

"Compared to Ah Qing's sword that can break through 3,000 armors, there is still a gap."

"If I let go and kill as many as I can, I can defeat thousands of soldiers, which is already incredible. If I continue to waste time, I will be out of breath and exhausted."

The magical skill of Reversing the Two Principles and Six Combinations is certainly extremely powerful, but the strength it generates is essentially converted from the true qi of several internal skills. Most of the energy supply for the human body to generate true qi comes from daily food and medicine absorption. Although the body also draws on the energy of heaven and earth, it is not much and not strong enough.

The so-called heavenly realm in the Guiyuan Secret Book is actually the state where people can obtain energy from nature instead of relying solely on food. Qiu Chuji had already reached this state automatically after listening to the sound of the Yuxu Bell several times, and he didn't need to worry about it anymore.

Even so, the vital energy available for absorption between heaven and earth is still relatively thin.

The Xiantian Gong's forceful swallowing of the Qi of heaven and earth actually has a bit of reckless meaning. It is too careless and can easily shorten one's life if used too much.

Heading north, the Jin cavalry came more than a dozen times. The closer they got to Zhongdu, the more frequently they came.

When Qiu Chuji arrived outside Zhongdu, thousands of heavily armored cavalrymen were already lined up and ready for battle.

On the left and right sides, there are thousands of elite infantrymen, and their weapons are various iron chains, hooks, and heavy shackles.

The thousand cavalrymen right in front looked like the real Iron Pagoda. They were veterans who had been tempered on the battlefield. When they gathered together, they had a murderous aura that was stronger than that of ten thousand people and rushed towards him.

Among the thousand-man cavalry, Jin Wushu was sitting on horseback, also wearing armor, with guards behind him holding flags high.

"Why don't you hide in the city?" Qiu Chuji saw Jin Wushu, and from the looks of the surrounding Jin soldiers looking at this man, Qiu Chuji confirmed his identity.

"This is the safest place." Jin Wushu's face was ruddy and his voice was exceptionally loud, but his lips were a little black.

He must have used tiger and wolf medicine to forcibly extract the last bit of fresh energy from his body. After this battle, whether he managed to dodge Qiu Chuji's sword to the north or not, he would die.

In fact, even if Qiu Chuji withdrew like this now, the actual purpose could still be achieved. However, in symbolic terms, it was far from satisfying. It was like a tiger with a head but a snake with a tail.

"The strategic layout of the front line has been completed, and the march southward is a foregone conclusion. At that time, the Song people were like sheep, allowing my army to fight. Although I died, many more people were buried with me. It was never wronged." Jin Wushu looked at Qiu Chuji and spoke, his eyes revealing neither hatred nor hostility, but a long-lost desire to confide. At his age, with such experience and physical condition, the so-called personal grudges were no longer in his heart, but he saw more.

"Are you going to say that if I retreat today, you will stop the army from moving south?" Qiu Chuji asked.

Jin Wushu laughed when he heard this, his laughter was old and powerful.

"I have been bedridden for several years, and I often think that if I had the honor to win the battle with Marshal Yue, it would have been a blessing for me even if I died on the battlefield."

"You avenged Marshal Yue and killed Qin Hui in the Song Dynasty's palace. You can be considered a hero. Dying in your hands is a much better outcome for me than dying on a hospital bed."

After coughing twice, Jin Wushu continued, "But a person like you is too dangerous and too much of a hindrance."

"I can die today, but you... must also be buried here."

"I will die with no regrets in my life, dragging you with me as a scapegoat before I die!"

Upon hearing this, Qiu Chuji took off the long mace behind him, and terrifying energy burst out from his body. Then he raised his hand... and threw the mace.

The hundred-step flying mace flew into the air.

At this moment, the gap between Qiu Chuji and Jin Wushu was more than a hundred steps.

But the long mace still carried an unstoppable momentum and a terrifying whistling sound, and it flew straight towards Jin Wushu over a distance of hundreds of steps.

Howling!
The war horses neighed, and two Iron Flotsam cavalrymen leaped out to the left and right, using their heavily armored bodies to block the long maces that were rushing towards them.

Although they were wearing armor, they were still flesh and blood. If they blocked this attack, they would definitely not survive. However, they were ready to die without any hesitation.

At the same time, the left and right routes were split open like blades, and hundreds of heavy cavalry rushed towards Qiu Chuji as if the earth was broken into pieces.

They wanted to crush Qiu Chuji's flesh and blood body with the momentum and impact force of a landslide or tsunami.

Qiu Chuji was not sure whether his current defense could withstand such a charge. This was not the impact of one man and one horse, but the oppressive force like a mountain collapsing.

His figure soared into the air, and a large amount of arrows rained down.

Qiu Chuji swayed his body in the wind, and more than a dozen phantoms appeared in the air. He took a step forward in the air, and the distance between him and Jin Wushu was shortened by half.

It seemed that with just one more step, he would be able to reach Jin Wushu.

Brush brush!
Dozens of large nets, pulled by special siege crossbows, flew to the height of Qiu Chuji and began to block his way forward.

Qiu Chuji turned several times in the air, his strength gradually weakened, and he had to land from mid-air.

Although his lightness skill was good, he was still practicing martial arts, not magic, so he couldn't really control the wind or ride on the clouds for a long time.

clap clap!

Several soldiers in heavy armor rushed over and tried to hold Qiu Chuji's legs and waist, using their own weight to temporarily hold Qiu Chuji.

Behind them were elite infantrymen dragging heavy chains and shackles.

If they wanted to kill Qiu Chuji, they had to first limit his mobility. These Jin soldiers had obviously made many contingency plans.

Although Qiu Chuji's most notable feature is his inhuman defensive ability, no matter how strong the defense is, it will be worn down one day. Even a little bit of scraping can kill a person.

The key is still to limit.

It is said that when the health bar is lit, the gods will kill you.

But if there were no restrictions on copies, a god who could come and go freely and travel at will, even if his health bar was high, it would be a pipe dream to use human wave tactics to scratch him.

Faced with such a situation, Qiu Chuji remained calm, turned his body, and fired with both hands.

Sword Qi flew out like machine gun fire.

Every sword energy accurately took away a life, and soon a wall of corpses formed around Qiu Chuji's body.

Outside the wall of corpses, a large net mixed with steel wires covered it again layer by layer.

For a moment, Qiu Chuji seemed to be really trapped in it, unable to escape.

Ah!
But then there was a sound like a muffled thunder, and arcs of lightning jumped between the armor, knocking down dozens of cavalrymen.

The thick wall of corpses exploded, and Qiu Chuji controlled the wind, thunder, fire, water, mountains and swamps of heaven and earth and soared into the sky again.

The so-called six voids refer to the up, down and four directions.

The eight kinds of strength correspond to the changes of the Eight Trigrams. The changes blend with each other, forming an infinite universe.

There are more than eight kinds of strength in the universe.
While the Xiantian Gong was working at the same time, there was an invisible funnel between heaven and earth, which condensed a huge amount of Qi of heaven and earth into Qiu Chuji's body.

Then he saw his hands clenched in an empty fist, and a continuous stream of energy emerged from Qiu Chuji's body, with the surging breath circulating in his body twice as fast.

fall!
Under the clenched hands, the invisible and formless sword energy suddenly took on a real shape in Qiu Chuji's palms.

The tangible sword energy, which was seven or eight meters long, fell down like a giant sword.

The mountain-like Iron Pagoda was split in half. The people, horses, and armor that stood in front of the sword were all shattered, and a long crack appeared in the ground.

For a moment, the entire battlefield became silent.

The fearless Jin soldiers also stopped.

This is not cowardice, but people have an instinctive resistance and fear of things they don't understand.

(End of this chapter)