The First Sword of the Universe

Chapter 201 Xie Xun: Master, please go on your way!

Xie Xun practiced the Nine Yang Magical Art for too short a time.
More than ten years ago, Cheng Kun's martial arts skills were far superior to those of his disciple Xie Xun. He then practiced Shaolin Nine Yang Gong for more than ten years, and his skills had reached the level of perfection.

Among all the masters in Shaolin Temple, he is slightly superior to the other three great monks with the character "Kong" and is on par with the three great monks with the character "Du".

It's just that he has always been low-key and good at hiding, so he was not noticed.

On the other hand, Xie Xun has practiced the Nine Yang Divine Art for more than a year. Although his skills have improved by leaps and bounds thanks to the mysterious and wonderful nature of the art, he is still inferior to Cheng Kun.

However, Xie Xun made up for the gap with his desperate determination!

He ignored the bleeding wound on his chest, laughed wildly, hugged Cheng Kun, who was dizzy from the Lion's Roar, and threw him to the ground fiercely.

"Hahahaha, Master, you are dead today."

"Let go, you evil disciple, let go"

"Master, the more you struggle and resist, the happier I will be when I kill you. Hahahaha, so, Master, please struggle, be angry, and then die."

The roars of unwillingness and the joyful laughter of revenge that was about to be avenged kept ringing out in the forest.

The two figures were tightly entangled, rolling and fighting on the ground, occasionally knocking down the surrounding trees, and occasionally smashing the nearby stones.
Blood gushed out of their bodies, and occasionally a painful groan could be heard, but these still could not stop the two from fighting fiercely.
Xie Xun hugged Cheng Kun with his arms and rammed his head into his opponent's head crazily; or he wrapped his legs around Cheng Kun's waist and punched him with countless seven-wound punches with his hands like flying horses and meteors; or he picked up a stone from the ground and smashed it hard on Cheng Kun's head.
He was trying his best to kill Cheng Kun!
How could Cheng Kun sit still and wait for death? He resisted fiercely. Sometimes his hands turned into the Hunyuan Thunderbolt Hands, banging at Xie Xun; sometimes they turned into the cold and poisonous Phantom Yin Fingers, poking bloody holes in Xie Xun's body.
His struggle and resistance represent his attitude of wanting to survive!

The fight between the two entered a high-intensity state from the very beginning. Xie Xun tried every means to never allow Cheng Kun to leave the three-foot range of his body.

Cheng Kun struggled and resisted hard. He did not want to kill Xie Xun, but only wanted to break free from Xie Xun's entanglement and escape.

The two men were fighting and yelling and cursing at each other.

"Xie Xun, you traitor, if you had not joined the Ming Cult and become Yang Dingtian's subordinate, would I have killed your entire family when I went crazy?! All of this is your own fault, you can't blame me."

"Hahahaha, Cheng Kun, what's the point of you saying these things to me now? What's the point? No matter what, your feud with Master Yang should not involve my family. Even if you kill me, I have no complaints, but you should never, ever kill my wife, children, and my parents."

"Hahahaha, Xie Xun, what's the point of just killing you? Do you know how much I hate Yang Dingtian? I just want to kill your entire family, let you kill people in pain and regret, and make more enemies for your Ming Cult. I want everyone to hate the Ming Cult and destroy it completely."

"Cheng Kun, your evil plan will not succeed. You will die here, in my hands, and it will be a very painful death."

"Hahahaha, Xie Xun, my good disciple, let's see if you have the ability to beat me to death."

Amidst the crazy roars and curses, the fight between the two became more and more brutal.

Although Xie Xun was attacked by Cheng Kun's palms and fingers countless times, his Nine Yang Divine Art greatly alleviated his injuries.

The power of the Hunyuan Thunderbolt Hand, which was released by the Shaolin Nine Yang Kung Fu, was like a drop in the ocean, with eight out of ten of its effects being destroyed; the Huanyin Finger, which was released by the Yin and cold true Qi, the cold poison was dissolved away by the Nine Yang true Qi that was specifically designed to restrain it as soon as it rushed into Xie Xun's body.

It can be said that Cheng Kun's two unique skills were all suppressed by the Nine Yang True Qi in Xie Xun's body.

So, even though Xie Xun's body was covered in blood and there were many bloody holes on his chest, back, arms, thighs, etc., and he looked extremely miserable, those were just flesh wounds. His internal injuries were not serious.

On the other hand, Cheng Kun was tightly entangled by Xie Xun, who hit him with his head, threw stones, punched him, and even kicked him. He used every possible means to beat him up.

These attacks looked very crazy, and Cheng Kun was indeed beaten black and blue, with a bloody head and tattered clothes, but his appearance was only worse. He was still not as tragic as Xie Xun. However, his internal injuries were much more serious than Xie Xun's.

The Shaolin Nine Yang Kungfu he practiced did not include the method of protecting the body with true qi, nor did he learn the Shaolin Temple's Vajra Indestructible Kungfu.
In the fierce close combat, Cheng Kun was far inferior to Xie Xun in terms of resistance.

As time went by, Xie Xun became more and more energetic and vigorous. Even though his clothes were stained with blood, he was still as vigorous as a lion.
Cheng Kun let out a series of unwilling roars, and the more he struggled, the weaker his strength became, and the more he resisted, the weaker his spirit became.
In the end, he almost became Xie Xun's human sandbag, being beaten left and right, staggering forward and backward by the sandbag-sized fists.

Cheng Kun's internal injuries had accumulated over and over again, becoming so serious that they had affected the normal performance of his martial arts.

Bang bang bang bang bang!
At the end of the fight, Xie Xun clearly felt the powerlessness coming from Cheng Kun's body, so he retracted his Nine Yang Qi and just used his huge fists to beat Cheng Kun hard.

While beating him, he shouted angrily: "Come on, keep beating me!"

"Aren't you going to beat me to death? Come on, Cheng Kun, keep on beating me."

Cheng Kun struggled to block Xie Xun's fists while breathing heavily. He felt that every breath he took would cause a sharp pain in his internal organs.

His eyes were red, swollen, purple and blue, and his vision became blurry. He could not see his good disciple in front of him clearly.

His head was in a daze, like a ball of paste, and every struggle and resistance became a subconscious action.

Bang!
Until Xie Xun punched Cheng Kun hard in the stomach again.
Cheng Kun groaned, his body flew backwards three feet, and with a thud, he fell to his knees.

puff!
He opened his mouth and a stream of scarlet blood spurted out, and his head drooped down weakly.

Xie Xun, with blood all over his body and holes all over his fingers, spat a mouthful of bloody saliva to the side, then slowly walked to Cheng Kun who was kneeling on the ground. He looked at the other person's dazed appearance with an expression on his face that seemed like he was neither crying nor laughing.

In order to seek revenge on Cheng Kun, he searched the world for more than 20 years, and endured more than 20 years of despair and pain.
Now, this guy who was both his mentor and his enemy was kneeling in front of him, waiting for his decision.
For a moment, he felt mixed emotions, unable to express them in words.

Grabbing Cheng Kun by the collar, Xie Xun lifted him up from the ground. Staring at Cheng Kun's eyes that were swollen into two slits, he smiled uglier than crying: "Cheng Kun, Master, I'm going to beat you to death soon."

"Before you die, do you have anything else to say?"

A hint of clarity flashed across Cheng Kun's muddled eyes. He grabbed the hand that was pulling at his collar and pulled it away with force. He staggered back two steps and chuckled with blood at the corner of his mouth.

"Haha, haha, disciple, my good disciple"

"I never thought that my master would die in your hands first."

"But it doesn't matter anymore. The demise of the Ming Cult is inevitable, and no one can change it."

"Haha, haha, the Ming Cult is doomed to be destroyed. The oath I made in front of my junior sister's corpse will soon be fulfilled."

“Ha, hahahaha, hahahahahahahahaha”

Looking at Cheng Kun, who was finally able to regain his strength, shaking his body and laughing crazily, Xie Xun was silent for a long while before he slowly said, "My Ming Cult will never be destroyed. Our current leader is not only a martial arts master, but also a scholar. He can plan and win battles thousands of miles away."

Cheng Kun stopped laughing wildly, looked at Xie Xun meaningfully, and said tremblingly: "I, I don't expect that the six major sects can, can destroy you, the Ming Cult."

Xie Xun shook his head and said in a deep voice: "I know that with the leader presiding over the meeting on the mountain, the six major sects are destined to become the supporters of my Ming Cult and fight against the Mongolian army together with us."

"What?!" Cheng Kun was horrified and opened his eyes wide, trying to see clearly whether his good disciple in front of him was deceiving him.

But he was disappointed. The good disciple in front of him had a cold face and looked as if he had everything under control.

Cheng Kun staggered, took two steps back, and then two more steps back, as if he had figured something out. He shouted in disbelief, "So, it turns out that the siege of Guangmingding by the six major sects was also pushed by your leader behind the scenes."

Xie Xun's expression became solemn, he clasped his hands together, bowed and said, "Master, please go on your way!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he straightened his waist, put his right fist at his waist, and the next moment, he punched Cheng Kun in the chest.

Seven streams of white true energy instantly surrounded his body, swirling and dancing wildly, imprisoning Cheng Kun's body.

Then, seven streams of true energy rushed up to Cheng Kun's head, like seven extremely agile snake shadows, rushing to drill into his eyes, ears, mouth, and nose.
Cheng Kun's imprisoned body loosened and he staggered unsteadily, staring at Xie Xun with his eyes. He wanted to say something when a dull explosion suddenly came from his body.

Bang!
The sound was like a drum, penetrating the tough bones and flesh and could be heard clearly. In the direction where the sound came from, a fist mark suddenly protruded outwards.

It was as if someone had punched out from its body, lifting Cheng Kun's skin and flesh.
Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang!
Seven sounds, like the muffled sound of a drum, came out from Cheng Kun's body one after another.

Cheng Kun's face was filled with extreme pain, his body was shaking violently, and the marks of seven fists appeared on his chest, abdomen, back and other places.

When all the fist marks were bounced back by the tough bones, flesh and blood, Cheng Kun raised his head and spurted out a column of blood, which shot straight into the sky.
Mixed within that column of blood were countless pieces of internal organs and white bone fragments, which scattered on the surrounding ground with a crackling sound.

After the blood spurted out, Cheng Kun's body fell to the ground like a puddle of mud.

The chest and abdomen that were once strong and powerful have now become shriveled and wrinkled, as if only an empty human skin remains.
(End of this chapter)