A thousand enlightenments in one night, starting from being a menial apprentice.

Chapter 293 Wood Chopping Technique

Duan Rong's eyes were cold as he pulled out the Minghong Sword from the back of the fortune teller's head.

The tip of the Minghong Knife was covered with a layer of sticky brain matter. Duan Rong infused his internal energy, shook the blade, and threw the brain matter onto the ground.

Duan Rong sheathed his sword and looked around.

He had already thought of a plan before, and he implemented it immediately without any hesitation.

This dilapidated temple actually has two entrances and exits. In addition to the temple gate, there is also a collapsed corner, which is made of bricks, stones and rubble, and the collapsed hole is narrow, making it inconvenient to enter and exit.

Duan Rong suddenly bent down, reached out and tore off the trouser leg of his right leg, then he flashed and hung the rag in his hand on a broken wooden spike of a broken pillar in the collapsed cave.

The mountain wind blew in, and the rag moved against the wind...

Duan Rong wanted to create the illusion that he killed the fortune teller in the ruined temple and then escaped through the collapsed cave...

As for his real hiding place, Duan Rong had already set his sights on the dusty jar next to the statue in the ruined temple...

Duan Rong felt that the jar was too conspicuous when placed next to the statue, so he strode over, reached into the jar with his big hand, lifted it up from the inner wall, and placed it in a dark corner in the shade of the ruined temple.

There was no light in that place, and if you didn't look carefully, you couldn't see that there was a dusty jar in the corner.

Duan Rong put the jar in place and put one foot in it. Then his whole body began to crackle and his body shrank in circles. After two breaths, he twisted his whole body little by little and entered the jar.

This was Duan Rong's plan, using the bone-shrinking skill to hide in the jar in the ruined temple. In this way, even if someone searched the ruined temple, they would never notice him.

Duan Rong did not choose to escape directly, because he was afraid that he would not be able to escape. The Filthy Blood Sect had laid such a large net, who knew if there was anyone to support them.

Secondly, he didn't want to leave like this. What if his people won in the end? Although the people of the Filthy Blood Sect were powerful, those sect envoys were not vegetarians either.

He hid in this jar, but he could send his spiritual awareness outside to investigate the situation outside.

Not only can you ensure your own safety, but you can also respond at any time and advance or retreat.

If they win, he will leave the jar. Killing the fortune teller can be considered a meritorious act. For such a big case, the sect may reward him.

If it was the Filthy Blood Cult that killed all their people, Duan Rong would hide in this jar and come out after everyone had left.

If it is the second case, Duan Rong is not going back to Xiangu County.

In such a big case, everyone died, how did he survive? He couldn't explain it clearly. The sect and the government would focus on investigating him.

How could he withstand such scrutiny?

If it is the second case, Duan Rong plans to run away, move to another place, live in hiding for a while.

After the storm has passed, he will use the money in the Wild Boar Mountain stronghold to find a way to get himself an identity.

Three years later, he will once again participate in the selection of registered disciples of the sect with a new identity.

He couldn't believe that if it happened again, he would be so unlucky?!
Duan Rong was hiding in an altar in a ruined temple. The only things that worried him at this moment were Xiao Yu and Ximen Kankan. When he used his spiritual sense to check, he couldn't find them at all.

There were only Tao Rong and Lu Qingzhu around him.

Xiao Yu and Ximen Kankan were probably in the field on the other side of the official road. Duan Rong had no idea what was going on over there, and there were so many powerful enemies out there. To be honest, in this melee, the strong ones in the True Qi Realm were the main force, and people like him were just cannon fodder.

Duan Rong knew very well that at this moment he could only save himself, not others. If he got carried away and tried to force his way through the official road filled with black smoke to save Xiao Yu on the other side, it was very likely that he would not be able to save Xiao Yu at all, and he would die!

It was too chaotic outside, and he had no idea how many people the Filthy Blood Cult had dispatched this time...

Tao Rong jumped out from the thick black smoke and landed in the field beside the official road.

He was panting heavily, his nose and tears running down his face. The black smoke was mixed with poison powder, and he was slow to react for a moment, so he inhaled a little bit...

Tao Rong blew his nose and just as he looked up, he saw a man suddenly walking out from behind a big tree not far from him.

The man was about forty years old, with a resolute face and bright eyes. He was wearing a coarse cloth and had empty hands. His face was deeply wrinkled and his hands were covered with calluses.

The man walked slowly, and his expression was like that of an honest and taciturn old farmer from the nearby village.

He stood not far from Tao Rong, stared at him, and said in a deep voice: "Are you Tao Rong?"

Tao Rong was shocked. How could an ordinary farmer in such a remote place call out his name?
Moreover, there was black smoke billowing here and such a big commotion, but this man had a calm face and was not at all panicked. How could he be an ordinary farmer?
Tao Rong did not answer, but drew out his weapon, holding the blade in front of him, his eyes rolling around, because he had heard the faint sound of iron colliding in all directions, and it was obvious that the fight was not only going on here...

Seeing Tao Rong like this, the old farmer laughed and said, "You are quite careful? You have a fair complexion, but it's a pity that you are not a woman. What's the point of being so beautiful?"

As the old farmer spoke, he pulled out an axe from his waist.

This axe is the blade he usually uses to chop wood in the yard, or it can also be said to be a farm tool.

He has been using this knife for nearly thirty years. Every time he holds the knife, he feels like it is his other hand, and they are connected mentally without any barriers.

The old farmer held the axe in his hand, and suddenly took quick steps. The knife was as sharp as a streak of light, and with a flash of black light, he chopped towards Tao Rong's head.

Tao Rong had a tough battle with Duan Rong at the Elite Selection Meeting. After returning and meditating for several days, he had already achieved a breakthrough into the realm of subtlety.

When he saw the old farmer being stabbed on the head, he was horrified!

The old farmer took strange small steps, but his speed was surprisingly fast. Moreover, the blow he made was simple and steady, without any frills. It was obvious that he was a martial artist of quite high level.

Both of them were at a subtle level and they fought each other in an instant.

As soon as they started fighting, the old farmer clenched his teeth. The information given by Ge Qingchuan was wrong. How could Tao Rong be at the great perfection level? He had already reached the subtle level.
Although both of them are very skilled, the old farmer is obviously better than Tao Rong.

The old farmer's wood-chopping technique has been practiced for many years and has reached a certain level of perfection.

In fact, these were just a few labor-saving moves he had learned from chopping wood for a long time.

But he later joined the Filthy Blood Cult, and after practicing the Filthy Blood Divine Art, he also inherited some martial arts from the sect.

As he practiced, he incorporated the movements of chopping wood into his swordplay, forming a strange kind of knife technique.

Later, after achieving great success, he abandoned the complicated martial arts and only kept those wood-chopping movements, which he used in turn. Immediately, his power increased greatly. From then on, he called this sword technique the Wood-Chopping Sword Technique and practiced it every day!

Tao Rong saw that he was at a disadvantage. The old farmer's swordsmanship, although seemingly clumsy, was actually very strong and powerful. He knew that if the battle continued for so long, he would surely die!
Tao Rong suddenly shook his sleeves, and three long and thin darts suddenly shot out! The old farmer flipped his axe and tried to knock down the three long and thin darts shot at him, but at this moment, the dart in the middle suddenly exploded, and three thinner darts burst out from it, shooting straight at the old farmer's face!
The old farmer's face suddenly turned black, his scalp felt like it was electrified, and blood suddenly surged all over his body!
The blood spurted out from the pores all over the old farmer's body, like exploding hair!
As soon as the blood line appeared, it was like a living thing, instantly gathering in front of the old farmer's face, blocking the three slender darts that were shot out!
The old farmer looked unhappy and glared at Tao Rong.

Tao Rong looked at the old farmer in front of him, who looked like a red-haired ghost with strange blood lines floating around him...

The blood lines were floating and squirming, and their color was like a leech that had sucked enough blood, dark red and dripping...

"Dirty blood...monster..."

At this moment, Tao Rong began to stutter when he spoke.

He was a descendant of an aristocratic family, so he naturally knew a lot of the secrets of the Filthy Blood Cult, but this was the first time he had seen a real Filthy Blood demon. Seeing the densely suspended, weird, terrifying, and disgusting blood lines...

Tao Rong's face suddenly became extremely ugly.

At the moment of the explosion on the official road, he was still wondering, who on earth were these bandits who were so bold as to even attack the sect's envoy?

Now he finally understood that this was an ambush organized by the Filthy Blood Cult!
The purpose is to kill them!

There were faint sounds of iron colliding all around, and it was obvious that they were all caught up in a big fight...

But the person in front of him, he was no match for him in the first place, and now with that strange blood line that could instantly protect his body, his chances of winning were even slimmer!

Tao Rong figured out the strategy in an instant. Now he could only guard the gate and delay the battle. After the outcome of other battlefields was decided, perhaps an envoy from the sect would come to rescue him.

After all, the mission of the sect's envoy is to protect these registered disciples!

But Tao Rong was obviously overthinking it. After his blood line surged, the old farmer became as ferocious as a wild beast. Because he was protected by the blood threads burst out by the Divine Art of Blood, he had no scruples and fought without restraint, just like chopping wood!

He jumped up and struck Tao Rong on the head!
Seeing that his body was covered in blood and squirming, Tao Rong tried to dodge immediately, but the old farmer chopped him down with a knife and took advantage of the situation to cut off a large piece of flesh from Tao Rong's crotch as he turned around to dodge.

When the old farmer saw the blood, his eyes flashed, and he leaped forward and slashed towards Tao Rong!

Tao Rong dodged the blade, but the old farmer actually turned his body sideways and crashed into Tao Rong's arms!
The two of them rolled over, and a large patch of blood covered Tao Rong's face, wriggling in a sticky and slippery manner...

Tao Rong felt sick and terrified, and in a panic, he drew his sword and was about to chop, but his blade was blocked by the blood line!
Almost falling to the ground, the old farmer rolled his arms, turned around and slashed at Tao Rong with a knife!
Seeing the knife coming, Tao Rong suddenly pushed the ground with his right leg, tilted his body and stood up backwards, trying to avoid the knife!

But the old farmer seemed to have anticipated his move. He pushed off the ground with his right leg, jumped up instantly, and floated backwards with his body tilted!
The two men's movements were as identical as if they were carved from the same mold, but the old farmer's blade was already approaching!

Tao Rong was old and couldn't react in time. Seeing that he couldn't avoid the knife, he had to turn his body to the side and sacrifice his arm to save his life!

The old farmer was very skilled in knife skills and cut off Tao Rong's entire left arm with one blow. Amidst a cloud of blood, the two men fell to the ground almost at the same time!

A broken arm fell on the grass between the two people...

Tao Rong stood there with a knife in his hand, sweat all over his forehead, his face pale, his eyes filled with fear. He begged for mercy in a trembling voice, "Sir, can you spare my life? My Tao family has quite a bit of property in Xiangu County, and I am willing to give it all to you, sir!"

"What kind of industry? Can it be compared to the Divine Art of Filthy Blood?"

The old farmer didn't want to waste time talking to him and attacked him again!
Tao Rong was seriously injured and unable to support himself. In a single blow, the old farmer knocked his weapon away and cut off his head!
The flesh at the broken part of his neck trembled, blood splashed all over the old farmer's face, and some of the blood splashed on the blood threads floating around the old farmer's body. Those blood threads squirmed, like the water in the sand, and swallowed up the blood in an instant...

The old farmer jumped up, grabbed Tao Rong's head in mid-air, and landed gracefully on the ground.

As soon as he had a thought, the blood threads floating and wriggling around his body instantly shrank back into his body like frightened living creatures.

The old farmer did not use blood threads to suck the blood from Tao Rong's body.

He is different from the fortune teller. The fortune teller has not even achieved the first level of the Divine Blood Art, but he has already achieved the second level of the Divine Blood Art!
Therefore, when he fought with Tao Rong just now, he didn't consume any blood in his body. Because every time you achieve a level of the Dirty Blood Divine Art, you need to practice blood, which is equivalent to improving the quality of the blood in your body.

The old farmer grabbed Tao Rong's head and laughed strangely.

Tao Rong was not dead yet. His eyelids were opening and closing, and his lips were pale and trembling...

The old farmer felt a burning sensation in his lower abdomen as he looked at Tao Rong's severed head.

Killing often stimulated his desire. Ge Qingchuan's slender waist and smiling face flashed through his mind.

He really wanted to know the answer to the question that Fan Hanzhou asked Ge Qingchuan.

Is she a virgin?

The old farmer licked his lips fiercely. At this moment, he seemed to be back in those crazy nights in the dark mountains...

He joined the Filthy Blood Cult by chance, and it has been nine years since then.

It turned out that there was a traveling doctor who passed by the village. When he treated him, he said that he had an incurable disease, but there was a way to save him, but he didn't know if he dared to try it.

His life was hanging by a thread at the time, so naturally he had no taboos.

From then on, he joined the Filthy Blood Cult unconsciously. It was not until a year later that he gradually realized that he had joined the Filthy Blood Cult and was practicing the Filthy Blood Divine Art.

He was originally an inconspicuous farmer in the village. Ever since he started practicing the Dirty Blood Divine Art, he often went to kidnap farm girls from nearby villages late at night.

Once he succeeded, he would jump into a nearby mountain and practice on the spot. After completing his blood training, he would suck the girl dry and bury her on the mountain, and burn her clothes, shoes and socks...

Relying on the cover of his farmer's identity and his skills in destroying corpses and covering up traces, he was able to succeed time and time again. After several years, he achieved the second level of the Dirty Blood Art.

You have to know that Wei Yutian is a martial artist at the True Qi realm, and he is also extremely wealthy, but he has only just achieved the second level of the Dirty Blood Divine Art.

The old farmer carried Tao Rong's severed head and walked towards the edge of the dense forest.

The severed head is proof of his military achievement, and he is going to give it to Ge Qingchuan in exchange for the next level of the Divine Blood Art.

He had not practiced for the past two or three years since he achieved the second level, because he had not yet obtained the third level of skills.

Therefore, in the past few years, he has not kidnapped girls from nearby villages. Some girls have grown up and are very attractive, and he has long been unable to restrain himself.

But when he thought that without the technique, it would be a waste if he kidnapped her and couldn't practice, he could only suppress his restless desire...

Now, he could finally eat meat again. Thinking of this, his heart was filled with enthusiasm...

(End of this chapter)