Sword from the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 199 The Great Battle of Hulao Pass!
Fifteen days after the Holy Land War.

The west wind grew stronger, and a growing chill clung to the spears, halberds, and banners outside Luoyang.

The army stretched out in a vast expanse, and the war drums of Yanshi resounded, shaking the entire city in autumn colors.

As Zu Junyan recited the "Proclamation Against Li Mi of Wagangzhai" on the command platform with a passionate and indignant tone, armies from town after town set off from Yanshi.

Starting with Du Fuwei of the First Garrison and Shan Xiongxin of the Second Garrison, and continuing with generals of all ranks in Luoyang such as Zhao Congwen, Yang Qing, Yang Gongqing, Zhang Zhenzhou, Song Mengqiu, and Lang Feng, there were a total of eighteen garrisons.

The generals led their troops, some more, some less, each fulfilling their duties, and marched in a mighty force straight through Hulao Pass.

At noon.

The scouts at Hulao Pass returned with their report and rushed to Pei Renji's tent.

"General Pei, the Yanshi army will arrive in three quarters of an hour!"

"Multiple armies from Luoyang were also among them, numbering at least fifty or sixty thousand men."

This wasn't the first time this had been reported. Pei Renji asked, "Why are only the two of you back? Where are the others?"

A scout looked up, a look of panic on his face:

"The enemy has many experts, hidden in front of the army formation. The scout camp was attacked, and some were killed or captured."

The other person hesitated, then remained silent.

They are too passive at this moment.

This wall extends along the mountain ridge, merging with the surrounding cliffs to form an impenetrable defensive line.

The Sishui River was originally a natural moat, and there were facilities and pontoon bridges near the pass to control the ferry crossing.

However, the enemy came from Yanshi, which is to the west, while the Sishui River is to the east.

The perilous cliffs could not stop a master of light-footed martial arts.

Therefore, according to common sense, the elite troops in the garrison of Hulao Pass and Chenggao City to the south should have been stationed at the beacon towers earlier, but General Pei remained indifferent and allowed the enemy army to advance.

This move clearly indicates an intention to engage in a decisive battle at Hulao Pass.

The enemy was not hindered along the way and their morale was high.

The closer the enemy troops got, the more nervous they became.

General Pei has extensive military experience. His use of troops in this way is either a mistake or a sign that he is confident of victory.

The scout gave a detailed report, observing the situation, but ultimately didn't say anything more.

Pei Renji waved his hand, and the scouts withdrew. His son, Pei Xingyan, holding two iron hammers, strode closer.

He slammed his double hammers down, his voice booming:

"Father, why don't I lead an army to the dangerous peak and valley of Dapi to blunt the enemy's momentum?"

"No."

Pei Renji stroked his long beard, his face stern:

"This move not only goes against Master Fu's requirements, but also misses a golden opportunity, and it's too late. If you take this risk now and encounter that Celestial Master outside, what will you do? Dangerous peaks and treacherous valleys cannot stop him."

"Only a massive army, a forest of spears and halberds, can stop such a martial arts grandmaster."

Pei Xingyan was young and impetuous, but upon hearing the words "Celestial Master," he immediately felt apprehensive and dared not act rashly.

He used the excuse of inspecting the city gate tower to send his men away.

First he looked towards Chenggao, then towards Xingyang, and whispered, "Father, where is Lord Mi?"

"I do not know either."

What are the chances of Fu Nanda defeating the Celestial Master?

He looked doubtful, then continued:

"Chao Gongcuo and Gai Suwen, though martial arts masters, suffered a crushing defeat at the Rong Mansion's birthday banquet, barely managing to save their lives. As the saying goes, 'One's momentum is strong at the beginning, but it weakens at the next.' Now, in the decisive battle at Hulao Pass, can they achieve the effect that Fu Nanduo desires when facing the Celestial Master?"

Pei Renji needs to consider both questions.

He thought it over and over, and answered cautiously:

"According to Fu Nanta, his chances of winning are at least 50%, and he has a secret method to restrict the mental abilities of others. Once the Celestial Master falls for it, Chao Gongcuo and Gai Suwen will seize the opportunity to strike, and their chances of winning are estimated to be 70%."

"Even if they don't achieve the expected results, the three of them should have no problem defending against the Celestial Master."

Pei Xingyan's confidence increased greatly: "It seems that defending this strategic pass with our troops should not be difficult."

"As long as Mi Gong continues to supply us, Hulao Pass can rest easy."

After hearing this, Pei Renji glanced around:
“My son, you must know that Fu Nanda is not doing this for Mi Gong. He has already achieved great power, and his desire for fame in this battle is even stronger. Regardless of victory or defeat, he will not stay in the pass.”

As for you and me.

Pei Xingyan's eyes widened as he heard his father say, "We should follow the general trend and not fight to the death."

"Father, you!"

Realizing he had spoken too loudly, he lowered his voice and reminded his father, "Father, the commanders in Chenggao and Guancheng are mostly trusted confidants of Lord Mi; we must not act rashly."

Pei Renji did not speak, and footsteps approached from afar.

Another wounded scout returned to report.

Hearing the continuous advance of the Yanshi army, the Pei father and son were anxious but helpless.

Fu Nanda was extremely skilled in martial arts, and Li Mi dared not offend him, so he ordered all the generals at Hulao Pass to obey his commands.

He was a master spiritual tailor, but now this Indian mad monk has become arrogant and, in order to demonstrate his authority, he is also interfering with the military formation.

The Pei father and son were anxious, but they had no time to whisper to each other.

The Yanshi army advanced extremely quickly!

The elite troops of the Pushan Public Army in Chenggao City, south of Hulao Pass, also poured into the formidable pass.

A vast array of banners fluttered in the solemn military formation. As the earth trembled, the defending soldiers looked eastward and could already see a corner of the banners in the distance.

In a short while, banners were fluttering in the breeze!
The Yanshi army is here!

At this moment, a tall, thin, and dark-skinned Indian monk, whose head was heavily wrapped in white gauze, also looked down from the majestic pass.

His eyesight was exceptional, far surpassing that of Chao Gongcuo and Gai Suwen standing nearby.

Before Chao Gai and his companion could react, a smile suddenly appeared on Fu Nanta's face: "Indeed, it was worth my time to take action."

In the distance, someone among the army caught his gaze.

They even followed his gaze to find him.

The silent clash was shattered by the sound of a troop of horses' hooves.

The soldiers roared and shouted, and the drums beat loudly.

Nearly 100,000 troops from both sides are facing off.

At Hulao Pass, the generals saw a burly man with a face like a red date, holding a horse spear, riding out from below the pass and challenging them to battle.

He shouted:

"Where is the shameless scoundrel Li Mi? Shan Xiongxin is here! Come and meet your death!"

Before the Pei family father and son could react, a general had already been rescued from the Duke of Pushan's camp.

He was rugged-looking, tall and burly, wielding a nine-ringed longsword: "How dare you! I am Liu Sandao, a subordinate of the Secret Lord. Today, within three strikes, I will surely cut you down from your horse!"

Upon hearing this, the garrison inside Hulao Pass shouted cheers and encouragement.

"Drive~!"

With the city gates wide open, this top-notch general from Pushan Public Army charged straight at Shan Xiongxin.

Before Shan Xiongxin could even start his horse, Liu Sandao charged forward with the momentum of a galloping horse. The horse galloped faster and faster, and at the instant all four hooves left the ground, he slashed out with his sword!

Shan Xiongxin parried with his spear, ducking to avoid the blade.

The two horses missed each other, and Shan Xiongxin turned around and thrust back.

"Ah~~!"

The fierce general was struck in the back, trembled twice on his horse, and then lay still.

The old horse knew the way; with a long neigh, it carried the corpse back into the pass.

As the army of Yanshi beat drums and cheered, another general charged out from Hulao Pass, shouting as he rode his horse:

"Don't be so arrogant, I, Wang Chong, will take you on!"

When he spoke, he had a strong Beihai accent.

In the blink of an eye, spears clashed with lances, and after only three moves, Wang Chong's throat was pierced, and he died beneath the city walls.

The forces from Yanshi were even more imposing, suppressing the sounds from Hulao Pass.

The spiritual mentor on the city wall seemed unable to bear it any longer and named a general.

This man had a long beard, was around forty years old, and looked quite robust.

Only after he introduced himself did we learn that his surname was Zhou and his given name was Cang.

Shan Xiongxin fought him, and the two exchanged blows with spears and lances, competing in both battle formations and martial arts skills. Shan Xiongxin was increasingly astonished.

His opponent was hit by two spears, but he did not fall.

After the spear struck him for the third time, Zhou Cang fell off his horse. Seeing that he was still alive, Shan Xiongxin rode after him, but his opponent used his lightness skill to move faster than four hooves and rushed back to Hulao Pass.

Hou Xibai was shocked: "What's going on with that person?!"

Zhou Yi guessed, "He must have practiced Indian martial arts such as the Sun-Changing Technique."

Dugu Feng nodded in agreement, while Du Fuwei asked a couple of questions. Zhou Yi then briefly explained to him what the Sun-Changing Technique was, and how to exchange with the Great Sun Tathagata in the Three Meridians and Seven Wheels.

Old Du may not know any Indian martial arts, but his eyes are sharp enough.

He looked at the city wall, which was nearly ten zhang high:

"This person was chosen by Fu Nanda, so he probably learned Indian demonic arts. Judging from this, Fu Nanda should also be familiar with this method."

Zhou Yi understood that Lao Du was reminding him, and responded seriously.

Just then, the sound of clashing weapons rang out again in the distance.

Li Mi's side suffered three defeats in three battles. Pei Xingyan, as the fiercest general of Hulao Pass, went out with his double hammers.

He once followed the general Zhang Xutuo, and was known for his bravery and skill in battle, earning him the reputation of being able to defeat ten thousand men. He repeatedly made meritorious contributions, but was framed by a villain.

On the battlefield, however, there are not so many twists and turns.

Having just seen Shan Xiongxin's spear pattern from the city wall, he felt even more confident.

At this moment, one was experienced and shrewd, while the other was brave and fierce.

After dozens of rounds of fighting, the sounds of weapons clashing grew louder and louder.

Song Mengqiu, Zhang Zhenzhou and others originally wanted to volunteer to fight and boost the morale of the army, but when they saw Pei Xingyan wielding his double hammers with a roaring wind, they knew they were no match for him and could only watch from the sidelines.

Despite receiving guidance from Zhou Yi on his internal energy cultivation and having practiced the Overlord Fire Qi, Shan Xiongxin still found it difficult to defeat Zhou Yi.

The momentum of Hulao Pass was gradually weakening. If they continued fighting like this, the previous three victories would have been for nothing.

Du Fuwei and Zhou Yi exchanged a glance, then galloped off on horseback in front of Zhao Congwen, Yang Qing, and the other generals.

"Brother Shan, please rest for a moment. I would like to experience General Pei's double-hammer fighting style."

His voice travels extremely far.

Pei Renji, standing on the city wall, felt a chill run down his spine, knowing who had arrived.

Du Fuwei was a very famous figure, renowned in the martial arts world from a young age. In terms of martial arts prowess, Pei Xingyan would probably be no match for him.

Moreover, this person had a very close relationship with the Celestial Master.
Upon thinking of this, Pei Renji couldn't help but look at the Yanshi army formation and saw the white-clad figure in front of the army.

She was immediately filled with worry, fearing that something might happen to her son.

Just then, Vonganda, with his eyes half-closed, took a step closer to the edge of the city wall.

"Clang!!"

As soon as Shan Xiongxin withdrew, Du Fuwei's longsword collided with the double hammers.

Pei Xingyan felt the force from the hammer as he struck, and staring at the stern-faced man in front of him, he couldn't help but grit his teeth.

Even with his innate superhuman strength and extraordinary energy, he was still undeterred.

But the opponent could compensate with internal force, showing no fear whatsoever.

Unlike his earlier fight with Shan Xiongxin, his encounter with Du Fuwei had transformed from a battle between soldiers into a duel between martial arts masters.

Within its reach lies its understanding of martial arts.

After exchanging a dozen or so blows, Du Fuwei's sword aura grew increasingly fierce. At times, he would sweep his sleeves and unleash his signature move, "Universe in the Sleeve."

When Pei Xingyan encountered him, he could not unleash even 90% of his full strength.

The more they are defeated, the more obvious their momentum becomes.

The garrison at Hulao Pass panicked; General Pei was the most formidable general in the pass!

Chao Gongcuo and Gai Suwen had realized that the morale of the defending troops had changed.

Fu Nanda was more decisive than them. Without a word or warning, he suddenly pounced down from the city wall, his target Du Fuwei!
His mental pressure was released, instantly overturning the entire battle's style.

Pei Xingyan and Du Fuwei below were both surprised.

The Indian monk was shameless; he actually launched a sneak attack!
Even a martial arts master would most likely be killed in one blow by a sneak attack from Funanda.

He's got a good plan.

Killing Du Fuwei would diminish the prestige that the generals had just accumulated.

For him, seizing fame and status by force was commonplace.

The power flows through the three channels and seven chakras of the Vajradhara, emanating from the lower abdomen to form a storm-like aura that makes it difficult to breathe.

Pei Xingyan, who was below, was affected and was horrified, feeling the enormous, despairing gap between them!
The power emanating from the dark, thin, and withered monk's body sent a chill down his spine.

It was unstoppable; Du Fuwei was likely to die from this sudden attack.

Just as Pei Xingyan was thinking this, a powerful force swept over him like a whirlwind.

Like a withered leaf in the wind, he lost his grip on the horse and fell heavily to the ground. Stunned, he was immediately pulled away from the battlefield by Pei Renji, who was on the city wall. Seeing his son's stunned expression, Pei Renji jumped down to drag him away.

As soon as he landed and entered within ten feet of the battlefield, his vision suddenly became blurry and his spirits wavered.

She quickly bit her lip to calm herself down and dragged her son out.

Pei Xingyan regained his composure and pulled his father back towards Hulao Pass. A white shadow appeared in his eyes, blocking Du Fuwei's way.

So fast!

He hadn't blinked, so he didn't notice when the white figure appeared.

Pei Renji guessed what he was thinking and said directly:
“Master Fu made the first move, but the opponent was faster than him.”

He whispered again, "Quickly return to the city tower. If the army doesn't come out, we can no longer participate."

Pei Xingyan stopped talking about youthful impetuosity and returned to the city tower with his father, stopping near the South Sea Immortal.

The scene below the city was quite different.

Du Fuwei has safely retreated, while the mad monk from India is now confronting the Celestial Master.

Pei Xingyan glanced at Chao Gai and the other man beside him.

One man clenched his fist, the other held a knife, waiting for his chance. He quickly took two steps back, not wanting to be caught in the crossfire.

Tens of thousands of eyes converged from all directions.

The Indian monk smiled, his body relaxed, enjoying the spotlight.

"Celestial Master, we meet again. This time, I will not hold back."

"Oh? Just you?"

Zhou Yi turned his gaze to the top of Hulao Pass: "And those two defeated generals as well?"

Chao Gai's peripheral vision collided with theirs, and he leaped down.

The two possessed remarkable lightness skills; the old man from the South Sea, with his wide sleeves and flowing robes, gave the impression of floating in the air.

Gaisuwen's domineering voice rang out:
"Victory or defeat is not decided in a single battle; the one who laughs last is the winner. If the Celestial Master has the courage, he must not run away today."

"good."

Chao Gongcuo flicked his wide sleeves, stirring up the west wind: "Back then, the Celestial Master used his mysterious magic to launch a sneak attack, which was an unfair victory. Now that Master Fu is here, how can you repeat the same trick?"

Zhou Yi couldn't help but laugh:

"You remind me of Qu Ao. After his spirit was mended, he became mediocre but arrogant."

Chao Gai and his companion were publicly humiliated, and their expressions changed.

But recalling the scene at the Rong family's birthday banquet, they didn't dare to make a move.

Furthermore, having made an agreement with Fu Nanda, he temporarily suppressed his anger, only unleashing his murderous intent to aid the mad monk.

With his hands clasped together, Fu Nanda, though unarmed, boldly walked towards Zhou Yi.

Everyone could see the source of his confidence.

The more attention he received, the more imposing Funganda became!

As he walked, he spoke: "Celestial Master, do you know what it means to return to oneness with the divine?"

Zhou Yi didn't answer; instead, he answered his own question:

"I am Brahma, you are him. You are Brahma, I am him, like a spider spinning its web, like a tiny spark leaping from a fire, like a shadow emerging from me."

His voice was a kind of eerie Indian magic.

He not only shared his martial arts philosophy, but also conveyed spiritual power through his voice.

Everyone who hears his voice can't help but think along with him.

People with weak mental strength have the phrase "Brahman is me, I am him, he is Brahman" constantly echoing in their minds. In this Brahmanical chant, they may lose their true self in an instant.

This is what makes Vonganda so terrifying.

After he sees his true self, he can conduct mental interrogation, making his opponent think about "what is the true self" through his questions.

If one loses focus even for the slightest moment, they will suffer his most terrifying blow.

Inside and outside Hulao Pass, those who had regained their senses from their daze felt a chill run down their spines.

If they were in the midst of a battle, they would already be dead.

This top master in India, a martial arts grandmaster with extremely high spiritual cultivation, is using extraordinary methods to arouse everyone's fear.

A luster appeared on Fonanda's withered, dark face.

The next moment, he suddenly moved!
As he dodged towards Zhou Yi, he unleashed a surprising move, his body seemingly splitting into two parts.

The upper section bent to the left, and his withered, dark hands slid out from his sleeves. Both of his hands twisted and turned like venomous snakes, his ten fingers forming an eagle's beak shape. One hand attacked the life-and-death acupoint, and the other went straight for the dantian.

Then, with the next segment of his body, he kicked out with his left foot, aiming for the groin.

The distribution of every muscle in the body is precisely calculated, and the hands and left foot seem to be controlled by three brains simultaneously.

If you can't multitask, he'll hurt you in a heart attack in an instant.

When Fu Nanda was within three feet of him, Zhou Yi moved as swiftly as a rabbit!
His hands, like those of a clairvoyant hawk, fiercely seized the two venomous snakes that attacked him.

With his left foot, he struck first, delivering a powerful kick to Fonanda's left knee.

"Crack!"

Fu Nanda's left leg dislocated, dissipating the force, but instantly reconnected and returned to normal. In a flash, he exchanged nearly ten blows with Zhou Yi, leaving only afterimages for the onlookers. Fu Nanda's arm was struck and he felt pain, so he struggled outwards.

Zhou Yi performed a move that even spiritual yoga could not match, landing firmly with his left foot in mid-air and then kicking with his right.

"Bang~!"

When Funanda was struck in the chest, his heart displaced in an instant, and the caved-in bones bounced back in a moment.

He staggered back seven or eight steps, his feet were normal, but his arm was swollen, and a ball of true energy swam around under his skin like a live fish.

"boom!"

With a flick of his palm, he deflected the force of Zhou Yi's kick, which was aimed at him, and sent it crashing to the ground.

A long crack spread out from the ground, revealing the terrifying power of this energy.

Yet he withstood the blow without being injured.

A strong wind blew, and he used the force of the rebound to rise up and dodge an extremely powerful Heavenly Frost Fist.

Zhou Yi rushed over, but Fu Nanda neither dodged nor retreated.

He clasped his hands together, and with his right palm pulling out a superimposed force from his left palm, he thrust forward.

The person spun in the air, spiraling like a drill, and the resulting whirlwind lifted up a large layer of soil, forming a horizontal tornado that rushed straight towards them.

Zhou Yi's hands emitted a layer of white light, a sharp gleam unique to those who flow with sword energy, now attached to his palms.

It was like tearing a piece of cloth, ripping open the curtain of strong winds with a ripping sound.

Vonganda was immediately exposed in the tornado.

"Bang~!"

The two men struck each other with their palms, and the dirt and debris were suspended in the air due to their struggle. A look of surprise was hidden in Fonanda's calm eyes.

The opponent's true energy was far more powerful than he had expected.

It even gave him a sense of disconnect, because his skill level was completely out of sync with his age.

The moment he had this idea, a mental flaw was revealed.

For an ordinary person, this would immediately put them at a significant disadvantage.

However, the Indian monk possessed a magical spiritual technique that allowed him to mend himself with secret methods, eliminating the concept of "defeat" from his mind and allowing him to consistently "win" against his opponents.

Even if one studies Mahayana Buddhism, one can only deceive oneself.

The force and dirt swirled back towards him at the critical point.

Their fight had already thrilled the onlookers, and it was only then that they realized that the Celestial Master's skill was even greater than that of the Mad Monk.

Even martial arts grandmasters have their limitations!

Fu Nanda was affected by the force of the energy, and his body became unstable.

Zhou Yi's left palm, with its five fingers together like a knife, swept with a strong wind and slashed diagonally at the face!

A cold glint flashed in the mad monk's eyes. He neither dodged nor evaded, but twisted his left arm upward to parry the incoming palm strike with his hard forearm bone, making a crisp "snap" sound.

The bones appeared to have been cleaved by Zhou Yi.

Fu Nanda seemed oblivious. He clenched his right fist, his middle finger knuckle protruding like an iron cone. Using the momentum of his block, he thrust upwards with a sharp whistling sound that tore through the air, aiming straight for Zhou Yi's soft left rib.

Zhou Yi suddenly contracted his waist and abdomen, narrowly avoiding the vicious drilling fist.

He twisted his waist and hips, using the momentum to spin around, and his right leg lashed out like a steel whip, his toes pointed straight like a spear, also carrying a white light, fiercely stabbing towards Fu Nanda's side!

The kick was swift and cunning, sending Vonganda flying like a kite with a broken string.

“Bang, bang, bang~!”

The mad monk rolled several times on the ground, then rose up again.

He saw his true self, but he deceived himself with spiritual magic, taking himself for the Tathagata. At this time, the great law of the transformation of fortune arrived.

The meaning of "I exchange with the Great Sun Tathagata" in the Great Sun Exchange Method is transformed into "I am Brahman, Brahman is Tathagata, I am Tathagata".

The "Sun-Changing Technique," which involves destruction followed by construction and defeat followed by success, unleashes several times its original power in an instant.

The true energy moves through the three meridians and seven chakras, directly eradicating all injuries throughout the body.

Zhou Yi let out a silent "Huh" in his mind.

All onlookers were horrified, witnessing the mad monk's demonic side.

Gai Suwen and Chao Gongcuo knew that Fu Nanda knew sorcery, but they never expected that he would be like a monster that could not be hurt.

However, this is a good thing!

The two stared intently at Zhou Yi, when suddenly a loud explosion rang out:
"boom!"

Fu Nanda's feet created a large crater, and he charged forward like a cannonball.

Zhou Yi used a combination of fists, feet, and hand seals to strike each other. The two seemed to be exchanging blows, but in reality, they were using their primordial spirits. Anyone with slightly weaker mental strength would not be able to keep up with the other's movements.

At this moment, on the Yanshi army's side, Yang Gongqing, Song Mengqiu, and others were already seeing things.

Even Hou Xibai could hardly see it clearly.

Zhou Yi's moves were extremely fast, while Fu Nanta's entire body was full of unexpected moves.

As they fought with their hands and feet, not only were afterimages created, but their movements also flashed with spirit, sometimes forming ripples that spread light and affected the five senses.

In the most minute details, one must hold one's breath and concentrate, dissecting every move of the opponent to find that slightest possible flaw.

Although Fu Nanda was at a disadvantage, he possessed a secret technique that made him unafraid of ordinary injuries.

Once they find a weakness in Zhou Yi, they can reverse the situation.

Waves of energy exploded around the two men, making it seem as if they were being run over by chariots at Hulao Pass.

In the raging wind,

Zhou Yi's left palm, which was aimed at Fu Nanda's throat, was deflected. He immediately changed the attack into a grab, and his five fingers, like steel hooks, suddenly snapped down, accurately seizing the pulse point of the Indian monk's right wrist, which had not yet been retracted!

The force of the finger penetrated to the bone, and Fu Nanda's entire right arm went numb instantly.

Despite the excruciating pain, instead of pulling away from his restrained right arm, Fu Nanda thrust it forward in an attempt to break free. At the same time, his left elbow, like a battering ram, slammed into Zhou Yi's heart with the momentum of his forward thrust!
Before the elbow even arrived, the powerful wind was already pressing against the sternum.

Zhou Yi reacted extremely quickly. Instead of loosening his grip on the pulse point, he used the force to pull the pulse point swiftly to the side and back.

His body swayed like a willow in the wind, his feet flashing like phantoms, and he slid to the side and back with the pulling force, letting the deadly elbow strike graz his chest.

The moment his right foot touched the ground, it seemed to take root and support his whole body as he lunged forward!
Staggered forward by the force, Fu Nanda's defenses were wide open. Zhou Yi's right fist, which had been poised for a long time, with its sharp knuckles and wrapped in the cold power of frost, struck the lower edge of the mad monk's exposed right chest without any fancy moves!
"Oh!"

There was a muffled sound.

The fist sank deep into the gap where the muscles and bones met under his ribs. Fu Nanda's face changed instantly, his eyebrows turned frosty, and a breath caught in his throat. He was knocked off the ground and flew backward.

Zhou Yi, seizing the initiative, relentlessly pursued, his figure flashing forward like a phantom. His right claw shot out like lightning, its five fingers spread wide, the tips curled inward like iron, carrying a sharp whooshing sound as it aimed straight for the throat!
Fu Nanda clasped his hands together and unleashed a powerful, albeit curved, strike in the air.

Zhou Yi changed his move, slightly withdrawing his hand to shatter the true force.

He then launched a flying kick into the air, the mad monk slamming into the wall of Hulao Pass with a whooshing sound.

"Boom~!"

The entire city wall seemed to shake.

The soldiers above cried out in alarm and looked down in horror: "Our spiritual mentor, is he dead?"

A large, human-shaped crater was visible on the wall, stained with blood.

Footsteps echoed again beneath the city wall.

With his hands clasped together, Vonganda emerged from the smoke and dust, and the dent in his chest was visibly healing.

The "Changing Day Technique" multiplies the refresh rate.

An ordinary person would probably have died several times over, but he was able to get up safely.

This bizarre scene would terrify anyone who saw it.

That withered body concealed an unknown and eerie power.

"The Celestial Master possesses exquisite and subtle true energy, but that's all there is to it."

“The hardest part of your body should be your mouth,” Zhou Yi said, drawing his sword.

"Hahaha!"

Fu Nanda's laughter, tinged with demonic tones, rang out, followed by a fierce look on his withered, dark face: "Celestial Master, you have no chance."

As he spoke, he removed the white veil from his head.

He wasn't bald; he had short hair.

When Fu Nanda touched his head, his black hair turned white and fell out, revealing his shiny forehead.

He pulled something out of his pocket; it looked like a magic oil.

After applying it to my head, my head immediately shone with a radiant light, reflecting the sunlight like a shining gem.

At this moment, Vonganda's head shone even brighter than the multicolored stone that Rama, the messenger of light, had brought from Persia to the steppes more than fifty years ago.

Its sharp spirit shines forth without reservation.

Zhou Yi was also somewhat surprised to see the spiritual power that Fu Nanda was constantly expanding.

Surprisingly, yoga spiritual techniques also include applying Indian herbal oil to the head.

The moment Fu Nanda initiated the action, Gaisuwen and Chao Gongcuo had already received a hint.

They looked at Zhou Yi, keenly noticing his difference.

Given the methods he displayed at the birthday banquet, it would have been impossible for him to so easily force out Fonanda's killing move.

In the original plan, Vonganda intended to make a move later.

Now he can't hold back his moves and has to go all out, which shows how much pressure his opponent is putting on him.

In such a short time, this person has made such a great improvement.

What awaits them in the future is nothing but being slaughtered.

Just as I was thinking this, a gust of wind swept over my face.

Fu Nanda continuously recited scriptures in Sanskrit, and ripples spread out around his body.

Mixed with the supreme spiritual concept of "Brahman and Atman are one," it swept towards Zhou Yi like a tangible spiritual tsunami!

It contains the "Brahma Realm" accumulated through the lifelong cultivation of Vonganda.

A strange spiritual force attempted to forcibly drag Zhou Yi's mind into a vast spiritual realm dominated by him and filled with illusions.

The power of his primordial spirit stitched his body together like needle and thread, forming a phantom in the air.

That transparent and enormous shovel-shaped Indian cobra.

The Sanskrit chanting of Vonganda sounded like the melody played by Indians using a gourd or bamboo tube to blow through a whistle, and the snake shadow twisted and turned, looking extremely ferocious.

The moment Zhou Yi's primordial spirit was disturbed, he not only did not retreat, but instead took a step forward.

At the same time, a massive fiery-colored spiritual skeleton began to take shape around him.

This time, the skeleton was even larger and gradually solidified, transforming into a human form, and an even stronger mental storm swept outwards.

More than 100,000 soldiers inside and outside Hulao Pass stared blankly at everything with incomprehensible eyes.

On the city wall, Pei Xingyan nearly smashed his feet with his double hammers.

Although the enormous snake shadow and the fiery giant were spiritual entities, they still evoked a profound sense of awe.

Fu Nanda glanced at Zhou Yi's true spirit.

He almost gave himself away.

The snake's shadow roared silently as it hypnotized itself, entering a state of invincibility, fearlessness, indifference to all things, and the sole, true self.

Fu Nanda's mental strength seemed to be no less than Zhou Yi's.

Given the methods he cultivates, he absolutely cannot retreat.

Once you retreat, the psychological damage is something that even the most powerful magic can't repair.

The ultimate way to win is to retreat, which is tantamount to admitting defeat and thus waking up from mental hypnosis.

A white light emanated from his withered, dark face, and the light above his head intensified. In an instant, he unleashed astonishing speed and charged towards Zhou Yi!

Zhou Yi's sword energy, carrying a mental storm, slashed towards him with the force of a flowing blade like fire.

Fu Nanda used various strange postures to dodge the attacks.

He neutralized the unavoidable sword energy by combining the energy in his palms. He had no weapon, but the sharpness of his spirit extended outwards, which was also a terrifying weapon.

As he approached Zhou Yi, he suddenly revealed a sinister smile.

The mental technique he intended to use for a sneak attack was ultimately employed!

The crown chakra, third eye chakra, throat chakra, heart chakra, navel chakra, sacral chakra, and root chakra—these seven chakras unite with the five energies and three channels, operating to their fullest potential.

It was a field similar to a demonic energy field.

However, it was entirely formed by the spiritual power of Vonganda.

In an instant, a myriad of terrifying illusions enveloped Zhou Yi and rushed into his mind.

The phantom of a venomous snake behind it also lunged at the fire giant.

This bite is not a physical injury, but rather it amplifies the illusion infinitely, plunging the person into an inescapable sea of ​​suffering.

Zhou Yi's figure froze at that moment.

It seemed as if his mind was shrouded by the mad monk from India, unable to break free.

Upon hearing the wind behind him, Fu Nanda's sinister smile deepened.

He was unable to move, but Gai Suwen and Chao Gongcuo had been waiting for a long time!
The Yanshi army was unable to stop them at all.

The Celestial Master is about to die!

Without any hesitation, Chao Gai and his companion knew that Zhou Yi was unaware of the Mad Monk's secret techniques and had fallen victim to a dirty trick. This opportunity was extremely precious!
"Prepare to die—!!!"

Gaisuwen roared, as if the Yellow River were roaring.

He descended like a demon god. Before he even arrived, the strangely shaped greatsword behind him had already transformed into terrifying blade energy, carrying an overbearing will to cut down everything in its path, and was aimed at Zhou Yi's neck from the direction of the kill!

Where the blade's energy passed, the air emitted a shrill, ghostly wail.

This is Gaesuwen's all-out attack!
At the same time, the air around Chao Gongcuo, which was several feet long, was sucked away and gathered into a single point in his fist.

A thunderous roar erupted from the ground as the fierce Seven Kill Fist unleashed a howling wind that surged straight towards Zhou Yi's heart.

The South Sea Immortal unleashed his strongest attack with a roar that followed closely on Gai Suwen's.

A cacophony of shouts erupted from all directions!

It happened in the very instant they made their move.

Zhou Yi mobilized and resonated the true energy in his twelve regular meridians and eight extraordinary meridians. Compared to the illusion brought about by the cosmic energy of the He Shi Bi jade, the trick that Fu Nan Tuo suddenly played on him was like digging a pit for himself.

at that time
The mad monk from India sensed something and looked at Zhou Yi with astonishment.

He simply raised the tip of his sword.

"break!"

A clear shout, not as grand as a Buddhist chant, resounded like a thunderclap from the heavens on the spiritual level!

The longsword slashed down.

In an instant, thousands of sword energies burst forth!

However, this sword energy was not aimed at Fonanda's physical body, but rather at his primordial spirit.

Countless thin, yet dazzling sword energies, like the most violent galactic hurricane, crashed into Funanda's "Brahma Realm" tsunami!
Tsk-!
It was a piercing, soul-chilling sound, as if countless pieces of glass were being shattered simultaneously by the sharpest blade.

On a purely spiritual level, the two wills representing different martial arts grandmasters engaged in the most brutal struggle!

Most of those who were initially exclaiming stopped making a sound and stared blankly.

Vonganda's "Brahma Realm" is vast and magnificent, full of deception, attempting to assimilate everything, with illusions layered upon layer.

However, the sword energy carried a resolute power that pierced through the very essence of things, making it impossible for Vonganda's true self to escape from his illusions.

No matter how delusional you are, I will cut you down with a single sword!
Wherever Zhou Yi's sword energy passed, the chanting was torn apart, the illusions burst like bubbles, and the sea of ​​suffering was plowed open by the sword energy, creating an endless "vacuum" passage.

The fire giant raised his other hand and pinched the venomous snake that had bitten him.

With a single sword strike, he severed the snake's head, breaking its mental magic!

At that moment, the ultimate spiritual collision between the two grandmasters shattered into fragments that impacted all around. Fu Nanda coughed up a mouthful of blood and fell backward, while the fiery spiritual substance beside Zhou Yi faded away.

Chao Gongcuo and Gai Suwen were at the center of a mental vortex, their fragmented spiritual energy being swept into the depths of their acupoints by the two grandmasters.

The unexpected turn of events struck them like a bolt from the blue!
As the blade's energy drew near, Zhou Yi flashed forward and slashed at Gai Suwen with his sword.

This sword strike shattered his blade aura. Gai Suwen, relying on his superior skill, regained his senses and raised his sword to block in front of him.

"Click~!"

The sword energy shattered his longsword, which had temporarily lost its true energy.

"No! Celestial Master, please hold back!"

Gai Suwen suddenly let out a terrified scream; even this fierce and powerful man was afraid of death.

But the sword's momentum didn't stop, Gaisuwen's voice abruptly ceased, and his head flew off.

At the moment his head was severed, he instinctively mobilized his inner energy to suppress the injury, so no blood spurted out.

In an instant, his true energy dissipated, and he instantly transformed into a human-shaped fountain, spraying blood at Fonanda.

With his last ounce of will, Gaisuwen twisted his head in mid-air and looked toward Funanda.

He opened his mouth but couldn't make a sound, but his eyes were fierce, and he died with his eyes wide open.

It seems like they really want to question the Indian monk: Where did you get the courage to cheat people like this?!

Zhou Yi slashed with his right sword without any hesitation.

With his left hand forming a fist, he shattered Chao Gongcuo's sluggish Seven Kill Fist with a single blow.

Chao Gongcuo had regained consciousness when Gaisuwen screamed in agony.

When his first punch failed, he turned and fled in panic.

He didn't care about the reputation of the Immortal of the South Sea.

But then I heard a loud whooshing sound in my ears, and then I felt a sudden tightness in my chest.

Zhou Yi's punch pushed away the air around Chao Gongcuo, and its effect was even more intense than his Seven Kill Fist.

"Oh!"

The old man from the South Sea trembled all over. Then, a fist struck his heart, and the force of the fist passed through his body, shattering his heart meridian on the spot.

He let out a scream, startling many of the people who were in a state of panic.

They thought the Celestial Master would suffer a great loss, or even die, under the siege of the three powerful figures. But unexpectedly, as the Celestial Master drew his sword, the situation suddenly reversed in the blink of an eye!
The mad monk from India collapsed to the ground, clutching his head; his fate was unknown.

Five-Sword Overlord had his head severed.

The Immortal of the South Sea was blasted to death with a single punch and collapsed limply to the ground.

The thought of the great battle they had just witnessed filled everyone with awe.

Some members of the Yanshi army realized what was happening.

In an instant, the drums of the army thundered and the shouts rose up, as if the sky were collapsing and the earth were crumbling, as if mountains were shaking and collapsing. Upon hearing this, the generals at Hulao Pass turned even more pale.
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(End of this chapter)