Devouring Evil Martial Arts, Eliminating Demons from All Heavens

Chapter 113 On the fifteenth of March, Guanyin kills people.

hum! !

Chu Tianshu was slightly surprised by how quickly the other party moved.

But in a flash, the sword in his hand changed direction, its tip pointing towards the opponent's right rib.

The changes may seem minor, but they directly address the root of the problem.

Duan Zhong wanted to thrust forward with his right hand, but the right rib was the most difficult position to maneuver in.

Before that hand could even touch Chu Tianshu, Chu Tianshu's sword had already pierced through his ribs.

However, just as Chu Tianshu unleashed his sword, he felt the figure in front of him move to his left.

Duan Zhong's clothes were adorned with numerous silver embroidered patterns, and while they appeared to resemble a grey monk's robe, they were actually exquisite and luxurious.

But at this moment, his body tilted to the side, and all the embroidered patterns, even the gray-white fabric and his right arm without a sleeve, all blended into a moon-white afterimage.

Under the moonlight, this silent scene can only be described as "unfolding".

Suddenly, it moved from in front of Chu Tianshu to his left.

It looks like it's already at its limit, yet it can still turn so skillfully!
In an instant, Chu Tianshu's long sword blocked his left shoulder, back, and right side.

The left-hand block has the sword tip pointing downwards, while the back-hand block has the sword spine pressed against the back.

The right-side block, with the sword lying horizontally and the tip pointing backward, was to block Duan Zhong's attack aimed at his right ear.

He raised his hand overhead and swung his sword to protect himself in one fluid motion, changing the move three times in one movement.

In that single movement, he blocked the opponent's thrusts from three different directions.

It seemed that he had perfectly blocked the opponent's attack, but it was also the opponent who thwarted his counterattack three times in a row.

Chu Tianshu's movement could have easily turned into a spinning slash.

However, in order to block three attacks from tricky angles, the force collided, and Chu Tianshu's body did not have time to rotate, nor could his longsword be swung outwards.

After the three sword strikes, Chu Tianshu took a thunderous step to the side with his left foot, shifting his body weight completely to the left, giving his right arm, which had been bent close to his body, a chance to stretch out.

Bang! ! !
The Three-Seven Divine Sword thrust straight out, and the air at the tip of the sword was blasted into a faint ring of air, through which the sword passed.

Unexpectedly, Duan Zhong had already taken a step ahead and retreated swiftly to the right.

Even when the sword was extended to its limit, it couldn't catch up with Duan Zhong, who had gone ahead.

He passed between the two white-canopied coffins, suddenly reached the edge of the square, and pulled up the white banner.

The white banner's tail was lifted by the wind and was now hanging down.

In Duan Zhongyi's series of movements, the changes in the banner were extremely slow in comparison, and it had not yet reached the bottom.

but now.

Duan Zhongyi grabbed the white banner, and the banner's dynamic changes suddenly became violent.

As the long pole moves, the banner at its tip tears through the air, and is also torn apart by the air.

Inch by inch, the fabric, following the trajectory of the long pole's swing, disintegrated in the vast sky.

A cold, dark metallic sheen had spread across the entire long pole.

With a twist of his waist, Duan Zhong turned around and used his spear to block Chu Tianshu's follow-up sword strike.

Clang! ! !
The sword tip struck the top of the long pole.

Although most of the power of the Three-Seven Divine Sword was concentrated in Chu Tianshu's body, the remaining portion was enough to maintain its sharpness that could cut through iron like mud.

Despite the powerful push of Chu Tianshu's inner saint and outer king powers, the sword failed to pierce the bamboo pole.

A crimson light flashed in Duan Zhong's eyes, which appeared even more striking and alarming against his pale, moon-white figure.

Originally, the longer and wider the object that Duan Zhong's Asura Path Soul Power was applied to, the more dispersed the power became.

Therefore, in previous battles, he had been using the power on his arms and sleeves.

Now, he is using the Hell Path to squeeze out his potential, and the power of the Soldier Soul is also stimulating each other, subtly breaking down the original barriers and causing them to merge and transform.

The original six powers can each be used for only one effect and cannot be transferred to other effects.

Now, all six forces are tilting towards the effect of the Asura Path.

The spears and swords clashed at the top, immediately intersecting and creating hundreds of afterimages.

The sword's pattern resembles wood, while the spear has bamboo-like joints.

Now, the collision between the two produces breathtaking sparks of steel.

Between the two of them, it was as if one after another, brilliant golden and red fireworks exploded.

Sword and spear flourishes are originally a form of aggressive attack and combat.

However, the amplitude of the spear's trembling can be far greater than that of the sword's trembling.

Soon, the spearmen were no longer just engaging in head-on attacks.

When the gun twirled, it almost enveloped Chu Tianshu's entire upper body.

In addition to retracting and thrusting, it can also strike Chu Tianshu's upper body from the left or right sides at any time, or fall from above to strike.

Chu Tianshu's aggressive attack had to be mixed with defensive maneuvers.

But the light from his sword flashed brighter and brighter.

He had not systematically studied swordsmanship before. The sword techniques he used were all techniques he learned from Tongbei and Taijiquan manuals, which involved applying force to the sword.

But honestly, channeling energy into external objects, no matter what they are, is far less comfortable and natural than channeling energy into the limbs.

Therefore, although he often held a sword, he did not use it like a sword, but rather like a steel whip or iron rod.

Now his sword has a soldier's spirit, and it feels as intimate as his own hand.

The more he confronted powerful enemies, the more Chu Tianshu felt as if he had returned to the bamboo forest of the Republic of China era.

When I first started practicing boxing, I would slam my still stiff arms and fingers hard onto those thick bamboo poles.

Throw with your arm, bump with your elbow, punch with your fist, chop with your palm, and grab with your fingers.

It was through that painful and scorching ordeal that he truly understood what strength meant!
choke! ! !
When the weapons clashed again, the sound of the swords ringing out drowned out the sound of the impact.

A bright spark flew from the spear, leaving a clear sword mark.

The subtle vibration of the spear was transmitted to about half a foot in front of Duan Zhonghu's mouth before being extinguished.

In that instant, Chu Tianshu advanced more than three feet.

Duan Zhong retreated quickly, thrusting his spear towards Chu Tianshu's shoulder.

Chu Tianshu swept his sword, a move that combined the skill of Tai Chi Whip Hand with the power of Shaolin Long Fist Horizontal Strike.

However, the force of this strike was not channeled into the hand, nor was it used to propel the sword, nor was it even channeled into the entire sword.

Instead, it presses sharply against one side of the blade, penetrating all the way to the tip.

The remaining psychic energy on the sword was also activated, causing the blade on one side to glow with a branding red light.

What Chu Tianshu held in his hand no longer seemed to be a sword with volume and thickness, but rather an incomparably sharp, fiery red arc.

The weapons clashed without making a sound, and the spear was cut in two.

"not good!!!"

Chu Tianshu roared inwardly, his hair standing on end in terror.

That shot broke it too easily.

Duan Zhong voluntarily withdrew the power of the soldier's spirit from the tip of his spear.

Chu Tianshu should have transferred enough force to the remaining part of the spear while severing it.

But Duan Zhong's actions caused the gun to break too easily and too quickly, leaving the rest of the gun virtually unaffected.

Those hateful bamboo spears!
Even if it's a steel spear, after being enhanced, its potential might not be higher than that of a bamboo spear, but when it's cut, it will definitely be more affected than a bamboo spear.

The broken bamboo pole tip instantly pierced Chu Tianshu's heart.

Duan Zhong's bloodshot eyes were fixed on the tip of the bamboo pole, and he grinned with his teeth showing.

The sharpest point, with its cold, dark steel sheen, seemed to be tinged with a bloody, deadly red.

Chu Tianshu's limbs were too slow to retract, and he almost tried to speak.

If the opponent were to stab his throat, he would actually have a chance to try the Tai Chi technique of retracting his neck and lowering his head, and use his teeth to receive the blow.

But the heart, that vital spot, is too far from the mouth.

In that instant, he only had time to slightly tilt his body and sink half an inch.

Useless!
He could have dodged Duan Rusu's sword by shifting his body slightly back then, but now he shifted too little and couldn't dodge this spear.

Wow! ! !

The broken spear pierced through flesh and blood, sinking into the chest; the sound of flesh being torn apart suddenly changed tone.

It turned into a loud scraping sound of metal.

The tip of the gun felt as if it had scraped across a large steel ball.

It was supposed to be inserted into Chu Tianshu's chest, but it didn't pierce his chest cavity; instead, it slid to the side.

The sharp point cut a long, narrow, bloody wound on his body, extending down to his left armpit.

Chu Tianshu suddenly snapped the gun in half with his left hand, his figure flashed forward, and his right hand swept out with his sword.

A moon-white afterimage flashed away.

In that flash, he was more than two zhang away.

However, half of his arm fell to the ground and, due to inertia, rolled twice towards Duan Zhong.

That was his right arm; the five rings on his right hand emanated the aura of a soldier's spirit.

When Duan Zhong stopped, his face turned pale. His right arm was severed at the elbow, blood gushing out, and there was also a sword wound under his right rib.

Although Chu Tianshu's sword sweep didn't reach Duan Zhong's elbow and sever him completely, it still crippled most of his fighting ability.

Duan Zhong only dared to stop for a moment before fleeing in alarm.

Bang! ! !
The sharp bamboo pole was thrown, piercing through his afterimage and embedding itself deeply in the ground.

Chu Tianshu's figure leaped over the bamboo pole in the next instant and chased after it. "Hai Donglai."

Seeing that they had reached within twenty feet, Chu Tianshu suddenly shouted and threw his long sword backward.

The Three-Seven Divine Sword spun rapidly and flew towards the east of the sea.

Hai Donglai reached out and caught the sword hilt.

He couldn't control the mental power within the sword, but when Chu Tianshu threw it out, he had already activated all the remaining mental power.

A transparent flame lit up between Hai Donglai's fingers, and a rich, warm sensation flowed into his body.

This kind of medical mental power, which cannot target the root cause of the illness, cannot cure his disease, but it can stop his injury.

"Ah, swordsmanship... I don't seem to be good at it."

Hai Donglai murmured to himself, slowly turning his gaze toward the Maitreya Hall.

Guan Changling's expression changed slightly as he stood before the hall.

The moment he saw Duan Zhong flee, his heart sank, but even a cornered beast will fight, and today might still be a chance to escape.

"Hai Donglai, are you trying to scare me again?!"

Guan Changling raised his broadsword, over four feet long with a wide, curved blade, and said in a deep voice, "Do you think I'm so easily intimidated?"

His military spirit, the Microscopic Eye, primarily helped him make great progress in poison techniques.

However, in battle, it can at least give him extraordinary observation skills!
Therefore, he has a set of special risk-taking techniques. Even when fighting against experts of the same level, he is confident that he can always narrowly avoid vital points and kill his opponent.

Hai Donglai looks half-dead...

We're going to kill them!

Guan Changling's peripheral vision also caught a glimpse of the blind man.

The blind man suddenly felt like vomiting, and his cheeks puffed out.

puff! !

The blind man's Wind-Listening Blade silently brushed against the flint in his sleeve, and the sprayed liquor instantly turned into a ball of flame.

Guan Changling's eyes were startled, and he suddenly heard two sounds.

"kill!!"

One was proud, the other deep; their tones were completely different, yet they overlapped in one place.

At this moment, Duan Zhong had already left Huguo Temple.

He ran wildly in the wilderness, the only remaining soldier spirit in his hand kept the red light in his eyes burning, and his speed was still faster than that of a tiger or leopard.

We lost, we lost, we lost...

Victory and defeat are common occurrences in war; if you lose, you lose!

At worst, I could completely surrender to Tibet and become a general.

Even if he loses five of his weapon souls, Duan Zhong's cultivation level is still there. If given half a year, he can use the remaining weapon soul to split and cultivate the Six Paths Form.

However, when the time comes, you'll be wearing six rings on your five fingers, and you might have to wear an extra one on your middle finger.

Duan Zhong gritted his teeth and ran through the jungle, snapping banana leaves, vines, and branches in his wake.

Before the emerald green had even touched the ground, another figure rushed over.

The strong wind brought by Chu Tianshu scattered these things again, and the broken leaves drifted further away.

Duan Zhong was severely injured, but Chu Tianshu was also in bad shape.

Faced with that deadly shot, Chu Tianshu's actions were not a blind struggle.

He deliberately let his ribs take the hit.

The human ribs are designed to protect the internal organs.

Chu Tianshu's ribs were as hard as iron, but they couldn't possibly withstand the force of that shot.

However, the special feature of the "Guanyin bone" is that it can distribute the force to the entire skeletal structure at the moment of impact.

Chu Tianshu's Guanyin Bone technique was already seventy percent perfected. In addition, he used the natural curvature of his ribs and the vibration of his bones to make the spearhead slide away, which prevented his heart and lungs from being injured.

He's in pain right now, and that pain stems from this slip.

He might not be unable to bear the pain of broken bones, but the feeling of the spearhead scraping against the surface of the bone was truly beyond his expectations.

The more he ran, the more uncomfortable he felt, and the more uncomfortable he felt, the angrier he became.

No matter where Duan Zhong runs today, he will beat this man to death!

The two crossed mountains and jungles.

After crossing another mountain ridge, we could vaguely see many campfires to our right.

There is also a hillside where no large trees grow.

Emerald Rock Slope!
Duan Zhong's target was not this hillside, but the Jade River, which was not far away.

Simply jump into the water, causing the silt to churn and the turbid current to surge.

He would have a high chance of escaping Chu Tianshu, sneaking ashore elsewhere, and escaping to safety.

Chu Tianshu had already made a challenge here, so he naturally knew about this place and instantly thought of the Jade River.

"Don't even think about it!"

Chu Tianshu gritted his teeth and spat out two words, then used the Arhat's Stomp Kick technique, mixed with palm lightning, to step forward.

dong dong dong dong!

Most of those waiting at the foot of Cuiyan Slope were martial artists; some were still awake, while others were light sleepers.

They suddenly heard what sounded like someone drumming on the nearby hillside, and they all stood up.

Behind these people was a carriage adorned with gold and white gauze, guarded by hundreds of people.

The white veil was lifted, and Yi Mouxun looked up at the hillside.

"Is it someone from the Tang Dynasty, or someone from the Duan family beating drums to cheer them on?"

Yi Mouxun also attached great importance to this challenge.

In today's world, those who can become the ruler of a country may not be the most skilled, but they must certainly have some basic skills. Otherwise, relying solely on the protection of outsiders, they would not be able to hold onto that position securely.

Yi Mouxun was a figure who had personally led troops into battle. He was skilled in swordsmanship, had a deep connection with the Diancang sect, and his strength was even greater than the combined attack of the three elders of Diancang.

But it is precisely because of their high level of strength that they understand how enviable Duan Zhong and his peers are.

To come into contact with the true wisdom of the Blood Refining Method.

Yi Mouxun both hoped that Duan Zhong would not win, but also did not really want Duan Zhong to lose.

dong dong dong! !

Once the drumbeats began, they didn't stop for a moment and rapidly approached.

Yi Mouxun awoke with a start from his complicated thoughts, suddenly realizing something was wrong.

This area is all mountainous and forested, so how could the person beating the drum move so fast?
This is probably not the sound of drums.

Suddenly, a moon-white figure darted out from the neighboring mountain forest.

He traversed that vast mountain valley in just a few breaths, heading straight up the Emerald Rock Slope.

"Duan Zhong!!"

Not only Yi Mouxun, but also many others with good eyesight recognized the figure.

Some people wanted to shout "King Yi" on the spot, but were drowned out by the even more intense drumbeats.

They were shocked to see that the rocks behind Duan Zhong were exploding one after another, sending debris flying everywhere.

It turns out that the "drum sound" was actually the sound of rocks cracking.

It was as if a powerful evil spirit was lurking behind him, trailing smoke and accompanied by booming sounds and falling rocks, and had already caught up with Duan Zhong.

boom! ! !
Duan Zhong turned around and delivered a final blow.

Everyone saw that the pursuer also struck out with a palm.

The two palms collided, Duan Zhong lost his balance, his strength became disordered, and his arm was obviously broken.

The pursuers' momentum faltered slightly, and suddenly one of them grabbed Duan Zhong by the head and circled around him.

Duan Zhong's head was twisted off, and blood gushed from his neck, splattering around him.

"You dare to ambush me at Huguo Temple? Is this the so-called Righteous King?!"

The man, covered in blood, grabbed Duan Zhong's head and sped away.

"His head will be placed in front of the Buddha."

"Tell the world who won this battle!"

The words left behind by that person echoed through the mountains.

From loud to ethereal, the final note seemed to soar straight to the heavens.

His head will be placed in front of the Buddha!

Let the world know who won this battle!

Everyone at the foot of the mountain stared at the headless corpse still standing on the slope, speechless for a long time.

They weren't even astonished by the meaning of those words; they were only horrified by Duan Zhong's defeat and death, and by that man's actions.

When a person is traveling alone, the rocks on the mountainside are cracked and broken.

As they left, the echoes had barely faded when they were completely out of sight.

What kind of power is this?

Yi Mouxun stared at the corpse on the slope and the moon in the sky. After a long while, he sighed deeply.

"The martial arts of the Tang people..."

(End of this chapter)