Devouring Evil Martial Arts, Eliminating Demons from All Heavens

Chapter 137 Swallowing a Mouth Full of Ice and Snow
The "Hemp Robe Splashed Ink Sword Technique" practiced by Mo Lao Er was originally a unique skill passed down from the Hemp Robe Taoist sect.

This martial art incorporates physiognomy. Once mastered, it can be used on oneself to create a blessed appearance, such as a full forehead, dark eyes, a spirited face, and thick earlobes.

With a change in appearance and aura, when a person moves, they blend into the sound of wind and snow, becoming even less noticeable than an evil spirit.

When the sword was unleashed, the sword light was as fast as shattering waves, and the blade was almost piercing the other person's face, yet the killing intent was still extremely faint.

It was as if it were just an unexpected touch of coolness in nature.

Feng Jianhua couldn't see clearly who was holding the sword for a moment.

But in his left hand he held a long, sheathed sword with a long red cloth on the hilt.

In that split second, his internal energy surged, and the red cloth on the hilt of his knife suddenly snapped upwards.

when! ! !
The red cloth moved swiftly, like a dragon or python flicking its tongue, stabbing upwards diagonally and striking the sword precisely.

The swift and sharp sword light was almost bounced upwards by this impact.

The swordsman in Tang suit quickly retreated, holding his long sword upright in front of him to block.

Thanks to his quick reaction, this sword strike even had a hint of anticipating the enemy's move.

Just as he retreated to defend, a golden arc of light burst forth violently.

Feng Jianhua drew his sword in one swift motion, the blade sweeping across in a wide, sweeping arc.

The sword was grazed by the edge of the curved blade, causing the swordsman to retreat even faster, taking nearly twenty meters back.

"Is there no doubt about it?!"

Feng Jianhua looked utterly astonished. "How could it be you? Were you forced, or...?"

He was, after all, very experienced. In the blink of an eye, the surprise on his face turned into a look of regret and a resolute killing intent.

Mo Lao Er still maintained his blessed appearance, and his smile was kind and amiable.

“You’re right, the Ghost Market was rebuilt by the three of us brothers.”

"Back when we stormed the ghost market, we took a small batch of its stock. Only later did we realize how fast this stuff could make money."

Mo Lao Er said in a low voice, "With money comes enjoyment, and with enjoyment comes the realization that there is even more enjoyment in the world."

"And now, I'm experiencing the joy of expanding my tribe. Old Feng, if you're willing to become one of us, I'd be more than happy to welcome you. Otherwise, you'll die here."

As Feng Jianhua listened to these words, his hands remained as steady as if frozen in mid-air.

The red cloth fluttered, but the golden knife remained still.

The entire knife exuded a sense of impending threat, ready to strike at any moment.

"You? It seems you've truly mastered the Hemp Robe Technique. Just now, my blade's energy dulled considerably the moment it touched your sword..."

At this point, Feng Jianhua's eyes flickered slightly, as if he had thought of something. He then changed the subject, "But it would be more meaningful for your elder brother to say something like 'kill me.'"

hum! ! !
The golden knife suddenly trembled, and the sound of the knife killed hundreds of flying insects smaller than sesame seeds, which fell to the ground in the snow.

Feng Jianhua looked further ahead and saw Mo Laosan on the rooftop of a high-rise building several hundred meters away.

Mo Laosan held three incense sticks in his left hand, the tips of which were already lit, while his right hand kept changing hand seals and chanting incantations.

The Gu worm was merely a catalyst.

What truly surrounded Feng Jianhua's area were chilling silhouettes.

With Feng Jianhua's cultivation level, even without the ability to communicate with spirits, he was able to use his internal energy to enhance his senses and sketch out a three-dimensional image of the evil spirit in his mind.

Moreover, right now, the yin energy is spreading out in large swaths.

Those evil spirits have already shown signs of actively revealing themselves.

The evil spirit directly in front of them was wearing a tattered cassock, its body was fair but fat and loose, like an elephant sitting there.

Among the evil spirits on the left, there was a particularly conspicuous skeleton wearing iron armor, with rat-shaped black energy crawling around its eye sockets and mouth.

Even without looking behind, one could sense an evil spirit dressed in a white dress, its long hair hardened and spread out like the eight legs of a spider.

That tiny body was only a quarter the size of a head of hair.

A dozen or so evil spirits surrounded the area.

They were all vicious people deliberately brought here by Mo Laosan.

"My older brother went to find another reckless guy."

Mo Lao Er said leisurely, "But you see, these evil spirits that were sent to reality by the Mirror Ape will not attack me for the time being."

"If I join forces with them, will I be powerful enough? Given their speed that ignores physical obstacles, if you want to break through their encirclement, you'll have to dissolve them all. Do you have enough internal energy?"

Mo Lao Er laughed heartily, but his face suddenly darkened.

"By the way, there's actually something wrong with your internal energy cultivation, isn't there? When you reach your level, you become drowsy. After engaging in too much martial arts, you'll be in a rush to replenish your energy with sugar water. In front of us, do you even have the chance to find sugar water?"

"With so many disadvantages, you still dare to look down on me?!"

Feng Jianhua's expression remained unchanged; he simply stared at an evil spirit to his right.

He had no idea what kind of evil spirits were around him.

However, the clothing of several evil spirits resembled those of the era he had lived through. The evil spirit to his right, in particular, looked to be only fifteen or sixteen years old, dressed in simple clothes, and holding a large iron sword in its right hand.

A small piece of red cloth was also wrapped around the large ring on the hilt of the knife.

The appearance of evil spirits is closely related to their obsessions in life.

The ghost wielding the knife had completely white eyes without pupils, and could only chant "kill." The knife was clearer than the ghost himself.

Feng Jianhua didn't recognize him, but in an instant, he was certain of the child's identity before his death.

I once heard that some ghosts suffer too much in their previous lives, and their resentment is enough to sustain them on their journey to the spirit world.

However, if one is targeted by a powerful being in the spirit world, or if one survives in the spirit world for too long, one's will eventually die completely, and one is transformed into another kind of being.

"I'm a heavy sleeper and drink a lot of Coke. These rumors have spread throughout the school, and outsiders can easily find out about them. Have you ever wondered why?"

Feng Jianhua took two steps, placed his palm on the door and wall of the fireworks shop, and lowered his gaze.

"Because my technique does have flaws that are difficult to conceal, I simply created a disguise for this weakness."

Mo Lao Er's expression changed slightly.

Feng Jianhua slapped the wall with his left hand, causing the door and wall to shake slightly.

Large swaths of the thick snow on the roof slid off, like a dozen or so curtains of snowflakes flying in the air.

"Come on!!"

Mo Lao Er had originally intended to wait for the evil spirit to make the first move, but now he had no choice but to roar and rush out first.

He transformed from a blessed appearance to one of misfortune, with slanted eyebrows, triangular eyes, a bluish tinge between his eyebrows, broken lines on the bridge of his nose, and scarlet lips.

Those dozen or so evil spirits suddenly sensed that Mo Lao Er was also a ferocious evil spirit, about to snatch the food.

The ghosts grew impatient and screamed as they charged out.

With his left hand, Feng Jianhua grabbed three or four pounds of ice and snow in mid-air, compressing them into a solid snowball. Then, with a gust of wind around him, he took a knife in his right hand and walked in a large circle.

boom! ! !
Seven or eight afterimages suddenly appeared in the arena.

A violent gust of air swept and swirled, and each afterimage wielded a golden sword with a different movement.

This is the most basic set of Bagua knife techniques in the Xingyi Bagua school.

When Feng Jianhua was twelve years old, he learned from a martial arts master in the village. However, he later mastered the "Hate Heaven Skill" and integrated the essence of the sword techniques he learned in his early years, achieving a profound understanding of seemingly clumsy yet skillful techniques and a return to simplicity.

The Eight Trigrams Blade, battling through wind and rain in the night!
The lap was completed in one go, the body as swift as a fleeting flower, the mind as fleeting as a dream.

He unleashed the most powerful and fierce strength of his entire life in all eight of his slashing movements.

Most of the dozen or so ferocious evil spirits were sent flying backwards.

The largest of the evil spirits, dressed in a kasaya, was in the most pitiful state, with a diagonal slash across its stomach, almost cutting it in two.

Mo Lao Er was the first to charge, but his internal energy was so pure that his body naturally slowed down in mid-air, and he only drew his sword at the end of the move.

However, the tip of the sword was still directly struck by the golden broadsword.

Face to face from both sides.

Mo Lao Er could see that Feng Jianhua's face and neck had many dry, cracked lines, and his lips were so cracked that they looked as if blood could be seen through them.

He unleashed so much internal energy in one go that some of the water in his body seemed to have vanished into thin air.

However, before Mo Lao Er could make any further observations, his body was thrown back by the force reflected from the sword.

The evil spirit floated in the air, and the swordsman slipped backward.

Feng Jianhua tilted his head back and swallowed snow.

He opened his mouth wide, pressing the snowball into it. As he swallowed it, not only were his teeth working hard, but his internal energy was also pulling at it.

He swallowed a pound of ice and snow in almost one bite.

The water was rapidly transformed by internal force, and although the stomach and intestines remained icy cold, it only felt cool when it circulated throughout the body.

His excessive sleepiness wasn't that serious at all, and what he needed wasn't sugar water, just water.

It was freezing cold, and snow piled up on the roof.

Now, Guangling is filled with his water sources.

Fueled by the previous provocations, all the evil spirits became even more ferocious and returned to attack.

This time, Mo Lao Er dared not have the idea of ​​waiting to pick up a bargain. He assessed the situation, coordinated his sword strikes seamlessly, and charged forward.

"so cold!"

Feng Jianhua's gaze shifted, first locking onto the ghost who had also taken his blow with a large sword.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw several people who I had deliberately not forced back earlier, and now they were naturally at the forefront.

The snowball was still mostly full, and the golden knife danced around him.

With this heart full of ice and snow, I send you on your peaceful journey!

(End of this chapter)