Devouring Evil Martial Arts, Eliminating Demons from All Heavens

Chapter 148 A long wind sweeps across the land, bending all the grasses.

"So that's it."

Chu Tianshu sensed the vague impressions transmitted by the soldier's spirit and roughly understood what had happened before.

Malice, gratitude, desire.

While the first two types touched the soldier's spirit, they were not profound.

It wasn't until the third one was added that he felt a strong urge.

This made Chu Tianshu's senses clearer, allowing him to break through that invisible barrier.

Indeed, malice, kindness, and desire are all indispensable for a fulfilling life.

The spirit within the Three-Seven Divine Sword was originally a naive will; though pure, it did not understand the source of its motivation.

In this way, it is like water without roots or a tree without a source, requiring its owner to constantly replenish and nourish it.

Now, it is very beneficial for the soldiers to experience things themselves, which will help them grow and thrive in the future.

What aroused the desire of the soldiers was the secret recorded on these bamboo slips.

"Improved firearms..."

Chu Tianshu recognized the words on it and couldn't help but feel a sense of emotion as he glanced at them.

Good heavens, this is indeed a weapon secret capable of changing and shaking the world.

Speaking of guns, the firearms technology in Chu Tianshu's hometown was quite advanced.

But the first time he went there was during the Republic of China era, when machine guns were already widely available.

The second time I went was to the Tang Dynasty, where the technological foundation in firearms was really too backward.

He focused on practicing martial arts and building his career, and never thought of spending time studying various disciplines related to firearms.

This time, they happened to run into the indigenous people who were carrying out firearms technology innovation.

Ultimately, for any technology to have a significant impact, it must consider its practical foundation.

The most valuable innovations are those that are closely linked to current technologies and even extend to various fields beyond technology, and that can steadily take a step forward.

The method of "improving the firearm," judging from the brief self-description above, fully considers the most common technological situation at present.

Metallurgy, chemical preparation, furnace modification, casting...

Once the word spreads, all the artisan workshops of mid-to-upper-level skill will have the opportunity to imitate it.

If the authors weren't exaggerating, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call this technology a groundbreaking innovation.

As Chu Tianshu looked around, he realized there was nothing more, so he reached out and pulled out another bamboo strip.

Seeing that he had already drawn his third stick, everyone finally couldn't hold back any longer.

"If he keeps staring at me like that, even if he doesn't take the secret with him, as long as he escapes, there will be another family in the world who knows this secret!"

The old man in blue shouted loudly, "Gentlemen, why aren't you making your move?!"

Chu Tianshu smiled upon hearing this and looked up.

"That one sentence alone reveals the fact that you two are incapable of cooperating. Can you really work together to deal with me wholeheartedly?"

The old man in blue was silent for a moment, then his robes suddenly swelled up.

"A pack of wolves and a tiger fighting together..."

"But the tiger dies first!"

His words were firm and resonant, each step heavy as an iron stone falling to the ground, the stride equal, as if measured by a ruler.

This time, he wasn't just making empty promises; he took the initiative to move forward.

The courage to snatch chestnuts from the fire, the bravery to fight to the death.

This person must have had many successes, otherwise they wouldn't be so decisive.

As soon as the old man in blue made his move, three other people followed suit.

A tall, thin man holding a six-foot-long gun.

A burly man wearing leather wristbands.

An old woman carrying an unsheathed iron sword.

Without realizing it, the four people adjusted their distance, as if they had stepped into the same rhythm.

The distance between the old man in green and Chu Tianshu was roughly the same as the distance between the other three.

Chu Tianshu's military spirit emitted a slight heat.

The soldier spirit originally judged that none of the people present posed a sufficient threat, which is why he took action.

However, the way these four people are behaving makes it realize that if it were still in control of its master's body, it might actually get hurt.

It made a mistake in its judgment and failed to carry out its master's instructions properly.

"Then I'll give you two taps as punishment."

Chu Tianshu tapped his fingers lightly on his belt.

At this moment, the four men showed signs of making a move.

hum! !

Chu Tianshu maintained his horse stance for almost the entire time, but he had already left the bench, shifted his body, and pushed his palm forward to the right.

The man with the gun was located to the right front.

The spearhead, which had been pointing at Chu Tianshu, was caught off guard when Chu Tianshu pressed the spear tip down with his palm.

With a slightly angled palm, the moment the steel spearhead made contact, it was pressed down and curled up.

The entire spearhead cracked like lightning and shattered.

The gun barrel also exploded into fragments at the same time, with silver light flying and shards flying everywhere.

The gun appeared to be made of wood, but a long sword was hidden inside.

A sword nearly six feet long. The swords of the Hainan Sword School have hilts only seven inches long, but blades six feet long.

Their weapons and swordsmanship were so distinctive that when they came out to hide and track, they used a gun as a cover.

Even if the enemy cannot destroy the spear, they can easily break the blade through the shaft with a flick of their wrist.

But Chu Tianshu's palm strike was too powerful.

Before the sword was even drawn, both the gun and the sword were destroyed.

The tall, thin man made a sudden retreat, his clothes clinging to his skin, making him look like a thin bamboo pole about to be thrown backward, while at the same time he pointed his fingers like a sword.

A sword beam four or five inches long shot out from his fingertips, heading towards Chu Tianshu's acupoints in the palm.

The lightness skill of the Hainan Sword Sect has always been as famous as their swordsmanship.

Moreover, the old man in blue, the burly man, and the old woman had also turned their attention to attacking Chu Tianshu.

As soon as Chu Tianshu made a move, they had already moved.

It's like a few magnets that Chu Tianshu would be attracted to.

Chu Tianshu retracted his right hand, spun half a circle, and then suddenly retreated.

They went like a flash and returned like an arrow.

In an instant, he broke free of the encirclement.

puff! !
Everyone was shocked. A burst of blood appeared, and the head of the tall, thin man flew off, blood gushing from his chest cavity.

Chu Tianshu held three long bamboo strips in his left hand, stained with blood.

Just now, as he swiftly withdrew his right hand and half-spun his body, his left hand, holding a bamboo sliver, severed the man's neck.

This is a forceful, dragging motion.

The bamboo strips hung to the ground, just like a dragging knife.

Chu Tianshu has launched another attack, still to the right front, but slightly off course than before.

He was on the outer edge of the three-person encirclement.

More accurately, he rushed up behind the old woman.

Behind the old woman was an old man with the build of a child, holding the old woman's clothes in his left hand and hanging behind her.

As the old woman moved, none of her "companions" noticed that there was another person behind her.

Even the Three Fiends of Yin Wind seemed to overlook this old man.

At first glance, one might just think the old woman was a hunchback.

As soon as Chu Tianshu arrived, the old man turned around abruptly and thrust out a bluish-green short sword in his right hand.

As soon as the short sword was thrust out, its blade light swelled to be no different from that of a three-foot-long sword.

The old woman reacted quickly; her unsheathed iron sword in her right hand had already pierced from behind her ear.

Old Mei Baoying, the assassin from the secret quarters of Qixingtang in Jiangnan.

The two swords arrived simultaneously.

The thin old man's gaze also vaguely lingered on Chu Tianshu's waist.

Based on his experience, he had long suspected that the belt, though seemingly made of wood grain, might actually be a soft sword.

Chu Tianshu's right fist suddenly flicked out two fingers, the index and middle fingers, one above the other.

Two silver needles struck the two sword blades.

In the blink of an eye, the third silver needle was shot out by the ring finger.

It pierced the old man's neck and lodged in the old woman's heart, causing her to fall forward.

Her hands, like those of a hairpin maker, were as smooth and lustrous as topaz.

Chu Tianshu's right hand had reached the Vajra Samadhi level, which enabled each finger to exert such strong force in a very short time.

boom! !

The old man in blue and the burly man seized the opportunity to strike from both sides.

Chu Tianshu released the bamboo strip with his left hand and swung both arms simultaneously.

It was clearly a clash of four palms, but the loudest sound came from the ground beneath Chu Tianshu's feet.

Then, around his feet, the soil surged outwards in concentric circles as if boiling.

Within a radius of about two zhang (approximately 6.6 meters), the soil surged like waves.

The old man in blue and the burly man both groaned, their bodies trembling involuntarily.

They originally intended to use all four hands, but now, one hand couldn't help but swing behind them, and their arms and shoulders felt like they were being stretched straight out.

What was even more unbearable was the shock that went straight to their bones, leaving them disoriented and feeling numb and tingling.

"You guys don't seem to qualify as wolves."

Chu Tianshu suddenly changed his move, repeating the same trick. He grabbed the three bamboo strips in the air with his left palm, as if holding a long knife in reverse, and swept them with a twist of his body.

The old man in blue and the burly man knew the course of this move, but their bodies ached and they couldn't stop it. Blood blossomed from their waists, and they staggered back two steps, clutching their stomachs tightly with both hands, before collapsing to the ground.

They saw the moon pale and the clouds moving across the sky.

Chu Tianshu's figure was like a whirlwind, sweeping past them, crashing onto the roof, and swirling down.

The tiles crashed and tumbled to the ground.

Those three evil spirits of the Yin Wind, known as the Yin Wind, were all knocked down by this long, lingering wind and smashed to the ground, their fate unknown.

Chu Tianshu stood amidst the broken tiles, lightly flicking three long bamboo strips in turn with his right hand.

despair!despair!despair!
The bloodstains were dispersed by his force, revealing neat and fine handwriting once again.

(End of this chapter)