Devouring Evil Martial Arts, Eliminating Demons from All Heavens

Chapter 17: Fire and Beast, Will Overcomes the Sword
"Hehehehe!!"

The fat, red old man watched the night fall, took out food from his arms, put it into his mouth and chewed it, his cheeks puffing up.

The black wild cat was attracted by the bloody smell and moved closer.

The old man picked up the wild cat and sprayed all the residue in his mouth on the cat. Then he grabbed a handful of insects, gargled in his mouth, and sprayed them on the cat.

Strangely, as soon as these disgusting residues touched the wild cat's fur, light smoke rose, making the entire wild cat blurry.

"D-Dirty! Cut off the stems!"

The sorcerer gave instructions in Jiaozhi language.

Go ahead and bite them to death!!

The wild cat let out a shrill cry and ran towards the town.

The situation in the town has stabilized a lot.

Chu Tianshu had just killed and injured several of the bravest bandits, cut through the bandit group, and led away the swordsman.

Wang Fu cheered himself up and fired steel darts continuously despite his injuries. A group of guards cooperated with him, and reinforcements continued to rush over from the town.

The battlefield is pushing towards the edge of the town.

Suddenly, shrill cat cries came one after another.

Dozens or even hundreds of wild cats ran out of the woods, screaming as they weaved past the bandits and headed straight for the militia and guards.

For a moment, the path was almost everywhere filled with the shadows of wild cats jumping up and down.

It pounced on people's faces and bodies, biting and scratching them, and its screams were extremely unpleasant.

The militiamen were in a panic, trying to get rid of these beasts, but these things were small in size but very agile. They crawled and scratched all over their bodies and bit their ears, making it unbearable.

Wang Fu saw a bandit take the opportunity to chop the militia with a knife.

The blade clearly swept across the wild cat, but the cat was unharmed, only the man was knocked down.

"Fake!!"

Wang Fu yelled, "That's all fake, don't panic!"

How could it be false? When a cat bites someone, it obviously hurts, but no one listened to him.

It was only at this time that Shopkeeper Ma arrived at the end of the street.

He did not rush directly onto the path, but hid behind the corner at the end of the street and took out the talisman at the bottom from a stack of talismans.

Purple talisman paper with golden talismans painted on it.

Suddenly there was a cracking sound beside him, which scared him and he turned around to look.

It turned out to be the owner of the house who smashed the window and fled in panic with his family.

Shopkeeper Ma withdrew his gaze, his lips trembling, and he traced the talisman in the air with his fingers, and finally pointed down.

"The evil spirits are dissipated, the evil spirits are annihilated, the Spirit Official is enraged, Kunlun is ablaze. I obey the command of the Three Mao Patriarchs! Go!"

The talisman paper automatically floated up, turned a corner, flew onto the path, and passed through the sky above the heads of everyone on the battlefield as fast as a crossbow arrow.

A maddening cat cry suddenly erupted from behind the bandits.

Hundreds of wild cats disappeared, and in the end only one black cat was left.

The purple talisman paper covered the black cat. The black cat's eyes were bloodshot and its teeth were bared, but it seemed as if it was pressed down by a huge rock and could not struggle.

In the woods, the sorcerer screamed and three bloody scratches appeared on his face.

Like a dying cat, it pounced on his face.

"Dead! Die! Die!"

The sorcerer's face twitched in pain, and a ferocious look appeared on his face. He kicked down the three large bamboo baskets around him one by one.

The two dwarfs guarding him looked frightened and moved aside.

The sorcerer pulled the bone whistle from his chest and blew out a cold and miserable sound.

The buzzing sound in the big bamboo basket became more than twice as louder, like three streams of black smoke rushing out.

It was a poisonous bee as long as an adult's little finger, with black and yellow stripes on its body, and its jet-black stinger seemed to have a metallic luster.

This kind of poisonous bee has extremely strong venom and its stinger can pierce leather, but the bee will die after one sting, so sorcerers cherish it very much.

The town's strength exceeded expectations, but with so much loss already, it would be even harder to accept if there were no gains.

The sorcerer then released all three swarms of poisonous bees.

The people on the path were still fighting. After the raccoon cat disappeared, the bandits were forced to retreat step by step.

However, Shopkeeper Ma noticed early on that a swarm of poisonous bees had risen from the woods, and he hurriedly threw the kerosene lamp to the ground.

The glass shattered and kerosene spilled onto the ground, igniting a pool of fire.

He twisted the talisman paper in his hands, and it spread out like a fan, passing it over the fire and igniting it. His hands seemed to be unfazed by fire, and he crumpled all the talisman paper into a ball.

The fire burned through inside and out, and the flames were blazing, forming a suspended fireball the size of a wine jar, which flew across the path and headed towards the poisonous bees.

"You're such a pervert! I'm going to fight you today!"

Shopkeeper Ma clasped his hands together and changed three hand seals in succession, which meant to invite the Fire Spirit Officer, Fire Marshal and Fire Lord. He then rubbed his fingers like swords from above his nose to his forehead.

A flame with a golden interior and red exterior ignited out of thin air on his finger, borrowing from his own yang energy and burning with his own mental power, pointing towards the air.

From a distance, the fireball split into three, each producing three streams of black smoke.

The fireball seemed to have a fatal attraction to the black smoke, causing the swarm of bees to linger around it.

But as the swarm of bees buzzed and circled, waves of sinister aura pressed towards the fireball, causing the flames to flicker.

Some bandits tried to throw their machetes at the fireballs in the air, but were tackled by the militiamen and rolled over in the fight.

The sound of the bone whistle in the woods and the flame on the shopkeeper Ma's fingers grew and faded, one growing while the other extinguished.

And elsewhere in the orchard.

Chu Tianshu suddenly stopped, turned around, exhaled the foul air from his mouth, inhaled deeply, and pointed his sword at the ground.

The green-skinned fruits on the surrounding trees exuded a sour and bitter smell under the moonlight, which made people feel uncomfortable.

What made him even more uncomfortable was what he heard in his ears.

With his current hearing ability, even if he went into the woods, he could still hear the fighting, gunshots, and screams in the town.

There were also men shouting and cursing, children crying, and women screaming. They were the residents in the south of the town, who were trying every possible way to escape from their homes with their families and away from the place of fighting.

This atmosphere is really like a bad dream.

When Chu Tianshu was in his hometown, he always regarded reality as a safe haven.

No matter how scary the dream is, as long as you wake up, you can see the small bridge and fields in front of the door, your neighbors, and fellow villagers walking on the road.

But here, someone wants to make reality like a nightmare, it's really... damn it!

When the swordsman chased here, what he saw was the man's calm face and eyes full of murderous intent.

But speaking of murderous aura, the swordsman was brimming with it. He held the long, narrow steel blade horizontally across his chest, revealing a straight, straight blade with a slight curve near the tip.

The back of the knife also has a palm-long reverse edge near the tip.

This expert among the Jiaozhi bandits actually used a goose-feather knife.

The general marching to the south is brave and bold, with a Qishui Yanfei saber across his waist.

The Ming Dynasty once sent a large army to help the prince of Jiaozhi quell the rebellion. The rebels were frightened and surrendered, offering gifts and were also rewarded.

The sword technique of the Yanling Knife was introduced to Jiaozhi at that time and has been passed down to this day. There are still many people who carry forward the tradition and the art has never been interrupted.

"Ruan Zhixiong, Yanling Knife!"

The swordsman spoke stiffly, his eyes narrowed. "Who are you?"

This guy actually knows some Chinese.

Chu Tianshu's expression changed as he noticed that the man's left foot below the ankle was disabled and he had a piece of wood as a prosthetic foot.

So that's how it is. The swordsman is obviously stronger than the leopard cat warrior, and he knows some Chinese. Even if they can't communicate, he might be able to eavesdrop. But he didn't come to the town to scout the place.

It must be because his left foot is disabled, so he can't move as nimbly and silently as the Ocelot Warrior.

"A man who is ready to help you cure your madness!"

Chu Tianshu loosened the scabbard in his left hand, flicked his finger, and a silver needle shot towards the swordsman's left leg.

The swordsman's eyes were cold. He stepped back with his left foot and rushed forward with his long sword as if he had expected it.

Sure enough, Chu Tianshu rushed forward and swung his sword, swinging his arm like a whip and the iron sword like the tip of a whip.

This thick-backed long sword in his hand is more powerful than a big knife.

The goose-feather knife was swung with great dexterity.

Without touching the tip of the sword where the force was strongest, the blade swept across the side of the back half of the sword, almost approaching the guard.

when! !

The weapons collided, creating a flash of fire, and then bounced away.

Chu Tianshu shook his wrist and swept it downwards, and the Yanling Knife changed. He used the connection between the guard and the blade to directly block the sword.

As soon as the sparks burst, the sword blade jumped due to the reaction force, and it stabbed out with a silver afterimage.

But the Yanling knife flipped over and pressed against the sword blade, shaking the knife flower.

Clang clang clang clang!!!
The blade and the sword were almost tangled together, and the harsh sound of steel colliding and rubbing against each other merged into one.

The sharp sound rises and falls, never stops.

Although the swordsman's left leg is disabled, judging from his previous performance, he has adapted to this kind of leg, and his speed is not affected when he runs and exerts force.

The only thing we can do is stability. Without a natural sole, there is always a lack of stability.

Chu Tianshu used his sword to fight hard and swiftly, hoping to shake the opponent's balance. Unexpectedly, the opponent's swordsmanship was so exquisite. It was obvious that he had specially considered how to deal with this situation, and immediately dragged the weapon battle into another level.

The swords seemed to be tangled together, turning and twisting, but in fact, both men were tentatively trying to stab forward.

However, if the sword tried to thrust forward, the guard would be hit by the tip of the knife and would have to be quickly retracted.

When the knife tries to thrust forward, the guard will be hit by the tip of the sword, blocking each other's momentum for a moment.

The steel advances and cuts inch by inch as it turns, and collides and shakes.

Even though the handles of swords and knives have a shock-absorbing effect, this kind of short-range entanglement and high-frequency mutual stabbing and probing will make people's fingers and palms begin to feel unable to bear it.

If anyone relaxes even a little, the opponent's weapon will pierce into the chest and lungs first.

Both parties had to focus on their arms and held their breath unconsciously.

But before they could hold their breath, both sides were shocked by a fact.

The opponent is more difficult than expected. If we fight to the end in this way, there will be no victory or defeat, and it is more likely that both parties will perish.

choke! ! !
The swords and knives were withdrawn at the same time, and the vibration of steel rubbed out a ball of brilliant fireworks.

The light flashed and then disappeared.

Both of them squinted their eyes in advance to prevent themselves from being affected too much by the sudden change in light.

At this moment, Chu Tianshu bent the knuckles of his left hand fiercely and ejected the second silver needle.

Squinting your eyes will narrow your field of vision, but it will not affect the sensitivity of a martial artist who has awakened his mind.

If this needle is shot at any part of the opponent's body, it will be noticed.

If you shoot at the fake foot and the silver needle sticks into the wood, it will be meaningless.

So this needle is shot towards the Yanling knife.

A silver needle five meters away, strong enough to penetrate an inch-thick wooden board.

Now, the needle tip is unable to penetrate the steel knife at such a close distance, so all the force is completely exerted on the knife body.

when! !

The silver needle hit the steel knife, and the whole needle twisted sharply and exploded.

What came in return was a golden sound, like a steel knife being hit by an iron bullet.

The hand holding the knife had just been pulled out from the thrilling fight. Its forward strength was about to run out, and its backward strength had not yet arrived. Due to this shock, its movement was halted.

The sword light took the opportunity to flash back and swept across the wrist.

The difference in speed is a matter of millimeters, and the price is in blood!
The swordsman's pupils shrank into a tiny dot, his teeth seemed to be gnashing, and he kicked back violently.

The severed hand and the knife were still in mid-air, but his body had already twisted in direction while being thrown backwards, and he was running madly to escape. He threw five or six iron starfish backwards with his left sleeve.

It turns out he also has hidden weapons.

But just now, after the dangerous sword fight, his attention was all on his right arm holding the sword, and he had no time to pay attention to the hidden weapon.

However, the opponent seemed to change his focus in less than a moment after the sword was pulled out, and shot out a silver needle at full speed.

Shifting the focus at such a speed and letting the brain drive the body puts a burden on the brain that is simply not allowed by human instinct. It is hard to imagine what kind of mental training that person has undergone to be able to do this.

Chu Tianshu did feel a slight pain in his brain, his eyes widened angrily, and his long sword flashed. After knocking away the hidden weapon, the hilt of the sword was changed to a reverse grip.

He took a bow step, raised his long arms high, not exactly like a dragon, but the way he exerted force at this moment was so smooth, from his legs and feet, waist and back to his long arms, it was like a whole tendon beating, the fiery force was tightened and rose, hitting the top in an instant.

"kill!"

The silver bottle broke as fast as sparks.

As the swordsman ran wildly, he used the forest to protect himself, and the branches and leaves of the trees had already covered most of his back.

But this flash of silver light flashed straight through the three clusters of branches, seemingly without any hindrance, and shot into his torso on the spot, all the way to the handle, causing his entire body to slide forward half a step and hit the tree.

scoff-

The tip of the sword pierced through the fruit tree, startling all the bitter fruits off the tree.

(End of this chapter)