Devouring Evil Martial Arts, Eliminating Demons from All Heavens

Chapter 188 Only Lakes and Mountains in Sight

Whether it's the Demonic Blade Technique or the Deadly Sword Technique, to demonstrate sufficient effectiveness, both rely on the intent of the blade and the power of internal energy as their foundation.

Most of the internal energy of the Lord of Liuyun Palace was converted into the effects of sword moves.

This is what gives it the miraculous effect of almost separating a person from their body, causing their thoughts to rapidly shift and rush towards the end of decay.

But now, the effect of the sword technique has been broken.

The remaining power of the Lord of Liuyun Palace was simply insufficient to withstand Chu Tianshu's thirteen waves of internal energy.

The sword energy in his hand shattered like glass, and the flesh and blood of his arm turned into dust and scattered, revealing the white bones.

The horrifying scene stretched from his finger down to his shoulder and face.

"what!!"

Even in his dying moments, he still let out a furious roar filled with murderous intent.

Just as his entire body shattered, a grayish-white poisonous dragon flew out from his body.

In that scene, Lord Liuyun didn't seem to be dead at all.

It was as if it had broken out of its shell and emerged from its cocoon, transforming into this venomous dragon.

Boom! ! !
Chu Tianshu's figure fell from mid-air, and a rock beneath his feet was deeply dented and covered with cracks.

The surrounding water crashed and roared, sending waves soaring into the air.

Within that shimmering white water curtain, everyone could see the venomous dragon coiled around his body.

The dragon shadow, several meters long, was sharp and stubborn, yet it exuded an aura that caused everything else to decay.

After the dragon's body wrapped around the man's body, its ferocious head lunged down at Chu Tianshu's face.

Whether it is a spirit or a physical body, it is no different from a physical body to the body of the God of the Kitchen.

Chu Tianshu raised his right hand high and grabbed the poisonous dragon by the neck.

The dragon claw gripped his forearm, causing his skin to begin to wither.

"Your henchmen aren't powerful enough!"

When the water collapses and the violent waves spread out.

Chu Tianshu clenched his teeth, gripped the base of the dragon's forepaw with his left hand, and strained with all his might, exhaling and tearing.

The force from his back burst forth fiercely into his arms, and the clothes on his upper body, without the support of internal energy, exploded directly.

At the same time, the poisonous dragon also broke off.

It was clearly a spirit, yet it sprayed out large amounts of green blood, splattering among the waves and rocks.

The venomous dragon, severed in two, struggled and roared, its body trembling wildly, but it could not escape those two palms.

The effects of the Fifteen Deadly Swords had worn off, but everyone on the ship remained frozen in place.

They came to watch a duel between warriors.

I never imagined I would witness such legendary scenes.

The venomous dragon let out a final, painful groan, and gradually faded and disappeared in Chu Tianshu's hand.

The fresh dragon blood on the reef turned into wisps of white smoke.

The ripples that spread earlier have now been replaced by an even bigger wave surging back.

With a whoosh, the waves crashed down, shattering into countless handfuls of jade-like snowflakes on the rocks.

Chu Tianshu stood firm amidst the waves.

The lake water washed over his body, causing white vapor to rise from his head and slightly reducing the bloodshot color in his eyes, though they remained a cold, jade-like red.

Ye Zongsheng's hands trembled slightly.

The death of the prefectural lord greatly shocked this hall master Ye, giving him the urge to charge forward in an instant.

However, those crimson eyes and black pupils suddenly fixed their gaze on Ye Zongsheng.

In that instant, Ye Zongsheng didn't know whether he felt like he was in an ice cellar or surrounded by raging fire.

My hands and feet seem to be ice cold, yet my insides feel like they're on fire.

"Walk!!"

Ye Zongsheng let out a sharp cry and leaped off the bow of the boat, drifting to the side and repeatedly touching the water's surface with his toes.

A large ship is good, but getting started is difficult.

He needed to seize the small boat and use his internal energy to accelerate it so that he could leave Poyang Lake as soon as possible.

The experts from Liuyun Mansion on the ship seemed to awaken from a dream, and they all leaped down.

In their panic, some people forgot that their lightness skills were not good enough to jump from the high deck of the boat onto the water and still be able to walk on the water.

These people jumped in and immediately fell into the water.

They simply relied on their internal strength to swim underwater while holding their breath, and they were as fast as great white sharks.

With the usual imposing presence of Liuyun Prefecture.

These elite soldiers, all bearing the insignia of Liuyun Prefecture in their hair ornaments and clothing, are a force to be reckoned with whenever they are deployed.

Even if their enemies were on the lake, at least most of them would instinctively give up their boats.

However, when a skilled fighter from the Flowing Clouds Clan surfaced beside the small boat...

There was a click.

A steel knife was embedded right in the center of his forehead.

The person who was stabbed looked shocked, and the person who stabbed him also looked panicked.

However, around Kangshan Island, on the surface of Poyang Lake, a great deal of loud fighting sounds had already rang out, from the old and the young, men and women.

"Don't let those treacherous dogs from Liuyun Manor get away!"

"That man in silver is Ye Zongsheng!"

"Heavens have opened their eyes! Revenge! Revenge!"

For a moment, it seemed as if the sounds of fighting were everywhere, with swords clashing and small boats being broken and interrupted from time to time.

Just as Ye Zongsheng had seized a small boat, a swordsman's figure suddenly appeared at the stern of the boat.

As soon as he moved, he and his sword pierced through the cabin, the tip of the sword radiating five colors.

Ye Zongsheng swung his knife back, and the two-foot-long dagger, as thin as a cicada's wing, easily sliced ​​through the tip of the sword.

"Wusetang?"

Ye Zongsheng was startled and said urgently, "Those who killed you were from the Demonic Sect outside the Great Wall! It has nothing to do with me!"

The swordsman said hatefully, "Do you think I don't know who plotted to hinder Commander Wan's reinforcements?"

Ye Zongsheng vaguely remembered that the prefect had personally visited the vicinity of Shanhaiguan that year.

But it's just a mere Five Colors Hall. Even if the Lord of the Manor takes action himself, what's the big deal? There's no need to hide it.

Since it's rumored that the Demonic Cult was responsible, then it truly is the Demonic Cult.

Ye Zongsheng had always thought this way, but he was too lazy to investigate the details.

In the heat of the moment, he was blocked by the people of the Five Colors Hall, and he didn't know how to argue back.

"you wanna die."

Ye Zongsheng's voice turned cold, and the blade flashed like wings, rising and falling intermittently.

The short sword had barely left the tip when it slashed back, as if the entire long sword had been cleaved in two. At that moment, a powerful force pressed down from the side, and the wing-like blade of light quickly deflected.

With a clang, sparks flew everywhere.

The oars were made of fine steel and coated with a wood-colored lacquer.

Ye Zongsheng felt as if a huge halberd had shaken his entire body, and the small boat beneath his feet seemed to sink.

An elderly disabled man stood on another small boat to the side, as if riding a horse and brandishing a sword.

Ye Zongsheng was shocked. Back then, he had defeated this old man in a one-on-one fight, but he hadn't realized then how powerful and decisive the man's blade was.

Of course, he didn't know that back then, the Luoyang Escort Agency had many escorts and hundreds of families.

The Luoyang Escort Agency is now deserted.

Nothing can hold back this Spring and Autumn Period broadsword.

"Hahahaha!"

Miao Gao and Miao Ji laughed heartily and flew over.

"Chief Escort Yu, we're here to support you. Let him experience what it's like to have someone backing him up."

Chu Tianshu, who was on the reef, noticed this scene and smiled slightly.

Both sides instinctively avoided the reef and dared not approach it.

Only Lu Shuangyan flew over, sensing the lingering aura around her, her expression showing a hint of admiration.

"So, that fifteenth sword that caused people to lose control was like this."

Lu Shuangyan looked at Chu Tianshu, "You can even break through a sword like that!"

Chu Tianshu thought about it and felt a little scared.

Amidst so many racing thoughts, he managed to grasp a single correct idea, and that was the hardest part.

"Should I thank those nightmares? Forget it, I'll thank the part of myself that held on through those nightmares. The little me is still pretty brave."

Chu Tianshu joked for a moment, then said seriously, "The spirit of this sword move was completely introduced into the human world by Lord Liuyun, and then killed by me."

"You shouldn't feel that bewitched anymore, right?"

Lu Shuangyan pondered the words carefully and nodded.

The spirit of the fifteenth sword possesses an inherent, uncontrollable, and pernicious tendency.

He was inspired by his swordsmanship and ideas, which gave birth to a freak.

After the spirit of the Dharma was slain, a certain trend within the mist and haze was naturally thwarted.

Even if someone else takes the path of the out-of-control fifteenth sword in the future, it won't breed a powerful evil spirit so quickly.

Moreover, this is evidenced by the evil sword.

Lu Shuangyan is confident that he will create his own fifteenth sword technique.

Chu Tianshu closed his eyes, savoring the feeling of resisting that sword strike.

With his strength and physique, even if his internal energy is exhausted and his physical strength is only one percent, he can still easily support his weight.

But he really feels very tired right now and wants to find somewhere to sit down.

Because his head is now burning hot.

Actively recalling that sword strike actually made him feel like he was cooling down faster.

"I originally thought that a sword was just a tool, not as dexterous as a human hand."

"It's just that in the early stages of martial arts training, the sword is harder than the hand, and the attack range is a little longer, so that's the only advantage..."

When human hands become harder and sharper than most common weapons, the need for swords and knives decreases further.

If you have good materials, it's easier to make a belt than a sword when crafting a ritual implement.

But after stripping away the outward appearances of the Flowing Cloud Palace Master's iron flute and poison dragon in today's battle, what impressed him most was a unique artistic conception belonging to the sword.

When you feel that fundamental artistic conception, the first thing that comes to mind is a sword.

It wouldn't be hands, guns, or anything else.

This is also a result of cultural accumulation.

The culture of swords and knives, with its symbolic meaning, naturally creates a distinct characteristic that is completely different from that of physical combat.

Chu Tianshu was suddenly interrupted by a shout and looked up.

Xiahou was seen chasing a small boat.

The people on the boat shouted repeatedly, "Nephew, have you misunderstood?"

Xiahou Feishan drew his sword with unwavering resolve, shouting something like, "I'm going to kill you, you traitor!"

Chu Tianshu stared intently, not recognizing the group of people being chased, and couldn't help but ask, "Who are they?"

Lu Shuangyan also glanced in that direction.

"Oh, people from the Murong family."

Lu Shuangyan spent most of her energy studying the sword techniques of the Lord of Liuyun Mansion, and casually commented on a few points.

"The Murong family's Hidden Elephant Sword Technique is very famous, known as the 'Myriad Forms of Qi,' which is said to be contained within its sheath. It is indeed quite ingenious."

"Therefore, the Murong family head's sword is most intimidating when it is not drawn, and it can also block Xiahou's attacks."

"When he really needs to draw his sword, he will most likely be killed by Xiahou on the second strike."

Upon hearing the name Murong family, Chu Tianshu recalled the whole story.

At that time, during the investigation of the generals and officers in the Jiangzhe area who had killed innocent people and claimed credit for their crimes, a group of people who were actually colluding with Japanese pirates were discovered.

Some of the letters came from the Murong family.

Xiahou Feishan asked him at the time whether these experts who colluded with the real Japanese could be considered as real Japanese.

Chu Tianshu replied, "The traitors are even more hateful; killing them would be a meritorious act."

This patriarch, who both allied himself with Liuyun Prefecture and colluded with Chen Zuqi, and also managed to win over the government officials, was truly a master of social maneuvering.

Unfortunately, all of these forces have now been dealt a heavy blow.

Chu Tianshu glanced at it a few more times, then shook his head and said, "The Murong family's swordsmanship is all talk and no action, it's boring."

"I'm going up the mountain to take a nap. Call me when you're done fighting."

He turned around, and with a few leaps, he climbed up the low cliff.

Not far up the cliff, there is a temple.

The statues inside are not of Buddha, but of many generals, with weapon racks on both sides, conveying a sense of war and battle.

Chu Tianshu yawned, leaned against the red pillar, used the weapons as a pillow, and fell asleep to the sound of the waves.

Although the temple was filled with the atmosphere of war, a few lines of poetry were engraved on the large incense burner on the altar.

Some of the characters are blurred and not fully legible.

Clouds surge and waves stand in mid-air, I lean against my lone boat to enjoy the panoramic view...

The plains seem poised to swallow up the entire land of Wu, yet all the rivers flow away from the sea gate.

Where are those warships now, after a hundred battles?
Only the lake and mountains are in sight.

(End of this chapter)