Devouring Evil Martial Arts, Eliminating Demons from All Heavens

Chapter 266 Driving the Blood River
There were several pear blossoms on that branch, their whiteness so intense it was hard to see clearly.

When Chu Tianshu unleashed his sword strike, it struck precisely at the tip of the branch, right in the stamen of the pear blossom.

Clang! !

The pear tree branch trembled violently, and the stamen at the top of the flower was broken, with petals shattered.

Fine white light, like water or flame, poured out from the crack.

It's as if that small pear blossom collapsed and was replaced by a huge pear blossom in full bloom.

Chu Tianshu's sword was deflected by this fleeting, ephemeral sight.

But in an instant, a silent blade came down from below, piercing through the base of the large pear blossom flame.

The blade scraped along the pear tree branch, leaving a glaring white mark.

Cao Ying's white pupils seemed to have enlarged and contracted in an instant.

He held the pear branch in his left hand and made an extremely delicate outward turn.

A single pear tree branch, with a gentle touch, seems to transform into a golden ruyi (a symbol of good fortune) used to lift the beaded curtain, or to lift the curtain of a wedding gown carried by eight bearers.

Marriage is a major life event.

If there are a thousand love stories in the three thousand plays of the Peking Opera, then there are five hundred marriages among those love stories.

Unfortunately, of these five hundred marriages, more were not satisfactory.

With a flick of his wrist, Cao Ying not only transformed the pear tree branches into a golden ruyi (a traditional Chinese ornament symbolizing good fortune), but also the sleeve of his military uniform on his left hand seemed to turn into a bright red wedding costume.

Beneath the lush and vibrant surface lies an extremely heavy and complex force.

The silver-white longsword was actually suppressed by the golden Ruyi and could not advance.

bass! !

The longsword was suddenly drawn.

A sharp silver ripple was torn through the air, and the illusion shattered instantly.

The golden ruyi is gone, leaving only pear tree branches.

The silver marks hadn't faded, and the smooth, mirror-like blade struck again, aiming straight for Cao Ying's face.

Cao Ying's toe struck a wave, and her figure retreated swiftly.

Chu Tianshu took a step forward, treading lightly in mid-air.

Although his feet did not touch the water, his powerful internal force caused the water surface to sag into a hemispherical shape.

Internal force acted as a medium, allowing the reaction force from the water surface to be transmitted back to him.

Mingjing's sword followed a straight path forward, pursuing Cao Ying.

Cao Ying could only retreat by waving pear branches to fight back.

In his hand, that pear branch sometimes resembled a short, dagger, fiercely and decisively striking, directly clashing with the blade.

Sometimes it is like sweet dew on a willow branch, with many hands and afterimages, magical and graceful.

But as Chu Tianshu pursued them, no matter what moves they made, his longsword could always stop them with just a slight movement.

The Mirror Sword will suddenly transform and reappear, inevitably breaking the move the opponent just used.

too fast.

Not only is the speed of the sword strike fast, but the speed at which it recovers after being knocked back is also ridiculously fast.

During Chu Tianshu's pursuit, his eyes had already turned into liquid jade, shimmering with light.

A powerful and pure force controls this longsword.

Unlike before, it no longer requires consuming some internal energy to reinforce the sword.

The sword itself is already strong enough to support Chu Tianshu's highest combat intensity.

The spirit of the soldier is no longer something that only manifests when necessary, but rather it possesses a profound foundation, capable of responding to Chu Tianshu's intentions at all times.

When his entire mind and body only need to be used to control the sword.

When you wield this sword, it's as if you're in a magical, empty, windless, and waterless place.

The blade moved as if it were in space, and for a moment no air resistance was felt.

Only when you hit the target will you encounter any resistance in that incredibly smooth and natural feeling.

The form is obstructed, but the meaning is not; it flows smoothly and unrestrainedly, becoming unstoppable.

The resistance felt in such extreme fluidity will obviously only become the drumbeats of the rhythm.

One chased and the other retreated.

In the blink of an eye, they had fought their way from near the center of the small lake, which was about a hundred paces long, to the shore.

Cao Ying's expression remained unchanged, but the anger emanating from her body was palpable.

The heat was so intense that cicadas within a hundred-meter radius of the forest died suddenly, falling from the trees, and fish in the water died, turning white as they floated to the surface.

Those insects in the shallow soil, whose names are hard to identify, all crawled out of the ground in fear.

As Cao Ying stepped back onto the shore, the whites of her eyes swelled and contracted once more.

What I've been waiting for is this moment when my anger has accumulated to this point, this moment when this possessed being finally puts its feet on the ground.

The pear tree branch in his hand suddenly shattered into pieces.

The pear blossoms seemed to shrink back into buds, and finally retreated back into the branches.

Only a bare branch remained, yet it grew longer and heavier.

"Hey!!"

In the blink of an eye, Cao Ying swung the tree branch and struck it!
It seemed that at the moment it was thrown, the branch became longer and heavier.

That heavy afterimage, already six or seven feet long, pierced through the air and crashed towards Chu Tianshu.

Chu Tianshu, who was in pursuit, felt that the area within a dozen meters, or even twenty or thirty meters, was limited.

Invisible blades have appeared in every inch of air.

All of this sharp, ferocious power came from Cao Ying's attack.

It wasn't the main force of that attack, but rather the unusual phenomena that arose in the surrounding environment when it was launched.

The energy of Geng metal is fierce and sharp.

But when that afterimage crashed down, it wasn't using swordsmanship or sword intent.

Many of the plays in Peking Opera are derived from history.

However, many of them are supernatural tales that did not exist in history, but they are a kind of metaphor for the annals of history.

It is a more exaggerated interpretation of a certain artistic conception in history.

Guan Yu, who passed five passes and slew six generals, with his red face paint, loyalty and bravery that will last forever, and Green Dragon Crescent Blade that was invincible, was undoubtedly the top of the fierce generals.

But even with a single strike, he couldn't cleave through a thousand troops.

However, there is a scene in the play where the protagonist, since its inception, has always been alone, fighting against thousands of troops.

For example, a few years ago, President Yuan rehearsed this play when he turned 57.

At that time, the play was called "Xin'an Tianhui," and its main theme was, of course, the suppression of rebels and the consolidation of the empire.

Unfortunately, for hundreds of years since the Ming and Qing dynasties, ordinary people have had a more common name for this excerpt from the opera.

"Havoc in Heaven"!

With a magic staff in hand, he defeated 100,000 heavenly soldiers and generals.

It was a rebellious spirit that was hard to explain or articulate; it was a violent outburst after suppression.

Even knowing that the monkey would eventually lose, even though in some versions the monkey was a complete demon monkey.

But whenever this scene gets to the most exciting part, there are always countless cheers and applause.

The power of Master Jiaoli's strike came from the intense emotions he had previously contained.

Therefore, this is definitely not a knife, because a knife is not wild enough.

It must be a stick.

Use those primitive weapons to smash, smash, and explode the palace.

Only then can people vent their unspeakable anger and repression.

Faced with such a blow, Chu Tianshu suddenly felt the pressure of life and death.

The mirror-like blade suddenly became blurry.

That was the longsword vibrating, with an imperceptible amplitude, for an indistinguishable number of times.

Faced with such a sword, the already barely perceptible environmental resistance becomes even less noticeable.

Throughout his journey, Chu Tianshu used his full internal energy to compress the water's surface and leverage its force to move forward.

At this moment, Cao Ying had already stepped ashore, but he had not yet reached the shore.

But instead of using his heavy footwork to stomp on the water, he started with his sword, and his whole body blurred for a moment.

A furious and violent blow came down, and all the invisible blades in the surrounding environment simultaneously shattered.

Chu Tianshu, however, became a blurry shadow, like a fish-dragon.

It actually broke through all the blockade of Geng metal energy, bypassed the trajectory of that stick, and soared into the sky.

Wandering aimlessly in the void, dancing with sword in the vast emptiness.

A fish swimming in the sky, wings in the vast void.

Kun! Transform into Peng!!

Along the shore, the water surface, with a radius of more than 20 meters, was shattered into countless white waves.

When that stick landed in the water, a large amount of water was instantly transformed into invisible gas as white waves surged up.

The airflow, like a colorless waterfall, rushed into the sky.

The person in the air broke through the airflow and fell down, a sword hanging down.

The shadow of the stick in Cao Ying's hand suddenly disappeared, and a pear tree branch grew from the top of her head.

On the branches, pear blossoms are in full bloom.

Especially the pear blossom at the very top, which is as big as a bowl.

It's as if just this one flower blooming can release all anger, make one forget troubles, and leave one carefree and unharmed.

But that sword, seemingly blue and white, possessed a force so heavy it was as if ocean waves were crashing down from the sky.

A sword pierced straight down, splitting pear blossoms, cleaving branches, and penetrating the crown of the head.

The sword plunged straight to the hilt, and Cao Ying's body exploded into several pieces, which flew out.

Only a pear tree stump remained in place, pinned down by this sword strike.

New branches kept sprouting around the tree stump, and pear blossoms grew, but the petals fell off as soon as they opened.

The destructive power of this sword strike is inexhaustible.

Tree stumps are rootless, but in this struggle, roots spread out from the soil.

The soil within a radius of several meters was constantly being pushed and thrashed by thick roots, causing the land on the shore to tremble as if it were being shaken.

The wrath of the Pear God was seemingly endless, rising and falling with every passing moment.

It had been swallowed up and suppressed by the Five Witches for so many years, and now it was actually killed by a mortal who possessed the manifested saint.

This sword, it even wants to nail its body right here.

I'm furious! I'm furious! Utterly furious!!
Chu Tianshu, who was upside down in mid-air, relaxed and flipped into the air, landing next to the tree stump.

"With your stance, you dare to stage a ruckus in Heaven?!"

Chu Tianshu pointed a finger at the blade of the Three-Seven Divine Sword, and thick, bright red blood was forced out, flowing out in the shape of a talisman.

"Think about how many people's true feelings and intentions you stole for that one attack, and you still have the nerve to be angry here?!"

He raised his face, and with his left index finger, he suddenly swept across the center of his brow, leaving a cut.

"We humans are the ones who should be angry!"

He took a drop of blood essence, which faintly glowed with a clear light, from between his eyebrows and flicked it onto the sword.

The "Shaoyang Blood River Chariot" is a device that uses the principles of Yin and Yang to extract profound spiritual energy to nourish the soul of soldiers.

In other worlds, unlike the spirit realm of the Tang Dynasty, they are not friendly to the spirits of soldiers.

But now, the Three-Seven Divine Sword is directly embedded in the body of a spiritual ghost god.

The flowers that grew on the tree stump suddenly withered in large numbers, leaving only one or two, still dying and reviving.

The tree roots trembled again, enraged that the sword dared to absorb its power.

The sword's blade was like a mirror, and pear blossoms appeared in its reflection.

That's because the Pear Goddess wanted to corrupt the sword.

Pear blossoms piled up, covering the sword's blade and touching the hilt of the divine sword.

The hilt of this sword was originally quite ordinary, somewhat resembling the shape of a gold ingot.

Now, the texture on the handguard is ancient, intricate, and solemn, like a mask with a wide forehead and mouth.

Two eyes are hidden within her brows, and she wears a mask with four eyes, like a celestial being.

Chu Tianshu's lips curled up, and he moved his finger, pointing it at the hand guard.

The blood of the Kitchen God was used as a sacrifice.

The power of the Five Witches God was lured over.

The powers of the two demons clashed once again.

"Five Witches!!"

The tree stump let out a long howl.

Chu Tianshu suddenly drew his sword, and the entire tree stump was sucked into the sword like flowing water and suppressed.

Pear God's roar startled the entire battlefield.

They've only just started fighting.

When I turned around, not only was Cao Ying dead, but the Goddess of Pears had also been suppressed.

(End of this chapter)