Devouring Evil Martial Arts, Eliminating Demons from All Heavens

Chapter 317 Flying Warriors, Riding Flying Soldiers

The moment Song Changle made his move, he had already shattered the talisman on his body.

That was a signal.

On the territory of the New Energy Association, the combat personnel they had secretly trained immediately pushed open one iron door after another leading to the rooftop.

On the rooftops of dozens of buildings, people were running and jumping out.

They were dressed in uniform black combat suits, wearing bulletproof vests, with flight backpacks on their backs and various heavy weapons in their hands.

The moment they jumped off the rooftop, the jetpack emitted a blue exhaust plume, carrying them away.

However, they were not wearing matte helmets, but rather loose hoods.

Because most of these so-called secret combat personnel have characteristics that are clearly different from normal humans.

Their growth rate is also different from that of ordinary people, and their lifespan is mostly limited.

But this also makes it easier to brainwash them into becoming suicide bombers.

Woohoo!! Woohoo!!
Hundreds of people, using jetpacks, soared through the towering buildings and soon arrived over the desolate area.

Suddenly, four or five assassins had their heads explode into a bloody mess.

Without the guidance of brainwaves, the flight pack flew in a straight line, carrying their corpses away at high speed.

It was snipers deployed by the South Wind forces who noticed something was wrong and took them out.

But soon, the snipers among the suicide squad also began to return fire.

Being in mid-air means that the recoil from the firearms can only be absorbed by the flight pack, making it far more unstable than sniping on the ground.

But they were like butterflies flitting among flowers; after each sniper shot, they would use the recoil to spin in mid-air and switch positions with their comrades.

When Nanfeng's snipers lay in ambush, their main consideration is to make themselves less easily spotted by people on the ground.

However, when faced with an enemy that had the advantage of high altitude, they were repeatedly killed, and the remaining ones quickly moved to another location.

The suicide soldiers carrying machine guns did not attack them, but instead aimed at Chu Tianshu from a distance.

The bullets rained down in a frenzy, creating a bizarre scene like ribbons of fire rain, plundering the grassy banks of the river and sweeping towards Chu Tianshu.

Chu Tianshu easily dodged the firepower sweeping from his right front.

He prepared to accelerate further and engage Song Changle in close combat.

But the fiery rain actually reached Song Changle before he could.

Song Changle took a deep breath, channeled his energy into one palm, and gathered all his radar-like vital energy, concentrating it only on the surface of his body, where he stood motionless.

The terrifying, red-hot bullets rained down on him like a torrential downpour.

The land was riddled with holes, and bits of soil were scattered everywhere.

However, not a single warhead actually hit Song Changle.

The gunmen in the air were incredibly skilled at shooting.

Chu Tianshu could easily dodge the machine gun fire.

However, if he wants to get close to Song Changle, he has to break through the death zone around Song Changle.

With limited machine gun ammunition, creating such a dense death zone would only take a few seconds.

The fire rain quickly thinned out, but Chu Tianshu seized the opportunity and swung his sword into the air.

His inner power was insufficient to cause enough damage at such a distance. This strike did not send any physical object flying; it was purely an impact of sword intent.

It was a huge crescent shape, a dark and ethereal outline of sword intent.

Unlike the severe cold emanating from Song Changle.

This intent of the blade brought only a chilling sensation, like an autumn breeze.

The gunman hovering in the air was struck by the blade's intent. He felt a surge of sorrow, but he didn't know why he was so sad. His chest had already split open, and he immediately let out a scream as his body swayed.

Unfortunately, they stopped firing immediately after being hit and did not direct their warheads at Song Changle.

It seems that someone repeatedly implanted a deep-rooted ideological constraint in them.

If anyone disrupts their formation, even if it means death, their physical reaction will be to stop firing first to avoid accidentally injuring Song Changle.

Chu Tianshu was delayed by this incident, and new assassins launched an attack from the air.

The shoulder-fired rocket launcher shuddered.

With the technological capabilities of the New Energy Association, this armor-piercing and kill-type warhead, once launched, can achieve an initial velocity of 400 meters per second.

The warhead tilted downwards, landing in front of Chu Tianshu.

Just as it was about to hit the ground, the warhead suddenly changed direction, drawing an arc and hurtling towards Chu Tianshu close to the ground.

This type of warhead captures an image of the target one second before launch and performs intelligent tracking.

Chu Tianshu retreated abruptly, slashing horizontally with his sword.

When the warhead was still more than 30 meters away from him, he detonated it with the blade's energy.

At this point, he still hadn't paid any attention to the frost on his eyebrows. He simply raised his eyebrows in anger, and each hair stood straight up, shaking off the frost.

As his anger flared in his eyes, he also pressed his left palm against the ground from a distance.

hum! !

The blue four-leaf clover rotated and expanded on the ground, reaching a size of twenty meters.

All the assassins in the air saw this huge mark.

Some of them were about to launch rocket launchers when they felt as if time had stood still, and their bodies involuntarily froze.

The most peculiar effect of the Zongheng Simplified Printing is its influence on the sense of time.

However, the powerful enemies Chu Tianshu has recently encountered are all quite resilient in terms of cultivation and spirit, so he has used fewer of his techniques in this regard.

Now, facing such a coordinated attack, this tactic has once again demonstrated its formidable power.

"You can fly, right?!"

The ground beneath Chu Tianshu's feet exploded, and he soared into the air.

Song Changle was startled and made a move in mid-air.

This time, he only managed to unleash a palm-sized ice crystal print, which traveled even faster.

But Yu Nanfeng also unleashed a palm strike, a delicate, jade-white palm print, which met the attack head-on.

When the two palm prints collided, the impact of the jade-white palm itself was no match for the ice crystal palm print. Instead, it was like rubber, wrapping around the ice crystal palm print.

While Chu Tianshu was in mid-air, he stepped diagonally and stomped directly on the palm print that was wrapped up.

Bang! !

With a muffled thud, his figure flew higher and landed behind a suicide soldier carrying a sniper rifle.

The green leaf imprints on the ground had lost their effect, and all the assassins in the air were awakened.

The other assassins hurriedly turned around to search for their target.

Chu Tianshu's left hand had already pinned the sniper's head down.

The assassin's entire body was pulled forward by the force, and Chu Tianshu knelt on one knee on his flight backpack.

"Move!"

Chu Tianshu roared, and the power of his true words invaded the mind of the assassin, along with the internal force that seeped in through his left hand.

The assassin, like a flying skateboard, immediately flew diagonally to the left.

Chu Tianshu stretched out his right hand and slashed with his sword.

The three assassins on the path ahead were cut in half at the waist.

This flying backpack is controlled by brainwaves. The stronger the brainwaves, the better the flight turning effect and the greater the power.

The sniper was stunned by Chu Tianshu's words and had his brain stimulated by internal energy, so his brainwaves were several times stronger than usual.

The jetpack suddenly accelerated, leaving two pale blue trails of flame that stretched long, full arcs in the air.

More than a dozen assassins were grazed by this trajectory and died instantly.

Not only were their bodies torn apart, but their flight backpacks were also cut open. The flight backpacks exploded before the bodies even fell to the ground.

boom! boom! boom! !

High in the sky, bursts of fire and thick smoke erupted.

Chu Tianshu was incredibly perceptive; he immediately estimated which assassins' perspectives would be obstructed by the thick smoke and flames.

With a twist of his left hand, he positioned himself below the sniper, causing the sniper's flight path to immediately change, allowing him to cover the attack.

A grayish-black blade aura extended more than ten meters from the edge of the blade, yet it was still only two fingers wide. This long blade aura crisscrossed and charged back and forth in the high sky.

The suicide squad members, who should have been fearless even in the face of death, were thrown into a panic by the attack and hastily fired their guns into the air.

One of the men holding the rocket launcher was about to fire when he suddenly saw a flash of light, which swept up from below.

This cut sliced ​​him in two from bottom to top.

Aerial warfare is three-dimensional warfare.

Besides the plane, there are countless angles from which attacks can be launched.

These assassins are highly trained, skilled in three-dimensional combat, and coordinated effectively.

However, their perception of three-dimensional space and their ability to react to the overall situation are far inferior to Chu Tianshu, who is proficient in both magic and martial arts.

Back when he first fought the old eunuch in the Republic of China world, Chu Tianshu's insight technique was a comprehensive and three-dimensional perception.

Now, the difference between his ability in this area and that of the others in the air is probably even greater than his physical advantage!

Many assassins failed to hit the flying, unpredictable target, which moved at bizarre angles, and instead accidentally injured their comrades.

The hundreds of assassins, who were originally at a high altitude, quite far from the ground, were also scattered in the air over a considerable area.

Even if Chu Tianshu disrupts their senses and takes the opportunity to swing his knife on the ground, he can't hurt many of them, and he's easily distracted by Song Changle.

Therefore, this is the most powerful flying force under the New Energy Association.

But now, it's all because one of them was used as a mount by Chu Tianshu.

The entire surprise force was like a lamb to the slaughter, unable to achieve any results beyond impotent rage.

"Land all troops!!"

Song Changle let out a loud roar.

Once back on the ground, Chu Tianshu's advantage in three-dimensional space will be greatly reduced.

However, in land-based warfare, these suicide soldiers could play an even less significant role.

Therefore, when Song Changle shouted this, he no longer believed that these assassins could play any crucial role.

He shouted this only as a way to confuse the enemy.

This made people think that his attention was still on those assassins.

He rushed towards the river the moment he finished speaking.

"President Song!!"

Yu Nanfeng drifted down close to the ground like a weightless ghost lotus.

Her face still had a pale bluish tinge, like a female ghost, and her hand, as light as a feather in the wind, reached out and touched Song Changle's neck.

"You are taboo, so why run away?"

Song Changle suddenly swung out one arm, not his left arm, but his right arm.

He actually swung his severed right arm out and collided with Yu Nanfeng's palm.

Before the wrist was severed, it did not bleed, but upon impact, it emitted an icy blue liquid light that penetrated the skin and reached the bone.

Yu Nanfeng froze.

Song Changle's face contorted in pain, and his left hand instantly reached for Yu Nanfeng's neck.

He was waiting for Yu Nanfeng to come, not just to escape, but also to capture Yu Nanfeng alive and then retreat.

That's right, even with hostages, he doesn't intend to continue facing Chu Tianshu here.

This person, who clearly hasn't broken through the taboo, is dangerous beyond reason, making him unsure what other tricks the other party might use.

They must withdraw to their own territory.

He could only feel at ease if he could talk to the other party about the hostages and the future via drone video.

Song Changle's hand successfully grasped Yu Nanfeng's neck; it was snow-white, delicate, and had a slight resilience.

This most famous and beautiful woman in Nanjing was like a swan with drooping wings, falling into his hands and left to his mercy.

Song Changle felt a sudden jolt in his heart, and then he was struck in the chest by a palm strike.

This palm strike, as light as a leaf floating on his body, caused him excruciating pain, and he instantly increased the force in his left hand.

Yu Nanfeng's hand, which had struck his chest, suddenly pushed off, and he retreated at full speed, leaving several bloody marks on his neck.

Tiny ice crystals penetrated deeper into the bloodstains, continuing to tear the wound.

Yu Nanfeng had no choice but to cover his neck and kneel on the ground.

Her kneeling revealed the thirteen golden needles on her back to Song Changle.

Chu Yannian's needles!
Chu Yannian had not shown his face since the start of the war. It turned out that he had remotely controlled the golden needles with his telekinesis to treat Yu Nanfeng's injuries.

A severely injured Yu Nanfeng might be subdued in one move, but with acupuncture needles piercing his pressure points, he could easily use a tactic to lure his enemy.

choke! ! !
The sound of blades whistling in the air suddenly intensified.

Chu Tianshu stepped onto his mount's back and sped off, gripping his sword with both hands.

The blade energy surged to twenty meters before rapidly receding.

Song Changle supported the sky with one palm, concentrating all his power into that single hand.

As soon as Chu Tianshu's blade struck down, it was covered in snowflakes, and its speed decreased drastically, as if thousands of goose feathers had stuck to the long blade.

The blade failed to sever the hand, but Chu Tianshu charged forward at that moment.

He deftly changed the blade's shape, turning it so that the tip faced the sky. He gripped the hilt and rammed it directly into Song Changle's chest.

The force of the punch, as powerful as a crashing wave, poured into Song Changle's body, causing his eyes to become bloodshot and his heart to stop abruptly.

In an instant, Song Changle was sent flying backward, almost crashing into the middle of the river.

Chu Tianshu, stepping on the assassin, rushed over and grabbed his collarbone amidst the waves. With a push of his foot, he carried him back to the shore.

Those assassins who were lucky enough to land safely on the ground remained motionless, like crows that had settled down.

Yan Nian emerged from behind the tent, still shaken, and looked at the people around him.

These assassins were all weeping without expression, their pupils gradually dilating.

They were overcome with grief and died from ruptured blood vessels in their brains.

"They're all dead?!"

Yan Nian watched this scene in shock, then slowly walked through the crow forest to the riverbank.

Chu Tianshu threw Song Changle to the ground, water droplets dripping from his body, and the frost on his clothes and long sword was melting.

"This one isn't dead."

Chu Tianshu gasped, "He was probably in shock for a moment just now, but his vitality is strong enough. Even though all his ribs were broken, his hand was severed and he lost blood, and most of his internal organs and meridians were destroyed by me, he couldn't circulate his energy."

"It looks like he can live for at least another ten days or so."

Song Changle had indeed regained consciousness, coughing up blood.

“It’s a technique!”

He stared at Chu Tianshu, full of resentment, "Your cultivation technique is better than mine, that's why you have this kind of combat power."

Chu Tianshu was busy regulating her breathing, and glanced down at him: "Yeah, what's wrong?"

"you you……"

Seeing how composed he was, Song Changle turned his gaze sharply towards Yu Nanfeng.

"Yu Nanfeng, you woman, you actually practiced seductive arts! A famously dignified widow, ha, how laughable!"

Song Changle was not an extremely lecherous person, at least not in a time of war and danger.

That was when Yu Nanfeng pretended to be captured and used her seductive skills to have the opportunity to launch a sneak attack on him.

"The art of seduction doesn't necessarily mean you have to have a man. Anyone who is beautiful can practice it."

Yu Nanfeng was still clutching his neck, his voice a little hoarse, "Wasteland life, of course, requires some hidden backup plans."

“I’m hiding my seductive skills. Zhang Tao probably only uses 90% of his power, hiding 10% of his true progress.”

"What about you?"

Yu Nanfeng coldly stared at the person on the ground and stomped on his left arm, breaking it.

"Is this the disgusting, wicked intention you've been hiding?!"

Song Changle's injuries were too severe, and his left hand was also broken. He finally couldn't hold on any longer and fainted from the pain.

(End of this chapter)