Devouring Evil Martial Arts, Eliminating Demons from All Heavens

Chapter 319 Abnormal Phenomena, Suppression Association

The black, multi-bladed bladed wheel moved at incredible speed, rolling along the river after crossing it.

Although Zhang Tao pursued relentlessly, he always kept a distance of about ten meters, making it difficult to catch up.

Before long, the two had crossed the desolate area and entered the spirit realm.

The blade wheel shot off the cliff, cutting through the wind and plummeting into the vast jungle below.

Zhang Tao caught up with them and jumped off without hesitation.

But as he fell, his eyes followed the blade wheel, and he couldn't help but feel a little shocked.

It wasn't for any other reason than that the blade wheel had rolled too many times.

The rolling of the blade wheel basically means that the wolf-headed swordsmen inside are also rolling and swinging their blades.

Having sped all the way from the riverbank to here, the Wolf-Headed Swordsman's method of wielding his sword was practically using himself as a wheel.

It rolled so fast and so far.

Zhang Tao thought to himself that if he were to use this technique, he would probably be spinning so much that he would be dizzy and unable to maintain his balance.

This wolf-headed swordsman truly lives up to his reputation as a unique being from the spirit world; he can maintain his balance even in this situation, and his swordsmanship remains precise.

Even when the blade's shadow transformed into a wheel, it was still difficult to discern many flaws.

Boom! ! !
The black bladed wheel fell into the jungle.

The jungle here is full of towering trees, and the ground is covered with a thick layer of fallen leaves, but it doesn't feel too crowded.

All the big trees seem to have been born knowing how to occupy their own territory and live their own lives.

Even the thousands upon thousands of majestic tree canopies resemble loose puzzle pieces, not touching each other, deliberately leaving narrow and winding gaps.

Although the trunk of a tree is thick, it is still much smaller than the area covered by its branches and leaves.

Therefore, from a near-ground perspective, this jungle appears quite sparse and somewhat empty.

The blade wheel rolled straight ahead without knocking down any trees.

Zhang Tao also fell here, but the moment his feet touched the ground, a burst of electricity, like a spider web, erupted.

The range of the spiderweb lightning was only a dozen meters, and it only flashed for a moment before disappearing.

But his speed increased dramatically, his figure almost breaking through the air, and suddenly he closed the distance between him and the blade wheel to about five meters.

He used the recoil from falling off the cliff to temporarily accelerate.

When the distance is reduced to five meters, the lightning he unleashes from his iron whip becomes even more concentrated, indicating that he is already planning to forcefully strike.

But just as he raised the iron whip, the brilliant light and lightning emanating from his body suddenly all showed signs of drooping downwards.

Those bolts of lightning were like extra hairs that had grown on his body, all pulled down by some unknown force.

He himself was pulled down and stomped heavily on the ground.

Boom! ! !
The blade wheel in front opens at the same time.

The wolf-headed swordsman stretched out his body, his feet planted firmly on the ground, and with a backhand slash, he already slashed diagonally.

The pitch-black broadsword now had an extremely bright, white edge.

Its edge is longer than the blade.

The surrounding environment, dozens of meters deep in the forest, was plunged into darkness.

It's as if the light within this area was pulled away by the immense force of this strike, gathering on the blade to create its sharpness.

This strike was indeed extremely domineering, fully displaying the blade's brutality.

But the most dangerous part is that mysterious, interfering force.

The wolf-headed swordsman had long been aware of the existence of that power, making his strike perfectly executed.

With just this one strike, he can turn the tables and kill his opponent!!
Zhang Tao's appearance was not good; his hair was dry and dull, and there was too much white in his eyes, making them appear lifeless.

Faced with this blow, his appearance made him look even more like a funeral portrait.

Xia Ningning's voice seemed to be ringing in my ears.

"Using your blood to refine a corpse, you're going to have some bad luck lately..."

The iron whip in Zhang Tao's hand trembled with lightning speed, and the tip of the whip stabbed.

He was mute, and his family had always taken extra care of him since he was a child, but sometimes they couldn't help but sigh, which made him feel awkward.

But in their village, there was an old master who taught whip-wielding skills. Throughout the year, outsiders seemed to rarely hear him speak, yet others only held him in high esteem.

He desperately sought out a master, studying relentlessly and even twice as hard, as if only through such intense study could he vent his pent-up frustration.

Unexpectedly, as the old master grew older, he found comfort in having such a diligent successor and became more talkative.

Zhang Tao was even more frustrated now.

But by then, he had already mastered the art of martial arts and was gradually becoming immersed in it.

Although the master talked more than expected, the sound of the whip cracking was even more pleasing to him as he gradually came to appreciate its value.

He also grew to love the sound of the wind and the bursts of air from his iron whip.

This is the sound he is best at making, even though he cannot speak.

It was laughter, and it was also cursing.

"When you point your whip skyward, you're cursing God!"

The master often joked with him about this. Later, on the day the old man died, the villagers hired a funeral band, but the master couldn't close his eyes.

Zhang Tao sat there until midnight, then suddenly got up and practiced a set of whip techniques.

One whip points upwards toward the sky.

The master closed his eyes amidst the crack of his whip, and a jade pendant bearing a forbidden inheritance appeared on the corpse.

Although the master could speak, he still had unresolved feelings to express.

Heaven granted his master the inheritance jade slip, but he had long missed the right age. Despite practicing for so many years, he had not achieved much.

Since the purpose of jade slips is to preserve traditions, but one cannot master them to the highest level, they are not allowed to pass them on to others. This forces masters to learn only some unorthodox basic skills and teach them to their disciples.

If you waste your life, you'll become more and more resentful as you get older.

Since I'm not good enough, I shouldn't be given such a good thing at all!
That master, in truth, wished he could whip the heavens every day. Zhang Tao later learned the kung fu, but he never forgot that whip.

He only knows how to curse the heavens with a whip, so why would he be afraid of bad luck coming his way?

Clang! ! !
The blade was stopped by the iron whip, just like a huge bronze bell weighing several thousand pounds being smashed in mid-air.

The blade didn't break, but its energy scattered and shot out, creating bright holes in the trunks of more than a dozen large trees nearby.

The wolf-headed swordsman hadn't expected his strike to be blocked, and a look of surprise appeared on his face. But without hesitation, he flipped over and transformed back into a wheel of blades, disappearing into the distance.

Zhang Tao was unable to catch up immediately.

The wolf-headed swordsman emerged from the jungle, climbed over a low slope on the side, and circled around to the other side of the slope.

He followed the stream downstream and hid in another patch of woods before stopping and gagging.

The Rolling Blade technique is his fastest movement method.

But only today in his entire life did he roll so far at the fastest speed, until he felt a little nauseous.

The wolf-headed swordsman paused for a moment, then bent down and drank a large amount of stream water.

But before he could wipe the water stains from the hair around his mouth, his right hand suddenly grabbed a knife and swung it.

when! !

Iron swords and iron whips clashed across the stream.

The clear water of the stream reflected two dark shadows of weapons, like lightning illusions or misty dreams, flashing and shrinking, separating at the slightest touch, then reuniting again.

The two heavy and domineering weapons collided dozens of times in the blink of an eye, except for the first clash, but without making a sound.

Zhang Tao suddenly flicked his iron whip, aiming straight for the wolf's forehead.

This whip is about to rip off the flying wolf's skull and send it hurtling towards the heavens.

Such a whip strike is naturally powerful and unparalleled, with immense might.

Zhang Tao seemed to be affected as well, and suddenly floated up slightly.

The wolf-headed swordsman didn't even need to take the whip; he simply shrank back, disengaged from the attack, and fled with the magic corpse.

This time, the blade wheel circled around a mountain peak from the mountainside and reached the shady side of the mountain. There, the werewolf appeared and suddenly cleaved a large tree in two with a single slash.

The wild boar hiding behind the tree was thrown out by this knife, its belly ripped open, and its internal organs turned into blood and foam.

The wolf-headed swordsman stuffed the corpse directly inside, twitched his nose, twisted off one of the corpse's fingers, bit his tongue, spat out a mouthful of blood, and threw it into the water.

A river flows down the mountainside nearby, with a very rapid current.

The severed finger was plunged into the belly of a large fish in the water. Startled, the fish drifted downstream and quickly reached the foot of the mountain, then swam away along the river.

The wolf-headed swordsman chuckled, grabbed the wild boar, and fled again.

When Zhang Tao arrived, he only saw the tree broken in two.

His senses were conflicting, but he still had tracking abilities.

As the person who single-handedly revitalized the entire aquaculture industry in Nanjing, he had a certain understanding of the living habits and traces of various organisms.

Even in a place like the spirit world, it's enough to tell which traces were just left.

But he didn't chase after him immediately. Instead, he raised his hand and looked at the fine hairs on the back of his hand.

Tiny body hairs rose and fell intermittently.

Since chasing him to this place, Zhang Tao has made two mistakes, both of which were due to interference from some unknown force.

This disturbance still exists. It's not just the hair on his body; in fact, his internal organs, cardiovascular system, and brain all suddenly feel a sinking sensation, as if they are floating inside his body.

Within the Jinling No. 7 landform, there exists a kind of ghostly or divine appearance, formless and shapeless, merely an anomaly.

As a creature that could very well transform into a precursor to a demon or god, the wolf-headed swordsman had clearly become accustomed to that phenomenon.

Zhang Tao, however, has not yet adapted.

Moreover, this anomaly changes very frequently and varies in magnitude, making it impossible to summarize a specific pattern in a short period of time.

Although Zhang Tao was capable of protecting himself, in battle, if he couldn't accurately counteract this inexplicable interference, he would never be able to entangle the Wolf-Headed Swordsman.

He pondered for a few seconds, then took a white cicada out of his pocket.

The internal energy circulated, forming tiny golden characters on the left half of the cicada's back.

[Ningning, Song Changle is all talk and no action. Even though he severely injured Yu Nanfeng first, he still can't win. Has Chu Tianshu already defeated him?]

The cicada's right back half appears to respond.

[Song Changle has been captured. What about Master?]

Zhang Tao's expression relaxed slightly.

This white cicada is a magical artifact that only the master and disciple can use. It is very effective, allowing them to communicate even when they are in the spirit world.

[The wolf's head is cunning, drawing out the Dharma image; my skill is profound, I will continue tracking.]

Once Zhang Tao relaxed a little, he habitually started communicating using four-character phrases.

[The pursuit is fraught with difficulties; having many people is useless. Quickly go to the association, search for information, and keep a close watch for three years. We will surely be prepared. Send me detailed data.]

Inside the tents on the riverbank.

Chu Tianshu and the others saw the handwriting.

Yan Nian immediately said, "In that case, we should arrest the senior members of the New Energy Association as soon as possible."

"They also control most of the power plants in Nanjing. If they get desperate and do something crazy, it will be troublesome."

Yu Nanfeng, whose cell phone was destroyed, said to his son, "Have Nanfeng and the people from Shiweitian cooperate to fully enter their territory and keep an eye on their key members."

The equipment on those flying assassins has been basically confirmed; at least half of the senior members of the New Energy Association were involved in Song Changle's scheme.

Otherwise, they would all have to be idiots to be completely unaware of the association's resource allocation.

You have to choose between being stupid or being evil.

Chu Tianshu waved his hand, picked up the water bottle from the table, and took two sips of water.

"Where is their headquarters? Mr. Yu, could you show us the way?"

(End of this chapter)