Devouring Evil Martial Arts, Eliminating Demons from All Heavens

Chapter 347 Qiongqi's Article, Strange Wind Passing Over the Hill
"It seems this general has preconceived notions and prejudices against us, making the chances of forming an alliance extremely slim..."

The woman's voice, tinged with amusement, said, "I'll just have to try to eliminate one of my rivals."

As soon as he finished speaking, the last syllable of his voice abruptly disappeared.

Not only were human voices cut off cleanly, but the entire forest suddenly became much quieter.

Small animals like birds were startled and stiffened, and even the rustling of leaves paused.

A figure suddenly appeared from behind a large tree.

Before Yun Gu could get a good look at the person, he noticed another figure emerging from behind a large tree.

In the blink of an eye, at least a dozen people emerged from behind the large trees.

Like a group of ghosts, they appeared and disappeared, rapidly approaching Cloud Valley.

Although each figure was blurry, their height and build were very similar.

Yun Gu did not sense any magical artifacts or illusions.

That person seemed to rely entirely on his speed and his exceptional familiarity with the jungle environment.

Therefore, when he ran over in a zigzag pattern, more than a dozen figures appeared from between different trees.

Human vision expands with distance, and the field of vision becomes more diffuse.

Generally speaking, martial arts techniques like creating clones are easier to execute in close-quarters combat.

Because they are close enough, people's line of sight is more focused, making it easier for the enemy to find their focal point and disrupt their concentration.

And even from such a distance, it can still create the effect of clones and phantoms.

This person's movements were so strange that Yun Gu had never seen them before.

The moment he leaped out of the jungle, the dozen or so figures had practically multiplied into dozens.

It was as if a large group of perfectly coordinated and incredibly agile assassins were simultaneously attacking Yun Gu.

These people were all empty-handed, but their figures were all blurry. When they got close, their field of vision was limited, making it even more difficult to discern their true forms.

Yun Gu lowered his eyes slightly, but raised the tip of his spear slightly.

If you can't tell who's real, then just assume they're all real!
A great general on the battlefield is least afraid of fighting against overwhelming odds.

Dozens of figures lunged forward, nearly engulfing Cloud Valley in an instant.

A burst of black light erupted from the field, instantly obliterating two figures.

Is there any black light in the world?

Perhaps the black thing wasn't actually shining; it was just so eye-catching and attention-grabbing that it created the illusion of shine.

The divine spear steals the sun's brilliance; its thunderous power is unstoppable!
That long, slender black beam, with a huge and sharp tip, danced across the sky like a black lightning bolt.

A dozen figures were cleaved in half at the waist by the black light, and the figure to the right was then vertically split.

The moment the tip of the black light struck the ground, it briefly revealed the true form of the spearhead.

boom! ! !
The immense force instantly penetrated the soil and slammed into the mountain rocks.

The rigid rock provided a satisfactory response.

Spiderweb-like cracks burst forth from the rock surface, expand, and tear upwards, causing the same cracks to appear on the soil surface as well.

The radius of the spider web exceeds fifteen meters.

At the end of the crack, at least eight streams of white-hot air, each two or three meters high, spewed out.

Eight more afterimages were destroyed.

Yun Gu was seven feet tall. Even holding a spear and halberd, standing in the center of the spider web, he looked like a small spider compared to the entire web.

But it was a spider forged from cold iron!

When the enemy's true form enters the spider web's range from the left rear.

Yun Gu is like someone with eyes in the back of their head; before the person even turns around, the gun has already turned around.

Once the spearhead was already in front of the enemy, Yun Gu turned his body around.

The gun turns back first as a deterrent, then the person turns around to exert force.

This allows the spear to suddenly accelerate and increase its force again when it is only half a foot away from the enemy.

The opponent's fist suddenly struck the gun barrel from the side.

This enemy was wearing a black short-sleeved sweater and beach shorts, but he was lean, with a sallow complexion, and black beard and hair that looked like short needles that were very difficult to pierce from under the skin.

On the top of his head, there was a strange ornament, like a doll no bigger than a thumb.

Just as the spearhead was deflected, a sudden jerk spun, and the crescent-shaped halberd blade slashed down at the waist.

The enemy's left arm swung forward like a hammer, extending beyond the halberd's blade and slamming into the spear shaft.

The Mandarin Duck Formation-Breaking Spear weighs approximately 132 jin (about 61.5 kg).

This weight is indeed a bit outrageous for the average person, but it's not intentionally designed to resemble a heavy weapon.

Instead, it was to make the spearhead hard and sharp enough that the Donghai Cold Iron was used.

To make the shaft both tough and shock-absorbing, two-hundred-year-old dark bamboo strips from Mount Kongtong were used, and the shaft was bound together in multiple layers with ice silk and lacquer.

Because of the special materials, the final product unknowingly acquired this weight.

Fortunately, Yun Gu had joined the army as a young man and had experienced countless battles. By the time he was qualified to have the craftsmen of the Divine Machine Camp tailor-make this precious spear for him, he could already regard the weight of more than 130 jin as nothing.

The red and black spear, long and sharp, felt as light as a feather in his hand.

The position of the spear's center of gravity is simply a matter of adjusting one or two small muscles in the web of his hand, or slightly tightening or loosening his wrist.

The moment the gun barrel was deflected, it instantly contracted and expanded.

The black spearhead created the illusion of a sudden surge of cold light as it pierced the enemy's chest.

In Yun Gu's hands, the Mandarin Duck Formation-Breaking Spear was like a light, agile magic wand that could be long or short and ever-changing.

The strength of the gun barrel can be used to deflect the opponent's force.

The speed at which the spearhead extended and retracted was faster than Yun Gu's own punch.

He can stab hundreds of places all over an enemy's body in a second.

It doesn't aim to target vital points, because with the destructive power of the cold iron spearhead, even a mere graze to the outside of the calf can sever muscle fibers and allow the force to penetrate the meridians.

But the sallow-skinned, lean man used his fists to intercept and deflect all the flashing attacks.

Not only was the speed impressive, but the power in this man's fists never diminished from beginning to end; every strike was fully saturated.

Only then can we stop the cold iron spearhead that relies on momentum and uses the force of the opponent's attacks to dodge!
In the early 17th century, Nurhaci, a local official of Jianzhou Guard in the Ming Dynasty, rebelled against the Ming Dynasty, seized territory and established the Later Jin Dynasty. The disasters of the Little Ice Age intensified.

While the dynasties in the Central Plains were undergoing dramatic changes, similarly significant transformations were taking place on Borneo, in the South China Sea.

The trade monopoly established by the Portuguese and Spanish in Borneo was broken by the Dutch, and the clash between maritime powers was a microcosm of this conflict.

The local strongmen of Borneo also sensed an opportunity to rise. A bandit leader named "Surudo" went from being a mountain bandit to a pirate, and was eventually recognized by the Dutch. He could be said to have dominated Borneo for thirty years.

In that era, animals such as Gigantopithecus, gibbons, and rhinoceroses were common in Borneo.

The unique climate has resulted in an even greater number of venomous insects.

Whether they are sorcerers or boxers, as long as the style developed locally, they all take enduring pain and poison, and transcending the physical body as their first principle.

This has resulted in most of the local experts being taciturn and extremely patient.

Suludo, a pirate captain who is arrogant, domineering, and ruthless based solely on his deeds, also inherited the style of the local school.

And after being chosen by the celestial realm and stepping into the forbidden realm, he truly achieved a transcendence of his soul and body.

His soul, condensed to the size of a thumb, sprouted from the very top of his head like a bud.

Indeed, that thing on his head that looks like an ornament is actually his condensed soul.

The soul sits atop the head, treating the physical body as a mount or puppet, but it has not been completely severed from the body.

In this state, Suludo's perception is sharper than that of a normal boxer of the same level.

There is also a major benefit.

Normally, forbidden martial artists need to draw their vital essence into their bodies in order to transform it into the most suitable power for themselves.

With his soul above him, the essence of heaven and earth transforms into the most suitable power for him the moment it touches his soul. The transformation process is shorter, allowing him to unleash his full power every second to perform his movements and strike.

"A relentless barrage of attacks, a relentless barrage, is certainly the orthodox path of martial arts, but this general..."

In the woods, a woman with brown hair, wearing a red wool coat, observed the battlefield, a slight tremor running through her mind.

"I only use about 30% of my strength to control the gun, relying on my martial arts skills to give the spearhead enough piercing power to threaten the life of a powerful enemy."

"With seventy percent of its strength remaining, there is endless charm. Even without Suludo's secret method of transforming essence, if it really comes down to it, it's hard to say who has the stronger endurance."

The woman smiled slightly, reached behind her waist, and pulled out a calligraphy brush.

"But the person whom my husband and I plotted to kill back then also had this kind of marksmanship."

She half-squatted down, touched the tip of her pen to a withered leaf on the ground, and wrote with a flick of her wrist.

The handwriting is very small and messy; it seems that the entire character could be written with just a slight tremor of the pen tip.

Therefore, she writes very quickly.

However, when she wrote seven or eight characters, a strange sense of fluidity appeared on the ground.

The withered leaves remained in place, but the characters began to flow.

It's like an invisible river rushing down the hillside, heading towards the mountainside.

The tiny, dark incantations drifted downstream, rapidly spreading and enlarging on the water's surface.

The original black gradually turned into a gold color.

The golden cursive incantation, each character the size of a millstone, suddenly drifted over and crashed into the cloud valley.

Yun Gu's expression changed slightly, and the red-lacquered spear suddenly spewed out, the end of the spear shaft piercing the ground.

The gun barrel can be withdrawn in an instant, destroying a spell.

As the gun barrel retracts, the gun head extends forward again.

However, the butt of the spear should be thrust towards the ground, while the tip should be thrust forward horizontally. These two directions are not on the same straight line.

Yun Gu's palms changed rapidly, thrusting with its tail and stabbing with its head. After three cycles, it finally slowed down a bit and couldn't stop Suludo's movements.

After hitting the gun barrel with another punch, Suludo lunged to the side, his fist nearly hitting Yun Gu in the face.

Yun Gu had no choice but to retreat hastily.

Instead of pursuing him, Zurudo seemed to be standing on the bank of a small river, waving his hand across the water.

One by one, the golden cursive script characters that were drifting close to the ground were all swept away by him and accelerated in mid-air.

Yun Gu wielded his spear like a dragon, the spearhead churning wildly, shattering all the flying golden characters.

The golden light was like lacquer, as if it wanted to cling to his spear, but then quickly peeled away.

Even so, each time a piece of gold paint was first applied, Yun Gu felt that the spear suddenly became several times heavier.

"What kind of method is this?"

Yun Gu felt a sense of foreboding; with these two working together, he feared he would have a hard time escaping.

But the woman in red on the hillside also looked surprised.

"Thunder and rain, all are the emperor's grace; the emperor's might is as solid as a mountain, and one must obey his commands without question... This man has the air of a seasoned general, yet he has no thought of loyalty to the emperor in his heart?"

Just as she was about to change her writing style, a furious shout came from afar.

"The Complete Collection of Qiongqi's Writings?"

The person who spoke out was clear and cold in voice, yet it rarely carried a hint of anger.

"You are Lady Han, Qin Hui's wife?!"

In the mountain valley, the trees are lush and green, their branches undulating like waves in the wind.

A beautiful female Taoist priestess appeared, using her light-footed skills to fly over the green waves, sweeping her whisk horizontally with her left hand and suddenly drawing her sword with her right.

A beam of icy white light burst forth from the sheath, obscuring the entire figure.

Man and sword become one, soaring through the air.

In the eyes of the woman in red, she saw only a white flash that suddenly accelerated, covering a distance of more than seventy meters in an instant, and crashing directly into her.

After the white light lengthened, its tip resembled a sword-shaped aura the size of a door panel.

Inside the protective aura, there was also a real, ice-white longsword.

The woman in red felt a chill creep into her brows, a coldness penetrating to her very bones. At the critical moment, she swung her brush horizontally.

A streak of ink was left in mid-air.

This stroke seemed to have squeezed out more than half of the ink from the brush, turning the pure black tip mostly white.

The sword-shaped energy collided with the ink mark.

Within the ink marks, there appeared to be many tiny characters, about the size of ants, that bounced upwards slightly from the shock before falling back into the ink marks.

Immediately, the protective energy cracked and shattered on the spot.

The real longsword suddenly trembled, trying to avoid the ink marks, but the tip of the sword still pierced the ink marks.

bass! !

Chen Ying, who was holding the sword, froze on the spot. She felt as if she had been hit in the chest by a heavy hammer. Her blood and qi surged back, and her beautiful face turned as red as blood.

The ink marks narrowed and shortened at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The woman in red was also jolted, and two streams of blood immediately flowed from her nose.

"Have you heard of me?"

The woman in red laughed, "You even recognize my martial arts techniques. You wouldn't happen to be from the Southern Song Dynasty, would you? But when Yue Fei and his group were killed, I was just going along with the flow; I wasn't the mastermind."

Chen Ying coldly replied, "I am not only a Song person, but also a disciple of the Southern School of Golden Elixir."

"Oh, the Zhou sisters, are they your senior sisters?"

The woman in red also had blood flowing from her left ear. She said, "People don't realize that there are so many true female cultivators. I was just helping them out."

She suddenly touched the brush to her earlobe, and the blood and ink colors stuck to the tip of the brush, creating a distinct contrast.

A half-red, half-black ink bead was flung towards Chen Ying.

Chen Ying neither dodged nor avoided, and opened her mouth to spit it out.

A hollow, ethereal, white pill slowly flew out, seemingly slowly, but it struck the ink bead precisely.

At the same time, a loud bang was heard downstream.

Yun Gu, without anyone noticing, rushed into that huge garbage dump.

The general strides in all directions, his divine spear rising and falling in flight.

The broken refrigerator and the half-destroyed car frame were all thrown out.

The more fragile trash was shattered into fragments.

In the end, the spearhead swept across the ground, drawing a huge arc.

All the debris was swept up into a colorful whirlwind of indescribable hues.

The gale raged against the slope, crashing up and sweeping through the trees.

I don't know how many leaves were knocked down, or how many saplings were broken.

The battlefield between the two women was also swallowed up by the strange wind.

Whether it was an evil spirit or a Taoist priest, they couldn't help but cry out in shock and anger when they were hit by the stench in the strange wind.

On the contrary, Suludo was left out in the wind.

Since the start of the war, this was the first time Suludo had shouted, like the roar of a bull, accompanied by hundreds of fist shadows rushing into the wind.

Bang! !

The phantom of the halberd formed by the qi, over thirty meters long, suddenly rose from the strange wind and slashed downwards with all its might.

A strange wind exploded, the air currents scattered wildly, leaving only a mess on the ground.

(End of this chapter)