Starting with the divine power of the Great Vajra, he traversed the heavens.

Chapter 219 Demon Blade Drinking Blood
"You fat bastard, you dare to disgust me even when you're about to die!"

Hongxiu gave a cold laugh, then vanished into thin air in a flash, reappearing in front of the two of them and unleashing three punches in quick succession.

Mo Yixian, enraged by her insults, roared, "You little whore, how dare you call me a fat bastard! I'll skin you alive!"

Hongxiu gave a slight cold laugh, and the sound of her small fist breaking through the air suddenly rang out. There was a loud cracking sound, like being struck by lightning, and the surrounding wind and snow trembled violently.

Tan Yingshou knew that this woman's internal energy was extremely powerful. His "Mysterious Qi Technique" began to dissipate as soon as he came into contact with her. He had never seen such a strange internal energy in his life.

He immediately turned his feet quickly to dodge the two punches, but the third punch was ultimately unavoidable, so he had to use both hands to collide with the incoming punch.

With a thud.

Tan Yingshou immediately felt a surge of thunder and fire energy enter his arm and travel along his meridians. He couldn't help but groan, leaping more than ten feet along the ground, his hair standing on end, before finally dispelling the strange force.

Before he could catch his breath, Hongxiu's figure suddenly swayed and disappeared into thin air, transforming into a streak of blood behind him, and then kicked out with another leg.

Tan Yingshou shouted and retaliated with another palm strike, but as soon as the force was exchanged, the internal energy forcefully penetrated his meridians, causing him to stiffen instantly, and blood immediately seeped from his mouth and nose.

Just then, the little beggar suddenly laughed, and in a flash, he appeared out of thin air behind Mo Yixian, kicking her with his leg.

Mo Yixian was terrified. His large body suddenly moved forward and backward, dodging behind his leg. He waved his folding fan repeatedly, unleashing bursts of wild energy that penetrated the blood-red space opposite him.

Hongxiu chuckled softly, "You fan the wind, I'll blow the wind, let's see who's more powerful!" Suddenly, she took a deep breath, puffed out her cheeks, and exhaled a burst of true energy, the sharpness of which blew towards his abdomen.

This was as easy as child's play; it didn't even stir the corner of the other person's clothes.

Mo Yixian opened her fan to protect her face, but she did not notice the powerful attack coming from her. She thought that Mo Yixian was just playing with her and was about to mock her with a vicious voice.

Unexpectedly, his expression changed drastically the next second. With a "rip," his gorgeous robe tore open from the chest and abdomen, and the tattered fabric flew out and scattered on the ground with the snow.

Mo Yixian looked at his huge, exposed belly and was so shocked that he took several deep breaths, still feeling unbearable abdominal pain. He thought to himself, "What kind of martial art is this? How come I feel like I'm going to have diarrhea just from one breath?"

Amidst a light laugh, Hongxiu reappeared above his head, her palms waving out like clouds and mist, ethereal and unpredictable, as she used the "Tiangang Palm" of the Wudang School from the previous world.

This palm technique is as fluid and agile as flowing water. When the palm is used, the internal energy is divided into yin and yang energies that flow alternately. The palm wind can be as fierce as thunder or as soft as clouds and mist. It is the signature technique of the Wudang Wood Taoist.

Back then, Hongxiu seized the Wudang secret treasure from Gong Jiu. Now, when she casually uses Wudang's ultimate skills, she is far superior to Mu Daoren.

Mo Yixian exclaimed, "Wudang Kung Fu?!" He immediately knelt down, his folding fan flashing out as he pressed it against Hongxiu's lower abdomen.

He knew that his opponent's martial arts skills were so high that they were definitely at the level of Qian Luo and Feng Han, reaching a level that ordinary people could not imagine. When he unleashed the fan, he unconsciously used all his strength.

But when the fan touched his body, it was as if he were standing in the void. The more force he exerted, the more power he felt he had no support. Instantly, his body fell forward as if he were falling into a bottomless abyss.

Mo Yixian was greatly alarmed!
In her haste to get up, she felt a weight on her head as a small hand gently pressed down on her head.

The leader of the Xiaoyao Sect felt a sudden chill in his heart.

Then Hongxiu chuckled, "I told you, you'd be in for a bloody disaster today." With a burst of force from her palm, a "crack" was heard, and Mo Yixian's fat head was already embedded in the cavity.

At this moment, Tan Yingshou suddenly leaped up without a sound, like a hawk swooping down, and grabbed at Han Bai head-on.

However, realizing that Hongxiu's martial arts skills were too high, they decided to capture the boy before making further plans.

Just then, a figure flashed inside Changchun Temple, and an old man with a thin face, white hair and beard suddenly appeared. He waved his hand, and his long sleeves floated lightly towards Tan Yingshou.

"Ah? Who goes there?"

Tan Yingshou suddenly felt the pressure increase, and a flexible force surged towards him all at once. He dared not be careless and threw a punch with all his might. The two clashed head-on, and the wind howled, the snow fell heavily, and the street seemed to shake.

Han Bai's eyes widened, and he exclaimed, "Elder Xi!"

Xi Yingzhen smiled, and was about to leap away to give chase when he suddenly stopped, his expression turning serious.

A blood-red phantom flashed and disappeared in the snow. Tan Yingshou and Mo Yixian's men made brief contact and were all sent flying more than ten feet away, spitting out mouthfuls of blood.

In the blink of an eye, none of the dozens of people survived!

Upon seeing this, Tan Yingshou was utterly horrified and immediately turned and fled.

Suddenly, a clanging sound was heard.

Xi Yingzhen and Han Bai both felt that the red light in front of them was dazzling and that the figures were fleeting.

Suddenly, a light, floating blade of light appeared, like a blood-red curtain, reaching to the sky and obscuring the sun. This blade of light was ethereal and transcendent, as if it were not man-made, but rather wielded by a deity.

Xi Yingzhen narrowed his eyes, his expression serious, and said solemnly, "Such powerful demonic energy, such a formidable demonic blade! It's even more terrifying than the 'Blood-Drinking Blade' from twenty years ago!"

"The Blood-Drinking Blade?" Han Bai was taken aback and quickly asked, "Is that the eerie demonic blade of the assassin Fiery Blade?"

“That’s right!” Xi Yingzhen stroked his beard and said, “This sword was powerful for a time, but it was only a flash in the pan before disappearing without a trace. But no matter how powerful the ‘Blood Drinker’ demonic power is, it is still a small fry compared to the sword in Hongxiu’s hand!”

Before he could finish speaking, a flash of light appeared as if a ghost had darted through the air, instantly smashing Tan Yingshou to pieces, sending limbs and severed arms flying everywhere!
Xi Yingzhen and Han Bai were stunned by the terrifying blade light, cold sweat pouring down their backs.

The blood shadow vanished, and a figure in red sleeves, carrying a knife, appeared at the street corner.

The heavy snow had stopped, the dark clouds had dissipated, and the setting sun cast its glow upon the girl's blood-red dress.

The little beggar stood on the street amidst the red and white hues, the demonic knife in his hand trembling slightly. Bloodstains on the blade, wriggling like worms, quickly disappeared from the edge, blending seamlessly with the crimson spine. Hongxiu slightly opened her eyes, her divine light shining brightly, and her aura seemed to have increased once again.

"Sister Hongxiu!" Han Bai and the white donkey ran over and asked loudly, "Are you...are you alright?"

"Of course I'm fine." Hongxiu slightly raised her red lips, smiling calmly. "I'm even in better shape."

"The Girl in Red Sleeves".

Just then, Xi Yingzhen walked over, took a deep look at the demonic blade in her hand, and said, "Do you feel anything unusual?"

Hongxiu raised an eyebrow, looked at the old man in white robes with graying hair and beard, and smiled slightly as she gazed at his clear, divine eyes beneath his long, slender eyebrows.

"I feel incredibly good right now."

Xi Yingzhen smiled and said, "That's good, that's good." Although he was smiling, his eyes were constantly observing Hongxiu's expression.

Hongxiu didn't take it seriously. With a "clang," she sheathed the demonic sword, and the colors of the world suddenly returned to normal.

The little beggar patted his belly, glanced around at the corpses scattered everywhere, and shook his head: "I just wanted to set up a stall to make money. Why did you have to come and provoke me?"

"Little girl," Xi Yingzhen chuckled, "they're blind; they can't see your talent."

Hongxiu turned and walked towards the city gate, with the white donkey quickly following. As she walked, she said, "I hope things will be quieter from now on."

Suddenly, the little beggar stopped in his tracks.

At the white-shrouded city gate, a figure dressed in a blue robe and wearing a turban stood with his hands behind his back, seemingly having waited for a long time.

"Cripple?"

"Ah."

Ren Shaoyang smiled and opened his arms.

"Wow, haha!" The little beggar laughed loudly, waving his hand as he ran towards Ren Shaoyang.

"Ouch!" Ren Shaoyang caught the little beggar who pounced on him, and shook his head with a smile, "You get heavy when you're full."

The little beggar was greatly discouraged and muttered, "No, no! I was full before, but after killing a few foolish piglets, I'm hungry again!"

Ren Shaoyang put her down, scratched his head and pondered, "Then, shall we go back and eat beggar's chicken and drink Shaoxing wine?"

"Um?!"

The little beggar's eyes widened, and he shouted, "Crippled man, you actually knew I wanted to eat this?"

Ren Shaoyang smiled indulgently and patted the snow off her shoulder: "It's snowing." As he spoke, he looked at the two people watching him and Hongxiu in the distance, "Old Xi, Little Brother Han, how about coming to Peach Blossom Garden for some chicken and drinks?"

Han Bai scratched his head, somewhat embarrassed, and said, "I'm sorry, Brother Ren, Miss Qin from Cihang Jingzhai is here today, so I have to go back to my residence."

Ren Shaoyang nodded, indicating his understanding.

Xi Yingzhen laughed and said, "Brother Ren, with chicken, wine, and a group of interesting people, isn't this the most interesting thing on a snowy day?"

Ren Shaoyang laughed and said, "Haha, Mr. Xi, don't break your promise!"

Hongxiu chimed in, "That's right, that's right! I won't eat unless Grandpa Xi comes!"

Xi Ying laughed and said, "Now that you've said that, how could I possibly break my promise?"

As the sun began to set further west, the group bid farewell to Han Bai and headed out of the city.

Along the way, Hongxiu chattered on about the interesting things that happened when she had her fortune told.

What couple's child is actually the father-in-law's? What young couple is actually long-lost siblings? What young couple is actually a monk and a nun who eloped?

The world is truly full of wonders.

Even Xi Yingzhen listened with a strange expression, exclaiming how satisfying it was, and even said bluntly, "Little girl, you spoke too soon. If you had said that at the dinner table, we would have drunk several more jugs of wine!"

Ren Shaoyang nodded repeatedly, deeply agreeing.

The three people and the donkey talked as they walked back to Peach Blossom Village, their steps uneven.

Before long, wisps of smoke could be seen rising from chimneys, along with the outline of a small mountain village.

Just then, a loud shout was heard.

"Hey, I did it! I did it!"

Then a burly, one-armed figure came running out, his hair on fire, flaming and leaving a trail of smoke as he ran.

But he didn't care. Instead, he raised his one arm, gripped a gleaming short knife, and rushed over, shouting and yelling!

(End of this chapter)