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

Chapter 370 Demonic Possession (Seeking monthly votes at the beginning of the month!)
On the long street.

A blood-red torrent danced in the air, the blades flashing like wheels, reflecting a crimson glow upon everything.

Zhu Xiawu flew backward, watching as the sword energy shot towards him, transforming into dozens or even hundreds of blood-red blades, flying like stars chasing the moon, attacking him like locusts.

He immediately unleashed both hands simultaneously; one palm strike was ruthless and vicious, with a cold and powerful force; the other fist was as swift as lightning and as sharp as dew, with a simple and robust force.

His punch and palm strike were no ordinary technique; they were a combination of Shaolin's "Great Prajna Zen Skill" and Wudang's "Innate Supreme Qi," creating a world-shaking martial art called "Shaowu True Scripture"!
This person's talent and ability are definitely among the strongest in the original work, because after he created the "Shaowu Zhenjing", he incorporated Wudang kung fu and Shaolin's seventy-two unique skills into his punches and palms as much as possible.

Therefore, his fist and palm techniques, though seemingly ordinary, are the essence of two schools of martial arts.

It truly approaches the realm of "great skill without artifice".

With a series of clanging and clattering sounds, Zhu Xiawu shattered the Blood Blade into pieces in just three punches.

That wasn't all. As he flew backward, he suddenly stretched out his fingers and, as if threading a needle, tapped Hongxiu a few times.

With a hiss, the drizzle was cut off by the finger's strength, and in the pitch-black night, it seemed as if a few streaks of white laser light shone out.

It's the Shaolin secret technique, the "Canhe Finger." (P.S.: I'm too tired to comment anymore.)

The bloodstains dissipated.

Hongxiu neither flinched nor dodged, but stood calmly with her hands at her sides.

When the "Convergence Finger" landed on her, it was as if a fish had entered the sea or a bird had entered the mountains. She was completely assimilated by it, and she was powerless and helpless.

Zhu Xiawu stared wide-eyed, and even Zhao Shirong and Liu Suifeng exchanged bewildered glances.

"Heh." Hongxiu tilted her head to the side, looking at Liu Suifeng, seemingly unsatisfied. "You come too!"

brush!
He slashed diagonally with his sword.

With a sudden hum, a terrifying surge of sword energy, like a vast torrent, hurtled towards Liu Suifeng.

Where the blade's energy passed, it split the heavens and the earth, and a crack was cleaved in the street, like a straight black line, splitting everything in its path in two.

"And Sister Zhao too!"

She gave Zhao Shirong a charming smile.

With a horizontal slash of the demonic blade, crimson light rose in the void once more, and meteors streaked and fell.

Upon seeing this, Liu Suifeng flicked his sleeve and floated away.

It darted away like a fish.

With a sudden lunge that transformed into a green shadow, he dodged the blade's energy and separated from the crimson shadow of the red-sleeved figure in an instant.

brush!
Liu Suifeng clutched his chest, leaning against a willow tree, his face completely pale.

"Liu Wu!" Zhao Shirong quickly helped him up and saw that he had been slashed in the chest, bleeding profusely, and his sternum was broken, revealing his beating heart inside.

However, Liu Suifeng's eyes, which were as calm as spring water, suddenly burned with passion, and a smile played on his lips.

It's like a child playing a serious game, and he just happened to win.

Hongxiu stood still.

He had a dart stuck in his hand.

A green, very ordinary dart.

It has no carvings or inscriptions, yet it is as green as grass.

This dart has a name: "The Dart That Kills a Thousand Times".

Everyone in the world knows that Liu Suifeng has three deadly moves.

But he rarely used it.

Even Li Chenzhou was very curious about what it was.

He once laughed with Liu Wu, saying, "If I could know your three ultimate moves, I would give up half of the river to trade with you."

Liu Wu naturally dared not change.

He replied, "I don't want the country, but I want to fight for it with my elder brother."

Now, for Zhao Shirong, for the great cause of the Power Gang, and to eliminate the "One-Knife Immortal" who he sees as the most threatening, he is determined to achieve his goals.

Besides collaborating with Zhu Xiawu, Liu Suifeng also...

He also used one of his three killer techniques, the "Killing Thousand Darts"!
Why is this ordinary dart considered his killer?
Because Hongxiu's entire body suddenly changed!
Under the horrified gazes of Zhao Shirong and Zhu Xiawu, the little beggar's face suddenly split open.

The corner of my eye cracked, the nostril cracked, the corner of my mouth cracked, the ear canal cracked... my whole body cracked in an instant.

Hongxiu's big eyes darted around: "My God! What kind of poison is this? It's even more potent than my 'Five Elements Poison Qi'?"

opportunity!

Zhu Xiawu and Zhao Shirong exchanged glances and quickly moved to Hongxiu's side.

The long sword, like a rainbow, burst forth with countless brilliant rays.

With iron fists and iron legs, the little beggar was sent flying upwards in a spiral!

Tsk tsk tsk!

Bang bang bang!

In the blink of an eye, flames roared.

I don't know how many swords I slashed, or how many punches I threw.

The little beggar was covered in blood, trembling like a leaf, his body covered in blood, looking like a broken doll, and he crashed to the ground more than ten feet away.

With a flash, Zhu Xiawu and Zhao Shirong appeared.

Zhu Xiawu said coldly, "This witch is really tough. She took thirty-three of my punches and didn't turn into mincemeat!"

Zhao Shirong shook her head with a wry smile: "If Liu Wu hadn't sacrificed herself to unleash her killing move, I'm afraid we would have had a hard time killing her."

"Yes," Zhu Xiawu sighed, then suddenly looked in Hongxiu's direction and exclaimed, "She's up again?!"

"What?" Zhao Shirong turned her head sharply to look.

Sudden.

A powerful fist slammed into her head!
It's Zhu Xiawu!

He is Zhu Datianwang, the most cunning and ruthless man in the world.

Cooperating with the power faction is nothing but a pretense; in the end, they will still wipe them all out!

So when Zhu Xiawu's fist, which was more than twice the size of an ordinary person's and looked like an iron engraving, came down...

Zhao Shirong had no time to dodge and could only turn pale and close her eyes to await her death!

However, at that moment, a figure in cyan flashed out, pushed her aside, and faced the iron fist with his back.

There was a pop.

One punch pierced through the intruder's back and chest!

Zhao Shirong collapsed to the ground, staring in horror and sorrow at the man who stood in front of her, tears streaming down her face: "Sui Feng, Sui Feng..."

Liu Suifeng coughed up blood and almost groaned as he said, "Run!"

"Follow the wind!" Zhao Shirong roared and unleashed five powerful sword strikes.

Liu Suifeng's eyes were filled with pain, as if he were recalling the scene of his childhood when he, a little beggar, met Zhao Shirong.

She was so noble, she was so graceful.

This feeling has always been kept deep in my heart and has never been revealed.

But if Zhao Shirong were in danger, he would risk his life to save her.

This is Liu Suifeng.

Tsk!

Liu Suifeng was torn in two by Zhu Xiawu!
That wasn't all; with a backhand punch, he struck Zhao Shirong's sword squarely and heavily.

The sword broke.

boom!
A person flies!

Zhao Shirong coughed up blood and collapsed more than ten feet away, barely alive and unable to get up.

Tap tap tap~
A large foot appeared in front of him, and then he bent down, his half-body bigger than the rest of the body.

Then a large face looked down at her and chuckled, "Mrs. Li, I'm sorry."

Zhao Shirong coughed up a mouthful of blood, along with bits of flesh, and chuckled softly, "It's all about the victor and the vanquished."

"Okay, I'm glad you understand."

"But you killed Ren Hongxiu, and then you killed me and Liu Wu. Are you prepared to deal with Chen Zhou and Ren Shaoyang?"

"No, no, no," Zhu Xiawu shook his finger and laughed, "I don't need to prepare."

"What do you mean?"

Zhu Xiawu said, "Because Ren Shaoyang is currently engaged in a life-or-death struggle with Yan Kuangtu."

Zhao Shirong's expression changed drastically: "You want to stage the scene of my murder to shift the blame?"

"Brilliant!" Zhu Xiawu clapped his hands and laughed. "Li Chenzhou will definitely lose his composure once he sees your corpse."

"You're talking nonsense!" Zhao Shirong roared angrily, "Sinking boats wouldn't do that!"

"Ah, Madam Li, although you have shared a bed with him for many years, you do not know him as well as I do."

Zhu Xiawu chuckled and said, "Fine, when he sees your head, that's when he'll fight Ren Shaoyang and Yan Kuangtu to the death."

The iron-willed man straightened up, clenched his fists, and burst into loud laughter.

"It is time for me to sweep away everything and seize the world!"

"Wow, what a brilliant plan!"

"Of course, it's a good plan."

Zhu Xiawu replied smugly, but halfway through his sentence, his expression changed drastically. It wasn't Zhao Shirong who spoke, because she was staring in shock behind him.

who is it?

Zhu Xiawu was startled and suddenly moved, throwing a punch with his backhand!
This punch.

Unrivaled and supremely powerful.

Fist raised!

The fist falls!

With a loud "boom," a fist-shaped aura appeared out of thin air, causing a buzzing sound in the void.

But all he saw was a petite figure standing quietly.

With wine flags draped over her body, she resembled a rugged proprietress from the northern frontier.

This girl is none other than...

It was Hongxiu!

But she was completely unharmed, without a single scratch.

He had just been punched and slashed by a sword, his red clothes were shattered, and he was completely naked. Now he could only cover himself with wine.

It was actually a fake, like gold inlaid with jade.

Just then, Zhu Xiawu's terrifying fist came hurtling towards them.

Hongxiu narrowed her two eyes, one black and one red, and suddenly shouted, "Get out!"

Hooray!
Thick bolts of purple lightning, about the thickness of a thumb, clung to her body, seemingly appearing out of thin air, but in reality, they were a burst of "Heavenly Wrath True Qi".

In an instant, the fist's energy dissipated, and countless lightning bolts appeared in the void.

Zhu Xiawu was pinned in mid-air, unable to move.

He exclaimed in panic, "Ah! You, how did you come back to life?"

Hongxiu looked at him intently and smiled slightly: "You think you can kill me with just you and Sister Zhao?"

"You're already a complete mess!"

"That's to completely destroy the 'Heavenly Wrath True Qi'." Hongxiu waved her hand, laughing wildly. "If it's not destroyed once, how can such a vicious skill be used by me?"

Zhu Xiawu's eyes widened: "You're just using us as whetstones?"

"Yes! I started planning as soon as you appeared outside the city."

"Ha, haha~!" Zhu Xiawu laughed bitterly, then continued, "As expected of a witch, I am completely convinced of my defeat."

"But~"

He changed the subject abruptly, "Li Ding'an is poisoned and has to face Li Chenzhou. If it weren't for my antidote, he would be dead!"

"Trying to blackmail me?"

A flash of red light appeared in Hongxiu's eyes, and her murderous aura surged.

Zhu Xiawu looked panicked and stammered, "Miss Hongxiu, we can talk."

"I'm talking about your grandma, you coward!"

The word "coward" had barely left his lips when blood suddenly erupted!
Zhu Xiawu was terrified. He threw a punch, broke free, and retreated hastily.

With a hissing sound, blood splattered, as thin as a cicada's wing.

Hongxiu's movements were incredibly fast; when she spun around, she resembled a wisp of smoke.

A crimson glow flickered within the smoke, appearing and disappearing intermittently.

With a soft thud, a knife was stabbed into his chest.

Zhu Xiawu retreated repeatedly, looking down to see a spurt of blood gushing upwards from his chest. He was instantly filled with shock and anger, and his fighting spirit vanished.

"Hee hee~"

Zhao Shirong heard Hongxiu's laughter echoing all around her, and saw the endless, ever-changing sword light, which was as ghostly as a ghost. She couldn't help but feel terrified.

She naturally knew just how strong Zhu Xiawu was.

But no one could have predicted that Hongxiu's true strength was even more inhuman!
A little bit of blood splattered from Zhu Xiawu's body.

But Hongxiu's knife continued to flicker, slicing at Zhu Xiawu as if it were cutting noodles.

This tough man also began to scream loudly, his voice like that of a night owl, extremely shrill.

Zhao Shirong turned pale, only to see a cloud of mist enveloping Zhu Xiawu, with thousands of blades flashing wildly, leaving only flesh and blood visible but not the man!

Sudden.

A clanging sound.

Hongxiu took two steps back, sheathed her sword, and looked at Zhao Shirong with a smile.

Zhao Shirong trembled all over, unable to look directly at the scene, and secretly turned her head to look at the field.

Zhu Xiawu has disappeared without a trace.

All that remained were piles of flesh and blood and standing white skeletons!
The internal organs were still inside the skeleton, and the heart seemed to still be beating.

A gust of wind blew.

Wow!
The skeleton collapsed, and the internal organs were scattered all over the ground.

Zhao Shirong's heart pounded with fear, and she almost groaned, "You...you skinned Zhu Xiawu alive?"

“Yes,” Hongxiu said casually, a knife slung over her shoulder. “It can be considered revenge for you.”

"Thank you," Zhao Shirong said, then paused and couldn't help asking, "Aren't you afraid that Li Ding'an will be poisoned after you killed Zhu Xiawu?"

“Ding’an is lucky.” Hongxiu looked at her with pity. “I told you, if you had left by sea earlier, you might have been able to save your lives.”

"What's the meaning?!"

Zhao Shirong had a strong sense of foreboding.

Just then, a loud shout rang out: "Burning the city in flames!"

Boom~!

The flames rose fiercely, as if a sun had been set in Lin'an Prefecture.

The earth instantly turned into boiling water, steamed by the firelight that permeated every inch, and sank layer by layer.

Under the raging fire, everything melts away, with few exceptions.

One by one, the buildings disappeared, as if bathed in frost and snow under the sun.

this moment.

The house collapsed.

Dam collapse.

The pillar collapsed.

Broken rafters.

Apart from the raging fire, there was no sign of life!
"What... what is this? The West Market was destroyed with a single strike?"

"This is the best swordsmanship in the world."

"The city is engulfed in flames?"

Hongxiu nodded earnestly: "Fire engulfs the city!"

"Then..." Zhao Shirong choked, then cried out in grief, "The ship is sinking!"

Before she could finish speaking, with a whoosh, a burning head flew in an arc and landed beside her.

Zhao Shirong was completely stunned.

After a long while, with trembling hands, he picked up the dead man's head and looked into the eyes.

Those were eyes that held a faint weariness, a sense of helplessness, and yet also a great ambition unfulfilled!
"The ship sank."

Zhao Shirong's voice became infinitely gentle as she softly embraced the head in her arms.

It was as if she were comforting an infant.

Slowly, she curled up.

Close your eyes.

died.

Thus, the Power Gang and the Yangtze River Waterway became the two most powerful forces in the underworld.

They were completely wiped out in Lin'an.

Destroyed by the "joint efforts" of the "Three Fiends of the Northern Frontier" and Yan Kuangtu!
“Hey, look at the mess this has made,” Hongxiu scratched her head, “It’s like we’re the villains.”

"You're right."

The girl slowly turned around, her face serious, and said, "Sever my hand."

At the end of the long street.

A figure standing silently amidst flames.

The fire crackled and popped, the man's long hair hung up like a waterfall, and he held a long knife in one hand, exuding a murderous aura.

In contrast to the clamor of the firelight.

It was Ding'an's calm, still face, and a pair of eerie, crimson eyes.

Chilling.

Hongxiu sighed and shook her head, saying, "Severed hand, you're being naughty."
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P.S.: Between Little Beggar and Ding An, between Demon Blade and Eagle Blade, who is the number one swordsman in the world?

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