Sword drawn from the constellations, poison as its edge.

Chapter 217 Breaking the Rules and Falling into Demonic Behavior
The four old monks were greatly alarmed!
These four individuals—Xuancan, who wielded the Dragon Claw Skill; Xuankui, who wielded the Tiger Claw Hand; Xuannian, who wielded the Eagle Claw Skill; and Xuanjing, who wielded the Eighteen Strikes—among the more than thirty senior monks of the Xuan generation at Shaolin Temple, while not necessarily among the top, were certainly considered the backbone of the sect.

In particular, all four of them had spent their lives practicing grappling skills and had excellent teamwork. Once their four-sided demon-capturing formation was fully deployed, even the abbot of Shaolin Temple wouldn't dare say he could escape.

But at this moment, they didn't even see how Jiang Mingzhe walked out!

"Go away!"

Xuan Can reacted the fastest, using the "Stepping on Lightning" technique to reach Jiang Mingzhe's back in three steps. He then unleashed a "Snatching Pearl" attack from behind Jiang Mingzhe's head, aiming for his temples.

Jiang Mingzhe frowned, turned around and delivered a powerful "backhand strike," his fist smashing out. Xuan Can had only extended his hands halfway when he was struck hard in the chest.

Jiang Mingzhe didn't hold back with this move. He had combined his internal and external strength into one, making his power extraordinary. Although the move was called "Turning Back Pestle," it should actually be called "Turning Back Cannon."

If he had used his original skill, this punch would have sent Xuanchan flying backward, coughing up blood.

But this time was different. Jiang Mingzhe punched him, but Xuan Can didn't budge an inch!

Suddenly, a hole the size of a large bowl exploded in its back, and fragments of bone, internal organs, filthy blood, and minced meat sprayed out of the hole as if they were free.

Xuan Kui and his two companions rushed forward, only to be sprayed with blood from head to toe. Even with their extensive cultivation and profound composure, they couldn't help but scream in horror, their legs trembling like leaves, and they dared not take another step forward.

Jiang Mingzhe was also slightly surprised. Xuan Can had attacked his vital points, and he had subconsciously used all his strength, but he did not expect that the power of a single punch would be so great!

An expert can tell a lot just by looking at his hands. Jiang Mingzhe thought to himself that if he hadn't learned this Thunderous Divine Might Skill and hadn't used the Seven Child Swords or the Northern Darkness Skill, with the monk's Dragon Claw Hand technique and his lightness skill, he would have had little chance of winning within at least fifty rounds!

But now all it takes is one move!
In an instant, Jiang Mingzhe found the feeling that Xiao Yuanshan had back at Yanmen Pass.

No wonder Xiao Yuanshan could tear a person apart so easily; the human body is indeed too fragile for someone who has activated the Thunderous Divine Might Technique.

"Anyone who stands in my way will die!"

Jiang Mingzhe finished his drink with an air of pride and strode forward.

A group of monks of the Hui and Xu generations ahead, who were initially filled with rage, were terrified when they saw Xuan Can killed with a single punch. They all stopped their charge and instinctively retreated when they saw him approaching.

One person goes forward, and a hundred people retreat. If this scene were to spread, it would surely shock countless people.

At this moment, a large number of monks rushed out from both sides of the Hall of Heavenly Kings. The two old monks at the head were both shocked and furious when they saw this. One of the monks held two swords and shouted sharply, "You dare not move forward because it is just one person? Get out of the way and let the demon try out my broken precept sword technique!"

As he spoke, he charged forward, brandishing his twin swords. The monks blocking his path were smashed aside by the backs of his blades, and he rushed straight to Jiang Mingzhe, swinging both swords at once.

Xuan Tong was a renowned swordsman of Shaolin Temple, specializing in the Breaking the Rules Sword Technique, one of the Seventy-Two Shaolin Arts. As the name suggests, this sword technique was inherently deadly, and its moves were fierce and brutal.

In particular, Xuan Tong made unique innovations on the original sword technique, turning a single sword into two swords. The two steel swords, full of murderous intent, broke the rules at the same time. In terms of the intensity of killing, it can be said to be the best among the Shaolin skills.

Xuan Tong's sword strike was incredibly fast. Jiang Mingzhe took a step back to avoid it, but Xuan Tong immediately rushed forward, his twin swords flashing like a ball of silver light as he charged straight ahead.

Even with Jiang Mingzhe's martial arts skills at this moment, he couldn't help but admire him inwardly, thinking that Shaolin Temple was indeed full of hidden talents. His two knives rose and fell in unison, and although their speed was not as fast as mine, they complemented each other so well that there were very few openings.

Xuan Tong roared and fought fiercely, his twin blades exploding with power, his movements seemingly mad and demonic. Jiang Mingzhe neither parried nor blocked, retreating seven steps in succession. Suddenly, he reached back and grabbed Xuan Can's frozen corpse, swinging it at Xuan Tong with a whoosh. Xuan Tong couldn't react in time, and with several hissing sounds, Xuan Can was instantly cleaved into seventeen or eighteen pieces. Broken bones and limbs rained down with blood, turning Xuan Tong into a blood-soaked figure.

The monks around were taken aback by Jiang Mingzhe's actions and cried out in shock as they saw Xuanzan's body destroyed.

Xuan Tong was also shocked. Just then, Xuan Can's head fell down, and he instinctively caught it in his hands. Xuan Can had been killed by Jiang Mingzhe's punch, and his eyes were still open. Xuan Tong and he looked at each other and were stunned for a moment.

Jiang Mingzhe said from the side, "Oh dear, it seems that wielding the knife too fast can also cause problems. Your knife is faster than your thoughts. Fortunately, you only cut a dead person. What if you had accidentally cut a living person?"

Enraged, Xuan Tong glared at Jiang Mingzhe like a ferocious tiger, his eyes bloodshot, and gritted his teeth, saying, "You! You demon, you caused me to damage my senior brother's body!"

Jiang Mingzhe laughed and said, "You just said you used some kind of 'breaking the precepts' sword technique. Hehe, you're a monk who has already broken the precepts, so what's wrong with cutting up your senior brother's corpse?"

Xuan Tong suddenly choked, and subconsciously said, "I had the intention to break the rules..."

Jiang Mingzhe's smile grew even brighter, and he said with a playful tone, "That's right, your Shaolin Temple has so many unique skills, but you didn't learn any of them, you just chose to learn this sword technique. It's clear that you love fighting and killing people. How come you're calling me a demon? Tell me honestly, if I used this old monk's corpse to smash your fellow disciples, wouldn't they chop him into seventeen or eighteen pieces?"

The youngest monks of the Xuan generation are around forty years old. Even if they are less talented, after more than twenty years of practice, it is not difficult for them to control their movements freely. Xuan Tong naturally knows this well.

So he couldn't help but think about what Jiang Mingzhe said. It seemed that apart from himself, who practiced the Breaking the Precepts Blade Technique, anyone else could stop their move in time or move aside.

He couldn't help but think back to more than ten years ago when he felt that the Breaking the Rules Knife Technique was not fast enough or fierce enough. He went to great lengths to change the single knife into a double knife and mastered the state of "the person follows the knife". He was always proud of it. Now it seems that he may have already fallen into a madness back then.

Thinking of this, Xuan Tong suddenly realized that his years of hard work in martial arts training had been a complete joke. To be so proud of being dominated by a sword was an even bigger joke.

In an instant, the anger on Xuan Tong's face vanished, replaced by boundless confusion and regret.

Two turbid tears slowly flowed from the corners of his eyes.

Seeing his expression, Jiang Mingzhe couldn't help but ask, "Are you regretting it?"

Xuan Tong nodded slowly, and said with difficulty, "...Regret!"

Jiang Mingzhe casually remarked, "Put down the butcher's knife and you'll become a Buddha on the spot. Since you've repented, then just put down the butcher's knife."

Xuan Tong shuddered, suddenly realizing that he was holding two steel knives upside down in the hands that were cradling his senior brother's head.

Heads and steel knives are things that martial artists in the Jianghu are used to seeing, but at this moment, they are shocking to Xuan Tong!

He stood there for a moment, then suddenly had a moment of enlightenment. He held the head in one hand, threw the twin swords far away, sat down cross-legged with a peaceful expression, held Xuanzan's head, and softly began to chant the Rebirth Mantra.

Jiang Mingzhe laughed nonchalantly and walked past him. After taking only a few steps, he heard Xuan Kui shout, "Senior Brother Xuan Tong! Senior Brother Xuan Tong has passed away!"

Xuan Nian gritted her teeth and said hatefully, "Demon! It was this demon who harmed Senior Brother Xuan Tong!"

At this moment, a tall monk stepped out from in front of Jiang Mingzhe, staring at him fiercely: "This humble monk is Xuansheng, here to avenge my two senior brothers!"

(End of this chapter)