Chapter 227

Cao Changqing spat out two words expressionlessly:

"What do you mean?"

"Nothing much, just a whim. In this life, I want to deviate from the Heavenly Dao and establish a demonic path."

Zhuang Buran said with a smile:

"Sending you self-righteous, selfish, and mutually slaughtering people to the funeral is Zhuang's greatest pleasure in this life."

"Demon, you deserve to die!"

Hearing this, Cao Changqing shouted loudly, and the green light in the depths of the sky suddenly turned into a rainbow light as thick as a corridor pillar, falling rapidly toward the youth in grey linen robes.

Zhuang Buran's aura shook slightly, and the rainbow light immediately dissipated.

"Decisive indeed, using your own blood and Qi as firewood to ignite the heart fire, forcibly entering the Confucian sage realm, possessing combat power comparable to the Earth Immortal realm."

"It's a pity it's still just the light of a firefly, too weak and unbearable."

Cao Changqing strode out, suddenly closed his eyes, and blood flowed from his seven orifices instantly, but he looked calm and spread his hands, as if wanting to embrace the entire heaven and earth.

The sky for several hundred miles was immediately dyed with a layer of green light.

"Paying the price of life to fight for the realm, then turning from Confucianism to hegemony, gaining the combat power of a Land Heavenly Human."

Zhuang Buran had a happy expression:

"Li Chungang, Hong Xixiang, you two are both sword practitioners, what are your thoughts on this?"

"We swordsmen, from ancient times to the present, have tirelessly pursued the great achievement realm of 'Qi rushing to the Dipper' and 'Qi piercing the rainbow.' I didn't expect Cao Changqing to be able to introduce that vast righteousness that fills heaven and earth from the blue sky into the human world."

Li Chungang spoke with full respect:

"This is no different from adding ten feet to a hundred-foot scroll."

Hong Xixiang frowned slightly:

"Zhuang Buran, what realm are you exactly, to actually turn a blind eye to the danger in front of you and still have the leisure to ask questions?"

In an instant, a gorgeous pillar of light crashed to the ground, enveloping the youth in grey linen robes.

However, it did not stir up the power of shaking mountains and earth, but instead, a voice with a hint of laughter came out:

"Such a familiar righteousness. Thinking back, in one of Zhuang's lives, I was extremely good at using the righteousness of heaven and earth."

The voice paused, then came out from the pillar of light:

"Add more effort, please continue."

Cao Changqing's pupils shrank, and the aura around him became more and more violent and peerless. One after another, magnificent pillars of light fell toward the youth in grey linen robes.

However, it never caused any ripples, making Li Chungang and Hong Xixiang beside him frown slightly. The former's aura surged, and he shouted the two words "Sword Come."

Hundreds of thousands of Beiliang blades on and off the mountain flew into the air, quickly converging into a huge, ancient, and vast sword above the half-collapsed Qingliang Mountain.

The latter held the peerless immortal sword he refined when he was the founder of Wudang Mountain, his aura immediately restrained, staring intently at the pillar of light.

"Interesting, the half-crippled Sword God has re-entered the Land Immortal realm, and is even desperately squeezing his Qi sea and physique. Originally, he still had more than ten years of life, but now he will die in one battle."

The voice of the youth in grey linen robes spread slowly:

"Never mind, then Zhuang will thank Confucian Sage Cao for sending the righteousness, saving me a lot of time, and returning to the peak from now on."

Instantly, the supreme and rigid righteous Qi contained in the gorgeous pillar of light seemed to be absorbed, and it dissipated without a trace, revealing the youth in grey linen robes who now had silver-white long hair.

He had a smile on his lips:

"Cao Changqing, Zhuang knew you were stupid beyond cure."

"You..."

Cao Changqing, who had already reached his limit, couldn't help but be angered by the words, completely bled from his seven orifices and died, falling heavily to the ground.

In an instant, sword aura like a rainbow surged on the half-collapsed Qingliang Mountain, rushing straight into the clouds. Above the void, there was a scene of the sky breaking, and brilliant golden light sprinkled down, as if manifesting a looming portal.

Han Diaosi's Finger Profound secret technique was known as "Three Thousand Red Threads Severing Longevity." With a flick of his finger, he could easily flay skin, tear bodies, and cut armor. With one pull, he could turn dozens of cavalrymen into countless clots of blood.

This time, he was already fighting for his life. The red threads on his arms were all stripped away, converging into a single line, forming a three-foot sword of red thread before him, with the momentum of a comet sweeping its tail.

On the other side, Qi Lianhua's entire body surged with torrent-like, surging sword intent, slashing out three fierce and absolute sword Qi.

With a "Boom," gravel flew and yellow sand filled the sky, stirring up smoke and dust that affected a radius of several miles.

When the smoke and dust dispersed, only two people remained standing: one was the youth in grey linen standing with his hands behind his back, and the other was the old man holding a blade, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, his face pale.

"The Land Immortal Realm of this world is truly too useless. It has the danger of dying from exhaustion, yet lacks the ability to fight ten thousand, destroy a country, and slaughter an emperor."

Zhuang Buran was calm:

"At most, it is all thunder and no rain. Fighting to the death for a thousand miles, only to kill two thousand armored men—how ridiculous."

"In my fifth life, I already had the ability to slaughter a country. Although it was only a small country, I still slaughtered ten million lives."

"You people have no idea what kind of existence you have provoked."

"Cough, cough, cough."

Qi Lianhua coughed up several mouthfuls of blood. His body's Qi shook, and a red glow appeared on his pale face before vanishing. He said softly:

"In this life, I, Qi Lianhua, have had high standards but low abilities, seeking too much. I sought calligraphy to surpass the ancients, sought the prosperity of my family, sought the long-lasting national fortune of Great Chu, and sought the welfare of the common people. In the end, I achieved nothing and ended up empty-handed."

"My last wish was quite small: I only sought to be an elder who could have a clear conscience."

"Because of you, Fengnian died without a complete corpse. If not for Xu Yanbing and Han Laoshan, who rank in the top three for spear technique, protecting him with their lives, Northern Liang would have been in chaos long ago."

"Old man, I don't care what kind of existence you were in your past life. Even if it means mutual destruction, I will avenge my blood relative."

Having said that, an incomparably resolute and massive Qi shook from his body. The snow-white long blade in his hand flashed with light, and his peerless Qi completely merged into the blade's body.

"You people just don't understand human speech. That is just as well."

Zhuang Buran appeared behind Qi Lianhua like a ghost, lifting his hand to stroke him gently:

"You mongrel-like fool, I shall make you die with your eyes wide open!"

Instantly, Qi Lianhua's body stiffened, his entire body's Qi collapsed, blood stains appeared on his seven orifices, his eyes widened in anger, and he died suddenly!

(End of chapter)

"Zhuang will do a good deed today, letting you and the red-clothed woman you have loved for eight hundred years become a pair of doomed lovers."

He stepped into the void just now, and the cracks shaken out by the "Earth-Extinguishing" move manifested a phantom and unstable formation.

The resentment and hostility generated by more than two hundred thousand people instantly converged into the fist seal he pinched.

"Zhuang likes planting mushrooms most. This is called 'Military Disaster Heavenly Danger,' please accept it, you two!"

With a "Boom," a mushroom cloud that spread for dozens of miles was actually planted, making the various forces and Jianghu martial artists who had already noticed the war in Beiliang stare blankly on the spot.

Such superhuman power, if not witnessed with one's own eyes, I'm afraid no one would believe that the path of martial arts could have such power to destroy heaven and earth.

In a short time, not only were more than two hundred thousand Beiliang troops destroyed, but even Hong Xixiang, the reincarnation of Patriarch Lu, Li Chungang, a sword-dao talent encountered once in five hundred years, and Cao Changqing, who occupied eighty percent of the Heavenly Image realm's style, were no match for him.

Ten days later.

The world was silent, just because a peerless fierce person who had never existed since ancient times appeared.

Because a dog he kept was harmed by someone, the Beiliang cavalry that shook the world disappeared, and the famous Human Butcher Xu Xiao, as well as many peerless experts, all lost their lives.

The irresistible divine power he possessed could bring endless destruction, and even if countless experts joined forces, it would be difficult to hurt him in the slightest.

It completely silenced the world. Even Wang Xianzhi, who claimed to be second in the world but was actually first, appeared exceptionally dim in front of this peerless fierce person.

(End of chapter)