Chapter 41

Hong Qigong saw that in a short period of time, the youth in the green robe had taken the lives of hundreds of people, killing the righteous and evil paths until they trembled and their morale collapsed again and again; although he had the idea of stepping forward to stop the fighting.

But looking at the youth in the green robe who was killing more and more bravely, and whose eyes were getting more and more murderous, he couldn't help but smile bitterly.

If he just stepped forward like this, he would only be beaten to death by him in two or three moves; in this way, not only would this slaughter not be stopped, but the Beggar Sect would also be implicated.

He couldn't help but shake his head and stomp his feet heavily:

"Oh my, I said why did you go to provoke this evil star? He didn't come to provoke you, you should thank heaven and earth."

On the other side, after Zhuang Buran finished demonstrating the martial arts of the Five Greats, he performed various martial arts from the "Nine Yin Manual", killing until blood splashed everywhere and blood flowed like a river, making the field lose three or four hundred people.

At this time, the youth in the green robe had no blood stains on the soles of his feet, but his green robe and white hair had dots of blood, and there was a thick bloody smell on his body that made people sick.

I don't know why, but the indestructible body that should have been invulnerable to water and fire, invulnerable to knives and axes, and invulnerable to all evils, actually had mistakes, and several wounds appeared on his body.

He gasped slightly, and wherever his eyes went, the remaining more than a thousand people could not help but be like frightened birds, retreating five or six steps in a row.

"Fighting until now, Zhuang's internal Qi is not much left; what are you still afraid of?"

Even if the youth in the green robe said so, as he took a step forward, the remaining more than a thousand people could not help but retreat a step; they were truly scared; how could one person's martial arts be so high?

How long has it been? It was only less than half an hour, and five or six hundred people were killed by this demon.

Among them, the Jianghu people who wanted to fish in troubled waters had the most miserable end; I don't know how they were seen by the youth in the green robe as not working hard, so he specifically came to the edge and killed them.

"Hahaha, if the mountain doesn't come to me, I will come to the mountain."

Zhuang Buran laughed loudly:

"Now let you all taste the martial arts Zhuang created myself; this is called 'Ice Silk Burning Heaven Style'."

His whole body's energy was agitated, he stepped on his feet, and the hard and soft energy was stimulated; he leaped up and rushed forward.

The many Jianghu guests facing the youth in the green robe felt enveloped by a fist intent, like extreme north ice silk covering thousands of miles, with earth fire and molten lava surging in between; the hard and soft energy was like ice and fire stimulating each other, burning the sky and boiling the sea when it exploded.

At the moment of life and death, they no longer had the idea of retreating, gritted their teeth, urged their dantian internal energy, and used their most powerful moves.

"Bang bang bang!"

In an instant, I don't know how many people flew horizontally like broken cloth, turning into piles of rotten mud.

Zhuang Buran hit eleven moves in a row, making the ground have seventy or eighty broken corpses, and also making many bloody wounds appear on his body.

The youth in the green robe seemed to be unaware, looking at the people who were gradually surrounding him, and set up a fist stance by himself.

"This is Zhuang's 'Cangming Fist' masterpiece, called 'Cangming Returning to Ruins Style'."

"The so-called returning to ruins absorbs all the water of the four seas; the hard energy takes the fierceness of the raging waves of the vast sea, and the soft energy mimics the mystery of the returning ruins swallowing waves; let me use you all as fist targets to refine it."

He rushed out and punched; the fist force overturned, like nine layers of waves overlapping, hard with soft, continuous nine strikes layer by layer.

He punched the other side again, like ten thousand rivers reflecting the moon; the fist force contained hardness in softness, and the dark energy of counter-shock contained killing intent.

For a time, fist force overflowed, and screams were endless.

As a green shadow went up and down, left and right, more than a hundred bloody corpses appeared on the ground unconsciously, all of them unbearable to look at, as if their bones had been crushed.

And everyone on the field fought until this time; those who fished in troubled waters had long since died; so they all threw life and death behind them, thinking that even if they died, they would give the demon a hard one.

Therefore, they all held the heart of burning jade and stone, which also added many wounds to the youth in the green robe.

When only seven or eight hundred people remained on the field, Zhuang Buran looked like a ghost crawling out of hell, not only covered in blood, but his tattered robe was still dripping blood "patta patta",

His arms, chest, lower abdomen, back, and legs all had crisscrossing wounds.

"Everyone, follow me up quickly; don't give the demon a chance to breathe," a scarred man roared:

"He must be about to exhaust his true Qi!"

As soon as this was said, dozens of people swarmed towards Zhuang Buran.

At this time, the youth in the green robe seemed to have really reached his limit, no longer using the hard and ruthless skills that consumed true power in every move.

He stepped on the sixty-four hexagrams, wandered around the field, and used the "Seventy-two Empty Bright Fists" mainly based on emptiness and softness to fight the enemy.

Its fist force was ethereal and incomparably soft; after about half an hour, there were less than five hundred people on the field, and the youth in the green robe seemed to be even weaker than before.

His robe was already so tattered that it could only cover his lower body, and his exposed upper body had dense wounds.

He stood bent in the center, his whole body trembling, as if he was so exhausted that he couldn't even stand still, covered in blood, and I don't know if it was dyed red by the enemy or by himself.

The remaining four hundred or so people approached slowly, one of them looked strange:

"Yama Zhuang, your martial arts are indeed so high that they are not like mortals; you killed us until only two or three percent remained with your own strength; the wounds you have suffered now, if replaced by others, would have died long ago, but you have persisted until now."

When he said this, someone didn't know if it was admiration or mockery:

"To show our respect for you, this demon, it is not impossible to leave you a whole corpse."

Someone immediately followed:

"Leaving a whole corpse is indeed possible, but you have to hand over the treasure."

As soon as the treasure was mentioned, it immediately received the echo of many people; after fighting until now, so many people died; if it was just simply killing Yama Zhuang, it would be too much of a loss.

Zhuang Buran buried his head, shook and laughed low:

"Hehe, Zhuang has never fallen, nor is there only one breath left; how can it be that in your mouths, I am already like meat on a chopping block, to be slaughtered by others."

"Stubborn, beat this demon until only one breath is left, and see how he can still be arrogant," the scarred man said coldly.

"The nature of man is not to shed tears until he sees the coffin, and not to give up until he reaches the Yellow River."

Zhuang Buran raised his head, his eyes deep, and said lightly:

"Come, continue!"

"Don't give the demon a chance to adjust his breath."

The scarred man took the lead, and the others followed.

Then the killing sounds and screams on the field rose again; the youth in the green robe seemed to be at the end of his strength, but he still had some energy after all.

He saw him holding a fist in one hand and a palm in the other, and his nostrils had strange changes, starting to breathe left and inhale left, breathe right and inhale right.

The internal breath and luck followed the trend, left and right separated, not involving each other; one side was heavy and solid, the other side was elegant and long, causing the fist and palm stance to be set up, as if each had internal energy.

It was actually using the "Ambidexterity Technique" to the peak, truly turning into two people.

More than half an hour later, the top of Mount Hua was completely turned into blood color, which could be said to be corpses everywhere, and blood flowing like a river.

The righteous and evil paths were reduced again, with less than two hundred people, and Zhuang Buran's injuries were even heavier; under the cost of at least twenty or thirty people, his right arm was finally cut off.

Everyone saw the youth in the green robe kneeling on one knee, supporting the ground with his left hand, gasping for breath, as if forced to a desperate situation.

"Demon, you don't want us to cut off your hands and feet one by one before you give up completely, right?" a scarred strong man opened his mouth.

Another person said impatiently:

"If you hand over the treasure and tell us everything you have learned, we will definitely give you a quick one."

Then an old man with a cold face opened his mouth:

"That's right, if you still don't give up, we will definitely make you unable to seek life or death, and suffer all kinds of torture in the world."

"Hahaha"

Zhuang Buran suddenly laughed, resounding through the sky.

"It's not easy; after killing for so long, and deliberately letting the body suffer heavy damage, it finally made the skill go a step further."

Just when everyone didn't know why, and felt that the youth in the green robe's laughter made people chill, they saw forest white Qi actually emerging from his body.

(End of chapter)