Chapter 702

Kong Hui's courage was truly not small!

This was not in those states and counties where the mountains were high and the Emperor was far away.

The dragon vein had been tampered with, and Emperor Xiao Qixuan was furious, with almost all the forces from the Mystic Sect to the Imperial Court elite dispatched.

This force was enough to overturn any orthodox Dharma lineage.

What's more, even the three great masters had been dispatched.

Even Earth Immortals had to temporarily avoid the edge, yet he dared to mix in the crowd to watch the fun.

Where did this person get his confidence?

Li Yan roared, exerted force under his feet, stepped on the wall and collapsed it with a bang, and shot out like a sharp arrow.

What he didn't know was that Kong Hui was also secretly saying bad luck.

This old ghost was once the Imperial Preceptor of the Great Song Dynasty, had read extensively, and learned many strange secret methods, including construction and disguise.

The previous "hitting living piles" came from the Lu Ban method, the "Yin Body Well" came from the Great Song Ghost Sect, and the "Cat Ghost Tomb" came from the Jiangzuo evil path...

It was he who provided the secret methods, so that the plan in the capital could be implemented.

He didn't know anything about what happened last night because he hadn't met Zhao Qingxu yet.

Seeing the imperial court dispatching in large numbers, he disguised himself and came to investigate.

And the premise of all this was that Li Yan and the others had destroyed the "Pan Tao Assembly" and the internal traitor branch of the Iron Anchor Society, leading to the interruption of intelligence contact.

Kong Hui possessed national sacrificial artifacts and thought he was foolproof, but didn't know that Li Yan's hook order was also extraordinary.

It could be said that it was a coincidence,

Or it could be called a destiny!

Seeing Li Yan attacking, Kong Hui no longer covered up.

He smiled coldly, lifted the bamboo hat on his head and threw it violently.

Boom!

The bamboo hat exploded, and the pink smoke and dust scattered instantly, filling the entire street.

The common people watching the fun around suffered.

This smoke and dust were not very toxic, but it could make people's noses and tears flow, and cough incessantly.

The common people were in a mess, covering their eyes and coughing, bumping into each other, inevitably causing trampling, and the screams and wails were endless.

The chaotic street also blocked the soldiers' encirclement.

If it were normal times, the imperial court army would really have no way, but this time it was a joint operation with the Law Enforcement Hall.

"Drive the wind!"

Luo Mingzi shouted angrily, waving his Dharma sword together with several Daoists, stepping on the Big Dipper, and lighting yellow talismans.

"Heavenly Dao combines virtue, sun and moon combine brightness... become true and drive the wind, descend quickly like clouds!"

"Wind comes out of the Gen corner, the Earth Gate arranges troops... the Xun direction path ahead, call the evil fierce wind!"

This was the "Great General Wind Driving Method," a wind-calling technique of the Mystic Sect, specifically for breaking toxic smoke.

Following the chanting of the curse, everyone's Dharma swords pointed at the Xun position together.

Whoosh——!

In an instant, a wild wind blew on the street, directly blowing away the toxic smoke.

At the same time, Li Yan also landed on the street in the air.

But seeing the screams around him were endless, some common people were covering their chests and coughing violently, and some were wailing while holding their broken legs.

Looking left and right, where was Kong Hui's shadow!

He hurriedly pinched the Yang formula, but couldn't smell the other party's scent at all, and even the hook order had no reaction.

Li Yan couldn't help but feel regret in his heart.

Just now he was only happy, but forgot that this guy Kong Hui was still a master expert, and his body method was extremely strange and superb.

Without thinking much, Li Yan held his knife and jumped up, stepped lightly on the roof tiles, and landed on the roof of the inn.

This place was high and far-sighted, and the surrounding streets could be seen clearly.

Looking around, soldiers were gathered in all streets, and experts from the Commandant's Office were carrying firearms and jumping onto the roof beams, while Daoists and monks from the Law Enforcement Hall were casting spells to investigate. It could be said that not even a mosquito could fly out.

"Where is the person?"

"Quick, release the spirit dogs!"

"Search house by house!"

Luo Mingzi's eyes were sharp, shouting and arranging.

The defense of the capital was indeed not something other places could compare to.

However, Kong Hui's figure was never seen.

Thump!

Just at this moment, a muffled sound rang out in the distance.

Li Yan looked up and saw the roof of a warehouse near the Chaoyang Gate collapse with a bang outside the encirclement.

"Stay!"

A cold and majestic voice rang out, and with another roar, the wall of the inn collapsed.

The wild wind whistled, and the dust in the air actually formed a huge fist.

The Gang strength was revealed, it was a master expert!

Li Yan already had a guess in his heart, and without saying a word, he jumped up.

He stepped on the roof tiles, used the God-Walking Technique, jumped a few times in the air, and arrived near the inn.

But seeing that the inn had collapsed by half, only the beams and pillars supported the other wall, shaking and about to fall.

There were still many wounded wailing around.

On the street, amidst the dust that had not yet fallen, two figures were confronting each other.

One of them was wearing a black Confucian robe, with red light slightly emitting from his pupils; it was none other than Mr. Landu, Kong Hui.

And opposite him, a burly figure like an iron tower stood with his hands behind his back.

Just standing there, there was a momentum like wind and thunder, blocking the only way for Kong Hui to escape.

It was one of the ten great masters of the Shenzhou, the president of the Great Xuan Divine Fist Society—Huo Yin!

Li Yan had already grasped the hook order, but suddenly felt palpitations and looked around.

But on the roof on the left, an old man had appeared at some point, wearing a black jacket, his figure thin, his clothes fluttering gently in the breeze.

This old man was already old, white-haired, but his eyes were extremely deep, his breath was not exposed, as if he had merged with the surrounding flowing air.

Standing there with his hands behind his back, his figure seemed ethereal and uncertain.

Dong Changxing of the Bagua Sect!

Li Yan instantly guessed this person's identity, only feeling his scalp tingle.

The only master he had ever seen was Master Cheng Jianxian of Shushan.

It was a pity that the other party had cut off the road to becoming a god and was already a candle in the wind, only showing the style of a sword immortal when blocking Lu Sheng at the end.

It was not until now that he truly witnessed the power of a master.

Divine Fist Huo Yin was as burly as a mountain, standing like an abyss, the invisible pressure constantly spreading, as if the palace wall blocked the way.

The feeling Dong Changxing gave people was like wind rolling clouds, free and void.

And on the high wall on the right, another person was standing.

His features were sharp, his temples were gray, his white clothes were like snow, he held a large spear, standing proudly like a pine, his posture tall and high-spirited.

His whole body's blood was surging, and Li Yan even smelled the smell of raging fire burning the air.

Needless to say, it must be the chief escort leader of the thirteen provinces, Master Wan Shengying!

The three people had different temperaments, but they cooperated tacitly, completely cutting off Kong Hui's chance to escape.

And in this short time, experts from the Imperial Guard, the Commandant's Office, and the Law Enforcement Hall arrived one after another, forming an iron wall encirclement.

Even Sha Lifei squatted on the roof and raised his divine fire gun.

Seeing this situation, Li Yan narrowed his eyes and let go of the hook order.

Summoning Yin Office troops could indeed beat Kong Hui into the Netherworld, but he was not prepared to use it.

The black hand behind the "Jianmu" organization might come from the Great Luo Dharma Realm.

Being beaten into the Netherworld Yin Office might not be safe.

Therefore, whether it was Lu Sheng in Shushan or Wang Xuanmo in Luoyang, he chose to give up the reward and beat the other party until their form and spirit were destroyed.

Divine Gang was indeed important, but if these old ghosts escaped and returned to life, they would surely be a serious trouble in the future.

The master taking action to kill them also saved him effort...

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In front of the dilapidated warehouse, the dust had not yet fallen, but dead silence had already shrouded the long street.

Kong Hui stood in the ruins, red light flickering in his eyes, like a trapped beast, staring fixedly at Huo Yin in front.

Just at this moment, Pei Zongti also rode over and shouted, "The three of you, leave a living one!"

Hearing this, Li Yan frowned slightly, but didn't stop it.

Killing them just like that was indeed a bit inappropriate.

This was the first time they had trapped a "Jianmu" expert, so maybe they could pry out some information.

Facing this dead end, Kong Hui still didn't panic, a mocking smile pulling at the corner of his mouth, "The eagles and dogs are out in full force, the formation is not small."

As he spoke, he suddenly said in a high voice, "It's a pity, one place was still missed. There are poison sacs in the Dragon Beard Ditch. Without my antidote, they will erupt within half an hour. At that time, the capital will be lively, every family will hang white silk, and there will be no drinkable water for decades!"

"What?!"

"Go and check quickly!"

Pei Zongti's face was ugly, and he immediately gave the order.

Dragon Beard Ditch, located southeast outside the capital, connected to the tributaries of the Hai River and the North Canal, the tributaries of the Tonghui River and the South Moat, flowing through many places in the city, and finally injecting into the moat outside the Yongding Gate, was an important waterway in the capital.

Once something happened, one could imagine the scene.

Huo Yin's gaze was like an ancient cold pool, and he said coldly, "Today, you definitely won't be able to leave."

Kong Hui laughed dumbly, then straightened his expression and cupped his hands, "What Kong seeks is only a fair master duel!"

"Outsiders must not participate! If I lose, I will capture myself! It depends on whether you dare to fight for this line."

Master duel?!

Many people around heard this and whispered.

A master represented not only a realm but also an honor.

There were many experts in the Shenzhou, but the name of master always only had ten people.

This was not flattery from outsiders, but real battle achievements, and what finally decided it was the master duel.

Kong Hui was one of the ten great masters of the Song Dynasty, so calling it a master battle was not an exaggeration.

This kind of shameless threat made the three great masters frown at the same time.

"Gentlemen, you must not let him go!" Pei Zongti saw this and ordered in a deep voice, with an unquestionable tone.

However, the three great masters ignored him at all.

Dong Changxing shook his head slightly, stroked his beard and said, "This old man is old, I'm afraid I'll stumble, you two can do as you please."

Before Huo Yin could speak, Wan Shengying said coldly, "This is a senior master? Just a petty person. Let Wan try his weight first!"

Before the words fell, Wan Shengying's burly body suddenly expanded, and the muscles and bones all over his body exploded like fried beans.

"Roar——!"

A dragon roar sounded, and the large spear in Wan Shengying's hand instantly turned into a swimming dragon and fell.

Between masters, many times it was not so harmonious.

Wan Shengying was a Jianghu giant, and Huo Yin was an expert who suppressed the luck of the Imperial Palace.

Both sides didn't look down on each other, and Wan Shengying naturally didn't want Huo Yin to show off again.

The red tassel of the large spear drew a beautiful arc in the air, and then turned into a giant dragon, opening its fangs and giant mouth, pouncing down from the air.

This kind of momentum was simply like a god or demon.

And Kong Hui below didn't move at all, just looked up.

The red light in his pupils was blazing, and the spear dragon instantly turned into smoke and dust and dissipated.

Looking at Wan Shengying above, his feet didn't move at all, and the long spear was also behind him.

It seemed that the attack just now was just an illusion.

The crowd on the street was dumbfounded.

This kind of power was completely beyond their understanding.

Li Yan also frowned slightly, thoughtful.

He remembered Master Cheng Jianxian before, who could kill people from a distance just by sword intent, and stir up the Qi of Gang and Sha.

Wan Shengying's attack just now was also spear intent attacking, and even stirring up Sha Qi, making an effect similar to illusion.

As far as he knew, Wan Shengying was just a simple martial artist, not a sorcerer.

To be able to achieve such an effect, it seemed that after the martial artist's physical limit, it was cultivation at the spiritual level.

Not mentioning what he thought, the situation on the field changed again.

"Relying on this small trick, you can't do anything to this old man."

Kong Hui glanced indifferently, sneering hoarsely.

As he spoke, his left hand in his sleeve had already pinched a strange Dharma formula.

"As you wish!"

Wan Shengying didn't test anymore, and actually turned his large spear and inserted it into the wall.

Following his deep inhalation, the muscles all over his body suddenly bulged, and his white clothes rattled.

Swish!

The figure disappeared, instantly appearing above Kong Hui, his right arm spreading like a collapsing bow, smashing down violently.

There was a faint vortex of Gang Qi in front of the fist, actually stirring the wild wind on the street to roll back, directly tearing the cloth awnings of the vendors on both sides into pieces!

What a Wan Sheng Fist!

Seeing this, Li Yan couldn't help but feel awe in his heart.

Wan Sheng Fist was created by Wan Shengying.

Originally it was not famous in the Jianghu, but he accepted many disciples, plus his master status, so it was able to spread rapidly.

Li Yan had also fought with Wan Sheng Fist disciples and knew a lot about this method.

This Wan Sheng Fist belonged to internal boxing, ancient and generous, the movements were coherent, and every move and style emphasized a "whole strength."

All the moves were divided into many combined movements, fast and slow combined, hard and soft combined, which could be used in combination or disassembled and used alone.

It emphasized that the fist was not empty, and the hand did not return empty. The chain moves were linked together, and if you were hit by one move, you would definitely be hit by the next.

It paid great attention to actual combat, so it spread widely.

Wan Shengying himself had undoubtedly reached a higher realm.

One move of Iron Chain Blocking the River went straight to the middle palace, and the fist Gang stirred up Sha Qi, as if a great river was born out of thin air.

The Gang strength and boxing method could actually complement each other, and the fusion was so beautiful.

For a time, Li Yan also had new inspiration for the fusion of his own martial arts and sorcery.

Sure enough, watching a master take action, one would definitely gain something.

"Humph!"

Kong Hui below sneered, his figure changed strangely, drifting three feet sideways like a funeral paper man.

At the same time, his left hand in his sleeve continued to pinch the formula, his right hand stretched out, his fingers together like a pen, as if splashing ink and waving a brush, gently drawing.

His body method was surprisingly fast, like teleportation in the eyes of the crowd.

Kong Hui became a master back then, and he was famous for his body method, so it was not strange.

But his martial arts were very strange.

Where his fingers passed, black mist actually permeated out of thin air, with a shrill whistling sound, as if he were really splashing ink in the air.

This was the "History Pen Piercing Heart Sword"?

Kong Shangzhao knew Kong Hui's roots and had explained this person's martial arts to them.

The other party originally specialized in Confucian martial arts, but after entering the devil, he abandoned the Confucian righteous Qi and reversed "preserving heavenly principles and extinguishing human desires" into "planting human desires to erode heavenly principles," based on the eight sufferings such as resentment and hatred, and separation from loved ones, absorbing the resentment of mortals, and creating another set of evil martial arts called "Yin Wen Ba Gu."

The names of the moves were also related to Confucian classics, namely "Book of Rites: Funeral Hand," "Book of Documents: Pan Geng Yin Whip," "Spring and Autumn: History Pen Piercing Heart Sword"... each had its own characteristics, suitable for palm techniques, fist techniques, and finger techniques, etc.

Using fingers this time, it was mostly "Spring and Autumn: History Pen Piercing Heart Sword."

Only to see Kong Hui waving his fingers like splashing ink, the Yin Sha resentment between his fingers, like invisible sharp cones, stabbed straight at the vital points of Wan Shengying's fist eyes.

This move arrived first, and Wan Shengying only felt that his fist edge was like hitting thousand-year-old ice, and his fierce fist strength was actually eroded and opened a gap.

"Interesting!"

Wan Shengying seemed to be attracted by this never-before-seen martial art, not panicked at all, and even became interested.

He smiled indifferently, and his fist momentum suddenly changed from hard to soft.

While leaning to one side, his left fist was like a spirit snake coming out of a hole, the blue veins on the back of his fist bulged, the surrounding air condensed, like a heavy hammer, smashing toward Kong Hui's wrist.

The move was called "Spirit Turtle Shaking Armor," which Li Yan had also seen.

And this method of changing moves was exactly the essence of Wan Sheng Fist's "chain moves."

The fist was not empty, the hand did not return empty, and if one move was dismantled, it would immediately change into a killing move.

Two strands of Gang Sha collided fiercely!

"Bang——Swish!"

The place where the fist and palm collided actually exploded with the sound of gold and iron clashing!

Wan Shengying's fist Gang was like the scorching sun, and the Yin Sha resentment between Kong Hui's fingers was like boiling ink, actually showing signs of being defeated.

Sure enough...

Seeing this, Li Yan already had a guess in his heart.

Although Kong Hui was once a master, after several reincarnations, his physical body was no longer at its peak.

It was like a screw and a cap, each divine soul could only exert its full potential in the appropriate physical body.

Kong Hui's body was seized, and it was already old, so his skill was slightly inferior to Wan Shengying's.

This battle should be no problem...

But something that surprised Li Yan happened.

Kong Hui's fingers suddenly retracted, and his whole arm shook like a whip, ignoring the fist Gang, and rolled back along the fist strength.

Not only that, but the blood light in his pupils also flourished.

In an instant, illusions appeared before Wan Shengying's eyes:

He saw a failed scholar in the Song Dynasty examination hall hitting a pillar, his brains mixed with ink splashing down from the sky.

This was the suffering of not getting what one wants...

He saw a new bride kneeling in an empty curtain, her wedding dress turning into paper money flying all over the sky.

This was the suffering of separation from loved ones...

He saw an old official of the Hanlin Academy being beaten to death by a court stick, the cinnabar red soaking through his white bones.

This was the suffering of resentment and hatred...

All kinds of illusions, like human tragedy, impacted his heart and mind.

Wan Shengying's fist momentum suddenly stalled.

"Roar!" In the blink of an eye, Wan Shengying roared, and his fist path changed again.

He did a bridge of iron plate, turned over like a sparrow, his left leg swept horizontally like a steel whip, and used a move of Kui Star Kicking the Dipper.

While Kong Hui dodged, Wan Shengying's right palm turned into a mountain-splitting axe and took his crown.

These were the three absolute killing moves of the chain: split, drill, collapse!

Where the fist wind passed, it rolled up a Gang Sha tornado, and the stone mortar by the side was shaken into powder by the aftermath!

However, Kong Hui seemed to have expected it.

Only to see him step on the Jiugong step, his figure flashing seven times in a square inch.

Wan Shengying's chain killing moves seemed to pass through his body, but only touched a shadow.

Not good!

Seeing this, Li Yan secretly thought it was bad.

They had seen this move before, it was the Funeral Step.

Stepping on the Jiugong according to the funeral orientation, using the three changes of "starting the funeral, leading the soul, and burying" to confuse the opponent.

Back then, even firearms could be dodged, which was truly terrifying.

Occupying the upper hand with body method, Kong Hui didn't forgive people, his black robe fluttered like a funeral banner, and at the same time, his left hand's five fingers bent like hooks, the black mist and Yin Sha in his palm condensed into a "Ritual" Yin seal, pressing toward Wan Shengying's waist eye in the air!

"Pfft!"

Wan Shengying's waist and abdomen clothes shattered in response, and a point of ink quickly stained into a pitch-black round spot.

The Yin cold bone-eroding Qi drilled into his meridians like a poisonous snake, and half of his body felt numb!

He was shocked, tapped his toes slightly, and retreated rapidly.

In the dust, Kong Hui didn't pursue, just sneered mockingly: "Ten great masters?"

"It seems that people today are not as good as the ancients..."

(End of chapter)