Chapter 33

At this moment, there was finally no one else in front of Qian Chen, and he came straight to Hong Sihai.

Qian Chen finally refined the Black Gold Black Evil Hook, and this strange flying sword was used as a divine weapon in his hands.

A day ago, Qian Chen did not know what martial arts were, nor did he know what the clash of spiritual will was during a fight. The only person he killed was the Meishan demonic cultivator he sneak-attacked with the Dragon Sparrow Ring.

In the previous day, Qian Chen calculated everything in a tea stall with the Ride the Mist Chengwu Shenjun, and after calculating everything, he killed him easily.

When the Twelve Yuan Chen attacked at night, he faced the extremely ferocious Gladiator Chengwu Shenjun, seized the opportunity in an instant, and poisoned him to death...

In front of the main gate of the Four Seas Hall, facing the power of Feng Shenxiao's heaven and earth changing color, Qian Chen first killed all the ghosts in the wind, and when fighting the Tiger-Eating Chengwu Shenjun, he finally killed the enemy with his own will, machine change, and sword technique in the ten-thousandth of a second during the clash...

In front of the Wuhu Hall, facing the Medicine-Pounding Chengwu Shenjun who had the intention of death, he sent her on her way with sword technique...

In the mourning hall, he forced the Sun-Chasing Chengwu Shenjun into a dead end with reasoning wisdom before attacking...

At this moment, the murderous intent Qian Chen honed in his heart finally burst out... Previously, Qian Chen had Dao Qi, understood life and death, and his wisdom was accessible, and he could maintain a lively, innocent heart. Facing various troubles and various emotions, he could gradually forget and calm down, but facing those emotions that he could not forget and did not want to forget.

Those various troubles that could not be cast aside, the entanglement like silk and nets, those things that made him not at ease.

Various worldly affairs, various experiences, countless red dust, stained his heart, leaving traces on Qian Chen's heart lake like a mirror, unable to laugh it off, unable to turn his head away, just like Qian Chen could not just walk away from this world.

How to deal with these various red dust and thousands of troubles?

This is a question that Qian Chen must answer. Who in the world can have no troubles? Even the carefree Supreme Dao Ancestor when he was a shepherd boy, after entering the Dao, would have countless loves and hatreds!

Qian Chen did not know if he could forever "flow through the red dust, his original heart unchanged," but at this moment he knew his answer.

Just one sword, thus I cut.

There is a kind of sword technique that can cut off all the hesitation, hesitation, loss, sadness, sorrow, and troubles in the heart. This absolute murderous intent is revealed on the outside, and it can cut off the heavy karma and red dust entanglement with one sword.

All karma and countless troubles arise from people, and can also go away from people.

This meaning is—kill!

The Black Gold Black Evil Hook's sword light rose like a dragon, carrying unparalleled determination and murderous intent, transcending all constraints. The so-called sword intent, the simplest is that with a sword in hand, there is no law and no heaven, without any scruples or hesitation, just to kill you. At this moment, Qian Chen cast aside all calculations, all scruples, what evidence, what identity, none of it was needed, none of it was important, one sword down and life and death were divided.

It is the true entry into the Dao of the sword.

The sword cultivators of Shaoqing, with a sword in hand, dare to kill anyone.

The sword light crossed between the two, and a cold light suddenly rose in the void. The awe-inspiring meaning made the room like frost and snow. The sword light divided light and darkness, as if it were the light that broke through the darkness, the Taiji string that divided Yin and Yang. The special arc of the hook-shaped flying sword made this sword not have the straightness of a flying sword, but added a touch of arc that combined hardness and softness.

Hong Sihai saw this sword and actually felt helpless.

But he had no fear in his heart. Compared to the experience of fighting and the experience of life-and-death fighting, he had ten times or a hundred times more than Qian Chen, and he had already reached the realm of punching out, without thought or consciousness, just wanting to put his opponent to death. The various transformations Qian Chen called, he had already experienced.

His gaze was calm and steady. Hong Sihai covered his left fist with Qi, retracted his right fist to his chest, and punched out...

Firm and powerful, the pure Qi was powerful, crushing everything it touched.

Most of the fancy moves that don't know how to deal with it just need to be smashed with one punch after another, firm and unmoving, simple and unadorned fists crushed all the floating sword light. If Qian Chen didn't have that trace of sword intent pointing directly to the essence in his heart, he had only refined the Black Gold Black Evil Hook with preliminary restrictions, and the sword light would have been crushed long ago.

But now, even if most of the brilliance was crushed, that trace of sword light could still change. In the ten thousand possibilities, it turned, and with an exquisite angle, it broke the Qi on Hong Sihai's fist. At this time, Hong Sihai's right fist also smashed out, sword light and fist Qi, touching and separating.

It was Qian Chen who took the initiative to withdraw the sword light, because he found that Hong Sihai's right fist Qi was even stronger than the left fist's Qi.

A faint bloodstain appeared on Hong Sihai's left fist. It was when Qian Chen's sword light broke the Qi during the previous clash, it scratched a bit of his skin. As long as the alternation and cooperation between the two fists were a few points slower, Qian Chen could at least cut off three of his fingers...

Both fists came out together. At this moment, in Qian Chen's eyes, Hong Sihai's figure gradually became infinitely small, pulling away, but his fists were constantly getting bigger, until they were like mountains and mountains, occupying all of Qian Chen's sight.

This is not an illusion, but a change in the sense of existence. The sense of existence of this pair of fists is expanding endlessly.

It makes people feel that no matter where the sword stabs, they cannot escape this pair of fists.

Spiritual sense or martial arts can keenly detect changes in Qi. When Qian Chen felt that no matter whether he went forward or backward, left or right, he could not escape the range of this punch, this fist naturally included front, back, left, and right, and the sense of existence was everywhere. And at this time, if Qian Chen wanted the sword light to stab Hong Sihai's true body, he had to face this pair of fists.

At this time, these two fists naturally became huge enough to block Hong Sihai's body.

This is a change in momentum. It only exists in spiritual sense and divine intent...

Qian Chen's spiritual sense included all directions, outlining the entire Wuhu Hall, all the masters, every table and chair... His breathing rose and fell, gradually merging with the long hook in his hand. His internal breath seemed to be the breathing of the hook. At this moment, his spiritual sense connection with the long hook was infinitely improved, and unknowingly, the restrictions were deepened by a few points.

At this moment, spiritual sense sensed the vast primordial Qi of heaven and earth in the dark.

Qian Chen hooked along this subtle connection. The hook light tumbled like a poisonous dragon under the two mountains of fists. The mountains failed to suppress the dragon, but were turned over by the dragon, the hook blade shaved flat, almost cutting off the peak.

Hong Sihai was almost shaved off his fingers again, and his fists had to be pulled apart a little bit to gain space for the changes in fist technique.

Qian Chen's hook light took advantage of this opportunity to hook out from between the two fists, starting to threaten the vital points between Hong Sihai's chest and abdomen. The fists were changing, like two doors, wanting to close the door to the vital points in front of the chest, locking Qian Chen's hook light changes inside...

The two sides' Qi machines were entangled, and they passed several moves in a blink of an eye.

Qian Chen did not release the magic treasure to hook the power of heaven and earth, and Hong Sihai did not drive the primordial Qi of heaven and earth. Both of them had scruples and did not let go, but this did not mean that the danger and power would be reduced by half, and it would only be more dangerous. Without the buffer of the primordial Qi of heaven and earth, the two of them, one punch and one sword, were all condensed with life.

A slight carelessness would lead to defeat and death.

After Qian Chen and Hong Sihai exchanged another sword and punch, their figures separated as soon as they touched, suddenly pulling away the distance, restoring the state of confrontation... This transformation of movement and stillness was smooth, actually giving people a pleasing feeling.

Both sides continued to lock onto each other's Qi machines, just waiting for the opportunity tacitly.

The scene at this time was more favorable to Hong Sihai. After all, he had countless reinforcements, while Qian Chen was alone, with a single sword.

Just at this eerie confrontation, the main hall of the Wuhu Hall sounded with gongs and drums, dong-de-long-dong-qiang...

The Wuhu Hall was already extremely quiet. Those who were not masters had long been poisoned by Qian Chen, but those who were masters faced the shocking duel, and they felt a bit breathless. They boasted that if they went up, they would only be killed in an instant, and they almost forgot to breathe, so how could they still speak? Therefore, the Wuhu Hall, which was noisy and lively just a moment ago, was now quiet enough to hear a needle drop.

The sound of gongs and drums, which was not abrupt originally, could really scare people to death at this moment.

At least many grandmasters and grandmasters felt a tightness in their chests, and had a feeling of almost vomiting blood, but it was caused by the pressure of Qian Chen and Hong Sihai's Qi machine clash.

Two peerless masters fighting, almost killed the onlookers.

Three small monkeys slipped down from the beams and came to the viewing platform of the main hall. These monkeys were dressed in red and colorful, but they were the kind of domesticated monkeys used for monkey shows, raised by people. At this time, the onlookers below who could only move their eyes felt strange.

Two peerless grandmasters were fighting for life and death.

But they were disturbed by the monkey show program.

The three small monkeys didn't notice it, and according to their master's training, they jumped and played on the stage. At this time, a small monkey suddenly put on a dragon-phase mask. It walked swaggeringly on the viewing platform and showed it to the people below. Its face was painted as a bronze dragon mask... That dragon was majestic and solemn, not looking like a joke at all.

The monkey wearing the dragon mask made a sneaky look, hid on one side, and took off the mask with its back to the crowd.

The monkey wearing the mouse mask climbed onto the pillar on the side and hung on the beam to peek...

The dragon-head monkey took off the mask, but was seen by the mouse monkey. At this time, the dragon-head monkey was furious, squeaking, suddenly used an exquisite fist technique, jumped onto the beam, grabbed the mouse monkey, and threw it to the ground. The mouse-masked monkey squeaked and screamed twice, pretended to struggle twice, and then stuck out its tongue to pretend to be dead.

The dragon-head monkey disappeared into the darkness, and the monkey wearing the red monkey mask suddenly came to where everything happened, called twice at the "dead" mouse monkey, and suddenly pulled open the right claw that the mouse monkey was tightly clutching when it fell from the beam. Revealing an exquisite concentric knot. The red-faced monkey held up the concentric knot and showed it to everyone present.

Everyone knew this concentric knot, because this was the token made when the Four Absolutes and One Lord swore brotherhood to show eternal concentricity—Golden Orchid Brotherhood.

And this Golden Orchid Brotherhood, the knot on it was a fist.

As everyone knows, the Fist Absolute among the Four Absolutes is—the current Martial Arts Alliance Leader, the Tyrant Fist of the Vast Heaven, Hong Sihai!