Chapter 47

"Go!"

Wang Ping shouted loudly, preparing to break out with his companions.

However, at this moment, the purple-robed man who had been watching from the sidelines suddenly reached out and pointed at him from a distance.

The next second, Wang Ping's spirit was in a trance, and figures appeared before his eyes.

He was startled, immediately shouted, gathered his Qi and spirit, and his blood surged, only then breaking the illusion before him.

However, it was this negligence that exposed his flaw, and his opponent holding the nine-ringed broadsword dispersed the new Red Qilin Force and slashed at him with a knife.

When experts compete, they only compete for a single line.

Bang!!!

His companion used a shield to block the blow for Wang Ping in time.

On the other side, seven or eight senior Anshen Sect cultists in dark gray robes took out talismans and attacked the other two official martial masters separately.

With their interference, the two official martial masters were immediately injured by their opponents.

"Your target is us?"

Wang Ping suddenly came back to his senses and stared fixedly at the purple-robed man.

The purple-robed man laughed when he heard this: "I'm not crazy. What good would it do me to kill so many inspectors and A-grade students from the Martial Arts Hall?"

If hundreds of inspectors and dozens of A-grade students were killed, it would inevitably cause a shock, and the entire Datong Prefecture, and even the entire Feng Province, would target the Anshen Sect.

So the purple-robed man never thought about killing those who had fallen asleep in the stronghold from beginning to end; his target was the four official martial masters including Wang Ping!

In addition, there were hundreds of Tiger-style rifles, thousands of bullets, and more than two hundred pieces of stab-proof clothing.

These things added together were already much more valuable than the Anshen Sect's altar.

"You want to cultivate demonic martial masters?"

Wang Ping's voice was a little panicked for the first time.

Demonic martial masters!

Hearing these four words, Wang Ping's other three companions also showed looks of horror.

There are actually two ways to absorb implants: one is to absorb the implant embryo tissue that is still in the initial stage, and then cultivate and practice from scratch.

There is another way, which is to directly obtain mature implant tissue from other martial artists and then absorb it.

The latter is naked plunder, a bloody and cruel demonic path!

So-called demonic martial masters do not cultivate their own implants, but only plunder mature implants from others, absorbing them into their own bodies through demonic arts, thereby directly skipping the previous embryo-nurturing and body-breaking stages.

Although this way of practice is fast, it violates human nature and carries great risks. Whether it is the imperial court or the righteous path of the Jianghu, they cannot tolerate demonic martial masters and will kill them on sight!

Since the Anshen Sect's target was four official martial masters, it was very likely that they wanted to cultivate demonic martial masters.

Wang Ping and the others all knew that once they fell into the hands of demonic martial masters, the outcome would be worse than death, so everyone was a little panicked and began to fight desperately.

The purple-robed man did not answer Wang Ping, but only cast spells on Wang Ping again to disturb the opponent's spirit.

This time, the force-practicing martial master using the nine-ringed broadsword did not take the opportunity to attack, but retreated instead.

Bang bang bang bang—

Dense gunfire rang out again, but it was cultists who picked up the Eagle Strike Generation II rifles dropped on the ground and then fired at Wang Ping and the others.

Wang Ping noticed the danger immediately and made a dodging movement, but he was still hit by a bullet.

He tried to rush up to kill these cultists who were firing, but the one holding the nine-ringed broadsword attacked again.

The opponent's strength was not as good as his, but with the cooperation of a mage, he could threaten him repeatedly. If it weren't for his companions helping him, he would have been injured long ago.

And the situation was becoming more and more unfavorable, because more and more Anshen Sect cultists below the hillside were entering the stronghold to pick up the Tiger-style rifles in the hands of the inspectors and then rushing here.

With sorcerers and mages assisting on the side, force-practicing martial masters at the very front, and dozens of cultists threatening with guns, Wang Ping and the others completely lost the chance to break out.

Soon, an official martial master had his mind disturbed by the Anshen talisman, and his opponent seized the opportunity to injure his leg. The opponent retreated to dodge, and the surrounding cultists fired one after another.

This official martial master was finally hit by more than twenty bullets, his blood and Qi were depleted, and he could no longer resist the influence of the Anshen talisman, falling into a deep sleep.

After the first person fell, the Anshen Sect could concentrate its strength to deal with the remaining three.

So soon a second person fell, and then a third.

Wang Ping had the strongest strength, so he was left for last.

He glanced at his three captured companions, a look of despair appearing in his eyes.

Finally, he ruthlessly slapped his own heart to pieces!

He would rather die than live and fall into the hands of demonic martial masters.

"What a pity."

The purple-robed man looked at Wang Ping, who had committed suicide, and shook his head regretfully.

The value of the implants in a martial artist's body is greatest while they are alive.

However, corpses can also be used. This purple-robed man turned to look at the force-practicing martial master holding the nine-ringed broadsword:

"Trouble Sect Master Yu to help freeze his corpse."

Hearing this, the opponent walked to Wang Ping's side, aimed his palm at the opponent's corpse, and a burst of cold air surged out, quickly freezing a layer of frost on the surface of the corpse.

"Many thanks."

The purple-robed man smiled and signaled to the other party.

"Don't forget to kill the few people we want to kill."

The masked black-robed martial master looked at the stronghold below and said.

"Of course, it's just a small effort."

The purple-robed man smiled and walked to the other party's side, looking at the stronghold below with him:

"After this battle, Lu Sheng definitely won't be able to go up, and Huang Weiguang, as the Inspector General, must take the blame. It is highly probable that he will be rolled out early, and any plans he had are destined to fall through. Your people can not only take the opportunity to go up, but also eliminate Lu Sheng, this strong rival, and insert your own people into the First Brigade. Finally, all the hatred is absorbed by our Anshen Sect. That Secretary Zhang is really good at calculating."

"Sect Master Zhao has also made a fortune this time, hasn't he?"

The masked black-robed man turned to look at the other party.

"Hahaha, I hope there will be opportunities to cooperate in the future."

Anshen Sect Master Zhao Yu smiled and reached out to the other party.

The masked black-robed man did not shake hands with him and turned to leave directly.

The other two masked force-practicing martial masters left with him.

Zhao Yu chuckled, not caring:

"Let's go, go down and clean up, we also need to prepare to leave."

He led his people down the hillside and walked toward the stronghold.

"Sect Master, firearms, ammunition, stab-proof clothing, and sabers, we have already taken them all away."

Soon a subordinate reported to Zhao Yu.

"Hmm."

Zhao Yu nodded, "Have you found the few people the Tiger Blade Gang specifically named to kill?"

"Sect Master, we only found the one named Lu Zhangwu, and we haven't found the one named Li Fei."

"What's going on? Didn't this person come along?"

"Sect Master, the brothers below reported that someone suddenly jumped out in the stronghold earlier and ran out from the west side. Our people couldn't stop him."

"Oh?"

Zhao Yu frowned.

Previously, his attention was all on Wang Ping and the others, and all the elites were gathered on the east hillside, so it was normal for someone to be able to escape from the west side.

"It's just, why was this person able to get rid of the influence of the Anshen Art so quickly and wake up from his deep sleep? Is this person the Li Fei that the Tiger Blade Gang specifically named to kill?"

Zhao Yu shook his head and stopped thinking about it.

Leave it to the Tiger Blade Gang to have a headache.

"Kill Lu Zhangwu, and then kill a few more students and inspectors at random."

Zhao Yu ordered casually.

"Yes!"

The subordinate turned to do the job.

Soon, an Anshen Sect cultist walked to Lu Zhangwu, who had fallen asleep, with a knife.

The handgun that Lu Sheng had sent someone to give Lu Zhangwu had already been taken away. Before he suddenly fell asleep, what he was thinking about in his mind was that after he went back this time, he would be able to get an A+ rating and finally get the elixir to enhance his aptitude.

Swish—

A knife was plunged into his chest.

(End of chapter)