“Brother Wenxin, I’ll send you on your way ——”
The words have not yet fallen, a dark crossbow arrow shot out from Han Wenxin’s sleeve, piercing through Qing Yu’s figure, head on the big tree blocking the road, emitting a “blazing” sound, apparently smeared with poison.
When he looked at Han Wenxin, his face was already like an ancient well, he was not surprised. It is never Han’s style to talk too much. What he did just now was just to lower Qing Yu’s guard and create an opportunity for this poisoned crossbow.
However, talking too much is also not Qing Yu’s style. The figure pierced by the crossbow arrow disappeared into the air like water, a phantom transformed by the “Light Transformation”.
Three silver needles, flying noiselessly towards their target, their long silvery needles long ago painted black and completely invisible in the darkness of the night.
One retaliation for another, or perhaps the heroes saw the same thing, and Qing Yu’s silver needles were coated with the same blood-sealing poison.
“Heaven is above, protect the world!”
The powerful declaration came from the mouths of Han Wenxin’s driving coachman and his attendant. A thin glow surrounded them, and they used their bodies as a wall to block Han Wenxin’s face.
The silver needles shot at them were blocked by the thin corona of light and failed to break through. If they couldn’t break the defence, the poison coated on the silver needles would not be effective.
Protective astral energy?
When Qing Yu saw the difference in their bodies, the first thing that came to his mind was the “Heavenly Astral Qi”, which had the same effect.
However, this surprise did not deter Qing Yu, who was determined to kill, from the fact that tonight, Han Wenxin had to die.
Qing Yu’s body was as fast as the wind, and in a matter of seconds he was in front of Han Wenxin’s three men, and with both palms out, he attacked the two men who were in front of Han Wenxin at the same time.
The two men were still covered in a thin glow like a protective aura, and in the face of Qingyu’s powerful attack, they threw out a punch in unison to meet Qingyu’s two palms.
“Clang…”
The clash of their fists and palms made a sound like the clash of gold and iron, which was the clash of Qing Yu’s protective “innate astral energy” and the other’s corona.
“Drink!” Han Wenxin’s two men shouted in unison, their fists firing in a bid to repel Qing Yu.
Qing Yu was not afraid in the slightest when faced with the combined strength of the two men. The Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms were most unafraid of hard contact with people. After cultivating the “Innate Big Dipper”, although Qing Yu’s body strength problem had not been solved and he could not use the Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms to the fullest extent, with the “Innate Big Dipper” protecting his body, it would never happen again that his hands would be beaten red when he encountered someone who practiced hard kung fu.
“Walking on frost and ice”.
Qing Yu withdrew his palms, then raised his elbows upwards slightly, and pushed his right fist and left palm straight across, one fast and one slow, to connect with the two men’s fists again.
This move was a combination of both rigid and soft, positive and negative, one fast and one slow, but it disrupted the rhythm of their unison punches, causing their combined attack to collapse.
“Double Stream of Qi – Shock a Hundred Miles”.
Qingyu continued with the most powerful move in the Dragon Slam, “Shock a Hundred Miles”, and added “Qi Double Flow” to it to determine the winner.
“You won’t get away with it!”
The words came from the mouth of Han Wenxin, who was seriously injured and should have been unable to make a move.
Han Wenxin’s palms were once again filled with the ink-coloured true qi he had seen that day, and he slapped them against the two of them, matching their protective haloes and reducing the force of the powerful palms Qingyu had sent.
However, it was a bit of a fantasy for a seriously injured body to try to help someone take the palm strike with the help of the “Qi Double Stream”.
The palm strike broke the thin halo of light on the two men in front of them, but it also injured Han Wenxin, who was still injured and barely able to strike.
“Poof–” X3
The three vomited out a mouthful of blood in unison, and Han Wenxin, who was even more seriously injured, vomited blood out desperately.
Qingyu laughed silently, his black-clad figure melting into the night. Despite the look of hardened steel just now, Seifu himself preferred the path of flexibility and adaptability.
No, Kiyoharu moved behind the trio at high speed with “Colourless Change” and began to backstab.
With a flip of his hand, he drew out the long sword he had hidden at his side with his “Hidden Sword Technique” and stabbed at Han Wenxin at the very back.
“Heaven is above, protect the world!”
The two men had caught Qing Yu’s attack in time, and the thin layer of light glowed on their bodies again, deflecting the sword with their bodies.
The long swords slashed against the corona, emitting an ear-piercing, sharp sound that made people feel sick.
“Break!” Qing Yu’s eyes were stern, and the “Innate Astral Qi” wrapped around the longsword and slashed into the corona of light, piercing through the opponent with a single stroke, and with the urging of his true qi, the longsword still kept on slashing down fiercely, nearly slicing through the small half of the man’s body that was pierced.
“Blood sacrifice to the heavens.” The man’s face glowed with a strange blood red colour, full of exuberance, as he grabbed Qing Yu’s longsword and wouldn’t let it go.
The other man shouted “Go!” and pushed Han Wenxin away, also with a bloodshot face, and pounced on Qing Yu.
“This is like a cultist, isn’t it? ——”
The first thing you need to do is to get a good idea of what you’re doing. It finally occurred to him that this situation of these two people, how they looked like the cultists he saw in the TV series in his previous life.
And the kind of martial arts that they shouted slogans to make their power seem to be the legendary “God’s Fight” for cultists.
This Han Wenxin, a senior intellectual, the heir to the Miscellaneous Family, the man known as the “contemporary Wenxin Hou”, how did he get involved with cultists again?
Qing Yu immediately abandoned his sword and retreated. The soft ones are afraid of the hard ones, the hard ones are afraid of the tough ones, the ruthless ones are afraid of the desperate ones, and the cultists are the typical desperate ones. It would be unwise to fight a cultist who had lost his mind.
The black figure turned into a straight line, forcing back Han Wenxin’s steps as he tried to leave. If he wanted to escape in front of Qing Yu, he was afraid he was not dreaming.
“The heavens are above, protect the world!”
For the third time, Qing Yu heard this slogan for the third time. And these eight words, which sounded very much like a cult slogan, came from the mouth of Han Wenxin, who had always been wise and confident and calm.
I can’t imagine that Han Wenxin is not related to a cultist, he is a cultist himself.
His face was flushed, but he moved more nimbly than before, stretching as if the wound on his back did not exist. According to the pharmacist’s internal report, the wound that Feng Yixian had made with his light axe was bone deep.
The unknown technique, which seemed like a “divine strike”, had the effect of forcibly suppressing the wound.
After he had suppressed his injuries, Han Wenxin’s sleeves puffed up, and his hair was windless, as black and white true qi spilled out, dancing around him like a dragon, with an extraordinary aura.
The black was the true qi of the Mohist school, while the white was the “Hao Ran Zheng Qi” of the Shan He School.
When Qing Yu saw the strange phenomenon happening in Han Wenxin’s body, he knew he was going to fight for his life. The secret technique to suppress his injuries was not used earlier, but when he was in a desperate situation where he could not escape, it was clear that it had alarming side effects.
According to Qing Yu’s knowledge of many mysterious techniques, even if Han Wenxin could escape from his own hands, the side effects would probably kill him.
As for the other two guys who looked like they were really fighting for their lives, they would definitely not survive. Especially the one who was still staring at Qing Yu even though his blood was pouring out of him, he was definitely reverting back to his old self, and his death would probably be imminent.
However, leaving it like this was still in the way. As Qing Yu raised his hand and waved it from side to side, ten ghostly shadows emerged from the small woods behind him along the official road.
Ten ghost-like shadows flashed behind Qing Yu in a flash, lining up neatly. All wrapped in black, only a pair of numb and cold eyes were exposed to people.
The Sword Guards, Qing Yu’s latest masterpiece. They use captured Easterners as raw material, feed them with drugs and brainwash them, and then train them in the “Sword Manual of the Wicked” and the incomplete “Sunflower Canon”.
Of course, due to the time constraint, the necessary formalities are difficult to give shape to the Purgatory Sword Guard in a short period of time. After all, the fifth limb had to be cut off, and then feathers had to be inserted, pending the healing of the injury.
If the feathers were not inserted accurately enough and the urethra was blocked, it would again be a waste of not too many Eastern captives, a real waste.
Luckily, Qing Yu was well versed in the art of medicine and knew that the root of cutting chickens was to strangle a person’s billions of offspring, and that by abolishing a particular offspring’s nest, the first requirement of the desire to practise divine kung fu could also be met.
Otherwise, with the rudimentary medical environment in these ancient times, there is no telling how many captives would have to die. Qing Yu still does not know how Lao Yue managed to survive the long process of healing his fifth limb wound by hiding it from his wife and daughter’s disciples. How did he manage to insert the feather with such precision, all by himself? This remains a mystery to this day.
This is the end of the ramblings as the ten wicked sword guards, carrying their long, thin, straight and narrow swords, surrounded the two cultists to prevent them from disturbing the final scene between Qing Yu and his senior brother.
Faced with Han Wenxin, who had temporarily returned to his full strength, Qingyu’s body also revealed a black and white true qi, but of a yin and yang nature, completely different from his opponent.
Han Wenxin rushed forward directly, his situation was urgent and he could not afford to waste time.
“Double flow of Qi – Yin and Yang combined hand seal”.
How could Qingyu let go of such a good opportunity? Thousands of black and white yin and yang hand seals came at Han Wenxin.
The Yin Yang Hand Seal, a move of the Yin Yang Clan, has always been unbeatable in Qing Yu’s hands, and often times, once this move is made, the foundation of victory is laid.
However, this time, this move was the first time Han Wenxin had his first Waterloo. The thousands of handprints, which were printed on Han Wenxin’s body, were dissolved by the ink-like true qi and turned into nothingness.
The large number of thousands of hand seals also meant that the attack was scattered. This drawback is difficult to eliminate even with the “Qi Double Stream” to enhance its power, after all, the number of handprints is just too many. If one were to encounter an uninvolved person, it would be easier to deal with.
But when it comes to Han Wenxin, who is now using the forbidden technique to promote his true qi, it is a bit difficult to use, not to mention that he is good at defending his body against the true qi of the Mo family.
After surviving this wave of attacks, Han Wenxin was already close to him, his white Qi surging, and the Confucian “Long Sky Divine Palm” was once again displayed before Qingyu’s eyes.
This time, it was the ultimate move of the “Long Sky Divine Palm”, a palm that flattened mountains and rivers.
Under the forbidden arts, this domineering move, which changed all the old rivers and mountains, showed its true nature, and even the air was dispersed by this powerful palm, forming layers of air waves, causing the trees along the official road to shake.
“I’m afraid of you.”
After Qing Yu made the “Yin-Yang Hand Seal”, his hands remained in the sealing position, and his Yin-Yang true qi kept circulating.
This time, all the power was gathered in the taiji diagram between his palms, and the two qi rotated without showing any sound, but the domineering power within was no less than that of his opponent. The Yin-Yang school was originally separated from the Daoist school because of its pursuit of extreme power.
The clash of the two extreme moves, one showing and the other concealing, with different extremes of sound and power, caused a far greater wave of Qi than before.
The ground around them was even lifted up by the furious Qi.
The wave of qi swept through the area, affecting the ten Sword Guards and their two enemies who were fighting not far away.
The Evil Sword Guards were ultimately less powerful than their opponents and were blown backwards several steps by the strong wind.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, the two cultists who used the forbidden arts pounced on Qing Yu with their red eyes, wanting to provide an opportunity for Han Wenxin.
“Don’t know how to live or die.”
Qing Yu let out a cold laugh, his left hand suddenly stained with blood, becoming as red as fresh blood, blood-coloured true qi pervaded his hand, his vertical palm sent out a blood-coloured true qi palm seal, the palm of true qi also grasped a skull that was also blood-coloured.
“Skeletal Blood Hand Seal”.
The same great move of the Yin-Yang Clan’s Grand Master was present in Qingyu’s hand.
The man in front of him, who had been severely injured by Qingyu’s sword, was the first to be hit, and his wound, which had already been cut in half, was broken in two by the blood-coloured skeleton palm, which had a sinister aura.
The man behind him was sunken by the blood skeleton handprint, and its boiling fire burned his entire body and blood, causing him to fall to the ground and roll around.
At the same time, Qingyu used his right hand to defend against Han Wenxin’s distracting “Long Sky Divine Palm”.
In the midst of the attack, Qing Yu used his “Heavenly Dipper” to protect himself, but he did not retreat an inch, and was still able to keep up with his distractions.
“Brother, give up your hand and I will let you live.”
Unlike his initial killing intent, Qing Yu was now interested in Han Wenxin’s origins, and such a secret technique like the “Divine Strike” was definitely followed by a great deal of power.
“Zhang Qianting must be one of your men.”
Han Wenxin laughed coldly, “I already knew that Zhang Qianding, an uneducated and unskilled punk, even if he had suffered a great change and attained great enlightenment, the knowledge didn’t just pop into his head. Longevity San, Three Corpse Brain God Pill, such poisons, Zhang Qianding has no access to them at all, how could he suddenly know them.”
“So what ——” Qing Yu’s eyes narrowed slightly, “What’s the point of saying this senior brother, your life is in my hands now, these things, if you die, who else can know!”