Chapter 95: Fists and Feet Have No Eyes, Swords and Knives Have No Mercy
Chapter 95: Fists and Feet Have No Eyes, Swords and Knives Have No Mercy
Luo Cheng's few words caused an uproar in an instant.
The gift is not only the Chaos God Sword...but also the Divine Sword Hall! ?
Although the Divine Sword Hall has indeed been in ruins over the years as Luo Cheng said.
Within the sphere of influence, the people were in poverty and their lives were in vain, with nine out of ten houses empty.
But it is often said that a lean camel is bigger than a horse.
After all, the power of the Divine Sword Hall is extraordinary. If we can bring it under our command... I wouldn't say it will be a big win, but it will greatly strengthen our own strength.
Especially for the surrounding neighboring forces, this is a good thing that is hard to find even with a lantern.
And although Luo Cheng's words seem absurd, they are actually not without clues.
After all, Jiang Shendao was about to die, and the Shendao Hall had already been in danger.
Originally, many people did not understand why the Divine Sword Hall wanted to lead the forces from all directions into the Divine Sword City at this time. This was truly dancing on the edge of a knife and was extremely dangerous.
If we are not careful, the Divine Sword Hall will be destroyed today.
But I didn't expect that this would be a strategy to bring the dead back to life.
As long as there is a force that can bring the Divine Sword Hall under its control, the two parties will unite and no matter who wants to touch the Divine Sword Hall, they will have to consider the pros and cons.
You know, if the Divine Sword Hall is isolated and helpless now, it is natural for it to be eaten away by all sides.
But once someone lends a helping hand, combined with the remaining strength of the Divine Sword Hall, the change in the situation will make it so that no one dares to act rashly.
Biancheng's eyes narrowed slightly:
"I see... This method doesn't seem like something a reckless man like Luo Cheng could come up with.
"In the arena, the one with the highest martial arts skills will receive the Chaos Sword.
“First, to weaken the masters in the field today, and second, to select strong ones to rely on… The Divine Sword Hall has since escaped from the dead end.
"Although I will be living under someone else's roof from now on, there may still be a way out."
Everything seemed to make sense.
Chu Qing looked at Luo Cheng deeply.
If he didn't know the origin of the Chaos Sword and the entanglement between the Tianxie Cult and Jiang Shen Dao.
I'm afraid he really believed Luo Cheng's nonsense.
But...what is their real purpose in gathering so many people?
He asked softly:
"Has Jiang Shendao arrived?"
Wenrou glanced at him and shook her head:
"not coming."
Chu Qing nodded slightly, not too anxious.
Luo Cheng was already on the stage, announcing that the competition would begin at this moment, and those who were interested could come on stage to compete.
After he finished speaking, he made a vague grab at the Chaos God Sword with one hand. The Chaos God Sword immediately made a buzzing sound and flew towards his palm with a hissing sound.
But before he could get the Chaos God Sword, Luo Cheng had already waved his hand.
The Chaos God Sword flew out immediately, spinning and landing on the knife rack placed on the table inside the platform.
He came over to the table, sat down, raised his teacup and took a sip.
There was silence in the venue for a while. After a while, someone jumped onto the high platform and challenged the heroes from all directions by throwing himself as an example.
All things are difficult at the beginning. Whenever someone comes on stage, there will always be people who will fight with him.
In the blink of an eye, the fight on the arena has begun.
Those who first appeared were all ordinary people.
There was the swordsman who failed in his attempt to worship Nian An and Nian Xin as his big brother that day, and there was also the disciple of Wenxiang Academy who was ashamed and angry because his bellyband was stolen by Brother Bai.
Later, disciples from Yanyu Tower also appeared, but Du Hanyan did not take any action.
After that, Wuhu Sanren took the stage again, which raised the level of the entire competition to a higher level.
However, the masters from Tingtao Pavilion, Feiyun Valley and Yiqi League have not yet taken action.
Bian Cheng had previously pointed out the locations of these three houses to Chu Qing.
The deputy leader from Tingtao Pavilion, 'Qingyu Sword' Chen Shihong.
The one who came from Feiyun Valley was the great elder, 'Iron-Armed Divine Ape' Hou Wenjing.
The leader of the Yiqi League, 'Dragon Spear' Fang Tianrui, came in person.
Even if these people want to take action, it should be done last.
Chu Qing was watching with great interest. There weren't many opportunities to see the unique skills of various masters, and occasions like the World's Best Conference were not common either.
He can use this opportunity to broaden his horizons.
Bian Cheng said with a smile:
"Don't you want to go on stage and try it out? To become famous?"
Chu Qing shook his head decisively. This kind of public-facing thing was not suitable for him to do.
He glanced at the border town:
"How about Brother Bian go up and give it a try?"
Biancheng spread his hands:
"I'm not interested either."
"Humph."
Mo Duxing snorted coldly:
"I knew you couldn't do it. Look at me, your brother..."
As he spoke, he placed his hand on the hilt of his sword and was about to go on stage.
But he was pulled back by Biancheng:
"Big Brother, please let Master live two more years.
"If he knew you were going to embarrass yourself on stage today, I'm afraid he would break your legs when you get back home."
Gentle and deeply nodded:
"Big Brother, stop making trouble."
Mo Duxing sighed:
"Never mind. Another opportunity to become famous has been blocked by you guys."
He looked lonely, with a sense of loneliness that "no one can understand me" lingering around him.
Chu Qing was confused for a moment. Was he really that powerful, or was he just pretending?
Just as I was paying no attention, I suddenly heard a scream coming from the stage.
Chu Qing looked up and saw that there was a man in black on the field.
He was covered in a long robe, making it difficult to see his face.
At this moment, he had just broken his opponent's leg with one kick, grabbed his opponent's head with one hand and lifted it high, then pressed his palm between his opponent's chest and abdomen.
There was a loud snapping sound, and the opponent's chest and abdomen collapsed. He flew backwards and fell heavily under the ring.
"Young Gang Leader!!"
As the cry of surprise was heard, a figure flew over and picked up the seriously injured young man, his face full of anxiety.
The young gang leader spurted blood from his mouth, pointed at the man in the black robe, and opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something.
But he died without uttering the last word.
"This this!!"
The person holding the young gang leader was a middle-aged woman. She looked at the dead man in her arms in disbelief, and finally gritted her teeth and looked at Luo Cheng:
"Master Luo, you should give me an explanation!!"
The others in the room were also silent.
Now that someone has died, they all have to see what Luo Cheng has to say.
Should we stop at the right point, or should we not care about life or death?
Luo Cheng put down the teacup in his hand and said slowly:
"Fists and feet have no eyes, swords and knives are merciless, and there will inevitably be casualties in a duel. Please accept my condolences."
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone understood that today's battle could decide life or death.
The woman had a gloomy face. She handed the young leader's body to her subordinates and nodded, saying:
"Well, fists and feet have no eyes, swords and knives are merciless."
As soon as he finished speaking, he was already on the stage, and spoke to the man in black robes with gritted teeth:
"Four Seas Gang Zhou Xia, please give me some advice."
As soon as she finished speaking, her figure flashed, and the wind came with her. Two fingers flashed and stabbed at the eyes of the man in black robe. They had a deadly feud, so she was naturally ruthless.
However, the man in black robe ignored the two fingers and allowed them to go straight in, while he pointed one finger straight at the other's throat.
The two people attacked almost at the same time and hit the target almost at the same time.
Zhou Xia's two fingers could certainly directly poke out the opponent's eyes, but the opponent's finger would also pierce her throat.
Just when Zhou Xia’s two fingers were about to hit, her heart weakened a little.
Not wanting to die together with the other party, his body shook, and a trace of blood appeared on his throat. He dodged the other party's fingers at the critical moment, raised his arms, and a dagger suddenly fell into his palms from his sleeves.
With a flash of sharpness, he used the momentum of the rotation to take the right leg of the man in black robe.
The man in black robe still did not dodge or evade. He had raised his palm high up at some point and smashed it down fiercely with a strong wind.
Zhou Xia's knife could hit the black-robed man's leg, but the black-robed man's palm would also smash her head.
No!
Zhou Xia had no choice but to retreat again.
He turned his body, escaped from the palm, and jumped three meters.
As soon as I stood firm and looked up, I saw that the man in black robe was already in front of me.
A punch came whistling.
Zhou Xia blocked with her arm horizontally, turned one palm outward, and received the fist with her palm.
But there was only a loud bang and a huge force hit him. He staggered back and his left arm was completely numb.
The bones of the palm were broken, and the whole hand took on a hideous shape.
She was shocked for a moment and had no time to regroup before the second punch from the black-robed man opposite her arrived.
Zhou Xia had lost his courage, and his initial bravery was only because he had a grudge.
However, the first effort is strong, the second becomes weaker, and the third is exhausted.
The other party doesn't care about their lives when fighting, so how can we fight hard?
As his mind raced, he realized that he could not take revenge on this stage, so he leaped back.
He wanted to jump off the stage and admit defeat, then regroup and avenge the young leader.
But as soon as she landed on the ground, before she could even open her mouth, the man in black robe on the ring followed her like a shadow and landed to chase her.
As soon as this move was made, a loud shout was heard:
"How ridiculous! How can this be called a martial arts competition? This is simply a murder!!"
I saw a figure flying over, coming behind the man in black robe and grabbing his shoulder:
"Sir, don't you know that you should forgive others when you can?"
When everyone present saw him take action, those who were originally filled with indignation calmed down.
This person is none other than the Grand Elder of Feiyun Valley, 'Iron-Armed Divine Ape' Hou Wenjing!
With his status and martial arts skills, he could stop the attack. Even if the other party really wanted to kill him, he should restrain himself.
However, he did not expect that the man in black robe ignored it at all. His shoulders shook, and Hou Wenjing felt as if his palms were pricked by needles, and he subconsciously let go of his hands.
Immediately afterwards, the man in black robe suddenly turned around and punched out.
Hou Wenjing was furious for a moment.
He swung his arm and with a crackling sound, a punch was thrown out.
Then there was a muffled bang.
When the two fists collided, it seemed as if there was a sound of metal.
Hou Wenjing is known in the martial arts world as the 'Iron-Armed Monkey God', and all his martial arts skills are concentrated in his two arms.
I thought that this punch would at least force the opponent to take a few steps back.
However, he didn't expect that the man in black robe would not retreat at all, but instead charged forward bravely.
"This is unreasonable!!"
Hou Wenjing's face was gloomy. He took a step back, put his hands on his waist, and punched out with both fists.
Only two muffled thuds were heard, which seemed to lead to thunder in all directions.
The unstoppable fists had already smashed towards the person who came.
Two muffled thuds were heard again.
Both punches landed on the black-robed man's chest and abdomen.
His chest and abdomen collapsed and his bones were broken, which shows how powerful his fists were.
But without waiting for everyone present to react, nor for Wen Jing to retract his attack, the man in black robe stretched out his hands and directly grabbed Hou Wenjing's shoulders.
The five fingers were like knives, penetrating deep into the flesh.
Hou Wenjing's face changed, and he endured the pain and used his internal force to shock the black-robed man's ten fingers.
But the ten fingers of the man in black robe were like iron hooks. No matter how much internal force was applied to his body and the bones made cracking sounds, they did not break away at all.
Hou Wenjing finally realized something was wrong.
But it was too late at this moment. The man in black robe used his ten fingers as knives and stabbed them into Hou Wenjing's shoulders. He turned his body and exerted all his strength!
Two arms with sleeves flew up into the sky with two "pu pu" sounds. Hou Wenjing's face turned pale and he let out a scream.
The shoulder where the arm was lost was gushing blood in all directions, it was extremely tragic.
This scene happened too quickly. Previously, it seemed that Hou Wenjing had hit the opponent so hard that his chest and abdomen collapsed and he was about to die.
In the blink of an eye, Hou Wenjing's two arms were removed.
Even if someone around wanted to help, it was too late in that split second.
But this was not the end yet. The man in black robe suddenly rushed forward and punched Hou Wenjing in the throat.
If this punch hits, Hou Wenjing will definitely die.
But the punch didn't hit...
Just because the punch was halfway through, the fist disappeared.
Everyone in the field saw a swordsman in green clothes, who appeared in front of Hou Wenjing at some point.
At the same time as the knife cut off the black-robed man's arm, a kick flew out, kicking the black-robed man more than three feet away.
He held a single sword with the blade pointing diagonally at the ground, his eyes fixed on the man in black robe, as if he was searching for something.
"What a quick knife!"
"Who is this person?"
"It's him!"
Some people are confused, but some people suddenly understand.
The night before yesterday, Chu Qing killed Dong Xingzhi in the street, which was eventually seen by many people.
Chu Qing did not appear on stage today, so these people might not remember him.
But now that Chu Qing had taken action, what happened that night was remembered.
"Third Young Master!"
Du Hanyan was also in the crowd at this time. Having seen the black-robed man's ruthless attack, she also wanted to take action.
But it was a step too late.
But her words were heard by everyone.
The third young master?
Where in this world did a Third Young Master with such superb swordsmanship appear?
Bian Cheng narrowed his eyes and said to Mo Duxing:
"Big Brother, why don't you practice your sword skills? I think this sword skill is pretty good!"
Mo Duxing sneered:
"Little tricks."
Chu Qing didn't care about the situation around him, but looked at the blood on his knife.
The blood is black and extremely sticky. It is not the blood of a living person.
When he looked up at the man in black again, there were already waves in his eyes.
Dong Xingzhi!
Although the black-robed man's hood was not lifted, Chu Qing had already noticed something from his martial arts.
Although his style of doing things is different from Dong Xingzhi's, their martial arts are of the same origin.
only……
Dong Xingzhi was clearly killed by himself with one sword.
Why are they so active here now? Why are they killing people so brutally?
(End of this chapter)