Chapter 234: Beautiful as Peach Blossoms and Pink as Clams
Chapter 234: Beautiful as Peach Blossoms and Pink as Clams
"The blood is boiling!"
The corners of Zhao Xia's eyes were red, and his face was rosy. Not only that, the originally snow-white skin on his body was now rosy, like petals of peach blossoms, which was very beautiful.
She happened to be wearing a moon-white and elegant robe, which made her look like a pink clam hidden in a shell.
No one had expected that a military technique, when practiced to a deep level, would actually produce such a miraculous effect. Perhaps this was because Zhao Xia's own equipment was different from that of ordinary people. In any case, no harm had been shown so far.
"How could this be?"
"What kind of martial arts is this?"
Le Hou had no time to appreciate the stunning beauty. He fell into a disadvantage again. It seemed that in just a few moments, the injuries on Zhao Xia's body were inexplicably healed, and his power increased greatly. His palms flew around, and he seemed to be fighting with a rouge tiger. Anyone who was touched would be seriously injured.
“Riding the wind and breaking the waves!”
Zhao Xia slapped out with his right palm, and the palm wind became extremely powerful. Le Hou had no way to retreat, and could only use all his internal strength and pour it into his hands to block. His bones broke like beans frying in an iron pan, and the sound of "crackling" was endless.
Zhao Xia's eyes turned red, his eyes were filled with murderous intent, and his true energy was madly splashed out: "Go to hell!"
Le Hou cried out in pain, withdrew his badly injured arms, and retreated repeatedly. However, his left arm, which was blocking the front, had completely drooped down, and had almost lost 70% of its combat effectiveness.
He did not shout surrender, but looked at Zhao Xia coldly, as if he was expecting something.
"You used a hidden weapon to hurt someone, and you also used poison. How despicable!"
Zhao Xia sneered contemptuously, spreading out his palms, each with three or four black silver needles.
"A famous and upright sect? Is this the Songshan Sect's good method?"
After practicing the "Blood Evil Sutra" to the third level, her strength almost jumped three or four times in a short period of time. In theory, she should be able to suppress her opponents steadily. However, fighting in the martial arts world is not a simple arithmetic. The slightest difference may lead to a disaster.
Le Hou endured the severe pain and forced a smile, saying, "Of course, we only talk about justice to the famous and upright sects. How dare a bandit den like Qingfeng Village to deceive the people and raise the banner of justice."
"Miss Zhao, you are courting death!"
"You damn duck has a tough mouth!"
Zhao Xia exerted strength in both palms and the silver needle flew out, but the green poison in her palm continued to spread outwards. She used boiling blood to fight against it and suppress it, but the numbness made her five fingers gradually become stiff.
The boiling blood won’t last long!
Zhao Xia raised his palm and struck towards Le Hou.
After more than a dozen rounds, Le Hou's expected result of delaying the opponent's poison and turning defeat into victory did not happen, but instead put himself in danger, like a stray dog, fleeing for his life in the palm of his hand.
Below the stage, the people of Qingfeng Village cheered loudly when they saw their leader display his prowess.
Zhong Zhen's face was solemn, thinking that something was wrong. It seemed that Zhao Xia wanted to take Le Hou's life. His right hand quietly pressed the soft sword at his waist.
If the Four Guardians of Songshan were to die in Pingyang City, the sect would lose face and Senior Brother Zuo would definitely blame us.
"puff!"
Le Hou was spitting out large mouthfuls of blood. He wanted to escape to the edge of the ring, but he was entangled tightly and could not retreat. Helplessly, he could only look at Zhong Zhen and Ji Ling. He was about to admit defeat when he suddenly felt his throat tighten and his whole body was lifted up.
"Master Zhao is mighty!"
Most of the people watching the game had no bias. They got excited and cheered loudly for whoever won. They just wanted to have fun.
The eight-foot-tall woman, as beautiful as a peach blossom, grabbed the man's throat with one hand and lifted him high into the air. The man kicked his legs wildly, unable to breathe and on the verge of suffocation. This scene was very visually impactful and many people felt that the trip was worthwhile.
"Witch, don't try to harm my brother's life!"
Zhong Zhen glanced at Ji Ling, shouted loudly, tapped the ground with his left foot, and leaped to the top of the ring. In mid-air, he drew the Nine-Bend Soft Sword from his waist. The cold light shone like a snake, and a feminine sword energy went straight to Zhao Xia's right arm...
Liu Dachui picked up the Nine Rings Sword and angrily said, "Ji Ling, isn't this breaking the rules of the martial arts world?"
Ji Qianhu seemed not to hear it. He just stared at the arena, waiting for the result of the sword. He sneered in his heart.
"The rules of the world?"
"I am an official appointed by the imperial court, a captain of the Imperial Guards."
"I want to talk to you about the rules of the underworld, so I will talk to you about the rules of the underworld."
"When I tell you that official law is like a furnace, it can turn steel into juice!" At this time, Ji Ling obviously didn't want to say anything. He just hoped that Zhong Zhen could take advantage of this godsend opportunity to kill Zhao Xia in one fell swoop, so that he could take action and slowly deal with Qingfengzhai, the evil tiger entrenched in Pingyang.
"Oh!"
Le Hou looked like a fish that had been drying on the shore for five days, with his eyes rolled up and shit and piss flowing out of his crotch. He was only one step away from going to hell, and the Songshan Sect's ambition to return to Pingyang Prefecture would be thwarted.
"Demon girl, die!"
Zhong Zhen turned the sword and moved it three points to the right. He ignored his dying brother and aimed at Zhao Xia's vital point.
"What a deep bond between brothers!"
"Back to you!"
Zhao Xia sneered and threw Le Hou against the Nine-Curve Sword. At this time, the sword tip was very close and the sword speed was very fast, which was almost impossible to reverse. Yin-Yang Hand was about to die under the sword of his junior brother, which would become a huge joke.
"Witch, you have such a vicious heart."
Zhong Zhen was shocked and quickly withdrew his true energy. The Nine-Curve Sword immediately became limp like a harmless dead snake. He reached out to catch the unconscious Le Hou, and the two of them fell from mid-air onto the stage.
He could pretend to be ignorant and not care about Le Hou's life or death, as long as he killed Zhao Xia. When Senior Brother Zuo asked him about it afterwards, he would have something to say. But he could never let Le Hou die under his sword. If that got out to the world, the Songshan Sect would become a laughing stock.
The reputation of the Songshan School was hard-earned, and Senior Brother Zuo was a man who cared a lot about his reputation.
"Humph!"
Zhao Xia sneered and looked back. Liu Dachui led the Qingfeng Village people and broke through the Jinyiwei's human wall to come to support them. Without any hesitation, she turned around and jumped off the stage to meet them.
After the sudden change, the field went from stormy to calm again.
The disciples of Songshan School took the seriously injured Yin-Yang Hand off the stage.
Liu Dachui asked in a low voice: "Village leader, are you okay?"
"I am fine."
Zhao Xia's face turned pale and he shook his head gently. He stood among the disciples of Qingfeng Village and secretly borrowed the strength of Liu Dachui's arm to barely stay standing. The Blood Evil Sutra was an internal skill with great power but also a high price. Every time he used it, he would be weak and exhausted for several days.
She looked coldly at Ji Ling who was standing on the stage with Jiuqu Sword: "Captain Ji, what else do you have to say?"
Ji Ling glanced at Zhong Zhen and saw him nod. No matter how reluctant he was, he had to announce it.
"This time, Qingfeng Village wins!"
Zhong Zhen walked down from the stage, grabbed the Peach Blossom Divine Axe, pulled it out, held it in both hands, and presented it to Zhao Xia.
The Pingyang people who were watching nodded one after another. Although the Yin-Yang Hands were a bit vulgar, the Nine-Curve Sword was worthy of being a great hero with both virtue and talent, and was worthy of the words "famous and upright".
Liu Dachui took the Peach Blossom Divine Axe and glared at the person who came.
Zhong Zhen only stared at Zhao Xia, with a warm smile on his face, and said softly: "Tomorrow, I would like to learn from the Zhao village master about the way of weapons, but I don't know... whether you can still hold an axe."
In Zhong Zhen's eyes, when it comes to single combat, except for Zhao Xia, the others in Qingfeng Village are just chickens and dogs and are vulnerable. Although Zhao Xia defeated the Four Guardians, he himself suffered heavy damage and it is obvious that he will not recover in one day.
It can be said that the outcome of tomorrow's battle has been decided.
Zhao Xia's face was pale and his breathing was disordered, but he showed no fear at all. He chuckled and said, "Whether I can lift the axe or not, you will know tomorrow."
On the top of Zuixian Tower.
Hu Er shook his head: "Zhao Zhaizhu is a female hero, but it's a pity that Qingfeng Zhai's foundation is too weak, and there are not many top masters. I'm afraid she is the only one who can beat someone from a famous family like Songshan Sect."
"Qingfeng Village's foundation is not as good as Songshan Sect, but Zhao Xia may not be the only expert."
Hu Er asked in surprise: "Brother Zhang, do you know any other masters from Qingfeng Village?"
Zhang Yu looked out the window. It was just past noon and the wind suddenly blew in the sky. Dark clouds gathered at the horizon. He slowly drank the wine in the glass.
"Brother Tiger, just wait and see tomorrow."
Thank you for the love letter, I am unworthy of it.
(End of this chapter)