Yamafu Military Affairs

Chapter 423: Tit for Tat (Part ) (asking for monthly votes)

Chuntai raised the iron rod in his hand and walked while talking. With every step he took, his momentum grew visibly. His limbs and bones crackled and his figure rose higher and higher. His skinny and shriveled body swelled visibly. When the last word came out, he looked like a demon lord in the sky, full of oppression.

"This old monster can seal the meridians and call upon the essence of Qi without using golden needles?"

The old man Bai Lian who was beside Feng Zhao looked at this with a solemn expression, and the sword in his hand was shaking frequently due to the endless murderous intent.

"As a mere mortal, I have no regrets in my life for being able to have a glimpse of my supreme magical power. Now, all of you should die!"

Chun Taixin waved his hand and suddenly attacked. His Yuan Qi surged, and his stick moved with a shadow. The mighty dragon claws that emerged from his stick slapped the gathered Chinese heroes.

"open!"

Feng Zhao roared with a ferocious expression, and a crystal clear black Dan Jin and a pure and ethereal white Yuan Qi emanated from his body. The black and white light suddenly lit up under the black gold dragon claws.

The two colors of light intertwined and vibrated, turning into a huge millstone, crushing the incoming black gold dragon claws and turning them into star-like afterglow.

"Ok?"

Seeing that the Yin-Yang Grinding Wheel was unstoppable, Chuntai's eyes flashed with surprise. He was just about to take advantage of the gap when Feng Zhao was unable to move his Qi Jin and rush forward to kill him with one blow, but he saw the righteous men of Shenzhou suddenly move to the sides, revealing four black muzzles of their guns.

Bang bang bang.
As the gunshots rang out, hundreds of Tianrui bombs cut through the night sky, enveloping Chuntai's body like a torrent of molten fire.

Chuntai's face showed no joy or anger. He closed his eyelids, as if he had a premonition. A ball of Qi with a real dragon pattern appeared on his body surface, and he allowed the bullet to hit him head on.

"Expand!"

Veins popped out on Feng Zhao's forehead, and the Yin-Yang Grinder suddenly expanded, swallowing up the approaching Chuntai in an instant!
The dragon-patterned Qi ball that protected his body shattered in the blink of an eye, but Chuntai was not panicked at all, because he had already pushed his life cultivation to the state of no leakage that even the Gangfeng Divine Fire could not shake, and an ordinary foreign gun hitting him would not even leave a red mark.

But at this moment, he actually felt the long-lost numbness, itching and tingling at the place where he was hit, as well as a burning sensation that seemed to penetrate into his bones!

How can it be?

How could the technology of those foreign devils suddenly advance to such an extent?

Chuntai recognized the heavy machine gun standing in the crowd and spraying flames wantonly. Wasn't it the Maxim produced in Europe? When did it become so powerful?
But Chuntai came back to his senses in just a moment, and the [Purple Gold Dragon Stick] in his hand spun like a diamond, dispersing the oncoming torrent of molten fire, and the powerful force he swung out became like a sword, forcing many righteous men to be unable to take care of themselves.

"Double guns to cover, swords and knives to attack together!"

Seeing that the gunner holding the Maxim gun was affected by the residual force and died on the spot, and his ammunition belt was emptied and needed to be replaced, Li Cun Yi rushed out of the crowd with a knife, and stabilized the situation with a tiger roar.

More than a dozen sharpshooters holding revolvers appeared from unexpected locations such as street corners, walls, and behind eaves. The more powerful single-shot Tianrui explosive bombs rushed towards Chuntai like a line of fire, weaving a deadly web.

Chuntai, who had experienced the power of these bullets and knew there was something strange, was naturally not stupid. He made a mistake in his step, and his figure changed unpredictably like a ghost. He strolled leisurely on the long street, constantly approaching Feng Zhao. The hundreds of bullets fired by the sharpshooters did not hit him, and all of them narrowly missed him.

"Avoid danger, and be aware of the nine senses."

Li Cunyi looked at Chuntai's skills and knew that this was one of the abilities he gained after connecting his inner scene with the outer scene. When a martial artist became a master and his climate gradually matured, he would feel as if he was on fire when he met an enemy, and his body would be able to warn himself; and this Nine Senses further extended this ability of early warning and foresight, condensing it to another level.

Fortunately, the incredibly powerful foreign rifle was able to distract Chuntai's attention a little, otherwise even he would have found it difficult to find an opportunity to win the battle.

Li Cun Yi drew his sword from its sheath, and without saying anything, he bent his legs and took a step forward. Suddenly, he saw the sky light up, and a flash of sword light suddenly emerged from his sleeve, carrying a cold energy and slashing towards Chun Tai's neck.

Chuntai stopped for a moment, and the iron rod in his left hand suddenly stood up to hold the blade. In a flash, he suddenly bent his arms, lowered his shoulders and elbows, and his right hand flipped. The head of the rod rushed out and reached Li Cunyi's armpit in an instant.

Just as he was about to be hit, he suddenly saw a sharp sword coming at him diagonally, hitting his wrist and tendons, and the sword flowers flew up and down, dazzling his eyes.

Suddenly a strong wind came, and another man came with his fist, which was like a heavy cannon, turning it into a hammer and going straight to the big dragon on his back.

Li Cunyi responded instantly, retreating like a tiger turning around and raising its tail, his knife swirling and slashing, his feet were like nails, his calf muscles were exposed, and he stomped on the foot where Chuntai was standing.

Li Cunyi dodged and changed his tactics extremely quickly, but Chuntai seemed to have seen through the opportunity and responded even faster. He stroked the handle with his left hand and turned his wrist, shaking and trembling, and actually broke up all of Song Weiyi's sword lights. The muscles in his back swelled and collapsed in a very short period of time, and the soft strength dissolved the killing move from his waist.

Seeing that Li Cunyi's killing move was approaching him again, Chuntai's eyes turned cold. He raised his left knee high, and exuded a real force like a dragon or snake raising its head, pressing directly against Li Cunyi's chest and abdomen. The iron rod in his right hand, which had just reached into the air, swept across his side ribs!

Fast, too fast.

Song Weiyi frowned, and thrust his sword forward, with his Yuan Qi radiating the tip and Dan Jin emerging, piercing straight into Chuntai's back.

If this stab hits, even if Chuntai is really a [Martial Saint], he will be stabbed with a hole.

Chuntai seemed to sense danger, and his shoulder trembled. A force comparable to a divine weapon suddenly shot out, and it shot behind him with just the back muscles. It was strange and silent, just like a venomous snake quietly poking out and suddenly baring its fangs. "What?"

Song Weiyi's killing move was blocked, and he felt a strong force on his hand, which almost made him lose his grip on the hilt of the sword.

Although he knew that Chuntai was definitely not an ordinary martial artist, Song Weiyi, a bannerman who had practiced Wudang since he was a teenager and had extraordinary experience, did not expect that the regent of the Qing Dynasty could easily dissolve his fatal move by using only strength and without using Qi.

"Feidan Jiuer, as a bannerman, you actually helped the foreigners to rebel against your own family. I wonder how you will be able to face your ancestors after you die!"

Chuntai snorted coldly, and Li Cunyi in front of him fell to the ground. While he was still in the air, blood gushed out of his throat. He was thrown far away and felt as if all the bones in his body were falling apart. His back was numb, as if he had lost consciousness, and the single-edged sword fell out of his hand.

"Master once said that you have lived in this world for too long, searching for the great medicine of China, and blocking the way for people in the world. Now you have to die, you have to die!"

Before he finished speaking, Song Weiyi attacked without caring about anything else, picked up his sword and attacked fiercely with every move. Du Xinwu next to him responded with punches, and they surrounded Chuntai from three directions.

Li Cun Yi leaned against the wall, his face flushed red and purple. He took out a small jade bottle from his arms and poured the Xingyi secret medicine mixed with [Manqiu Water] into his mouth. His own Yuan Qi was mobilized frantically, and his muscles were entangled and twisted, quickly healing his internal and external injuries.

The secret medicine entered the stomach and spread to the limbs and bones. Immediately, white mist was seen rising. The numb back suddenly regained consciousness, and the bloody hole on the chest and the broken side ribs also felt numb and itchy.

In just three or two breaths, Song Weiyi and Du Xinwu were in danger.

Du Xinwu, who majored in natural skills, was also very skilled in martial arts. He changed his moves, waved his palms and punched, and every move he made was accompanied by a sonic boom. He killed with a few moves, but only tore Chuntai's python robe into pieces.

Chuntai felt the initiative in every move, and was like an empty space among the swords and fists of the two men. He dodged and moved flexibly, and with just one blow of his stick, he smashed Du Xinwu's arms that were protecting his head, revealing his ferocious power.

At this moment, Song Weiyi was like duckweed floating in the storm. Taking advantage of the moment when Chuntai rushed towards Du Xinwu, he shook his sword, and his Qi surged. He raised the sword in his right hand like a spear, with murderous intent that went straight to the center.

[Sword Intention: Gentlemen’s Fight]!
Chuntai raised his eyebrows, and casually swept out the [Purple Gold Dragon Stick] with a posture like a flying dragon holding a sword. The sharp sword intent suddenly froze and was bitten by two meteorite iron dragon heads, unable to move forward or backward.

The opportunity was gone in a flash.

Song Weiyi saw that the tip of the sword was only inches away from Chuntai's throat, but he had no intention of struggling. He immediately let go and retreated, but was caught up by Chuntai's toes as hard as iron, kicked in the center of his chest, and flew away immediately.

At this moment, the sharpshooters who had replaced their revolver bullets pulled the trigger, intending to suppress Chuntai again and buy a chance to catch their breath for Li Cunyi and the other two.

"Noisy!"

Chuntai frowned, swallowed the air, and invisible sound waves burst out between his lips and teeth.

The tragic aura immediately spread out, and the sharpshooters who were only focused on firing all had blood gushing out of their ears, as if they had been hit by a club. They staggered, and fell to the ground holding their chests. The suppression of the gunfire was instantly dissolved.

Chuntai raised his hand and swept the stick. A violent spiral force was immediately generated at the dragon's head. A fierce tornado that was powerful enough to shatter gold and split rocks swept straight towards Feng Zhao.

Immediately afterwards, Chuntai stomped heavily on the ground, and his figure disappeared behind the tornado like a black lightning, and his two sticks attacked Feng Zhao's vital points.

In an instant, Feng Zhao felt that he was trapped in a whirlpool, and had no choice but to disperse the [Yin Yang Grind]. His arms were filled with energy, and his fists were clenched into phoenix eyes, like a big spear, and he faced Chuntai who was coming to kill him head-on.

"die!"

Almost at the moment when the Yin-Yang Grinder disappeared, a dragon-patterned Qi ball suddenly appeared on Chuntai's body surface, and the dragon heads on the double sticks in his hands lit up with four points of divine light, as if a real dragon had descended to the world.

A blow as powerful as that which destroys a mountain.

boom!
Feng Zhao stepped back with his right foot, his center of gravity dropped, and his arms only had enough time to tear the tornado apart. He hurriedly crossed them in front of him. The fierce and overbearing energy was already approaching his body, as if the sky was falling and the earth was collapsing, and a fierce dragon swung its tail and hit his abdomen.

When flesh and iron collided, there was a muffled explosion, and blood immediately spurted out of Feng Zhao's mouth and nose. However, under his exploded sleeves, he found a pair of almost deformed arm armor blocking the pair of iron dragon heads.

"Master, go!"

Two members of the White Lotus Sect risked their lives, grabbed two Maxim heavy motorcycles, and frantically pulled the trigger at Chuntai, whose back was wide open.

"roll!"

Chuntai, who was protected by the dragon-patterned Qi ball, ignored the molten gold stream that attacked him again and raised his hand to give Feng Zhao another blow.

At this moment, a red copper token in Chuntai's arms suddenly shattered, and even his hands and feet movements slowed down a little.

Li Cunyi, who had recovered from the attack by Chuntai on Feng Zhao, quickly rushed over, raised his sword and slashed, and a shocking sword intent rose into the sky in an instant.

If you want to split the blue sky with a white rainbow, you must first cut the purple path with a single sword!
[Sword Intention: Buried in the Underworld]!
(End of this chapter)