Yamafu Military Affairs

Chapter 424: The Ashes of the Disaster
"open!"

Perhaps it was because he saw the help offered by Li Cunyi, Feng Zhao endured the severe pain, and the two colors of Qi entangled left and right, the Tiangang Qi and the Disha Qi, one black and one white, dyed the three feet in front of him.

Click~
The dragon-patterned Qi ball shattered again. Chuntai twisted his body, withdrew the stick in his left hand to meet the knife light falling from the sky, and the dragon head in his right hand continued to bombard the seriously injured Feng Zhao without slowing down.

Feeling the fierce force of the stick coming at his chest, Feng Zhao concentrated his mind, leaned his upper body back suddenly, planted his right foot on the ground, and kicked up with the toes of his left foot, stepping on Chuntai's diamond-like calf and kicking out.

clang!
There was the sound of metal clashing, sword lights flashing, and dust rising. Chuntai's strong power burst out and he easily swept Li Cunyi, who was left with only the handle of the sword in his hand, away.

The flying blade fragments, wrapped in spiral force, cut the White Lotus Sect members who were manipulating the Maxim into pieces along with their guns. Chuntai snorted coldly, grasped the stick with both hands, tapped the ground with his toes, and in an instant, a terrifying stick shadow appeared. As the dragon head rose and fell, the gate and walls of the boxing arena were completely destroyed.

Seeing that Chuntai was gaining the upper hand and was holding on to Feng Zhao tightly, several old masters of the White Lotus Sect used various means to attack and rescue the enemy.

Hidden weapons fly as fast as lightning; sword shadows sweep as bright as autumn water; the clumsy fire rises as fierce as hell flames.
All the righteous men of China attacked at once, exerting all their strength, and their fists, palms, swords and knives were launched like a violent storm.

Chuntai's tattered python robe was instantly submerged, but the next moment.

"drink!"

A roar resounded throughout the boxing arena, and everyone flew back, some vomiting blood, some staggering. When the noise settled, it was seen that Chuntai, who was already a burly man, had become three times stronger; he had thick eyebrows and tiger eyes, his face was as solemn as gold, and his eyes were shining. The originally tattered python robe could no longer cover that terrifying body, and it collapsed into pieces all over the ground.

Everyone's eyelids jumped, and the knowledgeable martial arts master had already recognized what kind of kung fu Chuntai was using.

"Tiger Roaring Golden Bell! Dragon Roaring Iron Cloth Shirt!"

With a look of shock on his face, Chuntai opened his lips and took a deep breath like a whale taking in water. His chest and abdomen swelled, and the veins in his arms bulged like dragons. He slammed the iron rod in his hand hard into the ground beneath his feet.

boom! boom! boom!
The earth was shaking violently, houses were falling down, as if a real shock wave was exploding in all directions with Chuntai as the center. The Chinese heroes, whose blood was boiling due to the roar just now, were so weak that their muscles and bones were weakened. Faced with these shock waves that were like dragons and tigers running wild, they were all unable to resist for a while. Some died, some were injured, and they were about to be wiped out.

At this moment, Feng Zhao looked at Chuntai, whose murderous intent was rising like fire and whose momentum was like a mad dragon breaking free from its shackles. He suddenly raised his eyes and met Chuntai's murderous eyes directly. Their eyes immediately collided in the air.

[Seal of Life and Death]!
Looking at that pair of eyes, Chuntai suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of alarm in his heart for no reason. Before he could react, he suddenly realized that Feng Zhao's dark eyes, which were clearly black and white, suddenly burst out with a ball of hazy gray light, which flashed and disappeared, going straight through his mind.

If Qin Huai were here, he would definitely be able to recognize through [A Glimpse] that Feng Zhao was using an extremely rare eyewitness technique.

It is said in the boxing classics that what martial artists practice is nothing more than the three samadhi of essence, qi and spirit.

He was like a great boxer who had trained himself both inside and out, with abundant energy and blood, and after many years of fighting, his spirit was naturally condensed, and his eyes were as sharp as swords. Just looking at him was breathtaking and captivating, enough to make his opponent frustrated before the fight even started, and lose momentum.

The White Lotus Sect's eye-witness technique is based on this. It trains the divine light in the eyes, observes the sun and the moon, and condenses extraordinary vision to capture the enemy.

Chuntai is an old villain who has left the world. He has been through many killings and his spirit has been perfect. But even so, he was caught off guard when he met those spiritual eyes. He suddenly seemed to see the sun and the moon in the sky. Feng Zhao in front of him was instantly obscured by those two beams of light and his figure disappeared.

"escape!"

But it was only a moment, and Chuntai, who had the Nine Senses, locked onto Feng Zhao's position. He exerted his mighty power in his hands, and before everything in front of him reappeared, the shadow of the stick, which was comparable to a heavy artillery bombardment, swept across the devastated boxing arena.

Feng Zhao flipped his hand and took out the intricate cloud-scripted [Maoshan Six Ding and Six Jia Shrinking Earth Talisman] and flashed to the side of Du Xinwu and Li Cunyi. The sudden appearance of silver-white light immediately enveloped him and the remaining half of the Chinese heroes.

The shadow of the Qionglong stick came down on the head, and with a loud bang, the ground broken by the earth peak collapsed again.

The silver-white light was quickly shattered by the shadow of the stick, but Feng Zhao and his group disappeared without a trace.

Seeing Feng Zhao leading his men to escape in an unprecedented way, Chuntai, who was unharmed, raised the iron rod in his hand, and a dazzling dragon-patterned Qi ball shot straight into the sky.

Whoosh~bang!
A brilliant ball of fireworks exploded in the night.

In Wuchang Town, many Boxers raised their heads and looked at the ferocious dragon claws that were tearing the sky apart. The Boxers who were originally in the mood to kill suddenly changed their expressions, dropped the Boxers in their hands, and hurriedly ran towards the Yihe headquarters.

These people who stick to the pole and worship Tang are all Chuntai's disciples. They know the old man's power and never thought that this night attack with Chuntai personally leading the attack would end in failure and let the Zhongshan woodcutter escape.

Soon, Puhu Baturu and other commanders rushed from all directions to the main altar where all the houses were destroyed. They looked at the red and white corpses of the martial arts masters and clicked their tongues.

"We must search the whole area and dig deep into the ground to find the culprit of the bandit gang. The rebels are seriously injured and can't escape far."

Chuntai took the black robe handed to him by Baturu and put it on. His dark black and golden Yuan Qi found countless large and small red copper fragments from the ruins and pieced them together into the shape of a token.

"Ancestor, did the Chief make them have any accident?"

Baturu looked at the red copper token, leaned over and asked Chuntai respectfully.

"Well, since he was able to force Yuandu to crush the [Red Dragon Order], it seems that the guardian of the White Lotus Treasure is a rather troublesome [Martial Saint]."

Chuntai was aware of the strength of the six sticky rod envoys under his command, and knew that except for the [Martial Saint], even if those rebels just now rushed forward, they would not be a match for Yuandu and his men.

Yuandu was a man of strange means and a steady temperament. He would never crush the [Red Dragon Order] to inform himself unless it was absolutely necessary.

"[Martial Saint]? Could it be that in addition to that magic spear, there is another [Martial Saint] in this world?"

Baturu's heart trembled, and he vaguely smelled the scent of impending storm.

"I don't know, but the [Martial Saint] is just a bigger ant."

After saying that, Chuntai soared into the sky, transformed into a dragon shadow that pierced through the darkness and headed towards the far west.

It was almost dawn, in a deserted village outside Wuchang Town.

Dozens of bloody figures suddenly appeared in the air, fell to the ground, causing screams of pain.

Du Xinwu, whose arms were broken, bit Li Cunyi's collar and quickly found a flat place to put him down.

Looking at Li Cunyi, whose face was as pale as gold paper, Feng Zhao endured the severe pain, reached into his arms and took out the secret medicine of white lotus, tremblingly knocked out a pill and poured it into his mouth.

Li Cunyi's ribs were previously broken by Chuntai's [Purple Gold Dragon Stick]. In order to rescue Feng Zhao, he was stabbed in the chest. Later, he was blown away by the terrifying shock wave. His Yuan Qi was severely damaged and his five internal organs were injured. In addition, he was getting older, so it was hard to say whether he could be saved.

Li Cunyi lay flat on the ground, looking at Feng Zhao, and forced himself to speak: "In my arms, there are living and dead people, with white flesh."

Before he finished speaking, Feng Zhao had already searched out the bottle of Xingyi secret medicine mixed with [Manqiu Water] from his arms, roughly swept away the broken pieces of the jade bottle, and separated a small part of the medicine residue and poured it into Li Cunyi's mouth.

"Give me one, too." Song Weiyi, whose face turned pale after being kicked in the heart by Chuntai, saw that Li Cunyi's injuries improved immediately after taking the medicine, and he spoke with trembling lips.

"Come on, don't choke."

After Feng Zhao gave the bottle of Xingyi secret medicine, which had been broken into dregs, to several of the most seriously injured Chinese heroes, he suddenly staggered and became shaky.

"Wanming, are you okay?"

Seeing Du Xinwu asking with concern, Feng Zhao opened his eyes and was about to speak when his face turned visibly gray and his breathing became irregular.

After recovering from his shock, Song Weiyi took out his sect's secret medicine and hurriedly gave it to Feng Zhao.

Feng Zhao did not have time to refuse, he sat cross-legged on the ground, swallowed two Wudang pills, and then his face regained some color: "I just fought the enemy, and my Qi was severely depleted, I just need to rest."

"That Chuntai is definitely not a human. How could this world produce such a monster?!"

Looking at the righteous men of China, of which only one in ten survived, the lucky survivor, Elder Bai Lian, held his face in his hands and growled in pain.

"The only one who can rival the Martial Saint is the Martial Saint."

Li Cunyi looked away from Feng Zhao and gazed at the vast night sky, mumbling, "Perhaps, we have to go to Nanjing."

"Go find Li the Sharpshooter? Is he the Martial Saint?"

Song Weiyi, who had never actually fought with Li Shuwen, was a little surprised. He seemed to find it hard to believe that the current leader of an eighth-level sect was a Martial Saint.

"The old leader has been studying the principles of boxing for a hundred years, but he still hasn't made that step. The Divine Spear Li has some reputation, but to say that he is a [Martial Saint] is really hard for us to believe."

There was an old man named Bai Lian who was straightforward and questioned.

"I don't know if you have ever heard of this saying."

Li Cunyi paused and continued, "The Martial Saint has his weaknesses, but the Divine Spear really kills people. The three words Divine Spear Li are 50% important, and the word Divine Spear accounts for 50%. Don't forget, Tongchen is the Divine Spear of this generation, but his master, his master's grandfather, and his forefather are all Divine Spears as well. As of today, the entire Baji Sect has had five generations of Divine Spears!"

"You mean, Senior Tongchen's spear is extraordinary?"

There was a gleam in Feng Zhao's eyes, as if he had thought of something.

"It's not just extraordinary, it's the art of understanding the laws of nature. Otherwise, why did Chuntai not come earlier or later, but took advantage of the absence of his colleagues in Zhili to come to Wuchang and launch this night attack?"

Li Cunyi had a close relationship with Li Shuwen and knew many more secrets than Qin Huai, the senior disciple of Baji Sect. He immediately stood up and pointed to the east.

"Okay, I'll leave a letter to tell Sister Lian and Jingbo where we're going, and then I'll escort Mr. Zhong to Nanjing."

Feng Zhao saw that what Li Cunyi said made sense, so he immediately decided on the next course of action for everyone.
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Qinling Mountains, Zhongnan Mountains.

The vast expanse of white snow covered the gray and dry forests. Among the mountains, there was a beggar covered in blood, walking from west to east. His legs seemed to be tied with armor and horses. He faced the flying snow and left behind a rolling dust.

At this moment, there was a sudden thunder in the sky, and a dragon shadow, which was extremely long due to its extremely fast speed, flashed and landed in front of the beggar in the blink of an eye.

"Yuan Du, how many years have you not been this embarrassed?"

Chuntai, wearing a black robe and holding two sticks, looked at Yuandu, who was neither human nor ghost, and looked around, but did not see any other masters.

"Your Majesty, don't look at it anymore. Quzhi and the others are here."

Yuandu, with a pale face and black lips, stretched out his hand, and five blood blade fragments as smooth as new were lying quietly in his palm.

"Except for you, no one escaped?"

Chuntai frowned and grabbed the five blood blade fragments. His face did not show any regret for the misfortune and death of the Five Emissaries of the Sticky Pole. Instead, he waved his hand and injected a dragon-patterned Qi ball full of vitality into Yuandu.

"This experience is truly bizarre. It's not an exaggeration to say that it's the incarnation of the Fire Star Lord. If I hadn't been proficient in the art of the word Gen, I wouldn't have been able to escape the fierce light of heaven and earth that was comparable to a dragon or snake rising from the land."

Pink new flesh and white skin grew on Yuandu's body, and all injuries, big and small, began to recover rapidly.

"Oh? Is he a great immortal who has pushed his life cultivation to the pinnacle and mainly cultivates the fire elemental qi?"

After hearing what Yuandu said, Chuntai understood why the six envoys of the sticky pole had stumbled. Among the six grand masters, only Yuandu escaped.

After all, water and fire are mutually exclusive. The grandmaster of the sticky pole who relies on the water dragon energy to "ripen" is most afraid of the extremely yang and strong fire elemental Qi. If they happen to run into a great immortal who is comparable to the [Martial Saint], and his major is the fateful fire elemental Qi, then it is not surprising that they are in such a tragic situation now.

Yuan Du calmed himself down and said with a wry smile, "Your Highness, the man who attacked was none other than Qin Huai, the senior disciple of Baji Sect, who we had tried to capture and kill in Tianjin a few days ago but failed! That man's facial features are exactly the same as Qin Huai's, but his demeanor is more calm and his methods are quite different. I guess he is his brother. If Your Highness wants to take the treasure, he must use his martial arts skills to ambush and kill him with one blow."

"In that case, you don't have to go with me. Bring them back to the Forbidden City and raise them in the ancestral temple. There may be a chance that they can fake their death and come back to life someday."

Chuntai was a little surprised in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face. He just returned the five blood blade fragments to their original state of being almost round again.

Yuandu's eyes moved slightly, but he didn't say anything after taking it.

"Ten years ago, this blood blade cut off the Qing dynasty's tail and saved its life. Although it looks unlucky, I did not destroy it because it was blessed by heaven. It was completely stained by the water dragon energy of the Jianzhou Jurchens and has become a set of magical instruments that nourish the soul and embody consciousness."

Chuntai went on to say, "Quzhi and the others are already great masters. As long as their spiritual energy is not completely shattered by the fierce light of heaven and earth when their physical bodies are destroyed, their consciousness will be absorbed by the blood blade fragments in an instant, giving them a chance to linger."

"A horse-riding immortal?"

"Yes, this can indeed be said to be the method used by the shamans."

Chuntai nodded, agreeing with Yuandu's guess.

"Your Majesty, Brother Qin Huai has mysterious means, so we must be on guard."

"No matter how ingenious your methods are, if you dare to stand in my way, the only outcome is death."

Chuntai thought about his life span which had become shorter due to the series of actions in recent days, and the elixir of life in Bai Lian's collection, shook his head, and suddenly disappeared.

(End of this chapter)