Yamafu Military Affairs

Chapter 439 Through fire and water
boom!
Colorful white lightning pillars filled the sky and earth. The condensed lightning liquid like water could melt gold, stone, bone and wood. Those stone sculptures of shamans that walked out of temples were all turned into ashes. Even the rocks on Longgang Mountain hissed, and it seemed that they could not bear it.

If Qin Huai's previous move, which was covered with reverse blood veins, had split the Longgang Mountain into a huge crack from top to bottom, straight to the ground, then the long lightning column that Ao Ling blasted down with the power of the heavenly tribulation was equivalent to stuffing another huge bomb with a full equivalent into the crack of the mountain.

Once the bomb explodes, old masters with mining experience know that the power is so great that it is no exaggeration to say that mountains and rivers will collapse and the dust will cover the sun.

Thinking of this, all the Chinese heroes who were still on Longgang Mountain were heartbroken.

It is no problem to let them fight desperately with the Qing court's running dogs. After all, even if they sacrifice themselves, their death will be heroic and as heavy as Mount Tai. But if they are unlucky enough to be sent to the underworld by the aftermath of the battle, their death will be too trifling and totally not worth it.

Fortunately, Ao Ling knew the seriousness of the situation. After the dazzling lightning column slowly dissipated between heaven and earth, it left behind only a huge black hole that led all the way to the bottom of the mountain.

"Grass!"

Seeing the shaman puppets accumulated in the ancestral temple of the Qing Dynasty over the years turned to ashes in the blink of an eye, Gan Fengchi, who was covered in wounds but in high spirits, cursed angrily, and with all his strength, he quickly rushed towards Li Shuwen with his bloody fist again without fear or hesitation.

hiss~
Li Shuwen didn't even look at him. He took a deep breath, and clenched the silver spear with his rough hands, whose muscles were sore from fighting for a long time. Then his eyelids trembled, his eyes drooped, and he suddenly pulled back. Thunderous sounds arose from his chest and abdomen, and were squeezed out from his throat. The six-harmony Gangjin that was like thunder and the pure Yuanqi without any impurities vibrated in his body, passed through his limbs and bones, and spit out a three-foot spear light from the tip of the spear.

As soon as the fists and spears collided, the ruins of Yongling, which had long been in ruins, erupted with circles of shock waves that were like real things. Seeing that Li Shuwen's Qi was still domineering, but his energy was obviously not as good as Li Shuwen's in the first battle, Gan Fengchi, who was still full of energy after fighting with him for hundreds of rounds, did not say anything. He drew the sword light as cold as a pool of autumn water in an instant, and turned around his body, turning into a wild python in the rain; then he touched the ground with one foot, his body was like a spinning top, and the sword tip gathered momentum in the rain for three circles. As the whistling and violent Qi spread out layer by layer, it swept towards Li Shuwen's neck like a wave splitting the sea.

In just a moment, Li Shuwen's foresight prompted his body to react subconsciously. The silver spear in his hand suddenly tightened and blocked horizontally. The vital energy that quickly covered his body shattered countless falling raindrops, creating a cloud of turbid water. The sword light had already cut the spear.

Stab~
A teeth-grinding sound of metal friction was heard, and the gun barrel was pressed into an arc by the fierce force of the Broken Sword.

Gan Fengchi snorted coldly, and his wrist suddenly turned and sank. The originally taut and straight broken sword suddenly softened from the point where he put his strength. The lower half of the sword was like an iron mace hitting a pillar, while the upper half became a blade whip and continued to scrape towards Li Shuwen's neck.

As if he had anticipated this, Li Shuwen raised his arm and elbow, with five fingers curled inward, and had already stopped the sword halfway. He thrust his elbow forward and exerted force, and actually went forward along the point where the spear and sword collided, straight to the dragon's lair!
However, before he could move forward and force further, he suddenly saw the person in front of him who seemed to be free from the ground, with the muscles in his arms bulging high. The man came out of the wind and rain like an angry rhinoceros, as fast as a ghost. He raised his arm and punched Li Shuwen in the chest.

"Yuan Qi?!"

Li Shuwen didn't bother to look at Feng Zhao who was maintaining the yin-yang grinding wheel. He swung his hand holding the front end of the silver spear down suddenly, and the spear body faced the unparalleled heavy punch. However, when the two collided, the swollen giant arm did not send any strong force, but was soft like cotton. As soon as it touched, the five fingers that were closed into a fist suddenly stretched out like a knife, slid over the spear body, and stabbed into Li Shuwen's chest. The flesh palm that was as smooth as a jade stalk instantly expanded its tendons, and the blood and qi surged, and it was sharp and unstoppable.

Double thrust, dragon riding fist, butterfly wing palm.

What a sinister strategy of repairing the plank road in the open while secretly attacking Chencang.

Li Shuwen's heart skipped a beat, and he raised his left palm to the sky, hitting his wrist with the gun. Taking advantage of the space created before, he stretched out his left arm, and aimed his neck-killing hand at Gan Fengchi's throat.

However, Gan Fengchi seemed to have anticipated this. He used his waist as the axis, leaned his upper body backward, and smashed Li Shuwen's shoulder with his butterfly-wing palm. Then he locked and captured him, and in a flash he used his powerful physique to pull off Li Shuwen's right arm!
"what!"

Li Shuwen cried out in a low voice, but his feet did not stop. He kicked Gan Fengchi in the lower abdomen with a kick full of Qi force from bottom to top, catching him off guard and sending him flying.

"Hold on, fellow ministers!"

Li Cunyi and Song Weiyi, who had just dealt with the two brothers Mingzhi and Mingzhen, saw the fighting situation here and immediately withdrew from it. They came from all directions with several other martial arts masters who had been under much less pressure in the siege of the stone sculptures because of the help of Ao Ling's thunder, wanting to help Li Shuwen who had been holding Gan Fengchi back for a long time.

Previously, due to the gap in hard power, the twelve martial arts masters found it difficult to intervene in the fight between Gan Fengchi, Li Shuwen, Qin Huai and Chuntai, so they took the initiative to turn their guns and attack together, attacking the two brothers Mingzhi and Mingzhen, who were in tune with each other and whose combined attack was no less than that of a martial saint, and Cao Jiuling, whose horizontal training skills were comparable to Chuntai's and who had no weaknesses at all.

Be it the two brothers with their well-rounded moves and telepathic connection, or Cao Jiuling who only attacks and does not defend and has a body as strong as a diamond, all of them have combat power far exceeding that of ordinary grandmasters. It is commendable that the remaining twelve grandmasters of Shenzhou did not suffer any casualties when facing these three people.

After all, unlike the three tomb keepers who had practiced hard for more than a hundred years in the Qing Dynasty ancestral temple and were only one step away from becoming a martial saint, most of the Shenzhou masters were "young people" who had only realized the meaning of boxing, achieved great Dan Jin, and had Yuan Qi all over their bodies in recent years. In the words of Yanfu Xingzou, a group of newcomers who had just entered the Eight Extremes were going to face off against three peak Eight Extremes with extremely deep foundations. Although the Shenzhou masters had the advantage in numbers, they were far behind in other aspects.
If Qin Huai had not used his killing move to severely injure the two brothers Mingzhi and Mingzhen, the masters of Shenzhou would have taken the opportunity to finish them off and solved this major problem, freeing up a lot of manpower. The shaman puppet summoned by Chuntai at the last moment alone would have been enough to drag everyone present into an abyss of no return.

At this time, seeing that the indestructible Cao Jiuling was entangled by Ban Hougong, known as "Little Yang Invincible", and Lao Guanye, who was good at long-range attack, and Kunlun swordsman Xiyan, and Feng Zhao, who had no energy and was exhausted, was also protected by Xu Aishi of the Natural Gate and the old monk from the three Putuo temples, Li Cunyi, who was able to hear and see in all directions, naturally knew who would decide the outcome of the next battle.

I was just about to watch the fight between the two martial saints, Gan Fengchi and Li Shuwen.

If Li Shuwen wins, then the remaining Cao Jiuling will naturally not be a concern. No matter how strong his physique is, he cannot withstand a shot from Wuerda.

But on the other hand, if Gan Fengchi wins, the remaining twelve masters in the game will be no different from sandbags, unless Qin Huai can deal with Chuntai early and return to support in time, thus defeating the strong with the weak.

Thinking of this, and seeing Li Shuwen with a broken arm and a gun, Li Cunyi raised his sword and slashed it. The water droplets on his eyelashes burst in an instant. His eyes were as cold as two balls of faint ghost fire. The Qi energy rising from his dantian was surging and trembling, all concentrated in the sword.

hum~
The astonishing sword intent soared into the sky in an instant, and in a trance, there seemed to be a sword light like a rainbow piercing the sun bursting out in the misty rain, cutting through the turbid evil world!
[Sword Intention: Buried in the Underworld]!
There was a heavy rain and thunder. Looking at the white rainbow that left traces in the rain and was then washed away, Gan Fengchi picked up the broken arm in his hand, bit off a large piece of flesh and blood and swallowed it into his stomach. With one hand, he stroked the hilt of the sword with his fingertips, letting the knife light come at him. His eyes were filled with scarlet blood, and he looked straight at it without avoiding it, and the sword suddenly fell to cut off the enemy.

Killing swords were flying everywhere, knife lights were shattering, and murderous intent filled the air. Li Cun Yi and the others seemed to be firmly locked in. Even though they all had the courage to fight to the death, at this moment they felt a tingling chill running down their spines, and all the pores on their bodies tightened spontaneously, and their hairs stood up.

In an instant, everyone felt that the situation ahead was extremely dangerous, as if they would die or their clan would be wiped out. No matter how they evaded and maneuvered, they could not escape the murderous intent that was like a thorn in the flesh. It was as if the world had been turned upside down and there was no place for them to stay in the world, and their five senses and six senses could not find a way to survive.

"Focus your mind and don't be intimidated by his appearance."

Li Shuwen was also a martial saint, so he naturally knew that the world perceived by Li Cunyi and others was not the sky above their heads and the earth under their feet, but the world formed after the inner scene of Gan Fengchi was completely connected with the outer scene.

As the saying goes, "When an ordinary man gets angry, blood splatters five steps away." The five steps between the enemy and us are the ordinary man's world.

The three-foot sword that kills people is talking about this truth. But the person in front of him is definitely not just five steps, nor is it ten steps or a hundred steps, but wherever the external scene extends, it is all the free world!
Suddenly, a sword strike interrupted his reminder. The Qiu Shui sword with fine blood patterns on it seemed to turn into a nimble blood-red dragon in the rain and crashed into his chest.

The rain curtain exploded, and Li Shuwen completely swallowed the [Dragon Ginseng Honey Slices] in his mouth. He raised the silver spear in his hand high, and threw out a stack of purple talismans as if they were free. The vital and clear nectar covered the broken wound, and new bones, flesh and fascia slowly grew out.

boom!
There were lightning and thunder, and the sky and earth were dim.

Suddenly, the blood-red mad dragon swept away the Wudang sword immortal Song Weiyi's strangling and killing move [Snake Cutting Against Scales] like a rotten wood; it destroyed the Tiger-headed Young Guard Sun Lutang's dragon-snake combined attack that integrated various boxing styles into one; it knocked down the Xingyi Grandmaster Guo Yunshen's half-step collapse fist that was known all over the world, and killed Li Shuwen directly.

The killing sword versus the divine spear, the immortal body versus the ultimate intention!

Both of them had already felt the murderous intent emanating from each other, and the murderous intent in their eyes was like thunder and fire colliding with each other, suddenly emitting a dazzling light.

Li Shuwen raised his Qi force and shook the silver spear. He gripped the spear with his only remaining left hand and grasped the spear with his armpit. He moved the grass to find the snake, and the flying spear light turned into a red-horned silver dragon about ten feet long and stabbed towards Gan Fengchi, going straight to the center of his eyebrows, causing wind and rain to swirl.

The killing sword has arrived. Gan Fengchi, who has cut off the Martial Saint's arm, has bloodshot eyes and seems to be insane, but his fighting style is still meticulous.

A few feet in length is still a long way for ordinary people, but it is just a blink of an eye for the master. What's more, he is a rare martial saint in the world. The difference in weapons between spear and sword is not an absolute factor affecting victory or defeat.

As his mind raced, Gan Fengchi's eyes suddenly focused, his gaze fixed on Li Shuwen's shoulder. He moved forward and stabbed with the sword while deliberately spurting out Qi from his palm. The killing sword in his hand immediately flew out, but was stopped by the tip of the gun as he expected.

Seeing Li Shuwen's spear clenched and his shoulders tightened, Gan Fengchi dodged and crouched, wrapping his arms around his waist, and while the silver spear was hitting him hard, he raised his knee to attack his lower abdomen, trying to break his lumbar vertebrae and destroy his dantian at the same time!
Suddenly, Li Shuwen dropped his gun, raised his knee to hit his head, and smashed down with his left elbow, landing on the big dragon of Gan Fengchi's spine that was delivered to him!
[The hard punch has no second impact, and the falling elbow is like a meteorite]!
There is no need to avoid it, as this one strike will determine the outcome!

The same thought flashed through the minds of both of them at the same time, and the murderous intent between their fists and feet was pure.

boom!
The elbow fell and blood splattered.

The rain was so heavy that it blocked their eyes, but in front of the two people it seemed like nothing, and all the changes in each other were seen by each other.

In the end, Gan Fengchi took advantage of his strong physique and seized the initiative with his unmatched speed. His right knee hit Li Shuwen's lower abdomen, creating a horrific bloody hole and gushing out countless organ fragments. But before he could wrap his arms around his waist, Li Shuwen's knee and elbow came at the same time. The knee and elbow, which contained extreme power, smashed Gan Fengchi's upper body into an arc of nearly 90 degrees. The jade-white bone stump pierced the heavy gold fascia and scarlet skin, exposing it to the heavy rain, which was extremely tragic.

At first glance, it seems like a lose-lose situation.

Li Shuwen endured the severe pain, raised his right knee and kicked out, kicking Gan Fengchi far away again.

"kill!"

Without waiting for Gan Fengchi to fall to the ground, Li Cunyi, seeing this good opportunity, roared like a tiger and swallowed a gulp of wind and rain. His palms holding the sword showed his muscles and bones, and the sword light that covered the sun reappeared. Any rain that blocked his way was immediately chopped into raindrops by the desperate sword intent. The Yuan Qi swept through, full of determination.

"Disciple, I'm here to help you!"

Guo Yunshen's feet took root with every step, and his limbs and bones were all filled with Qi. His two fists, which were originally as thin as sticks, suddenly saw the blood surge, first turning red, then red to black, and in the blink of an eye they became as thick as hammers, emitting a terrifying murderous intent.

The fist was like a cannon or a crossbow, tearing silk and shaking the air. In just a moment, raindrops exploded and the collapsing fist came to kill!
At the same time, Song Weiyi and Sun Lutang, who had failed to achieve success before, also launched their killing moves again. Together with Wang Wuye who had arrived, they each found a tricky angle and attacked Gan Fengchi, who was full of flaws in mid-air!

Feeling the many deadly moves that were difficult to escape, Gan Fengchi seemed to be unaware of it. He stretched out his blood-stained tongue and licked the minced meat remaining on his lips, as if he was savoring some delicious food.

“So, this is the ultimate intention.”

The overwhelming murderous intent, as Li Cunyi and his men took action, had sealed the sky and locked the earth, trapping Gan Fengchi firmly in a siege array. The intent spread like a tide, causing Feng Zhao, who was watching the battle from a distance, to feel his skin shudder, as if on fire, and his heartstrings tense.

Gan Fengchi's eyes became brighter and brighter, his cheeks clenched, his chest and abdomen shook and swelled violently, causing a low cow moo and several consecutive toad croaks. With only half of his spine left trembling, he actually relied on his astonishing Qi-Jin attainments to drive the Buddha's tendon martial arts to pull the two broken Taoist bones back into his body and hide them under his skin.

At this moment, the killing move came down, swords, knives, fists and palms fell like raindrops, all hitting Gan Fengchi.

But Gan Fengchi just spun his fists in Tai Chi and pushed out horizontally. Many killing moves disappeared in an instant, and the faces of several people changed.

"Bull strength? Toad fishing skill?"

Song Weiyi looked at Gan Fengchi's Wudang miraculous skills, and then thought of his bizarre method of pulling bones and turning around just now, and said in a lost voice: "There is also Yi Jin Jing?!"

The wild bull trains the body, using the spine to control the limbs and bones; fishing for toads trains the Qi, using the primordial Qi to nourish the spiritual consciousness; changing the tendons and activating the blood circulation, using marrow washing to heal internal and external injuries.

The Gan Fengchi in front of him has been obsessed with the immortal martial arts for two hundred years, and his various methods are simply beyond reason.

Without waiting for the others to make any move, Gan Fengchi suddenly frowned and raised his eyes, only to see a storm raging in the sky, with waves rolling up, and the siphon vortex expanding larger and deeper, blocking out the sky and the sun, and no light could be seen. At first glance, it seemed as if the sky was collapsing and was about to fall into the earth, as if it could be touched.

In the thick and dense black clouds, colorful white lightning flickered and rumbled, and countless twisting arcs of electricity crackled, wandering and scattering in the clouds like thousands of golden snakes dancing wildly, reflecting a lone figure holding his head high, standing proudly with a gun.

"Chuntai is dead, why don't the remaining bandits surrender?"

(End of this chapter)