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Chapter 372: Bewitching People's Qi and Blood to Explode
Kunpengzi drew a circle on the ground to cover the stall and the two people.

The ground was rising, the sound of the wind was fading away, the surrounding environment was spinning, and in the blink of an eye I was still in the same place, but it seemed like I was in another space, not quite right.

……

Zhou You immediately discovered that this space was independent of Gongliang City, yet it was high above it.

He could clearly see what was happening in every corner of the city, but at the same time...

Zhou You raised his head and looked at Kunpengzi opposite him. The distance that he could originally touch with just a stretch of his hand seemed to be infinitely extended and farther away.

Although it seems within reach now, it is as far away as a mirage.

This is also the unique power of the Nine Ding Seal Script.

Zhou You took a deep breath and said, "This is your foreshadowing."

"You're too kind. It's just a small part of my plan. Apart from you, the variable, everything is calm."

Kunpengzi narrowed his eyes and asked, "Who are you?"

This question was shockingly similar to the one blurted out by Chen Qianzong and others in the city.

"You are not Yan Ping, nor are you Mo Yunzi, and you are not even from my Golden Immortal Sect."

Kunpengzi looked serious, "What is your purpose?"

Zhou You suddenly laughed and said, "It turns out that you can't see through me. What happened to my ability to plan and forge ahead without any omissions?"

For a moment, all the fear and dread of Kunpengzi's mysterious and unpredictable methods disappeared.

Look at the battlefield below...

"Your Majesty, please drive away the evil guest. Get out!"

Yu Jiuzhang clasped his hands together, and seven or eight magical weapons of qi and blood flew out from behind him, spun several circles and landed among the crowd.

The warriors defending the city scattered one after another, fearing that they would be cut by the sharp weapons.

"Evil-breaking and Weapon-controlling Hand!"

I just saw him moving his palms and fingers, and his blood and magic weapons were like arms, each of them looking for the enemy to kill.

This is one of the secret methods of the city gate guards. One person can control thousands of weapons and be invincible.

On another battlefield, General Chen Qian held two guns in his hands, with the gun tips pointing forward like bull horns, charging forward without a single enemy to match him wherever he went.

The martial artists continued to strike out with their palms and kicks, which made dull sounds on his body, but they were unable to cause any injuries.

Boom, boom, boom, the dull sound was like a war drum, which instead encouraged him and he killed and routed the enemy.

"The strength of nine bulls and two tigers in Dayin Mountain can be divided into tiger fist and bull fist. The tiger is terrible at eating people, but the bull is also extraordinary."

That’s right, General Chen Qian also came from Dayin Mountain and was a fellow disciple of Wang Lao Hu.

He practiced the powerful Bull Fist. After mastering it, he had the strength of the sky, and his skin was seamless and invulnerable to swords and guns.

On the battlefield, such a powerful figure is capable of defeating ten enemies at once.

Looking at Xishan Duxiu again, he picked up a stick and exerted force from both ends, smashing the heads of the two martial artists in front and behind him into pieces.

His posture was as leisurely as if he was strolling in the garden. He turned sideways slightly and dodged four or five sharp blade attacks.

Whenever an enemy looked at him, Xishan Duxiu would rush forward with his stick and smash the enemy's head in two or three hits.

The movements are so easy, just like picking ripe fruits in an orchard.

The intermediate and advanced martial artists present were now locked in a life-and-death fight, with no one holding back.

For a moment, everywhere there were twisted and stretched limbs, bodies that swelled like balls due to inhaling, iron swords and guns tearing through the air at an accelerated speed, and dazzling lights shuttled back and forth in the air.

Large holes kept appearing in nearby buildings, corners of walls collapsed, and bottomless holes appeared in the ground.

shhhhhh!
Suddenly, a few drops of ruby-like blood flew out, emitting a bloody aura as strong as flames in the air.

"Step aside!"

One person's pupils dilated. This was the extremely compressed blood and qi of a martial artist, and it was the work of a top-level martial artist. Even if the most insignificant blood and qi exploded, it would be enough to cover an area of ​​dozens of miles and destroy all living things.

That's too late!

A drop of blood and energy fell to the ground, causing the earth to shake. A section of the city wall a hundred meters away sank directly into the ground.

Another bullet of blood and energy was embedded in the forehead of a junior martial artist. His pupils contracted violently, but it was too late. Two companions behind him held his arms and pushed him deep into the ground.

It was pressed 10 meters into the ground, and the qi and blood exploded, leaving no trace of the person involved and a wave of soil dozens of meters high rising from the ground.

"..."

An intermediate martial artist took a deep breath, expanded his palm ten times, carefully caught a drop of blood, and used the grinding wheel technique to circle it around him hundreds of times before pushing it out covered with qi and blood.

The energy and blood exploded a thousand meters outside the city, and a large scorching mushroom cloud rose from the ground.

Condensing and compressing Qi and blood to injure others would be exhausting even for a high-level martial artist, and it is impossible to use it indefinitely.

Therefore, the most dangerous weapons on the battlefield are fists and feet, all of which aim at vital points.

Gongliang City suffered a disaster again. It was destroyed and bombarded over and over again, and the place was in ruins and devastation.

Conservative estimates suggest that recovery will be impossible within a hundred years.

"Your people can't be stopped."

Zhou You said calmly, "Kunpeng, have you thought about how to accept the reality of failure?"

"not necessarily!"

Kunpengzi flicked his sleeves and pointed his finger downwards, "Let me teach you a lesson. Victory or defeat is often not apparent."

There was ink swirling on his face and a trace flashed across it, obviously indicating that he had used some means.

Suddenly, some subtle changes occurred on the battlefield.

Several martial artists suddenly looked at each other, their pupils flashing with a strange light, as if they were sending a signal.

They worked in perfect harmony and followed General Chen Qian's back as he slaughtered everyone in his way!
"Well?"

Chen Qianzong sensed a sign of danger, raised his hand and punched the martial artist in front of him like a cow's hoof, smashing his internal organs, causing him to spit out blood and die.

Then the two pistols crossed and stabbed out to the left and right, with clanging sounds, blocking the weapons that were attacking his left and right ribs.

Just as he was about to use his strength to knock the enemy next to him away, suddenly...

"..."

A junior martial artist is approaching quickly from each of the four directions: east, south, west, and north.

A man rushed forward and was pierced through the chest by his gun, but he showed a strange smile. The gun tip pierced into his chest, but not a drop of blood flowed out, as if it was an empty torn pocket.

The next moment, his head exploded due to the energy and blood that had been compressed to the extreme.

Qi and blood explode!

Chen Qian was caught off guard and was blown back two steps. The two martial artists behind him rushed forward regardless, hugged his waist on the left and right, and their bodies expanded a few times and quickly split apart.

Another explosion of qi and blood?

Several mushroom clouds clustered together and slowly rose into the sky.

After the smoke and dust cleared, half of Chen Qian's face was covered in blood and he looked extremely terrifying. He finally realized that something was wrong.

These people were undoubtedly a mob in terms of their origin, but they were ready to die when they took action, and were more desperate than the assassins trained by aristocratic families. It would be fine if they self-blew up one or two times, but several waves of self-blew up in succession and left no trace of their bodies.

"Be careful, these people are mentally lost and have long lost control of themselves."

When Yu Jiuzhang and Xishan Duxiu received this news, they were also facing desperate attacks that could cause their blood and qi to explode.

The powerful attack just now was interrupted.

The self-destruction of Qi and blood is a way to directly eliminate the gap in strength and challenge a strong enemy with the body of a weak person.

The price is a life. If you don't even want your life, no matter how strong the enemy is, they can't do anything to you, right?
(End of this chapter)