Who among the gangsters wants to fall in love?

Chapter 385 Killing the Dragon
Whoosh————

Under the setting sun, the breeze swept, and the tiny ears of wheat looked like an inverted Milky Way, rising up to the sky. The two figures standing opposite each other in the wheat field remained motionless, with only a corner of their cloak lifted up to reveal their blood.

On a hillside in the distance, Zi Yi was lying on the ground, looking at the wheat field below. He saw Zhao Wumian kill the King of Nanzhao and his guards with one knife. His heart skipped a beat, thinking that Zhao Wumian was really angry.

I'm afraid that even those people from the Western Regions don't incur Zhao Wumian's hatred as much as Zhu Jiutian.

Luo Xiangzhu also lay there with a worried look on her face. She held her breath and dared not make a sound. Although it was Zhao Wumian and Zhu Jiutian who were fighting, she began to sweat on her forehead.

She looked at Zi Yi...Can she win?

Zi Yi roughly understood what she meant and shook her head slightly.

do not know.

Zhu Jiutian rarely shows up in the martial arts world and can be described as a hidden old monster. No one even knows what his martial arts are. All we know is that he is a man of the same era as Wudamu.

Zhu Jiutian has lived at least a hundred years longer than Zhao Wumian, which means he has practiced martial arts for a hundred years longer. The accumulation of time cannot be ignored, so if they really fight, Zi Yi can't help but feel scared...

There was no other sound in Mai Ye except the sound of the wind. There was only each other in the eyes of the two people, and nothing else mattered.

Zhu Jiutian had one hand behind his waist and the other hanging casually at his side. He wore a jade ring on his thumb and a red brocade robe. He looked much more like a noble prince than Zhao Wumian at the moment. He looked at Zhao Wumian with a hint of interest in his eyes.

For a man of his age, he can only be interested when it comes to improving his martial arts. However, Zhao Wumian's martial arts feud, which came fourteen years late, still made him feel a little touched that he is still a man of the martial arts world.

Since he became the Nanzhao Imperial Master, he had been assassinated and plotted against, but Zhao Wumian was the first one who dared to come and seek revenge openly with a knife in hand.

He knew that Zhao Wumian had come here to seek revenge and was well prepared. He couldn't help but want to see... how much has the martial arts of this young man improved now, who was almost turned into a bloody mist by his palm?
Zhao Wumian stared at Zhu Jiutian. He had never seen this man take action before, but he heard Jiuer mention Zhu Jiutian in a few words and it seemed like he was proficient in all kinds of weapons.

The first time we met on the grassland, he was using a heavy mace. The second time in Shu, he was wearing a long sword on his waist. And now... without any weapons, but with fists and palm skills?

He wanted to test it out, so he rubbed the handle of the knife for a moment, then suddenly tightened his grip and pulled it sideways.

bang——

But when the knife was an inch out and had not yet been unsheathed, the man in red in front of him bent his legs slightly. Before he could exert any force, his qi force crushed the surrounding wheat into pieces. Immediately afterwards, his legs suddenly straightened, and the whole person rolled on the ground like a dragon or python. The wheat waves on both sides suddenly scattered into the sky, leaving a ten-foot-wide groove in the wheat field!
His five fingers were like hooks, leaving five marks in the wheat ears, heading straight for Zhao Wumian's neck.

Zhu Jiutian was a man of noble temperament, but when he rushed over at this moment, he didn't look the least bit elegant and graceful. Instead, he gave Zhao Wumian the feeling of a ferocious beast that would choose its prey to devour, which made people feel creepy and ferocious.

Zhu Jiutian did not bring any weapon. Zhao Wumian had an innate advantage in weapons, so he would not indulge him. In the wheat field, the only sound was a "clang" and the friction of swords.

A cold light flashed, like moonlight in the rain, or the sound of a cold pond, and it brushed lightly upwards along Zhu Jiutian's forearm and went straight to his throat. Although Zhao Wumian was using a horizontal sword, he brought the lightness of the sword to the extreme.

Before Zhao Wumian lost his memory, his weapon was a long sword. After he regained his memory, he recovered all his previous martial arts skills.

No matter how high your martial arts skills are, you are still a mortal after all, and the throat, heart, dantian and forehead are vital points that can never be avoided.

Attack where there is a need for rescue, and generally only these few places are attacked.

But Zhu Jiutian did not dodge, instead a hint of sneer flashed in his eyes. Zhao Wumian realized something was wrong after he drew his knife. The cold light was like a dragonfly skimming the water, and it disappeared as soon as it touched Zhu Jiutian's neck. The fragile throat should have been pierced with a bloody hole, but at this moment, it made a crisp sound of metal colliding.

Zhao Wumian secretly thought that Zhu Jiutian had practiced horizontal training. He retracted his move in time and his figure suddenly disappeared from the spot. His speed was so fast that it seemed as if he disappeared out of thin air.

But before he could make a move, the sneer in Zhu Jiutian's eyes became even more intense. He suddenly clenched his five fingers, as if clamping something in the void. He twisted his waist and abdomen violently, pulled to the side, and his forearm muscles bulged, and he punched the air to the side with a heavy hammer!
"drink!"

The wheat field beneath his feet could not withstand Zhu Jiutian's force at all and immediately sank downwards, and the wheat beside his feet turned into powder on the spot.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Wumian appeared right after him and at the perfect position for his attack, which was obviously predicted by Zhu Jiutian.

A trace of astonishment flashed in his eyes. After the jade pendant was transformed into the void and entered his body, it was impossible to detect his whereabouts in advance by sensing alone. Even Shamantian couldn't do it. Why did Zhu Jiutian...

Zhu Jiutian seemed to be able to see the confusion in Zhao Wumian's heart, but he had the leisure to smile faintly at this moment and uttered two short words.

"intuition."

Intuition? How come you are not a human but a beast? Why is your intuition so accurate?

Without thinking too much, Zhao Wumian's body was like a willow leaf swaying in the wind. He raised his hand and lightly pressed on Zhu Jiutian's forearm to use the force to flip in the air. He turned his wrist slightly and grasped the knife with his backhand. His body spun in the air, and the blade emitted a cold light in the setting sun.

?

Zhu Jiutian did not expect Zhao Wumian's reaction to be so fast. You know, reaction is one thing, and whether the body can keep up is another. Zhao Wumian deserves the title of the fastest swordsman in the world.

Zhu Jiutian's speed is obviously a little slower than Zhao Wumian's, but he always manages to arrive first. He raises his other arm and engages fist and knife!

Boom————

A muffled thunder suddenly sounded among the flying wheat ears. The golden wheat within several feet around the two people was flattened by the energy and turned into powder in the air.

Zhu Jiutian's red robe cracked inch by inch in the blink of an eye, and he slid sideways under the powerful energy, leaving a long and deep groove in the wheat field before he released the force and stopped.

Zhao Wumian's cloak puffed up in the air like a falcon spreading its wings. His long boots tapped the wheat tips several times to lightly remove the force. He glanced to the side, a trace of surprise emerged in his heart.

The jade ring on Zhu Jiutian's fingertips had long been shattered, but there was no blood on his hands. Instead, the skin on his fist was like a broken doll, with cracks appearing. Later, the cracks became bigger, and several pieces of skin fell off. However, beneath the skin, it was not the flesh and blood tissue of an ordinary person, but hideous black scales.

This man in red, who looked as noble as a king, suddenly looked a little weird and scary in the blink of an eye.

Zi Yi and Luo Xiangzhu in the distance were both startled. The little mute quickly covered her red lips, her beautiful eyes widened, looking at Zi Yi in disbelief.

This, this Zhu Jiutian is not a human at all, he, he is a monster! How can Zhao Wumian fight him?

Zi Yi was a master of Gu Dao and had often been in contact with terrifying Gu insects. She quickly came to her senses, her beautiful eyes full of surprise and confusion. She raised her hand to let the little white snake emerge from her sleeve.

The little white snake sniffed in the direction of Zhu Jiutian and nodded repeatedly.

Zi Yi lowered her voice, her tone was surprised.
"Zhu Jiutian has a strong smell of poisonous insects, as if he has transformed from a human into a poisonous insect... But I have never heard of what kind of poison it is. It is obviously a new one he developed... He has been hiding in Nanzhao for decades, probably for this."

Luo Xiangzhu became even more anxious after hearing this. Just looking at Zhu Jiutian's appearance was enough to scare ordinary people to death, let alone fighting with him... Zi Yi also bit her lower lip, looking a little at a loss.

She had never heard of this Gu. If even Zhao Wumian's innate all-poison body couldn't withstand it...

In the wheat field, Zhu Jiutian pinched his palms covered with black scales. His fingertips were like dragon claws, and the front ends even had curved hooks, shining with a cold light. This action quickly stimulated more cracks in the skin, and even spread to the forearms, with crisp and crackling sounds.

He looked at his unusual palm, or dragon claw, and then looked at Zhao Wumian with an admiring tone,

"That's amazing. Fourteen years have passed, and your martial arts skills are comparable to Wudamu's... It takes ten years for a martial arts world to produce many heroes, but this generation will be your ten years."

Although Zhu Jiutian was praising Zhao Wumian, he obviously regarded him as a junior. As an old man in the martial arts world who was over a hundred years old, he did have the qualifications and martial arts skills. However, he was still saying these things in the middle of a fight, which seemed to be not taking Zhao Wumian seriously.

Zhao Wumian put the sword into his left hand and lightly pinched his numb right hand in the air. Seeing this scene, he had some guesses about Zhu Jiutian's background.

The Jiuli technique focuses on using people to make poison, and uses this as its foundation. I don't know what weird technique this guy used, but he actually used himself to make the poison.

However, Jiuli used humans to refine Gu, and they were looking for the Gu poison, while Zhu Jiutian wanted to turn himself into a Gu, which is why he ended up in this state.

Zhu Jiutian is cruel to others and even crueler to himself, which is why he has a body covered with weapons and the instinct of a beast that can predict the future.

This Gu is probably called 'Dragon Transformation Gu'? However, Zhu Jiutian is the Dragon Transformation Gu itself.

"You old monster, why are you nagging me? I'm going to peel off your skin in a moment."

Zi Yi and Luo Xiangzhu were so frightened that their faces turned pale, but Zhao Wumian was not afraid at all. With blood vengeance at stake, he would pick up his sword and chop without saying a word even if the monster in front of him was really a monster.

Before he finished speaking, Zhao Wumian rushed forward with his sword, wearing a green shirt, took three steps forward in the wheat field, and then suddenly burst out with his legs slightly bent.

Zi Yi and Luo Xiangzhu only saw Zhao Wumian suddenly disappear from the spot, and could only see a line of silver light from his sword crossing a distance of dozens of feet in the blink of an eye and reaching in front of Zhu Jiutian.

No matter how much Zhu Jiutian treated Zhao Wumian as a junior, he had to admit that the title of the fastest sword in the world was well-deserved. But no matter how fast the sword was, what use would it be if it couldn't break the defense?

He snorted coldly without even looking. Following his instinct, he raised his arm and punched with exaggerated force, hitting Zhao Wumian's blade directly.

Zhu Jiutian wanted to defeat Zhao Wumian head-on. He punched him without reservation. Thick blue veins were faintly visible under the scales of his dragon claws, and a muffled thunder sounded in the void.

As the fist wind raged, the yellow soil in the wheat field was immediately shoveled up, revealing the black hard soil underneath!

Far in the distance on the official road, there were travelers fleeing from Dali towards the heartland of Nanzhao. They all suddenly heard a loud thunder in broad daylight and looked in horror towards the wheat field where the two men were fighting.

Zi Yi and Luo Xiangzhu's faces turned pale when they saw the aftermath of the punch.

But immediately afterwards, a trace of horror appeared in Zhu Jiutian's eyes. When the sharp blade was about to touch his fist, it was like a mirage, passing through his fist without any hindrance...

Turning reality into illusion! Wrong Jin Boshan furnace! Zhao Wumian has a wrong Jin Boshan furnace! ? That's right! The crimson pearl jade is on Xiao Jiuer. After so many years, Zhao Wumian should have found it...

Zhu Jiutian has a lot of experience in the martial arts world. He knew that one of the martial arts masters of the Chen Kingdom royal family a hundred years ago also knew this move, so he recognized it at a glance!
Zhu Jiutian's eyes suddenly became wild. If he could kill Zhao Wumian...

It was obviously the first time that Zhao Wumian used it, and he was not yet proficient. In the blink of an eye, the blade pierced through his fist and came to Zhu Jiutian's neck, and then turned into nothingness and passed through.

The punch was powerful, but the two men passed each other and turned their backs to each other. However, Zhao Wumian's reaction was obviously faster. Without time to feel upset, he stepped on the ground with one leg and turned around suddenly.

Bang!
An unreserved kick landed heavily on the back of Zhu Jiutian's head. No matter how strong his physique was, he could hardly stabilize his center of gravity due to the energy. With a few crisp "cracking" sounds, Zhu Jiutian's whole body leaned forward, landed on his face, and then rolled forward like a windmill.

Zhao Wumian's face suddenly turned red, and blood flowed from the corners of his mouth. It was not that he was injured, but this method of turning reality into illusion was too damaging to his body.

Unlike Naraku Red Thread, whether it is backtracking or accelerated deduction, Zhao Wumian relies on Naraku Red Thread... just with the help of external objects.

However, this method of transforming into nothingness was something he figured out himself using the green jade pendant in his body as a medium.

This is not a martial art, but it can be called a profound and magical art.

Even though Zhao Wumian had already become a congenital body through the green jade pendant, and was even a bridge connecting heaven and earth, he felt darkness in front of his eyes at this moment, and was about to faint.

This is not a magical technique that he can use at will at his current level, as it puts too much strain on his body.

There was a slight sweetness in his throat, and he forced himself to be strong. His eyes were cold. Without waiting for Zhu Jiutian to regain his balance, he slightly bent his feet and exerted force suddenly.

boom--

There was only a black line in the vision of Zi Yi and Luo Xiangzhu, and in the blink of an eye it collided with Zhu Jiutian who was flying forward. A circle of sound waves suddenly erupted in all directions at the junction of the two people, and Maizi was pressed down violently.

Zhao Wumian stepped on Zhu Jiutian's face with his boots and pressed hard into the wheat field, like a truck or a ramming city pillar, shoveling forward, and wheat ears and soil splashed. Immediately afterwards, he grasped the hilt of the knife with both hands, spun like the wind, and suddenly pressed down.

Bang!
When he drew his sword, he used the tip of his toes to move downward, and stopped Zhu Jiutian's flying trend. The force was so strong that the ground under the mountain for the two of them suddenly sank to a depth of ten feet.

The sharp blade light did not use any method to transform the real into the virtual. It actually drew a half moon in the air and heavily chopped Zhu Jiutian's neck!

clang--

Fire splashed everywhere, Zhu Jiutian's hair crown cracked, and his black hair fluttered wildly. Even though the dragon scales were as hard as iron, the energy penetrated through the dragon scales and still made Zhu Jiutian groan in pain.

Buzz——the sword chopped down, and the horizontal sword kept vibrating at an extremely fast speed. Under the reaction force, Zhao Wumian's knuckles were broken and bleeding, but Zhao Wumian did not stop his attack. He raised his boots and stomped down again on the back of Zhu Jiutian's head.

boom!
A sudden thunderous sound came from the already sunken pit again, and black soil flew out of the pit.

Zhu Jiutian had a strong physique but he also felt a black screen before his eyes. If Zhao Wumian hit him on the head again, he would definitely suffer a concussion. He immediately used his waist and abdomen to raise his claws and scratch at his boots.

With Zhu Jiutian's strength, even Zhao Wumian would have his leg broken on the spot with one claw.

Zhao Wumian had already sensed the sword coming at him, and he immediately pulled himself away, grabbing the edge of the pit with one arm. His five fingers exerted such great force that the black soil was crushed into powder. His long boots were like upside-down golden hooks, and he kicked forward suddenly, landing on Zhu Jiutian's forearm.

Bang!
Zi Yi and Luo Xiangzhu watched as the two men dug a big hole in the wheat field. They could no longer see any trace of them. Just when they were getting anxious, they heard a loud noise suddenly coming from the hole.

Immediately afterwards, the wheat field turned over like an earth dragon, as if there was a dragon or python rampaging in the land, swelled up one after another, and then suddenly a black shadow broke out of the ground, lifted the ground and landed in the distant wheat field, panting.

However, Zhu Jiutian's blood-stained clothes had been mostly shattered by the energy, and the skin on his strong upper body was cracked inch by inch. His neck and head still had a human shape, but below the neck, his body had almost turned into a dragon with pitch-black scales, which was nauseating to look at.

No wonder even Shaman Tian repeatedly said that Zhu Jiutian’s transformation from a human to a dragon was an act of a beast... No, this was not transformation into a dragon, strictly speaking it was transformation into a Gu.

This is just a poisonous insect that looks like a dragon.

Nowadays, people are neither human nor poisonous, which makes people feel creepy.

Zhu Jiutian was breathing heavily, looking at the wheat field that looked like it had been plowed. His pupils had turned pitch black and were bulging around in his eye sockets, searching for Zhao Wumian's trace.

The Art of Transformation is here. He can't find anyone just by perception. He can only rely on vision and intuition...

Wipe————

Suddenly, a ethereal sound of a sword rang through the wilderness, the soil behind Zhu Jiutian suddenly exploded, and a clear blade pierced Zhu Jiutian's heart.

Zhu Jiutian seemed to have predicted the future again. He suddenly turned around and raised his arm to smash straight towards the tip of the knife.

He saw that Zhao Wumian's technique of transforming into nothingness was not yet fully proficient, which was his flaw, so he struck out with one arm while raising the other arm at the same time.

Just waiting for the moment when Zhao Wumian turns from virtual to real...

The blade extended out, and as expected, the tip of the blade pierced Zhu Jiutian's forearm.

Zhu Jiutian's eyes were cold and his mind was highly concentrated. He stared at the blade. Seeing the tip of the blade approaching his heart, he suddenly felt cold all over and his heart trembled slightly.

He immediately turned around to dodge, Zhao Wumian frowned, but suddenly changed the angle, twisted the handle of the knife, pulled it to the side, and stabbed into his other arm.

Zhu Jiutian was slightly stunned, and then he saw the horizontal sword suddenly turn from virtual to real at the moment it pierced through Zhu Jiutian's two arms at the same time.

puff-

There was a sudden sound as the flesh and blood entered the body, and Zhu Jiutian only felt a sharp pain in his arms, as if his arms were nailed by the sword.

He looked surprised, and realized that Zhao Wumian couldn't break through the defense from the outside, so he came up with this crooked method from the inside out.

But it was obvious that he was not yet proficient in this method of transformation. He was only using it for the second time. How could he seize this opportunity immediately?

What a monstrous talent...

Zhao Wumian rushed forward, pinned Zhu Jiutian's arms, then held the knife with his backhand, and with his other hand, grabbed the blade and pulled it back violently. The scales got stuck on the blade and it couldn't cut at all.

But the energy made Zhu Jiutian's arms stretch straight back under the influence of the horizontal sword. He used this force to suddenly bounce up his legs and hit Zhu Jiutian in the heart!

Bang!
The energy of their bodies was released, and their robes rustled.

Zhu Jiutian groaned in pain, and Zhao Wumian even spat out a mouthful of blood due to the backlash of the Void Transformation Technique.

But he never let go. Instead, he continued to pull the sword backwards, and his slightly bent legs, which were stepping on Zhu Jiutian, slowly straightened, as if he wanted to tear Zhu Jiutian's arms off.

Blood splattered from the wounds on his arms, and the blood drops fell to the ground with a hissing sound. It was obviously highly poisonous, but when the blood splashed and landed on Zhao Wumian's arms and body, it only corroded his clothes.

Zhu Jiutian suddenly realized that Zhao Wumian could actually ignore the poison in his body. Thinking of this, he clenched his teeth and uttered five words.

"Innate All-Poison Body——"

There was blood on Zhao Wumian's lips. He gave Zhu Jiutian a sinister smile and said, "I want to see if your so-called dragon body has any limits."

Zhu Jiutian looked at Zhao Wumian's bloody smile with horror in his eyes. For a moment, he couldn't tell which of the two was the demon.

Kaka————

There was a sudden crisp sound from Zhu Jiutian's shoulder. He felt the pain and his eyes suddenly became fierce. He pulled his arms inward violently. At this moment, the two of them were purely competing in muscle and bone strength.

A faint white mist was rising from under Zhao Wumian's cloak, his skin was flushed, and the Heavenly Demon Blood Release had reached its limit.

Zhu Jiutian's arms kept trembling under the tremendous force of the two men. Even though his body could hold on for the time being, the severe pain that seemed to tear his arms off still made Zhu Jiutian's eyes full of pain.

Zhao Wumian saw that Zhu Jiutian was in unbearable pain, and his smile and eyes became even more ferocious.

"Even if you kneel down and beg for mercy, I will chop off your head as a blood sacrifice..."

Zhu Jiutian roared in pain from his throat.

"what----"

As he roared hoarsely, sounds of fighting were heard all around, and among the pedestrians who were watching from afar, many people suddenly screamed, immediately knelt down, and hugged their dantian with their hands, scaring everyone so much that they turned pale and retreated one after another, not knowing what was wrong with them.

Looking closely, those who were kneeling down in pain were all young and brave.

Back in Yishui Village, Luo Xiangzhu heard from the village head's wife that every young man in Nanzhao, when he reached a certain age, would go to Dali and be taught an internal skill by the imperial court.

Those who can learn it will have a bright future. Even if they can't learn it, they can at least learn a few tricks.

Zhao Wumian naturally knew this. He had initially thought that Nanzhao wanted everyone to learn martial arts, so that when the war came, everyone could be a soldier. But now, looking at it...

Zhao Wumian could feel that there seemed to be countless mysterious threads that were difficult to see with the naked eye connecting Zhu Jiutian and those people, drawing something from the bodies of those passers-by.

Inner breath, or vitality?

Neither, it’s a Gu!

There is no such thing as internal strength. Zhu Jiutian uses the bodies of all the young and middle-aged men in Nanzhao to breed poisonous insects for him!
"drink!"

As Zhu Jiutian roared with thunder, his body suddenly grew several times larger, and the skin on his neck and face began to crack. His face became black, his fangs were thick and his scales were strong, and his eyes were blood red.

"Xiao Yuankong——"

His voice also gradually changed from the noble and elegant voice of a middle-aged man at the beginning to a hoarse roar caused by muscles compressing his vocal cords.

Zhu Jiutian suddenly pulled his arms outwards, piercing along the sides of the sword, pulling out a stream of black blood. Then he suddenly turned around and kicked Zhao Wumian hard with a whip-like kick.

The speed was so frightening that Zhao Wumian didn't even have time to use the technique of transforming into nothingness before he was hit in the chest and abdomen. His body suddenly turned into a straight black line and shot outwards.

Zi Yi and Luo Xiangzhu were so frightened that their faces turned pale. Before they could react, they saw Zhu Jiutian had turned into a several-meter-tall pitch-black ferocious beast. He stepped forward with his feet lightly, making a few muffled sounds, and then suddenly exerted force. The whole person, or the whole Gu, rose from the ground like a cannonball and rushed straight towards Zhao Wumian who was in mid-air.

The gate of Dali city was crowded with people, all of them were citizens in the city who wanted to escape to the heartland of Nanzhao. Some of them were carrying bags, some were driving horse-drawn carriages, and some were riding tall horses. The place was bustling and noisy.

The soldiers were all standing guard at the gate, maintaining order, and were sweating profusely from anxiety.

But the next moment, there was silence inside and outside the city.

Boom————

There was a loud noise coming from inside the city wall, as if someone was attacking the city with a catapult, and everyone was startled and looked over.

But the center of the thick city wall suddenly exploded. Zhao Wumian was covered in blood, half-kneeling on the chest of a dark and ferocious beast. He raised his hand to grab the scales on his neck and raised his arm to smash it hard.

Bang!
The ferocious beast, like a dragon or python, smashed the sentry tower and arrow tower at an angle, and actually crossed the entire Dali city and crashed into the opposite city wall. However, it also slowed down a lot and left a very long groove at an angle on the city wall.

Zhu Jiutian's current form was obviously very forced. Although he was conscious, his consciousness was limited and he could not use much martial arts. Zhao Wumian used the Tai Chi skills in the air to easily turn the passive state into active one.

But with a deep blood feud at hand, Zhao Wumian's head was hot and his eyes were red. He didn't care about real or fake moves at all. Without any weapon, he clenched his fists and hit Zhu Jiutian's head again and again, each punch heavier than the last.

Everyone in Dali was terrified and looked horrified.

boom----

There was another muffled sound, and Zhu Jiutian's fist, which was bigger than Zhao Wumian himself, smashed heavily on his raised arms. A black line shot out into the sky, and Zhao Wumian was actually thrown dozens of feet into the air!

Zhu Jiutian was like a madman. He suddenly dug his dragon claws into the city wall behind him. He exerted all his strength and managed to pull a cone-shaped stone cone out of the wall. He swung his arms into the air, and the stone cone went straight towards Zhao Wumian.

Immediately afterwards, several stone spikes over ten feet wide were thrown towards Zhao Wumian.

Being in the air with nowhere to gain leverage, a stone spike of this weight would be enough to kill you.

Even though Zhu Jiutian was not in human form at the moment, his accuracy was incredibly good, and he even blocked his retreat routes. Every move he made was capable of what a top martial artist should have.

Zhao Wumian's eyes were fierce, and he tapped the first stone spike with his boots, then suddenly moved downwards. He then raised his hand and forcibly penetrated into the stone spike, using the power of Tai Chi to twist its direction. He carried the stone spike like a meteorite or a spear of God, and suddenly stabbed it downwards!
One by one, stone spikes protruding from the city wall rose from the ground and smashed towards Zhao Wumian, but each time it seemed like they were passing through a mirage, as if their aim was not good.

"Zhu Jiutian——"

Amidst the loud shouts, the rays of setting sun fell on the stone cone and under the force of gravity, they transformed into a deep red lightning that suddenly struck down!

Boom————

The entire Dali city seemed to tremble for a moment, and the flying dust was suddenly blown all around. The window papers of countless houses were shattered on the spot, and many pedestrians screamed and collapsed to the ground.

Crash---

Countless pieces of rubble fell from the sky.

After the flying dust gradually dissipated, Zi Yi and Luo Xiangzhu held Zhao Wumian's Wuhen Sword that was knocked away, rode their horses hurriedly into the city, and came to the center.

Just then I saw a huge pit over ten feet deep on the street. A stone spike was inserted upside down in the pit, with black blood splattering at the tip. At this moment, the black blood was corroding the stone spike, making a hissing sound.

Inside the pit, Zhu Jiutian's chest and abdomen were pierced by stone spikes and nailed to the ground. Black blood kept flowing out of the corners of his mouth and his throat made a hoarse sound, but he could not make any sound.

Zhao Wumian was covered in blood, standing in front of the stone spike, his back straight, his chest beating like a drum, and breathing continuously. When he saw Zi Yi and Luo Xiangzhu coming, he turned around and looked at them.

Zhao Wumian's face was also covered in blood. He closed one eye, walked a few steps towards the sunset, looked at the setting sun hanging in the sky, barely managed to hold up some strength, smiled faintly, and said softly:
"I told you... it doesn't take two days, it can be done tonight."

(End of this chapter)