Dao Qi Wu Zang Guan Guan: I became a Daoist Master in the 1990s

Chapter 55 Rebirth through Refinement, Rebirth to Eliminate Karma!
clang!
The two swords clashed in mid-air, sparks flying everywhere!
The bandit felt an irresistible force crashing down on him like a torrent, his entire arm went numb and felt like it was about to break, and his long knife flew out of his hand!

He was immediately shocked. Who would have thought that Qi Yun, who had always been meek and obedient, would have such great power?
Then all he saw was a chilling arc of light filling his entire field of vision!

puff!

A fountain of scalding blood gushed high into the sky, and a head spun out. The headless body swayed before collapsing heavily to the ground.

Thick, scalding blood plasma poured over Qi Yun's head and body, with a few drops even splashing into his right eye, causing a burning pain!

This scene is far more bloody and violent than the previous punches that killed people!
But instead of feeling disgusted or afraid, Qi Yun felt a sense of exhilaration!
A strange, almost trembling, burning sensation suddenly exploded from the top of my head, which was drenched in hot blood, and surged down my spine. Wherever it passed, my muscles bulged, and I felt an unprecedented surge of power!
The feeling was like a frozen river being smashed open by a giant rock, and the suppressed torrent finding its most violent outlet.

The release of primal violence can produce such direct and overwhelming physiological responses.

Power surges and roars in my veins, yearning for a more exhilarating release!

Those who witnessed this scene from behind, including Song Laosan, had their eyes instantly filled with bloodshot veins. The last bit of fear in their chests was completely ignited and burned through by this bloody ferocity!
A beast-like howl erupted from their throats:

"Kill all these beasts!"

"You dare steal my food!"

I'll dig you to death!

Hoes, rakes, and sticks—these tools used for tending crops—were now swirling with the blood, tears, and humiliation accumulated over countless years, and were being smashed madly at the terrified bandits.

Clumsy yet powerful, each swing carries a mad, suicidal intent.

When a sheep is cornered on a cliff, it turns into the most ferocious, hungry wolf.

The wolf's complete madness only requires a handful of scalding blood as a fuse.

"Kill!!" Song Laosan's roar was tinged with sobs, and also contained a kind of desperate madness. His eyes were bloodshot and red. He swung the rake in his hand and smashed it hard on the head of a bandit who was lying on the ground without any strategy!

"You dared to bully me! You dared to steal my food!!"

With each shout, he swung the hoe harder, and the bandit's head instantly collapsed and deformed with a dull thud, splattering red and white matter all over Song Laosan's face.

He was completely oblivious, and just smashed even more frantically, as if he wanted to pour all the humiliation, fear and despair that had accumulated over the years onto this body that was rapidly losing its human form!
"My child! He's crying from hunger!" Wang Laoliu howled, like a bull with bloodshot eyes. He had tripped over the corpse on the ground earlier, but got up and picked up a waist knife from the ground.

He closed his eyes and stabbed at a bandit!
*Thud!* The sound of the knife tip piercing flesh sent a shiver down his spine, followed by an even more ferocious stabbing!
Qi Yun became the sharpest blade in this chaotic vortex.

Relying on his strength, he would first deflect the opponent's attack with a single slash, and then kill them with a single blow!

The blade is infused with superhuman strength, and each swing produces a dull whistling sound as it cuts through the air.

Wherever the blade struck, it was accompanied by the muffled sound of flesh being torn apart and a shrill scream.

He fought with increasing ferocity, and couldn't help but develop some of the ruthless and decisive qualities of Xingyi Quan, which emphasizes "hitting people as easily as walking."

The flame that had been ignited in Qi Yun's chest burned even brighter!

The knife in his hand, nourished by blood, gradually developed a certain style!

He let out a low roar and slashed at the blade head-on. With a flick of his wrist, the powerful force of Xingyi Piquan (a style of Chinese martial arts) naturally flowed into the blade.

With a crisp clang, the immense force caused the opponent's hand to split open, and the long sword slipped from his grasp!

Before the other party could react, Qi Yun stepped forward, his waist and hips twisting like a millstone, and his blade flashed out!
The entangling and striking intent of Xingyi Hengquan (a style of Chinese martial arts) is integrated into the sword's momentum. The blade traces a strange arc, precisely slicing through the opponent's throat! Blood Arrow!
strength!

Absolute power found its most exhilarating release in the carnage!
Each parry's shock, each stab of the blade cutting into flesh and bone, was like a heavy hammer blow, striking Qi Yun's mind and making him even more excited.

The principles of Xingyi Quan, including the techniques of chopping, striking, drilling, cannoning, and thrusting, are subtly integrated into these simple and brutal chopping and thrusting movements. *Sizzle!*

The blade flashed, and another arm wielding a knife was severed at the shoulder, the bandit's screams heart-wrenching.

Qi Yun flipped his wrist, and the blade flashed diagonally—just then!

boom! ! !
The two heavy iron-clad wooden doors of the Hall of Gathering Righteousness burst open inwards as if struck by an invisible giant hammer!
Countless burning wood chips and sparks sprayed out like a torrential rain!

A massive, towering body screamed as it flew backwards from the doorway, crashing down like a cannonball at Qi Yun's feet, causing the ground to tremble slightly.

It was none other than the Black Wind Stronghold Chief, Hun Shan Hu!
He was covered in blood at this moment.

The fierce look in his copper bell-like eyes was gone, replaced by boundless fear and astonishment. He opened his mouth in vain, making hoarse noises.

A streak of cold light shot out from inside the hall!
In a flash, it pierced the throat of the mountain tiger with unparalleled precision!

puff!
The blood arrow marks three feet.

Hunshanhu trembled violently, his bulging eyes staring intently at the heavy night sky above.

The hilt of the longsword trembled incessantly, he made a series of strange "clucking" sounds from his throat, his limbs twitched a few times, and then he became completely still.

A tall, slender figure slowly walked out from the broken doorway, which was filled with blood mist and smoke.

The firelight illuminated his faded gray-blue Taoist robe, the corners of which were spotless, creating a stark contrast with the splattered blood and burning remains around him.

He had three short wisps of beard on his chin, a gaunt face, and clear, watery eyes, which were now lowered as he gazed at the corpse of Hunshanhu at his feet.

The Taoist priest held one palm upright in front of his chest, and chanted the sutra for salvation in a low voice.

Each syllable was clear and resonant, possessing a strange penetrating power, and it unexpectedly created a strange tranquility amidst the deafening sounds of battle.

"Through refinement, one can be reborn and have one's sins eradicated!"

As the last incantation for rebirth was recited, the Taoist walked to the corpse, raised his hand and drew his long sword. Blood spurted out, but he dodged it perfectly by turning to the side beforehand!

The Taoist then raised his eyes.

He looked at Qi Yun, who was standing there in a daze.

His gaze lingered for a moment on the blood-dripping longsword in Qi Yun's hand, then swept over the hideous bandit leader at Qi Yun's feet. A faint hint of surprise flashed in his clear eyes, which quickly turned into admiration.

"Infinite life and blessings."

Xuanqing Daoist bowed slightly, his voice clear and melodious like jade striking each other, sounding both out of place and perfectly fitting in this bloody place.

"I never imagined that I would encounter such a courageous and resolute comrade in this land of blood and fire. How fortunate, how fortunate!"

Having said that, he flicked his wrist slightly. The ancient sword, still bearing traces of blood, emitted a clear, melodious dragon's roar, its tip pointing diagonally at the ground.

With a slight flutter of his Taoist robe, he took a step forward, his figure already sweeping into the battle ahead like flowing clouds.

The sword flashed again, swift as a startled swan, leaving only a red mark on the throat and a slumped corpse in its wake.

Compassion has not yet dissipated, but slaughter has already begun.

(End of this chapter)