svetikya Chapter 146 The Evil Dragon Swallows a Rain of Arrows, the Thunder Spear Pierces the Bandit Demon
Chapter 146 The Evil Dragon Swallows a Rain of Arrows, the Thunder Spear Pierces the Bandit Demon
Chapter 146 The Evil Dragon Swallows a Rain of Arrows, the Thunder Spear Pierces the Bandit Demon
Although he didn't know what "mountain demon" meant, Wei Dailiang understood the previous sentence.
This stinking Taoist priest in front of me dares to call me a fat pig. He really doesn't know how to spell "death"!
He hated nothing more than being insulted about his physique. Provoked by this, his fleshy face creased with wrinkles that could almost trap a flying mosquito.
"Loose the arrows! Shoot him dead!"
The bandits occupying the high ground received orders to aim at the red-robed Taoist priest in the open space, either drawing their bows and nocking arrows or pressing the trigger of their crossbows.
Clusters of arrows shot out from the bowstring, covering the entire open space where the Taoist was standing like a rain curtain.
Some of their bows, crossbows, and arrows were standard equipment of the Zhenwu Guard, and had the effect of breaking through true energy.
Even if a cultivator at the Qi Condensation Realm could block a few of them, they would still be injured in such a rain of arrows.
If the bullet hit a vital organ such as the heart or head, the victim might die on the spot.
Neither Wei Dailiang nor his bandits believed that the Taoist could have escaped unscathed.
Arrows pierced the air, countless black dots approaching from afar, about to fall to the ground, but the Taoist priest, who was in the area covered by the arrow rain, did not even glance at them.
"The time has come." Mo Di's voice fell softly, and the Yuan Tu A Bi in his sleeve could no longer hold back. It shrieked and rushed out of his sleeve, transforming into two evil dragons, one green and one white, and rushed straight towards the rain of arrows.
The resentment and death energy that had accumulated underground for many years rose up, were swept up by the evil dragon, and transformed into ghostly faces on its surface, emitting mournful cries.
The two evil dragons twisted their long bodies, splitting into countless thread-like sword lights, which lit up simultaneously just as the rain of arrows was about to fall, blocking out the sky.
A blinding flash of sword light passed by, and those who saw it covered their eyes and wiped away the two lines of bloody tears that flowed down their faces.
"What kind of technique is this? And why is his magical weapon so powerful?"
Bai Chi forced open his bloodshot eyes. His fair face now showed a protruding jaw and four boar-like tusks sticking out, completely erasing his scholarly air.
The moment he opened his eyes, a red figure came into view. Before he could react, the figure suddenly crashed into his arms.
The merciless iron elbow pierced through his chest, shattering his ribs, breaking his spine, and instantly turning his organs, including his heart, into a pile of mangled flesh.
"Bai Chi, whose real name is Bai Jingtang, was from Fengzhou. He failed the imperial examinations repeatedly and tried to marry into a wealthy local merchant family, but he failed to catch the eye of the young lady. In a fit of anger, he poisoned and killed the merchant's entire family."
"After fleeing into the martial world, he quickly rose to prominence thanks to his extraordinary courage. After joining the Zeshan Bandits, he reached the Condensation Realm and soon became the second-in-command."
"Like Yue Dilong, you have also developed a cannibalistic fetish, and your mind and body have been deeply demonized. You especially like young girls from wealthy families. I suspect you were one of the three girls that the Fufeng Chamber of Commerce brought over."
"You really... deserve to die."
Bai Chi stared wide-eyed, his pent-up resentment erupting as he squeezed out the last of his strength and waved the folding fan made from the skin and bones of a martial artist.
The folding fan sliced through the air with a whooshing sound, then collided with two slender, white fingers joined together with a click.
The cracking sound of bone breaking was exceptionally clear.
In the blink of an eye, the white bone folding fan broke in two, but the sword finger continued to slash toward his neck without any hindrance.
Bai Chi coughed up a mouthful of blood, staring in disbelief at the scene before him.
He couldn't believe that the magical artifact he had nurtured for many years was no match for two slender fingers.
Modi was not surprised at all. He pointed his fingers into a sword shape, and sword energy was attached between his fingers, forming a sword net.
The sword finger slashed diagonally across Bai Chi's neck, leaving a trail of blood.
Blood gushed from the wound, and before it could reach Modi, he had already vanished from the spot, leaving behind a corpse whose flesh and blood had been peeled away inch by inch.
In the blink of an eye, only a kneeling skeleton remained on the spot, surrounded by a pool of blood and tens of thousands of pieces of flesh.
Like Yue Dilong, he also died from the very skill he was best at.
After dealing with Bai Chi, Mo Di immediately rushed towards the remaining demons. Yuan Tu and A Bi were alternating in his hands, leaving a trail of kneeling white bones with each swift stroke of his blade.
The whispers in my ears gradually faded away, and a long-lost peace filled my heart.
The Taoist priest unleashed his killing intent with abandon, much like a player using late-game equipment to enter an early-game dungeon, mowing down enemies with unparalleled speed.
Eight-sided Han sword, Tang saber, straight sword, greatsword... Yuan Tu Abi constantly changed forms, alternating between blue and white, and amidst the shifting sword light, waves of blood rain and stench swept through the air.
After killing countless mountain bandits and demons, the remaining demons finally collapsed in morale.
They threw down their weapons, abandoned their armor, and fled in all directions, wishing their parents had given them two more legs.
"Come back, all of you, come back!"
Wei Dailiang roared angrily, grabbed a few fleeing soldiers, and tore them in half alive, but he still couldn't stop their rout.
Everything happened too fast. From the breaking of the arrow rain to Bai Chi's death, and then to the collapse of the morale of the humans and demons, only a few minutes had passed.
He had to admit that he had miscalculated; this Taoist priest dressed in red with a crane on his back was not an ordinary Qi Condensation Realm cultivator at all.
Not to mention his terrifying physical body and blood energy, his two incredibly powerful spiritual weapons alone are enough to ensure that no one in the Condensation Realm can rival him.
Wei Dailiang even suspected that even an ordinary Divine Gang Realm cultivator might not be able to defeat this strange Taoist.
Just now, when the red-robed Taoist transformed into a battlefield meat grinder, he couldn't get a hand in at all, and he had a premonition that once he intervened, he would become another victim of the sword.
That Taoist priest was clearly torturing him!
Thinking of this, his eyes turned bloodshot. He grabbed a deserter and squeezed him into a ball, trying to use violence to cover up his cowardice.
But morale had collapsed and people were disheartened; no one wanted to stay and continue fighting.
They are demons, not madmen. They are selfish by nature. How could they possibly give their lives for him?
"Human demons are far too dangerous," Modi said casually, tearing the flesh and blood off a nearby human demon with a single sword stroke. "They will cause serious harm to my Great Qian and my people. We must... exterminate them all."
From the moment he entered Zeshan Village, he had no intention of letting any of the bandits there go.
He had only one thought in his mind: to massacre the Zeshan stronghold.
If you can choose to kill two, don't choose to kill one; if you can choose to kill a thousand, don't choose to kill a hundred.
Dead bandits are the best bandits.
As the sword fell, his mind was incredibly calm, and his brain worked faster than ever before.
He even vaguely sensed that the previously unmoved bottleneck had loosened slightly, perhaps indicating that he was not far from condensing his divine will.
After condensing the divine will, he had to find a way to incorporate it into his own fundamental system. Before that, he had to exterminate all the fleeing demons.
"Zeshan Village is a bandit stronghold with a large population, which has caused serious damage to the surrounding ecology and urgently needs to be debanded."
With a thought, Mo Di unleashed the Yuan Tu and A Bi swords, which shot straight into the sky and transformed into two evil dragons that coiled above the mountain stronghold, casting down curtains of resentment and death energy that enveloped the entire stronghold.
The sharp sword energy flowed within the energy barrier, and any demons who crashed into it were shredded, leaving only a pile of flesh and blood.
After a group of people died, the remaining demons finally noticed the anomaly and had no choice but to stand at the edge of the barrier, unable to move forward or backward.
"Doesn't he know the principle of not pursuing a cornered enemy? Oh well, this is a good opportunity for me."
A glint flashed in Wei Dailiang's eyes, and he shouted, "Now that he's lost his magical weapon, his strength must be greatly reduced. If we attack together, we still have a chance to kill him!"
The sound resounded throughout the arena, salvaging the already dwindling morale of the humans and demons.
They had been driven to the brink of despair, with nowhere to escape, and with their bloodshot eyes wide open, they had no choice but to fight their way back.
Seeing the human and demon reunite, Wei Dailiang's face lit up with joy. He then looked at the red-robed Taoist who was unarmed, knowing that this was his last chance.
"Having weapons and not having weapons can lead to two completely different outcomes. Little thing, you still lack experience in the martial world. You don't even understand the principle of not pursuing a cornered enemy."
He took a deep breath, his whole body rippled, and the fat on his belly stretched out, forming folds like a skirt.
With his Michelin Man-like body leaping high into the air, Wei Dailiang, carrying a large cauldron on his hand, slammed it down on the red-robed Taoist like Mount Tai crashing down.
"Let me teach you what the treacherous world of martial arts is all about. Watch me smash you to death!!"
The cauldron gathered true essence and emitted flames. Its mouth was turned upside down, as if to imprison the Taoist priest inside and boil him alive.
At the same time, the demons driven to the brink of despair formed a massive tide, coming from all directions to drown the Taoists who were trying to stop them from surviving.
Between heaven and earth, in all directions, there are enemies; there is no way out.
Modi remained unmoved, softly chanting:
"I possess a sword that can move mountains and sever rivers..."
The sound wasn't loud, but everyone could hear it clearly. Having witnessed the Taoist's twin swords of blue and white, they couldn't help but feel fear.
hesitate.
"Could it be that he really still has a sword?" Wei Dailiang's pupils dilated, but he still gritted his teeth and roared:
"You're just playing tricks; I don't believe you have any magical artifacts!"
The true fire inside the cauldron overflowed, igniting his clothes and even the fat inside his body, turning his entire body into a torch. His speed suddenly increased, like a flying fire meteor crashing to the ground.
Modi, however, seemed oblivious, continuing to mutter to himself.
"...Today, I beseech you all to die! Swords, come!"
As soon as he finished speaking, lightning shot into the sky, piercing through the cauldron and continuing to penetrate Wei Dailiang's body with undiminished force, actually pushing the flying fire meteor back.
"You...!" Wei Dailiang's eyes widened, his blood boiling, and he coughed up blood. "Didn't you say it was a sword? How come it's a gun?"
"There's a lot you don't know." Mo Di appeared with the lightning, gripping the gun handle with one hand and drawing the Dragon Flame Hunting Rifle with the other, pressing the muzzle against Wei Dailiang's fat, oily body.
"Watch closely, this is the essence of my Mo family sword technique."
!
Gunshots rang out, blasting multiple bloody holes in Wei Dailiang's body.
Modi kicked Wei Dailiang, pulled out the Dragon Hunter Spear, and threw it at the pile of demons on the ground. His body then turned into lightning, leaving Wei Dailiang to bleed and fall freely.
Lightning struck the ground, and the icy mist exploded, engulfing all the humans and demons around it.