The mist of light rises sharply, and the dust is stained with murderous intent.
In the Duanhun Gorge, there is a bloody storm
The "ghosts" on the gorge and the "people" in the gorge... started fighting after a brief confrontation.
At this time, although the martial arts heroes had suffered more than a hundred casualties, they still had a fighting strength of nearly 300 people. And the exiles in the Heart Burial Valley only had a total of more than 100. At first glance...it seems to be the former.
More advantageous.
But...the number of people is not the most important factor in determining victory or defeat, because this is a "battle between rivers and lakes", not a contest between armies.
If this is a battle between armies, the factors that determine victory or defeat are mostly the number of people, formation, quality of soldiers, terrain, and the use of crossbows and firearms.
But in the battle between the rivers and lakes...these things are of little reference value.
The heads and disciples of various sects are not well-trained soldiers. Although in terms of individual combat capabilities, they are definitely much more powerful than ordinary soldiers, they are divided into dozens of factions.
They are fighting for the sake of fighting, and there is almost no ability to coordinate fighting between them... Not to mention people from different sects, even within the same sect, there may not be a few people who can cooperate.
To put it simply, one person has one trumpet, each blowing his own tune, and the wolf cannot catch up with the dog...
On the other side...the "little devils" under the command of the King of Hell are not very cooperative, but they have a great advantage in the terrain; from top to bottom, they are surrounded, so fighting will naturally get twice the result with half the effort. In addition,
Their martial arts are also among the best, so it is natural for them to gain an advantage.
Soon, dozens of cannon fodder from various sects were killed in the enemy's killing; while only a few of the masters in Burial Heart Valley were slightly injured...
However, this situation changed instantly after Yuan Qi took action...
However, Alliance Leader Yuan's figure appeared quickly. With a flick of his wrist, the sword in his hand immediately rolled out like a living creature.
This sword is a soft sword, to be precise...a "cloth sword".
Cloth. It's ordinary cloth.
People are extraordinary people.
Before the age of thirty, Yuan Qi did not know how to use a sword. In fact, he did not know how to use any weapons at that time.
But after he turned thirty, he had the power of Xuan Gong in his body, and with this almost perfect internal strength as the foundation, he could master any weapons or moves...with ease, and he could make great strides with each passing day.
Therefore, after turning thirty, Yuan Qi gradually learned a lot of martial arts. He gradually reached the point where he was proficient in all eighteen kinds of weapons. Some martial arts... just by watching them once, he could become stronger than those who had practiced them for many years.
After reaching the age of forty, Alliance Leader Yuan rarely used weapons anymore, and the only weapon that always accompanied him was this cloth sword embedded in his belt...
There is a saying that "a sharp sword has no intention, a soft sword is impermanent". Driven by Yuan Qi's unfathomable internal power... sometimes the soft sword is as strong and fierce as a dragon, sometimes as cunning as a snake, sometimes as ruthless as a dragon, and sometimes as a hornet.
As strong as a python.
In the blink of an eye, nearly ten people had died under his sword, and each one of them was hit in the neck by a sword... and their heads were missing.
"Hmph..." At this moment, a cold snort came, leading out a tall figure. "The inner strength of Alliance Leader Su Wen Yuan is unfathomable. One look at it today, and it is indeed extraordinary."
The speaker is a big man with a beard. His body shape is like that of Arhat Vajra, and he is holding an eight-ringed sword in his hand. Listening to his voice...he is undoubtedly the first person to speak through his inner power not long ago.
"The Desert Sword King... Dihou." Yuan Qi stared at the other person and said in a deep voice.
"Oh?" Dihou said with a smile, "Can Leader Yuan recognize me? I'm really flattered."
In fact, the reason why Yuan Qi recognized Di Hou was very simple... because they were of the same age and were peers in the world. Therefore, they had met several times in some major events in the martial arts world. However... Di Hou at that time He was already a famous desert sword king, but Yuan Qi was still a nobody. So, the latter remembered the former, but the former didn't even know the existence of the latter.
"Ha! Hahahaha..." Yuan Qi laughed out loud after hearing Dihou's words.
Di Hou didn't know what he was laughing about, and the people watching this scene didn't know what he was laughing about either.
Only Yuan Qi himself understands how ironic and ridiculous the other party's words are...
"King Di Dao..." After laughing for a while, Yuan Qi's expression turned cold, "I remember... you were the leader of the Eight Swordsmen Association in the Desert before you escaped into the Burial Heart Valley?"
"Yes, I am." When Di Hou responded to this question, he was quite confused. He didn't understand why the other party would talk to him about unnecessary past events at this moment.
"Do you remember how many disciples you have under your sect?" Yuan Qi then asked.
"Five or six hundred people..." Di Hou responded casually, "Why do you ask this?"
"Can you tell me the names of twenty of them?" Yuan Qi asked again.
"Leader Yuan...what do you mean?" Dihou has decided not to answer these strange questions.
"You can't tell me," Yuan Qi said coldly, "But... you can tell me my name." He gestured around with his eyes, "And the names of all the first-class masters present."
Di Hou was silent, he wanted to hear what Yuan Qi had to say.
"This is the case for everyone in the world. You never remember those mediocre people because all you see in your eyes are reputation, martial arts, and appearance..." When Yuan Qi said this, he seemed a little excited, "Your eyes can only see So much so that you have ignored the 'human' self." He paused, "That's why I laugh, I laugh at you like a group of blind people... blinder than the real blind people."
"Leader Yuan, please excuse Di for not understanding what you are talking about." Di Hou said, raising his sword, "I'm not here to listen to your pretentious tricks!"
"That's right..." Yuan Qi closed his eyes, "People like you won't understand..." He also raised the cloth sword in his hand, "You are just a person who comes to die. If you want to come, just do it." bring it on!"
Needless to say, Dihou also came.
The King of the Desert is by no means an unearned name. The eight-ringed sword in his hand is a unique weapon, tailor-made for Di Hou by a famous craftsman in the world.
This knife weighs more than 40 kilograms, and has eight rings embedded in the back. The blade is like a shark's tooth and can blow hair off.
In the past, countless celebrities in the world were killed by this sword without their bodies intact, which can be described as a shocking and ferocious weapon.
And Di Hou... is also a prodigy of the sword sect. He has been born with supernatural power since he was a child, and he can dance the eighty-pound Daguandao at the age of twelve. He also has a very high understanding of sword techniques, and he can master swordsmanship from various families at a young age. All the directors have mastered each other and become their own way. At the age of fifteen, Dihou became the youngest swordsman of the Desert Eight Swordsman Association (similar to the position of "cadre" among delinquents, you can figure out the specific rank by yourself). Twenty At the age of eight, he became the leader of the eight presidents, and his popularity was unprecedented.
However, after the age of thirty, his swordsmanship reached a bottleneck, and he became obsessed with it under the impetuous practice... Then he began to kill innocent people everywhere, sacrificing the sword with the blood of masters, and soon became a public enemy of the martial arts, and was forced to escape here.
Buried in the valley of the heart.
Nearly twenty years have passed, and as one of the most senior escapees in the valley, Di Hou has naturally broken through the bottleneck of the past. His current martial arts level is better than that of Wanxialou and Bafanglou, who are both known as the two martial arts heroes.
Even if the host comes, he won't give in too much.
"drink"
It was too late to say, but it was fast then, but when Dihou heard a loud shout, his figure had already flashed to the side of Yuan Qi, and the eight-ringed sword was slashed down like thunder.
His knife is very heavy, but it is so fast that it is almost invisible to the human eye.
But, Yuan Qi could see it.
Not only can I see it... I can see it very clearly.
"Too slow. Too clumsy." This was Yuan Qi's comment to the other party, and it was also the last word Dihou heard.
The next second, Dihou's head left his body.
And his sword... struck an empty space.
Indeed, Di Hou is a first-rate master. Among the people present, there may not be more than ten people who can catch this sword.
But in Yuan Qi's eyes, Di Hou's sword skills are far from good enough... From a martial arts perspective, Yuan Qi's cloth sword is "the ultimate in moves" plus "the ultimate in change"
.As long as someone is still in the realm of "having moves", even if they train their internal strength to the same level as him, they can at best be on par with him. People like Dihou who are far inferior to him in both internal and external strength.
, can’t be called an opponent at all…
"Coalition Leader Yuan's magical power is unparalleled!"
"Everyone, follow the leader and kill!"
People nearby saw Yuan Qi killing Di Hou instantly, and they shouted out, which boosted the momentum of the martial arts camp.
Yuan Qi did not disappoint his comrades. He immediately used his superb lightness skills and flew out like a swimming dragon. Wherever he passed... all he left behind were the corpses of people in the valley.
"Where..." In the chaotic battle situation, Yuan Qi's heart stopped. He was thinking while killing, "It is impossible for these people to raise the fog... there must be a 'special person' among them."
, that person’s skill has become strong enough to guide the air flow, so we must find him from the dark place..."
While he was thinking, he had killed dozens of people, more than the total number of enemies killed by other gangs. After the gap in numbers widened, the situation of the confrontation between the two sides reversed.
There are still more than 200 martial arts people to fight, while there are only more than 30 masters of Heart Burial Valley left. In this way, no matter how advantageous the terrain is, it is useless.
The siege... evolved into a counter-siege. Even if the people in the valley are highly skilled in martial arts, if one person is surrounded and beaten by five or six people... the result is self-evident.
In just one cup of tea, the Duanhun Gorge was already littered with corpses.
Blood falls like rain and disperses like mist, taking away the souls of the dead...
Seeing that all the "ghosts" in the valley were about to be driven out, finally, the man who "raised" the mist of light... appeared in people's sight.
"I didn't expect..." As soon as this man opened his mouth, he attracted everyone's attention, "...except for the King of Hell, there are people with such superb martial arts skills in the world."
It is also the internal sound transmission. Depending on the skill of the speaker, the effect will be different.
For example, Di Hou and Feng Er (who were the second ones to speak before the fight started, and who had already received their lunch box at this moment), when they used their internal power to transmit sounds, they spoke in a higher pitch, and their own voices were also louder, so that "qi"
"Only in this way can the words be sent out so that people in the distance can hear them.
However, the tone and voice of the person speaking now sounded like an understatement; among the martial arts people present, only Yuan Qi could do this, which shows the speaker's internal strength.
"Are you finally willing to show up?" Yuan Qi looked up and looked in the direction of the sound, which was on a rock a hundred meters away.
At this moment, an ordinary-looking old man dressed as a farmer was standing there with his hands behind his back.
After a while, some people in the crowd recognized him, which caused a cry of panic.
"Devil...Demon..."
"It's actually him! He's not dead yet?"
"The former leader of the Demon Cult...Du Ying..."
Yuan Qi knew this name, but he had never met this person.
Twelve years ago, Yuan Qi did meet a demon cult leader, but it was not the Du Ying in front of him.
That year, Liu Xiangru, the leader of the Demon Cult, believed that he had achieved great success and was invincible... so he launched a massive attack on various martial arts sects.
As we all know, the "righteous people" in the martial arts world have a habit, that is... when the situation is unfavorable, they can always find a reason. Justifiably, there are more people and fewer people. As for the reason, everyone knows it...
Of course, saying this classic line again here will do no harm to deal with these evil heretics, no need to talk about the moral principles of the world!
In short, that year... the demon sect was wiped out. And the biggest hero in this incident, you guessed it right... was Yuan Qi.
Liu Xiangru didn't understand until his death where this man named Yuan came from... Although Yuan Qi was already recognized as a first-class master at that time, because he was too unknown in the past, no one knew about his martial arts.
How high is the limit? It wasn't until he single-handedly killed Liu Xiangru... that the various martial arts factions realized that this person seemed to have been seriously underestimated in the past...
And that incident later became the key asset for Yuan Qi to become the leader of the martial arts alliance.
However, if you compare the Du Ying in front of you with Liu Xiangru... there is a huge difference.
In terms of seniority, Du Ying is Liu Xiangru's uncle, and he is a few years younger than Liu Xiangru. He is only in his early sixties this year.
The Kung Fu that Liu Xiangru didn't master until he was forty-eight, Du Ying had already mastered at the age of thirty... Even the several guardian elders in the Demon Sect didn't know how advanced his martial arts was after that.
Fortunately, although Du Ying was a prodigy in martial arts, he did not like fighting. Therefore, during the years when he was the leader of the Demon Sect, the Demon Sect always maintained the style of not attacking others.
Until the age of forty-three, Du Ying was tired of the disputes within the church and angrily passed the position of leader to the ambitious Liu Xiangru. Then he left with a wave of his sleeves, and no one has been able to find him since.
I never expected...that this Du Ying would actually appear in the Heart Burial Valley today.
"Alliance leader...he..." Ji Neng recognized this person, and he quickly took a few steps forward to remind Yuan Qi.
But Yuan Qi waved his hand and interrupted Ji Louzhu's words.
A few seconds later, Yuan Qi raised his head and used the exact same technique as Du Ying, using his inner power to transmit his voice and replied: "Du Ying, I've heard about you. It's great that you are still alive." (To be continued.)
