The Legend of Swing Sword and Execution of Demons

Chapter 782 Disorderly Summoning of Demons
On the south side, a sword demon unleashed a sky-blue sword aura.

On the north side, the Buddha uses his hands and feet to climb and advance through the "pillar forest and stone rain".

On the west side, Long Duoduo, riding on the "snake bodies" of the corpse soldiers, strode forward.

On the east side, a group of ghostly enchantresses and others arrived late.

The wind blowing across the "snake head" was rather chilly.

Beneath the "serpent's body," the three undead warriors, Duo Mingze, Youxian, and Xiaoxiong, were ultimately outnumbered and lost their heads.

The number of undead soldiers in this area is decreasing.

Summoning more undead soldiers to save the day is not very useful.

This will also attract martial arts practitioners from other directions in the Central Plains.

Ji Mucheng knew that his time was drawing near.

His grand ambition to restore his country was destined to come to an empty end.

A void also appeared in my heart, swallowing all my resentment and regret.

This void seemed to drain all my energy in an instant.

Utter despair!

He was left with only one thought—to offer his neck for execution!
Whether it's Long Duoduo's sword or the hand of the Buddha, all they want is for someone else to come and end their sinful life as soon as possible!
Two strands of silver hair fluttered and swayed in the wind before my eyes.

Deprived of his will to live, Himeki Cheng stood there blankly, his face ashen.

It felt as if my own life would also vanish with the wind.

Even disregarding the strange shroud, and even if someone said that Ji Mucheng had died on the spot, the noble air emanating from his very bones would probably prompt people to specially bring over a fine and exquisite coffin to bury him.

At this moment, Himeki no Naruhiro seemed no different from a dead man.

Aside from the fact that she was standing instead of lying down, her alluring eyes had lost all their brilliance and liveliness.

He simply maintained his previous posture and kept looking straight ahead.

These two scenes are probably the main focus of the field of vision.

One depicts Long Duoduo charging forward with his sword.

It started out as small as an inch and stretched to the length of a three-foot sword.

They were less than ten feet apart.

One scene depicts a sharp drop followed by a slow rise.

Repeat twice.

The "snake body" was then cut off twice by the Sword Demon's Qi-Breaking Sword.

this? !

Ji Mucheng suddenly realized what was happening.

I broke out in a cold sweat and found that I had regained my ability to think.

What influenced me to become so pessimistic and sorrowful?
As Ji Mucheng composed himself and prepared for the upcoming battle, a seemingly insignificant but untimely scene flashed through his mind when he looked down at the situation below.

The short, stout dwarf seized the opportunity to pick up the golden pipe, his eyebrows furrowed in a deep frown, his eyes filled with tears, his lips tightly pressed together, and his mouth drooping, as if he had suffered a great injustice, looking like he was about to cry!

Ning Xiaoyao's methods are quite cunning; he actually fell into their trap without realizing it!

Himeki Cheng secretly became more vigilant.

The light of the sword and the moonlight were reflected into his eyes.

The sword is here!
The cloth roll unfolds again!

The diagonally unfolded cloth roll easily blocked the moonlight and swallowed the sword light!

The sword rose and fell again.

Dragons breathe deeply and continuously.

In the blink of an eye, the sword strikes in his hand were like an overturned chest, a storm of attacks raining down on Himeki Cheng!
This sword technique involves a whirlwind of movement, pushing and advancing in rapid succession!
It's as if even if they can't strike Himekimoto himself, they'll still push him off the "snake's head"!

The cloth rolls up and unrolls.

Ji Mucheng remained calm and composed.

Without even watching Zhilong Duoduo's every move, one can know exactly where the sword is coming from!

Long Duoduo couldn't cut off his hands, chop his legs, or stab his body.

With the cloth roll in hand, it's as powerful as a golden bell.

The wind cannot enter, the rain cannot enter, and swords are absolutely forbidden!
Ji Mucheng's seemingly chaotic steps, upon closer inspection, are like a wondrous dance performed with effortless grace, a masterful maneuver within a small space.

The game features Long Duoduo, a true dragon among men!
Fortunately, although Long Duoduo has a fierce and aggressive appearance and often displays an imposing manner, beneath the surface he is actually a person with the heart of a tiger and the gentle touch of a rose, as well as a calm and experienced person.

He was not angered by Ji Mucheng's teasing and manipulation, so he did not lose his mind in anger and make a foolish move, thus revealing his weakness.

Just then, the Buddha's Holy Hand, who had been observing from the sidelines and was constantly approaching by climbing over rocks and pillars, offered a suggestion: "Dragon Palace Master, it would be best to find a way to knock down that shroud first, or perhaps direct the energy upwards!"

The Demon Palace has been divided for many years, but since Long Duoduo made a strong comeback in the battle of Southern Shaolin, many people in the martial arts world believe that as long as Long Duoduo is still alive, there is no such thing as the Demon Palace being wiped out. The title of "Dragon Palace Master" is still resounding, and the Buddha's Holy Hand can also say it naturally.

No sooner had he finished speaking than Long Duoduo responded with action.

Despite being caught in the middle of the battle and failing to achieve anything after a long struggle, Long Duoduo devised a new strategy, which happened to coincide with the idea of ​​the Buddha's Hand.

Therefore, the Tai'a sword no longer attempts to injure the enemy, but instead each strike carries an upward thrusting force.

The purpose, of course, is to remove this cumbersome, stinking shroud!

"Haa! -- Da da da!"

"Dah dah dah!"

Never backing down, and only growing stronger with each battle, Long Duoduo exhausts every means to distract the enemy.

For example, this wave of vocal attacks!

Amidst a chorus of "da da" sounds, golden dragon phantoms rose into the sky, following the direction of the sword's edge!
The surge of powerful energy nearly knocked the shroud from Ji Mucheng's hands!
"It works! It just needs a little push!"

Before the person arrived, the sound arrived first; the Buddha's holy hand was only ten feet away from the "snake head" that the two had stood on.

Ji Mucheng knew that the situation was too passive, and he also tried to use the cloth roll to take away the Tai'a sword.

But how easy is it to disarm Long Duoduo, whose swordsmanship is almost that of a sword saint?

After several more breaths of intense attack and defense, the Buddha's Hand leaped through the air, spread his wings, and reached down with his claws, swooping down like an eagle!

The eagle's claws were aimed at both Ji Mucheng's head and the shroud.

But in the end, all that can be touched is the shroud.

The first impression of the Tathagata's Hand is that it doesn't have that slippery, greasy feel.

The so-called "celestial favor cloth roll" is a common wool-textured fabric. However, the grip strength in the hand is completely lost within the roll, making it impossible to grab, hold, or lift even a small part.

What kind of evil magic was used?
The Buddha's holy hand was completely baffled.

In the blink of an eye, during a brief interval between Long Duoduo and Ji Mucheng's offensive and defensive exchanges, he completed an aerial somersault, using his left and right feet to hook kick Ji Mucheng and Bu Juan.

This seemingly insignificant hook kick proved surprisingly effective.

He lifted up one side of the rolled-up fabric!
Long Duoduo seized the opportunity and smoothly changed his move, swinging his sword like a knife, slashing horizontally at the waist, aiming straight for Ji Mucheng's waist and abdomen!

Ji Mucheng was quick-witted and used a slight tug to cover up the flaw in the cloth roll.

The Tai'a sword returned empty-handed once again.

The clanging sound resumed!
The Tai'a sword once again soared upwards with each strike!
Beyond the shroud of immortals, Long Duoduo and the Tathagata Saint Hand formed a tacit understanding.

While covering Tathagata Saint Hand's landing beside Ji Mucheng, he forcibly seized the scroll of immortal favor!

Ji Mucheng was a notorious villain in the past. In addition to taking lives, he also enjoyed chopping off people's heads and taking them for whatever purpose, hence the name "Wraith Head". He always had two boning and meat-slicing knives hanging from his waist, one long and one short, one thick and one thin. But now, only the shroud is visible, and the knives are gone. He also has a strange appearance with a pale face, exhausted blood and qi, and no trace of a living person. It is likely that he has poured all his efforts into this shroud over the past ten years and completely changed his skills.

Once the shroud is taken away, all extraordinary secret arts and tricks such as controlling corpses and manipulating earth will likely become ineffective.

In the presence of these people, Himeki Cheng will become a lamb to the slaughter!

However, Ji Mu seemed to have the ability to read minds and saw through their intentions. Not only did he no longer hide behind the scroll of immortals, but he also revealed a new move to challenge the Buddha!

The Tathagata Saint Hand, after single-handedly tossing and thrashing the humanoid monster Tu Wanfang during the battle at Southern Shaolin, was already regarded as the number one hand-wielding warrior in the world.

Ji Mucheng's hand, which emerged from the roll of cloth and beneath his robe, was like the hand of the Buddha, naturally sculpted like jade. It had no bulging muscles or veins, and no flesh or blood attached to it. Instead, it was a bare, thick, and exceptionally large pure gray-white bone!
This is a comparison between a skeletal hand and a jade hand.

It's also a contest of speed and power!

In the blink of an eye, Ji Mucheng unleashed more than thirty punches and palm strikes.

The Tathagata Saint Hand made nearly fifty moves!

The key point is that Ji Mucheng launched an attack with only one hand, while using the other hand to wield the cloth scroll to parry Long Duoduo's sword!

The Buddha's most frequent moves were defensive, with very few opportunities for counterattack!
In the clash between the skeletal hand and the jade hand, it seemed that only the owner of the jade hand felt pain, while the skeletal hand appeared completely unharmed and its attack intensified!
Beneath the expressionless Buddha mask, the Buddha's breathing was extremely rapid. This was the first time he had encountered such a strenuous situation since mastering his martial arts. Even when dealing with the inhuman and ghostly Tu Wanfang, he hadn't experienced this level of pressure. His counter-punch was only half-unleashed when Ji Mucheng's hand pressed down, blocking the remaining force!

Before the hand chop could even reach Ji Mucheng's neck, he had to stop his attack to save himself from being stabbed in the eye by Ji Mucheng's palm!

Even though you have two hands, you're always being led by the nose by that one hand.

Fortunately, the Buddha did not lose his composure because of this.

Being firmly suppressed by the overwhelming force, it's not impossible to cooperate with Long Duoduo to continue the stalemate with Ji Mucheng, waiting for other strong opponents to put further pressure on Ji Mucheng, forcing him to make mistakes while trying to multitask.

However, while the Buddha could endure and wait, Ji Mucheng could not!

call out!
At close range, in hand-to-hand combat, the Buddha's Hand could actually hear the sound of air being torn apart coming from directly in front of him!

It wasn't a hidden weapon; it was Ji Mucheng's fist!
The Buddha's Holy Hand subconsciously channeled all his power, his arms moving in a gesture to protect his vital points in front of his chest.

The white bone fist covered the face of the Buddha's holy hand at a speed invisible to the naked eye!
On the brink of life and death, driven by instinct and extreme reaction, the Buddha raised his right arm to block, managing to deflect about half of the force of the punch.

The next instant, Tathagata Saint Hand felt a darkness before his eyes, lost feeling in his right arm, and his feet left the "snake head," flying backward uncontrollably!

About three breaths later, there was a loud bang!
The Buddha's hand felt as if it had been struck by a heavy hammer in the back; he groaned, coughed up blood, and fainted!
From everyone's perspective, after Ji Mucheng's punch struck the face of the Buddha, he also used his "snake body" to carry the Buddha more than 20 zhang away, directly hanging him on the stone wall!

If it weren't for Long Duoduo's sword strikes following closely, Ji Mucheng would have had ample time to deliver a fatal blow to Tathagata Saint Hand.

……

……

After a while.

The Buddha's holy hand slowly awoke.

I can't tell exactly how much time has passed.

But the lingering pain in the darkness made even a single breath or a snap of the fingers incredibly difficult to endure, enough to go through the lantern three times over.

The Buddha's Holy Hand carefully examined his own injuries.

After crashing into the stone wall, Ji Mucheng must have added a bit more force, otherwise how could he have broken two ribs on his right side?

He also dislocated his right arm, but fortunately it wasn't broken.

These are the two main sources of the excruciating pain.

It is unknown who among his friends took him down from the height and placed him in this relatively quiet corner, transferring some of their true energy to help protect his heart meridian and awaken his dantian for passive self-regulation and repair; otherwise, he would not have been able to wake up so soon.

The Buddha raised his only movable left hand and slowly removed the damaged and dented mask.

Click!

A solid, crisp sound.

Only the outline of the mask remains relatively intact; the face of the Buddha has been completely shattered.

A pair of triangular eyes, a slightly protruding small nose, and wide, delicate lips immediately emerged from the pile of slid-down fragments.

If Shadow Buddha were here, he would surely say: "It's been almost ten years, and this fellow hasn't changed at all!"
His appearance, now nearing thirty, was no different from that of the Smiling Maitreya and the Shadow Buddha when they first met.

It's just that he hasn't shaved for a few days, and the stubble adds a bit of maturity to his appearance.

His embarrassed expression and half-open eyes indicated that his condition was really not good.

puff!
With a cough, Xin Xie spat out a small piece of mask fragment from his mouth.

The tongue was scratched by the fragments, which also drew a lot of blood.

Xin Xie gently rubbed the face with his left hand.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

"Thank goodness, I'm not disfigured. Thank goodness, I can still get into the house..."

After letting go of his worries, Xinxie's mental state has also improved considerably.

Upon opening his eyes and observing, he saw that the battle situation was gradually improving after he had fallen unconscious.

The key point is that there are fewer and fewer undead soldiers on the field, and there are not many combat resources left for Ji Mucheng to squander and use.

Meanwhile, Ji Mucheng was also enduring a fierce attack from both sides.

Besides Long Duoduo, another person, like a phoenix, flapped his wings and pecked at the "snake head" in the air.

Upon closer inspection, it is yet another figure who can compete for the title of one of the four great swordsmen of our time—Lone Soul!

Ji Mucheng immediately hid completely inside the shroud.

The shroud was only manipulated in the simplest way, and it was rotated around itself.

It was precisely because this shroud was so strange—it was clearly no taller than a person, but when Ji Mucheng manipulated it, it seemed to be enlarged to a height of about ten feet, so that the two sword masters' powerful attacks made no progress.

However, Xin Xie was certain that although Ji Mucheng had indeed managed to leave Long Duoduo and Gu Xinhun out in the open, he must also be in a terrible predicament while trapped inside.

As the ghostly enchantress's green silk ribbons formed a net of sword energy that enveloped the "pillar forest and stone rain" on a large scale, creating a spatial restriction on the enhanced corpse soldiers flying around in the air, everyone was able to calmly use their own methods to try to destroy the corpse soldiers.

As Gongsun Yu, along with A Liang and A Mei, worked to gradually reduce the number of corpse soldiers surrounding the Sword Demon for Yue Jingyun.

Seeing Yue Jingyun's temples turning gray, disregarding the depletion of his true essence and even lifespan, he still had to unleash the Qi-Breaking Sword again to slash at the giant "corpse snake" whose "snake body" was becoming increasingly slow to connect.

Xin Xie knew that Ji Mucheng's life was coming to an end.

"Oee!"

Xin Xiechong greeted the yellow-robed man who was not far from him.

Shan Shi, who was carrying a gilded box and focusing on manipulating two mechanical puppets, was taken aback when he heard this. Thinking that Xin Xie needed help, he came over without saying a word.

As they drew closer, Xin Xie stood up and chuckled, "Let's have a contest."

After listening, Shan Shi asked in confusion, "What are we comparing?"

Xin Xie raised his chin at the giant snake's head, which had shrunk in length, and said, "Take that stinking shroud. You can see that, right? That stinking shroud is Ji Mucheng's Achilles' heel, and the Achilles' heel is also his Achilles' heel."

Shan Shi understood Xin Xie's intentions, but his gaze was fixed on the other person, his eyes asking if there was really nothing wrong with his condition.
Xin Xie confirmed, "Let's see if your mechanical puppet is faster, or mine is faster."

As soon as he finished speaking, Xin Xie, with a crooked mouth, finished setting his dislocated right arm.

He continued to grope towards his right side with his left hand, repeating the same method.

Upon seeing this, Shan Shi's eyelids twitched as if even breathing would hurt. He readily asked, "Shall we begin now?"

"start!"

The words were spoken, and the person appeared.

Having accepted the challenge, Shan Shi didn't slack off. He followed Xin Xie and the two humanoid mechanical figures, rushing towards the "corpse snake"!
One person with two mechanical puppets moved extremely fast.

When the "snake head" landed about two zhang high, a man and two puppets leaped into the air, stepping on the bodies and heads of the corpse soldiers.

The two mechanical puppets were the first to touch the scroll of immortals.

However, since the mechanical puppets' hands and feet are like knives and swords, their main purpose is to kill, and they can't be considered true limbs. It would be awkward and difficult for them to snatch the cloth scroll.

Even with the two mechanical puppets exerting force from the left and right simultaneously, they failed to clamp the cloth roll tightly. Instead, they affected the range of Gu Xinhun and Long Duoduo's sword strikes.

However, being surrounded and attacked by five "people" undoubtedly interfered with Ji Mucheng's judgment to some extent.

Xin Xie, who arrived later, seized the moment when the cloth roll stopped and grabbed the bottom edge of the roll with both hands, then jumped down.

They tried to use the force of the fall to snatch the roll of cloth!
Ji Mucheng sensed something was wrong. As he crouched down, the skeletal hand slammed down in the direction where Xin Xie had slid down!

The White Bone Hand fell with unstoppable speed, and Xin Xie was once again on the verge of death!
"Fine, since we've lost the fight, we'll accept this scheme."

No one can stop it, but mechanical puppets can.

Shan Shi muttered to himself with a touch of heartache.

The two mechanical puppets formed a double-ghost-knocking-door formation, blocking the skeletal hand's downward momentum.

Click!
The mechanical armor that Jiang Yichen and Leng Mei failed to destroy in the Youjing Imperial City has now been pierced through the left and right halves of their waists by a single hand and a punch!
Ji Mucheng's skeletal hand was unable to be pulled back for the time being.

The two mechanical puppets also stopped obeying Shan Shi's commands.

The three are stuck together!
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Xin Xie snatched the cloth scroll from Ji Mucheng's hands and pulled it to the ground!
Lone Soul and Dragon Duoduo's swords arrived simultaneously, chasing after Ji Mucheng's vital points, who was no longer protected by the cloth!

Ji Mucheng's eyes instantly lost all their luster.

Just then, I saw the short, fat dwarf's bitter face turn from sorrow to anger.

Anger welled up inside him, and he no longer had any hesitation or reservations!

With two mechanical puppets stuck in his right hand, he faced Lone Soul and Long Duoduo's twin swords head-on!

Driven by rage, Himeki Shigeki lost all chances of escape.

Before long, the Tai'a Sword and the Lone Goose Sword pierced his throat and back of his heart from the front and back respectively!
Even in death, Ji Mucheng's mind was filled with images of fighting his way through mountains of corpses and seas of blood!

There wasn't time to say a final goodbye to the shattered dream of restoring the nation...

The AI ​​in other scenes is too difficult to work with, so let's give Xin Xie, who specializes in attacking the big boss, a close-up shot~