One person: Reborn as Huangxian, seeking the title of Feng Baobao at the beginning

Chapter 437 Fierce Fighting
Taoist Qingfeng realized that something was wrong and used a peach wood sword to cut off the bloody hands. But surprisingly, after the severed hands touched each other, they gradually re-formed into bloody people, wailing and making terrifying sounds.

Taoist Qingfeng frowned, and he forced himself to calm down and observe the situation around him. He was in the abandoned factory just now, and appeared here the next second. This was definitely not normal.

"Is it an illusion?"

Although he had such speculation, Taoist Qingfeng still did not dare to be careless.

"Om..."

A strange sound was heard, and then a large number of bloody people crawled out from the ground. They were covered with disgusting mucus, and gradually gathered together and merged with each other, slowly forming a giant that stood tall.

Taoist Qingfeng saw that something was wrong and turned around to distance himself. At this moment, he suddenly saw a stone tablet standing not far away. The stone tablet was lying in a pool of blood, with a lot of rotten flesh on it, but the words on it were still clearly visible: "Huangquan Biliangzaka".

Seeing this stone tablet, Taoist Qingfeng's eyes flashed with surprise. He immediately realized that the place where he was was the dividing line between the Yellow Spring Country in Dongdao mythology and the real world, and it was also the only way to the Yellow Spring.

How can this be?

Taoist Qingfeng was puzzled. He clearly didn't feel any change in the Feng Shui energy just now. When did he get hit by a spell that made him appear here?
Not far away, a wailing blood giant pounced towards this side, and there seemed to be wandering ghosts all around. Taoist Qingfeng quickly grasped the peach wood sword with both hands, stood in front of himself, closed his eyes, and muttered:
"Great God of Law and Order, a thousand feet of blue light, a mighty force rushing through the clouds, a voice shaking like thunder."

As Taoist Qingfeng chanted the mantra, thunderclouds gradually gathered over Huangquan Birasaka. Above the thunderclouds, there was a faint golden statue surrounded by thunder.

"Holding axes and drills, calling on the heavenly soldiers, holding up the blazing fire train, burning the ghosts and exterminating the spirits!"

As soon as Taoist Qingfeng finished speaking, he immediately turned around and stabbed the peach wood sword into the ground.

"Hurry up as a law!"

In an instant, the golden statue in the thundercloud gradually solidified, and then raised its huge palm and slapped it downwards. Amid the thunder, the entire Yomiuri Hirasaka shook. Several thunderbolts fell at the same time, not only smashing the blood giant, but also melting all the mucus scattered on the ground.

"Click..."

The ground pierced by the peach wood sword began to crack, and this space was collapsing rapidly. But Taoist Qingfeng knew that all this was fake, so he did not dodge or evade, but just sat cross-legged, stood with his hands in front of him, and pinched out the Heart-Setting Technique.

Everything around him seemed to disappear in an instant. When Taoist Qingfeng opened his eyes again, he found himself still in this strange room. The only thing that had changed was the gauze board in front of him, which was split in half.

Taoist Qingfeng then noticed that there was a picture painted with cinnabar on the gauze board. The picture was a scene of Yomi Hirasaka, and various ugly and terrifying ghosts could be seen struggling in it.

Taoist Qingfeng finally understood. No wonder he didn't feel the change in Feng Shui before, but still fell into the spell. It turned out that there were traps set on these gauze boards.

In order to get through here and reach the inner room, one must pass through each of the traps step by step. However, there was no fear on Taoist Qingfeng's face, but he was more eager to fight.

He kicked the gauze board that had been split in two in front of him, then held the peach wood sword tightly and moved forward resolutely. What came into view was a brand new, intact gauze board with mysterious patterns still painted on it with cinnabar.

Taoist Qingfeng did not hesitate at all, raised the peach wood sword high, and slashed at the gauze board. In an instant, the surrounding scene changed quietly again.

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The darkness before dawn is always particularly cold and gloomy. In the village outside the abandoned factory, the villagers were sleeping peacefully in their beds, completely unaware that someone was fighting bloody battles for them not far away.

At this time, outside the factory, there were weeds everywhere, but a large area of ​​grass had been flattened and covered with blood. The daggers in the soldiers' hands were dripping with blood, and not far away were the bodies of many ninjas. Zhang Zhibiao and his men's clothes were almost stained with blood, but most of it was the enemy's blood.

The remaining ninjas' eyes were full of evasion, which was in sharp contrast to the determined eyes of Zhang Zhibiao and his men. These ninjas were no match for the soldiers at all, especially as the soldiers' fighting spirit became stronger and stronger, making these professionally trained ninjas feel terrified and dare not confront them head-on.

Therefore, the soldiers always had the upper hand in the fight, and the ninjas could only use their cunning hiding and evasion skills to temporarily avoid the soldiers' sharp edges and barely deal with them.

Zhang Zhibiao was panting heavily. Like all the soldiers, his physical strength was rapidly depleting. But his eyes were still full of murderous intent. Looking at the remaining ninjas in front of him, Zhang Zhibiao gently wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and then hooked his finger at the ninja viciously.

This provocative action immediately angered the ninjas, and they rushed forward quickly. Zhang Zhibiao and the soldiers immediately started a fierce fight again. From the soldiers' moves, it can be seen that they have no intention of showing mercy. What they used was no longer conventional fighting skills, but the ruthless killing skills of the army.

These soldiers became more and more courageous as they fought. They had a natural fighting spirit for the soldiers of Dongdao and Dongda. Not to mention that these ninjas were the helpers of the criminals who were deliberately destroying the city of Mo. Therefore, they were all decisive and cruel. Without firing a single bullet, they had an absolute advantage with only the daggers in their hands.

"Boom!" At the same time, a loud noise was heard, coming from the position where the fat man was. The fat man punched the weapons of many ghost soldiers. Although he was a mortal, this punch smashed the weapons in the hands of the ghost soldiers into pieces.

The fat man laughed heartily: "You deserve to die for being able to witness my true strength!"

Before he finished speaking, the fat man was like a man in an empty space, punching the ghost soldiers one by one, easily disintegrating their offensive. The fate of heaven, earth and man is determined by three coins, and his punches and kicks are as powerful as the wind...

When the wretched man saw this scene, he finally showed a look of horror in his eyes. He was obviously unbelievable, as this seemed to be beyond his understanding of Feng Shui.

"How is this possible? What kind of evil magic are you using?" the wretched man asked in astonishment as he struggled to control the ghost soldiers to prevent the fat man from approaching.

Hearing this, the fat man immediately spat: "Damn it, you are the first to complain. With your little ability, you dare to come to Dongda to make trouble? Today, the fat man will let you see what Dongda's ancient skills are!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the fat man quickly punched out with both fists, and the three copper coins that were originally lingering around him suddenly floated in the air, spinning at high speed.

Seeing this, the wretched man retreated again and again, because he had sensed an extremely dangerous aura from the fat man. Sure enough, all the ghost soldiers who touched the copper coins seemed to be evaporated and disappeared quickly, without even having time to scream.

The fat man was like a god of war at this moment, approaching the wretched man step by step. The man picked up the chrysanthemum again and wanted to cast a spell. But the fat man had already come in front of him, grabbed his neck, and slammed him against the wall behind him.

A strong feeling of suffocation came over him, and the wretched man struggled desperately, but the fat man's hand was like an iron clamp and could not be shaken. On the inside of the fat man's right arm, golden lines were faintly visible, which seemed to be the source of his power and the essence of the Three-Coin Destiny Technique.

Looking at the wretched man in front of him, the fat man gritted his teeth, suppressed his anger and asked: "I will ask you one question, and you only have one chance to answer. Who is the mastermind behind this? Where is he?"

As he spoke, the fat man increased the strength of his hands, and the wretched man could even hear his neck making noises. "I'll tell you... I'll tell you..." The wretched man was spineless and quickly compromised under the fat man's pressure.

Hearing this, the fat man finally let go of his hand, and the wretched man fell to the ground instantly, covering his neck and coughing violently.

"Hurry up and tell me, don't waste my time!" The fat man stared at the wretched man and urged him. However, at this moment, the chrysanthemums scattered on the side suddenly spread apart.

The wretched man widened his eyes in horror and stepped back repeatedly, stretching out his hands to resist, shouting, "Master Mu Shang, please give me another chance, please..."

Before the wretched man could finish his words, all the chrysanthemum petals pierced into his body like sharp swords. The next second, a strange blue flame ignited on the wretched man's body.

"Ah! Ah!" Screams were heard and the wretched man struggled painfully in the flames. This scene made the fat man frown.

"These bastards are so cruel to their own people?"

At this time, the wretched man had been burned beyond recognition and was lying on the ground, his struggles becoming increasingly weak. The fat man looked at this scene and shook his head slightly:

"Look at you. What has become of you? You guys are hopeless..."

After saying that, the fat man immediately turned around and walked quickly in the direction of Wang Cheng and Taoist Qingfeng.

After passing through two narrow corridors, the fat man saw a group of corpses, which were controlled by a man and continued to attack Wang Cheng. Although Wang Cheng was surrounded, he seemed calm and composed. Tai Chi in his hands combined yin and yang, hardness and softness.

Although he was outnumbered, he was still able to maneuver with ease, and he had obviously found a way to release the corpses. He dodged the attack of a corpse, quickly grabbed its throat, and quickly pressed several acupuncture points.

After the acupuncture point was pressed, Wang Cheng lifted the corpse's chin, and a black gas suddenly came out of the corpse's mouth, mixed with a chrysanthemum petal. As soon as the black gas came out, the corpse fell straight down, rotted quickly, and turned into a pile of dry bones in an instant. It was obvious that the corpse was very old.

The fat man was a little surprised when he saw this. At this time, Wang Cheng's voice came:
"Fatty, are you just standing there watching the show? Come and help!"

The fat man crossed his arms and said proudly:
"Hey, isn't this Taoist Wang? What, Taoist Wang still needs my help?"

Wang Cheng dodged the attack of the two corpses again and said helplessly:

"Brother, it's already so late and you're still joking. Let's end this fight quickly!"

The fat man was about to step forward when he heard this, but suddenly he seemed to have thought of something and stopped.

"Hey, I suddenly want to eat mutton hotpot, what should I do?"

Wang Cheng naturally understood what the fat man meant and immediately shouted:

"I'll treat!"

"Got it!"

When the fat man heard this, he immediately laughed and joined the battle. The two cooperated well, and their fighting styles formed a sharp contrast, which was very entertaining.

Wang Cheng prefers a more technical style of play. He is still able to move freely in the encirclement and move forward and backward freely. With the help of the Qimen Bagua Bureau under his feet, he is almost invincible.

The fat man, on the other hand, was not so particular. With the blessing of the Three-Coin Destiny Technique, he fought like a desperate man. The corpses' attacks were almost ineffective against him, and each of his punches could quickly tear open a gap in the encirclement.

"If we force the chrysanthemum petals out of their bodies, we can get the corpses out of control. Otherwise, we will never be able to finish them off."

"Don't worry, I'm here to protect you. But don't forget, you owe me a meal of mutton hotpot."

"Alright, alright, why are you so long-winded? When we get back to Lianyun City, you pick the place and I'll pay!"

The Jiumen Fengshui Bureau offers generous treatment and a considerable salary, which makes Wang Cheng, who has always been stingy, generous for once.

The two chatted while fighting with the corpses around them, and it seemed that the scene did not cause them much pressure.

On the other hand, Panasonic, who was controlling the corpses, was sweating on his forehead. Obviously, controlling so many corpses at the same time was a bit strenuous for him, not to mention that the number of corpses was constantly decreasing, and the balance of the battle was quickly tilting towards Wang Cheng and the fat man.

Wang Cheng continued to hit the key parts of the corpse, forcing out the chrysanthemum petals. But the fat man had other plans. He looked back, locked onto the position of Matsushita, and said to Wang Cheng:
"I really envy you for having such a smart teammate like me. You keep hitting back and forth like this, which is not only time-consuming and laborious, but also has no effect. Look at me!"

Before he finished speaking, the fat man suddenly burst out with even greater strength, and rushed towards the corpses around him like a wild bull. He tore a hole in the originally tight encirclement.

Then, the fat man rushed to Songxia and threw a punch. Songxia hurriedly resisted, but how could he block the fat man's punch that contained the three-coin fate-determining technique?
With just one punch, Panasonic was like a kite with a broken string, and was knocked back several steps by the fat man. Before he could stand firm, the fat man pounced on him, pinned him to the ground and beat him up.

The corpses that lost control suddenly froze in place. Wang Cheng smiled helplessly:
"Don't say that. Sometimes brute force is effective. One force can defeat ten skills..."

After a beating, the fat man picked up Matsushita, who was now unrecognizable. The fat man happily threw him aside:
"Look, using the simplest and most brutal method can solve the problem most directly. It seems that this grandson's major is the method of control, and his combat power is weak!"

However, just as the fat man finished speaking, Wang Cheng suddenly discovered something and hurriedly reminded:
"Fat man, be careful!"

Songxia, who was lying on the ground, quickly stuffed the chrysanthemums into his mouth, made strange hand seals with his hands, and silently recited a few spells.

At the same time, a large amount of black smoke began to spread from Matsushita's body, and then he slowly stood up as if he had never been injured. His eyes were bloodshot, and his aura surged, making Fatty and Wang Chengdu feel a huge threat.

(End of this chapter)