The Dominance of Martial Arts: Starting from the Tiger Roaring Golden Bell

Chapter 314: Continuous Attacks, Unbelievable

At night, the moon is bright in the sky.

He Lingju walked out of the shadow of the wooden house and looked down at the people on the square built with logs below.

Among the crowd, a man and a woman were shocked.

"Ling! What are you talking about?!"

"Don't talk nonsense at a time like this!"

He Ling ignored the scolding from his father and mother.

She stared at the frowning He Baiyu and smiled slightly.

“Those who have taken the medicine will not survive tonight.

If you want to save their lives, you'd better surrender quickly.

We, the Immortal Sect, only want your life, not the lives of others."

He Baiyu snorted coldly:
"What did the Immortal Sect promise you? That you don't even care about your father and mother's lives?

He Ling! It’s not too late for you to turn back now!”

He Ling walked to the edge of the wooden house, looked down and spoke word by word:
"I'll give you thirty breaths to think about it. After thirty breaths, you can wait to collect the bodies of your tribesmen tomorrow."

He Baiyu sighed and pointed at He Ling:

"Get her!"

Whoosh!
In a flash, three Crane warriors leaped towards the Crane Spirit like arrows.

Just when they were only one step away from He Ling, several figures suddenly jumped out from behind He Ling.

Bang bang bang!
The head of a Crane warrior exploded, and his body fell into the gap between the wooden house and the square and crashed to the ground.

A Crane warrior had his waist and legs separated, his lower body remained on the floor of the wooden house, and his upper body fell to the square with a howl of pain.

The last Crane warrior was grabbed by the neck and lifted up.

The faces of the people from the Crane Clan who saw this scene changed drastically:
"Hebin! What are you doing!?"

"Hetuo! Are you crazy?!"

"An! Let go!"

The three young men of the Crane Tribe who killed warriors of their own tribe did not care at all about the persuasion and scolding of their father and mother who shouted at the top of their lungs.

He An raised a warrior of his own clan and slowly exerted force with his left hand.

Click.

The struggling Crane warrior had his neck broken and his head tilted to the side.

He casually threw the body into the square.

He An looked at He Baiyu with a smile on his face:

"These stone warriors can't do anything to us."

Hearing this, the iron warriors in the crowd gritted their teeth and prepared to rush up to teach them a lesson.

He Baiyu stretched out his arm, signaling his fellow tribesmen not to act rashly.

"Just the four of you? Where are the others? Where did they go?"

"Don't worry about it. Thirty breaths have passed, why don't you surrender?"

He An pointed at He Baiyu and said with a grin.

He Baiyu ignored him and looked up at the moon.

"Please ask our allies to lend a hand!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a man fell from the sky and landed on the roof of the wooden house where He Ling and others were.

He had no hair on his head, a handsome face, wore a red silk robe, and held Buddhist beads in his hand.

"Hui Xin of the snake tribe led his tribesmen to come to help."

The next moment, dozens of monks in different clothes appeared.

They stood on the roofs of the wooden houses, looking down from a high position, and surrounded He Ling and others.

He Ling and the others looked around with grim expressions:
"Should Buddhists come and meddle in our affairs?!"

"You immortals are acting recklessly among the various races. The gods cannot tolerate this, so they have sent us, the Buddhists, to assist the various races in exterminating you."

He Ling and others instantly understood what Buddhism meant. They wanted to occupy the righteousness of this world and conquer the Taoists in the name of the gods.

Now they only need to help the Crane Clan and destroy the Taoists in the Crane Clan.

Buddhism can use the Crane Clan to inform all clans that Buddhism is the power of the gods.

Thinking of this, He Ling and others looked at each other.

The Buddhists are well prepared, and I'm afraid they will have to fight for their lives today.

"Everyone! There's a change of plan! Let's play it by ear!"

After He Ling finished speaking, he glared at Hui Xin.

Huixin laughed and stretched out her right palm and pushed gently.

Under the shocked gazes of the crowd, He Ling bled from all seven orifices, fell to the ground, and lost his breath.

"You dare to use your mind power in front of me? You are courting death!
"Smart Fist! Take them down!"

A burly monk in black silk robes jumped towards He Bin and the others with an expressionless face. He Bin and He An took the initiative to meet Hui Quan.

He Bin struck out with both palms, and silver light flashed on his palms.

He An spewed out pillars of fire from his mouth, dispelling the darkness of night.

Hetuo stood there, motionless, staring at Huiquan.

With a wise punch, he swung his arm, and his right arm shaped like a giant elephant's trunk, hitting Hebin.

The moment the silver light was defeated, He Bin's chest was also pierced.

At the same time, Huiquan opened his mouth and roared at the pillar of fire that was getting closer and closer to his pupils.

The roar was like thunder, turning into a strong wind that blew away the pillar of fire.

Boom! Hui's fist landed on the ground, grabbed He'an's jaw and lifted him up.

"Will you surrender? Or will you let me give you a ride?"

Huiquan looked at Hetuo with disdain in his eyes.

The lifted up He An wanted to spit fire.

However, Huiquan's left hand was like an iron hoop, tightly blocking his mouth, leaving him helpless.

Perhaps he was a little impatient with He An's struggle.

He looked at Hetuo's wise fist and pulled it hard.

Blood splattered and flesh and bones were torn apart.

He An, who lost his lower jaw, wanted to scream in pain, but he couldn't make a sound because he lost his tongue.

He could only stagger back a few steps, staring with his eyes wide open, and fell from the wooden house to the dark bottom of the cliff amid the wailing of his father and mother.

Hetuo did not show any reaction to the death of his companion.

He looked behind Hui Quan and saw the people in the square.

"Why don't you do anything? What are you waiting for?"

Before Hetuo could finish his words, Hui Quan threw a punch.

boom! ! !
The wooden house exploded, Huixin jumped up and jumped onto the roof of another wooden house.

Hui Quan flew backwards and smashed into the cliff, creating a human-shaped hole.

"Fight me! Do you have what it takes?!"

The violent wind blew away the dust and fog formed by the shattered wooden house.

Hetuo crashed out of the dust and mist and kicked his legs towards the human-shaped pit.

Bang! ! !
Amid the continuous roar, waves of gray fog surged out of the pit, sweeping in all directions along with countless pieces of rubble.

On the square, a monk jumped from the roof of a wooden house in front of the crane people.

As he put his hands together, the gray fog and rubble rushing towards the crowd seemed to hit an invisible wall.

It stopped not far in front of the monk and floated upwards.

At the same time, among the people near He Baiyu, a young man suddenly punched the floor made of heavy logs.

Click!

Spider-web-like cracks suddenly appeared on the floor, and the square shook.

"What are you doing!"

The soldiers near the young man immediately attacked him.

Unexpectedly, he was blocked by more than 20 young men.

"All of them, go..."

The young man raised his fist, ready to strike again.

Whoosh!
He Baiyu swung his sword across the air.

Stab it!

The young man's right arm fell off, but he did not stop. Instead, he tried to raise his foot and step on the ground.

puff!

A line of blood first appeared on the young man's face, neck, chest, abdomen, and waist, and then his body was split into two along the blood line.

Looking at the body that was killed by his palm knife, the monk sighed:
"Why is that so?"

The man who witnessed his son's death endured the pain in his abdomen and hugged his wife with tears in her eyes.

He didn't understand why his always obedient son would do such a thing?
But he understood that his son's behavior just now clearly showed that he did not consider his own life and his wife's life.

Therefore, the monks could not be blamed for his death.

However, not everyone is as sensible as him.

At this time, many young fathers and mothers, despite their own abdominal pain, protected their children.

"He was just confused for a moment! Please let him go!"

"Nanbei! Tell the clan leader you are wrong! Tell him now!"

(End of this chapter)