The Heavens Start to Reverse Fate from Martial Arts

Chapter 84: Kill with every step, all the enemies will be annihilated.

The night was as dark as ink, the wind was as fierce as a knife, and the rain was pouring down.

Wang Yi's figure was looming in the rainstorm, like a cheetah running at full speed, violently tearing apart the rain curtain in front of him.

Every step he took seemed to cross space, and every step he took was accompanied by a dull roar. Two long rain belts were pulled out behind him, and the momentum was extremely huge, like an immortal accompanied by wind and thunder.

Nalan Yuanshu thought he could breathe a sigh of relief after escaping from the town, but the sudden whistling of the wind behind him made his relaxed heartstrings tense again.

The three hundred palace guards behind him heard the sound of wind and thunder behind them and hurriedly looked back.

I saw a black shadow rushing towards me in the night, as fast as a ghost and as powerful as a mountain. The terrifying and strange power made people unconsciously feel fear.

"This speed?! How is it possible?"

"How can he be so fast! Is this something a human can do?"

"Run! Quick...Run!"

……

"Drive, drive, drive..."

The three hundred palace guards exclaimed one after another.

They no longer dared to slack off and immediately turned around, wielding the whips in their hands and galloping along the official road outside the town.

Nalan Yuanshu listened to the sound of wind and thunder getting closer and closer, and his expression became extremely solemn. He quickly thought of a countermeasure in his mind, but soon an extremely helpless emotion appeared on his face.

The strength that the man had shown on the mountain before, and the terrifying power he was showing now, made him simply invincible.

There is only one result of resistance, and that is the annihilation of the entire army.

Although he has just entered the level of Hua Jin, he still has some vision.

I don't know who this person is? How could he have such inhuman and terrifying strength?
The Wudang man... Mr. Wang?
Or is it one of Yang Luchan, Guo Yunshen, or Liang Hu?
Are Dan Jin masters really that terrifying?

"You all delay the enemy for me. If I can get away, I will reward your families handsomely!" After Nalan Yuanshu finished speaking, he swung the whip in his hand and ran at full speed without caring what the people behind him thought.

The palace guards behind him subconsciously slowed down their horses.

However, hearing the terrifying power behind them, after some struggle and hesitation, only a dozen people stopped their horses and prepared to fight, while the rest waved their whips again and fled for their lives.

The blue Taoist robe on Wang Yi rustled in the strong wind. He raised his eyes and glanced at the dozen people in front of him who turned their horses around to block him.

Without slowing down, he took a few steps and arrived in front of them, his figure moving around like a ghost. Every move he made was precise and swift. With the sound of bangs, more than a dozen corpses were thrown out like rag dolls and fell to the ground in the pipe, and soon the ground turned bright red.

Without any delay, he put down his hands and continued to chase after the imperial troops who were fleeing in the distance with all his might.

The night grew darker, and the strong wind brought heavy rain, beating the earth under the night.

"Hurry! Hurry up!"

Nalan Yuanshu's nerves were tense to the extreme. He waved the whip in his hand desperately and galloped on his horse.

But soon, the sound of wind and thunder exploded in the sky behind him, and the god of death that was impossible to escape finally caught up with him.

At this moment, everyone's nerves were stretched to the limit, and they subconsciously increased the force in swinging the whip.

Wang Yi raised his eyes to look at Nalan Yuanshu who was running in the front, took a step forward, and appeared behind a guard's horse. He grabbed with one precise claw, easily pierced into the flesh on the guard's back, and violently pulled out the dragon on his spine.

He let go of his hand, took a step forward, raised his hand and chopped down with a knife. Amid the whistling wind, a head with eyes filled with fear soared into the sky, and a column of blood gushed out and turned into a blood rain that fell from the sky.

He took another step and punched one of the men in the chest. With a bone-breaking sound, he was swept away by the force and flew backwards. He vomited a lot of blood and flesh during the flight and died before he landed on the ground.

Wang Yi killed one person at a time, moving through the galloping team without slowing down, killing the imperial soldiers and horses galloping on their horses at will.

"Brothers, fight this demon!" "Kill! If you don't resist, you will die. Even if you die, you must die with dignity!"

"Brothers, follow me and kill!"

……

The palace guards around were shocked and angry when they saw this.

Seeing that there was no hope of escape, they became brave and stopped their horses, drew their swords from their waists and launched a counterattack against Wang Yi.

Wang Yi's face was stern and his body was as fast as lightning. He shuttled through the cold and flashing sword light. His hands stretched out accurately and swiftly, reaping the lives of people around him.

Nalan Yuanshu looked back and saw this scene. He took a deep breath to ease his palpitations, slowly stopped his warhorse, turned over and landed on the ground. He picked up an iron and wooden stick, turned around and stood still, quietly adjusting his own state.

Upon seeing this, the palace guards realized that they had no way to escape, so they stopped their horses, rolled over to the ground, drew their swords at their waists with solemn expressions, and gathered around Nalan Yuanshu.

The night is like thick ink, and the strong wind is like a wild swordsman, raging on the earth accompanied by heavy rain.

Wang Yi killed a man beside him casually, put his hands behind his back, and stood like a mountain in the heavy rain.

With a thought, he controlled the energy in his body and let it flow inward, allowing the rain from the sky to wash over his body and wash away the bloodstains on his clothes.

He looked up at the palace guards in the distance, as well as Nalan Yuanshu holding a wooden iron stick, and said indifferently, "He still has some backbone."

Nalan Yuanshu tightly grasped the iron stick in his hand, feeling its rough texture, and his mind became completely calm.

There was no way out for them. They could only fight to the death to have a glimmer of hope. He stared at the young man in the rain in front of him and said in a deep voice: "Tai Chi Wang Yi... I didn't expect it to be you..."

He never thought that the one chasing them this time would be the target of this arrest, Tai Chi Wang Yi.

It's not that he is too young. Even if he has been practicing martial arts since his mother's womb, it is impossible for him to possess such terrifying strength.

But the scene before him... made him believe it.

"You shouldn't have come... What a pity... Goodbye!"

After Wang Yi finished speaking, he said no more. He took a step forward, tearing open the rain curtain in front of him, and came to a palace guard like lightning. He raised his hand, stroked his neck, and took off his head.

With a casual throw, his figure was like a ghost, shuttling among the crowd, completely transforming into a bloodthirsty Shura, quickly reaping the lives of the enemies in front of him.

Since he has decided to kill all the enemies, he will not hesitate too much. The death of these people can buy time for him.

He must go north to the capital and perfectly execute the dragon-slaying plan before the Qing court can react. Only in this way can he break the chaos of heaven and earth, and in the chaos he can seek everything he wants.

When Nalan Yuanshu saw this, he felt a strong sense of crisis in his heart.

If he didn't take action, he would be doomed to fail. He took a deep breath, tightly grasped the iron stick, and rushed towards Wang Yi.

"Come and die!" The iron stick drew a sharp arc in the rainstorm and smashed towards Wang Yi's head.

Wang Yi dodged by turning his head, took a step forward, raised his hand and gently brushed across Nalan Yuanshu's heart, then ignored him and continued to kill the enemies around him.

Nalan Yuanshu's body froze, and he stood with a stick in one hand, feeling the life slipping away quickly, with an unprecedented bitterness on his face.

One strike! He was defeated with just one strike. The difference between them made him despair.

He had a premonition that the Qing Dynasty would be destroyed by this guy.

He tilted his head to look at the young man strolling in the rain, opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but unfortunately as the last bit of vitality faded away, his consciousness completely dissipated, and his body fell straight into the mud.

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