Martial arts of the heavens, I am unstoppable since I was born

Chapter 36: Siege, Seizing the Sword

In the small courtyard in the back mountain.

Zhang Kuang rushed out, waving his hands at Dai Qisi and the others, saying, "Go back and pack your things. I'll take care of the outside affairs."

Dai Qisi looked a little hesitant. After everyone else had gone in, she said, "This group of righteous martial artists have broken into Guangmingding, but there's still no movement there. It's obvious that many experts have arrived. How about I stay and help you clear the way?"

"Need not."

Zhang Kuang walked out carrying a chair, his arrogant voice echoing in the courtyard:
"No one in this world can kill me!"

Of course, Zhang's arrogant voice was not only heard in the courtyard. As soon as it reached the outside, it was heard by masters from various sects who rushed over.

This arrogant remark immediately provoked the ridicule of Xian Yutong, the head of the Huashan Sect:

"Insanity!"

"Did you know..."

Zhang Kuang did not take these people from famous and upright families seriously, and naturally he was too lazy to listen to what Xian Yutong had to say. He threw the chair to the ground, and his feet rose and fell on the ground, causing yellow smoke to rise from the spot. His figure crossed a distance of more than ten feet in a trance and came in front of Xian Yutong.

Xian Yutong's pupils shrank sharply, and he swung the iron fan in his hand, but his figure couldn't help but retreat.

Snapped!
Zhang Kuang reached out and grabbed Xian Yutong's wrist, using the Great Nine Heavens Hand. With a shake of his arm, a surge of force passed through Xian Yutong's arm and throughout his body.

With just a few loud bangs, the Huashan Sect leader's bones were broken by Zhang Kuang, and his true energy dissipated in his meridians. He couldn't even scream.

"hiss--!"

When the righteous people saw this situation, they reacted immediately - the ordinary disciples retreated in a circle, leaving only the leaders of each faction to surround Zhang Kuang.

Zhang Kuang carried Xian Yutong's body like a dead dog and glanced around. There were quite a lot of people from the six major sects and other forces. They filled the back mountain. From where he was, it was a sea of ​​heads. Even if he removed a thousand minions, there would still be several hundred people left.

But there are not many people who are qualified to stand up and surround him.

"Amitabha, I am Shaolin Kongxing. May I ask your name and why you have attacked and harmed those of us who follow the righteous path on this Guangming Peak?"

Monk Kong Xing was the first to speak. He held a gold-plated iron Zen staff in his hand. The rings jingled as he spoke, adding a touch of majesty to his voice.

Zhang Kuang was counting the heads and seeing how many materials had come in. After hearing this, he simply gave up the idea of ​​counting the number and threw Xian Yu Tong into the furnace, saying:

"So much bullshit!"

Before he finished speaking, the figure rushed out again.

The masters had seen Zhang Kuang's extreme speed before, although it was only driven by internal force, but how could they not be on guard?
At that moment, all the masters took up their positions and watched where Zhang Kuang was going.

In Zhang Kuang's eyes, these people are all materials, so naturally it doesn't matter what order they come in.

But this monk was the first to interrupt me counting, which was really hateful!
Therefore, Zhang Kuang's move was naturally aimed at Kong Xing.

"Well done!"

Kong Xing was not afraid when he saw Zhang Kuang coming to kill him. He shouted loudly, stuck the Zen stick in his hand into the ground, and rushed towards Zhang Kuang with his hands clenched into claws.

Monk Kong Xing was one of the four great Shaolin monks, known as "Knowledge, Hearing, Wisdom, and Nature." Though he was the last in line, he had mastered the Dragon Claw technique to such perfection that even the supremely skilled Monk Kong Jian couldn't match his proficiency. Therefore, whenever Kong Xing made a move, the Shaolin monks' faces lit up with excitement, as if they had already witnessed their uncle's dragon claws catching a demon.

Even the few righteous masters who attacked at the same time stopped at this moment. Even though they knew that Kong Xing was probably no match for Zhang Kuang, they were unwilling to get involved at this time, lest they be blamed for Kong Xing's defeat.

Only Wudang's Yu Lianzhou and Zhang Songxi stabbed Zhang Kuang from the left and right - others were worried that their actions would cause dissatisfaction in Shaolin, but they were Zhang Sanfeng's direct disciples, so they were not afraid.

Zhang Kuang felt the sharp claws of the empty dragon in front of him, and heard the sound of wind behind him. He felt something on his clothes, and with a sneer on his face, he stopped and chopped with his backhand, his left hand forward and his right hand backward. The force swept out as if making a circle, which was exactly the [Dragon Swinging Tail] in the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms.

With two clang sounds, Yu Lianzhou and Zhang Songxi's Wudang swords were broken into seven or eight pieces by his palm. The two were also swept by the force, and their figures retreated instead of moving forward, and flew backwards into the pile of disciples on the spot.

Kong Xing saw that the situation was not good, so he still used his dragon claws to grab the "dragon tail" and grabbed Zhang Kuang's left hand. With a happy look on his face, he moved forward and hit Zhang Kuang's temple with his other hand.

But Zhang Kuang's hand trembled, and he grabbed Kong Xing's wrist and pulled him over. His legs bent forward like a century-old pine tree rooted in the ground, and his body suddenly became half a head shorter, but then his sinking left shoulder pushed upwards.

The emptiness is right in the middle of your chest!
Kunmen Iron Mountain Back!
"puff!"

Kong Xing was suddenly hit hard by this blow, and his chest and ribs were shattered in an instant. His internal organs were smashed into a sieve by the broken bones. Blood spurted out of his mouth and he died.

"This thief is vicious! Everyone, please don't hold back. Follow me and fight him shoulder to shoulder!"

After the righteous path suffered repeated defeats, Kong Zhi finally realized the reality. He knew that he could not be a match for Zhang Kuang alone, so he quickly called for people to siege him.

Nun Miejue was the first to respond. She rolled up her wide sleeves and the Emei inherited treasure, the Sword of the Heavenly Sword, fell into her hands.

The figure moved forward, the sword was unsheathed, shining with brilliant golden light, as if holding a tomorrow. Wherever the sword pointed, wherever the sunlight shone, he was invincible.

In addition, two elders from the Huashan Sect, one tall and one short, held sharp long swords in their hands and performed the Huashan unique anti-two-yin sword technique, which cooperated with the Kunlun Sect's He Taichong and Ban Shuxian's Kunlun unique positive two-yin sword technique to form the positive and negative two-yin sword technique, surrounding Zhang Kuang.

Suddenly, swords clashed, and the He couple could be heard holding swords like the scorching sun across the sky. The swords emitted a cold light like a spider web. The two old men, tall and short, wielded their swords like the cold moon in the sky, and the swords emitted a stream of silk like swaying tree shadows.

Yin Liting and Mo Shenggu from Wudang, the monk Kongzhi from Shaolin, and Shi Huolong, leader of the Beggar Gang, were about to step forward to help, but were stopped by the Five Elders of Kongtong.

"Mr. Tieqin and his wife, along with the two elders, Tall and Short, have used a sword formation to restrain this beast. Nun Miejue's sword is incredibly sharp and can be the main attacker. With the five of them working together, they can already surround and kill this guy. If you attack now, you will only disrupt the rhythm and throw the formation into disarray."

Only then did everyone suppress their impatience and act as cheerleaders to cheer and support the five people.

However, Zhang Kuang's steps in the formation were uneven and his figure was swaying. The vast true energy poured into his palms, and his pair of flesh palms suddenly turned purple and red. He pushed forward with his left hand to grab the positive Liangyi Sword, and chopped back with his right hand to break the negative Liangyi Knife. The sword formation that was so powerful just now was broken by him in an instant.

However, the He couple and the two elders, tall and short, were all people with great internal strength. They immediately abandoned their swords and used their unique fist and palm skills to approach Zhang Kuang.

Another nun, Miejue, seized the opportunity and the sword in her hand turned into golden light and stabbed at Zhang Kuang's heart.

In a flash, the situation had gone through many twists and turns, and everyone was so frightened that they dared not breathe. Now, seeing that the final blow was about to come, they all smiled happily.

But suddenly a red light appeared above Zhang Kuang's head, and eight fire dragons rose up. Amidst everyone's astonishment, they grabbed the He couple and the two elders, tall and short, and burned the four of them to charcoal.

Then Zhang Kuang closed his hands and let go of the Yitian Sword, and at the same time, he hit Master Miejue's chest with an elbow. The two buffer water bags were smashed to pieces, and blood splattered.

The Sword of the Heavenly Sword also fell into Zhang Kuang's hands.

(End of this chapter)