Tang Dynasty Bandits

Chapter 75: The End of the Land Gods

Clusters of spears had pierced Wang Xianzhi's body.

This old man, who usually looks as elegant as an immortal, is now covered in blood and no longer resembles a human.

The tattered robe was blown by the wind, giving me a sense of loneliness as if I were alone among the mountains and rivers.

Even though his eyes were closed and he was motionless, the remaining pressure still frightened the Tang soldiers and they dared not move forward.

"Is he dead?" someone asked tentatively.

Finally, a brave soldier came forward, drew his sword, and prepared to cut off Wang Xianzhi's head.

The blade cut the neck, and a line of blood spurted out.

All the soldiers cheered in unison, and also lamented that they were too cowardly and could not seize the first credit.
But as soon as the blade penetrated the flesh an inch, the warrior holding the knife felt a huge force as if he was trapped in quagmire, and could not move forward any further.

"How dare you, Zhu Zi!"

A deafening roar suddenly emanated from the old man's mouth.

His blood-stained hair flew up in the air, his body shook, and all the spears and arrows that were inserted into his body broke.

As for the soldier who tried to take his head, the recoil force released by Wang Xianzhi twisted his long sword into a disc, and his armored body bounced up more than a meter and exploded in the air. The cowhide fragments, bones and flesh fell like a tragic rain of blood.

The broken spears and arrows shot out in all directions like a puff of dark clouds, killing and wounding the government soldiers in an instant when they landed on the ground.

As long as he has a breath left, Wang Xianzhi can still be called invincible.

Wang Xianzhi soared into the sky, his speed once again exceeding the previous limit.

The general, who was as tall as a mountain, held a two-meter-long iron spear and stood in front of Wang Xianzhi, roaring.

The tip of its spear emitted a deep blue light, and as it surged, it had the momentum of a roaring sea tide.

But Wang Xianzhi stepped directly on the spear, moved up along the spear in an instant, and when he got close, he collided with its body.

Jiang Chen, the leader of the four corpse kings, was a top warrior who had killed Xiang Yan, the commander of the Chu army, when Qin conquered Chu. A huge human-shaped hole was knocked out of him.

"Not good!" Lei Yinfu and other members of the Five Burning Heaven Swords exclaimed in unison.

Wang Xianzhi's final blow before his death must be aimed at Marshal Yan.

But the power of his attack, which pierced through the general, was so great that the three armies were frightened out of their wits, and for a moment no one had time to step forward to stop him.

Only around Governor Zang Zimian's figure, strange black air flew out, and then he rushed forward as if shrinking the distance into an inch.

"Wang Xianzhi, how could I let you hurt Marshal Yan?"

The bone staff swept upwards, emitting a bloody light all over the sky.

Then the bones exploded with a loud bang, and the flying bone powder scattered like snowflakes.

The governor stood there with his left hand covering his arm, gasping for breath. His entire right hand had been torn off at the shoulder, and the severed end was drenched in blood.

Before, General Yan cut off Wang Xianzhi's left arm, and Wang Xianzhi retaliated by pulling off the right arm of the Zang governor.

Wang Xianzhi's entire body was covered in blood, except for his remaining right arm, whose palm remained clean and smooth, without a speck of blood.

His palm brushed the void, as if resonating with the great Dao of heaven and earth.

The wind blows under my feet, as if it comes through space.

The personal guards of General Yan who rushed forward to defend themselves were all beaten into mud by Wang Xianzhi's palms.

"Never had a rival even to match him" is the most accurate evaluation of him!

The palm of his hand glowed white, and with the remaining strength, it violently collided with the Blazing Sky-Burning Blade.

The flames shooting up into the sky collided with the frosty white light, creating a myriad of gusts of wind. The ground was covered with black marks left by the burns and marks plowed by the aftermath.

Zhen Ranyu's ribs broke, blood spurted out of his mouth, and he flew backwards.

Wang Xianzhi did not pursue.

He suddenly sat down on the ground, with a solemn expression, a smile on his lips, and did not move.

Amidst a sea of ​​blood and corpses, the old man with a broken arm died of exhaustion after a bloody battle that shocked the world, carrying with him all the pride and honor of his life.

No one can kill him except himself.

There was a moment of complete silence in the venue.

This is the proper ending for the peerless master who has suppressed the martial arts world for forty years and whose position as the world's number one is unshakable.

Afterwards, everyone discovered that General Yan, who had barely managed to stand, had his armor and inner clothes on his chest shattered by Wang Xianzhi's palm.

The smooth curve was exposed directly. But it didn't look that erotic, and even a little tragic, because the palm force directly blasted Zhen Ranyu's chest into a bloody mess.

Facing the gazes of the soldiers from the three armies, Zhen Ranyu bit her lip and suddenly chuckled.

"What's so good about a mass of bloody and rotten flesh? If the palm force were a few inches deeper, the flesh and blood would be completely shaved off. This would help you practice the White Bone Contemplation."

The smile was sweet, but against the backdrop of the blood on the corner of Yan Shuai's lips and the bloody chest, it looked so weird.

The soldiers then turned their eyes away, also shocked by Marshal Yan's calmness and momentum.

Fortunately, the tragic wound covered up most of her beauty, and it also allowed her to use the Buddhist view of white bones to show her state of mind that was very different from that of ordinary people.

But Wang Xianzhi's attack on Bolang before his death really shocked Marshal Yan.

Moreover, she clearly saw that Wang Xianzhi hadn't opened his eyes at all during the entire attack. With the flame of life fading, he had even abandoned his vision in order to deliver an unprecedented and lasting blow, relying solely on his instinctive perception to charge into battle.

Isn't this the ultimate of martial arts?

In the old body sitting cross-legged on the ground, the fire of life finally dimmed.

Boundless light completely enveloped Wang Xianzhi's soul. He felt himself rapidly becoming younger, returning to his twenties, which was the best time of his youth.

He saw countless figures.

Father, mother, Liu Yanzhang, Shang Junchang, and many other old friends nodded and smiled approvingly at him.

The kingdom of King Li Mi of Wei was placed on a higher level than the sky. The founder Wang Bodang personally stretched out his hand and led his soul in the boundless light to participate in the feast of the heroes of Wagang.

"Let the people of the world eat meat with hearty mouthfuls, drink wine with generous bowls, and measure gold and silver with generous weights." King Wei Li Mi said this, looking down at his somewhat worn clothes. "Don't impose on others what you don't want others to do to you. What I like, I will ensure that the people also have it."

"Young man, where are you from?" The King of Wei smiled gently at Wang Xianzhi. "In your time, was the dream of the gentry and commoners being as close as one family already realized?"

"Not yet, but my brothers are still fighting and will definitely not let the King of Wei down."

Wang Xianzhi understood that in this world, his oath of "dying for the Tang Dynasty" could only be fulfilled by Huang Chao and others.

"Very good." Li Mi stood up easily and walked over, placing his hand gently on Wang Xianzhi's shoulder. "Young man, you have fulfilled all your responsibilities in this life. In this vast world, there is a crown of justice reserved for you."

"The aristocratic families have existed for thousands of years, producing countless talents, but they have also caused injustice to permeate the world. The time has come for this system to be finally eliminated. Your blood will not be shed in vain."

Wang Bodang, Shan Xiongxin, Qin Shubao, Luo Shixin, Xu Shiji, Wei Zheng, Cheng Yaojin, Pei Xingyan, Liu Heita, Jia Runfu, Niu Jinda, Guo Xiaoke, Zu Junyan... They all stood up and applauded together.

It is not only for the King of Wei's lofty ambitions, but also to welcome this new younger generation.

In Tianque, many of them could have chosen the country of Emperor Taizong of the Tang Dynasty and enjoy the incense offered to them by their descendants, but they all returned to the country of King Wei.

They will never forget the Wagang dream that all people in the world are brothers.

At this moment, Wang Xianzhi truly felt that he had no regrets in his life!

The body sitting cross-legged on the ground finally let go of its last breath.

The river surged eastward, the muddy banks stained red with blood. At that moment, the river surged, rolling up waves as if to bid farewell to the peerless master.

The river wind swept from south to north, and suddenly countless leaves came like black clouds, covering the sky and the sun. They made bursts of mournful cries in the wind, and then fell into the army formation like heavy rain.

The sky had suddenly turned gloomy, with only a small glimpse of the sun peeking through the clouds. The mountains, rivers, and vegetation were all imbued with a sense of tragedy and grandeur.

"He's really dead." A Tang army soldier tremblingly put his finger to the tip of Wang Xianzhi's nose.

"The King of Western Chu is probably no more than this." Someone sighed.

In the Dabie Mountains, amidst the thick fog, Zhu Wen, Meng Kai and others were marching from a high vantage point, and witnessed with their own eyes the entire process of Wang Xianzhi calmly going to his death.

"Everyone is destined to die. If I, Meng Juehai, can die heroically like this one day, my life will be worthwhile, and it would be better than dying in a cowardly state on a sickbed!"

Meng Kai is a man of heroic spirit by nature, and believes that the destiny of a warrior should be on the battlefield.

Like Wang Xianzhi, who lived a life of great success and died heroically, with his remaining influence as strong as Mount Tai, overwhelming people's hearts, isn't this exactly the ending he has always dreamed of?

Zhu Wen said, "Then when Master has pacified the world, you will be around seventy years old. Go and fight against the barbarians. Like Xian Zhen, you can go into battle without armor and find a place where you will die."

He did not think that what Meng Kai said was unlucky, because being passionate and ready to die was Meng Kai's nature.

Moreover, it is rare for a person to live to be seventy. In these troubled times, if one can really live to be seventy, and still fight in the battlefield and die on the battlefield, it can be said that he has lived a happy life.

As for the rest of the Cao Army soldiers, they were so shocked by Wang Xianzhi's heroic farewell that they were unable to utter a word.

　I don't believe that youth cannot be recalled, nor will I allow history to turn to ashes. I linger over the feast of success at sea, and a glass of wine over the vast mountains and rivers.

　　In this era without aristocratic families (and hopefully there won't be any in the future), let's all raise a glass of wine with the author to say farewell to the leader.

　　As for the last country of Tianque, atheists can understand it as an illusion seen by the leader at the end of his life. This kind of thing at least conforms to the theory of near-death experience.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)