The Wind-Controlling Swordsmanship from Under One Person

Chapter 86: Tyrannical Zhang Lingyu, attracting the bone scraper (asking for monthly tickets)

The flames formed a half-body towering figure, like a god born from fire descending into the world, emitting an aura of destruction.

As Qin Ye swung his fist, the burning fire god that enveloped his body also made the same movement as him. The huge fist wings were wrapped in flames all over the sky, and the air seemed to be sucked into a vortex, extremely distorted.

With a loud rumbling sound, hundreds of thousands of wooden pillars that covered the sky and the moon were instantly reduced to ashes and disappeared, along with Zhou Sheng who was following behind, and were also swallowed up by the blazing flames.

For a moment, the earth trembled, the space shook, and the surroundings seemed to be baptized by artillery fire, riddled with holes and unrecognizable.

The resounding sound even attracted the attention of people all over the mountain.

Zhou Sheng's Fenghou Qimen is indeed very mysterious, but in terms of destructive power alone, it cannot compare to the ferocity of Yanhun.

His clothes turned to ashes, his hair was gone, and some parts of his body were charred. Zhou Sheng turned into a ball of black smoke and emerged from the flames. He ignored Qin Ye and ran straight towards Wang Ye, rolled him up and fled into the distance.

"Uncle Master, didn't you say that no one in the world can hurt you? I don't mean anything else. We were right to run. That person wasn't a human at all. But if you had just used the 'Kan Zi Jue', you wouldn't be in such a mess, right?"

Wang had no other intentions, he just felt that his great-uncle master was a little too arrogant. Using the merits of incense and sandalwood to deal with fire was feasible, but it also depended on the person. The other party was obviously not ordinary, and the Kan character technique to overcome fire was the most sensible choice.

The terrifying eyes in the black fog shone with a dim light. Wang Ye only felt his head being hit and cried out in pain. Then a voice came from the black fog:
"Stop talking nonsense. Today I am concerned about you being here. Besides, this is Longhu Mountain. If I use the Kan character technique, I'm afraid it will flood the place. I am saving face for that old guy Zhang Zhiwei."

"Yes, yes, you are right."

Looking at the black fog rising into the sky, Qin Ye said nothing, released the Flame Soul state, and exhaled a breath of hot air.

His upper body was now naked, but his pants were intact, and the devouring sac in his pocket was not broken, thanks to the exclusive materials provided by Liu Kunsheng, the top brother on the list.

Qin Ye took out new clothes from the devouring sac and put them on, then found the right direction and left quickly.

The commotion just now was so loud that it would definitely attract attention. It doesn't matter if Zhou Sheng ran away. The monk can run away but the temple cannot. You, Zhou Sheng, are free and easy in the world, so Wang Ye will not follow you and hide, right?

Qin Ye's target has changed now, or rather, his target from the beginning was vaguely directed at the person behind Wang Ye. The benefits of being a successor are too low. Since this old senior Zhou has appeared, it is better to kill this enlightened person directly. The benefits will definitely be much higher.

But next time, I have to find a way to trap the other party first.

Not long after both parties left.

A group of Taoist priests from the Tianshi Temple were the first to arrive here. Seeing the mess in front of them, they were so shocked that they were speechless.

The second group to arrive were the Wang family. They wondered if the commotion was related to the person who killed Wang Bing, so they followed the Tianshi Mansion closely with the principle of rather killing the wrong person than letting the guilty go.

The search was fruitless and no one spoke that night.

……

The next day, at the competition arena.

Qin Ye's opponent today is Zhang Lingyu. There are more people in the stands than yesterday. If Deng Youfu is just a little famous, then the name of Lingyu Zhenren is well-known.

It's not just because he's a high-ranking official in the Tianshi Mansion, the more important reason is that he's handsome, with an upright figure and silver hair cascading down like a waterfall, and he has countless female fans.

He is the seed player of this conference.

As the game began, Qin Ye took the lead in attacking, leaping forward and slashing with a sword.

Zhang Lingyu dodged sideways and was about to fight back when he saw a leg coming at him so fast that it left an afterimage. He retreated backwards and felt a strong wind brush across his cheek, causing a burning pain.

‘What a speed! ’

Knowing that his opponent was no weakling, Zhang Lingyu no longer held back. With a flash of lightning around him, he quickly retreated. At the same time, he raised one palm with five fingers spread out, and with a crackling sound, several inky black arcs of electricity rushed out of his palm, twisting and jumping, and hit Qin Ye.

"It appeared, the black palm thunder!"

"Speaking of which, why is Lingyu Zhenren's palm lightning black?"

"You don't know about that, right? The Tianshi Mansion's thunder method is divided into yin and yang. If you learn it before your body is broken, it will be yang thunder, which is white. If you learn it after your body is broken, it will be yin thunder, which is black."

"Ah! What! You said my Lingyu's first blood is gone! Oh my God, who the hell took away my Lingyu's first blood!"

In a corner of the stands, a short old man with a rough face heard the crowd's discussion. He cast a charming look on Zhang Lingyu, his gaze rippling with affection.

Not far from the old man, a young man hugging his girlfriend looked at him with the same affection and admiration, but he didn't dare to get too close, just like a dog who didn't dare to go beyond the goddess.

Of course, the young man was like this not because the old man had a peerless appearance, but because the old man exuded an excellent attraction to the opposite sex.

That’s right, the opposite sex.

Time went back, facing the palm thunder, Qin Ye did not retreat, he slashed in the air with his knife, and a wall of wind rose from the ground.

While the whistling wind wall blocked the palm thunder, a huge blue-white wind tornado swept out, whistling towards Zhang Lingyu, with flying sand and rocks.

Zhang Lingyu raised his eyebrows, and his body flashed with lightning, quickly dodging to the side.

As the sunlight poured down, his shadow seemed to be stretched and narrowed by an invisible hand. Following a strange movement, a figure suddenly appeared behind him.

Zhang Lingyu sensed something, and in shock, he quickly twisted his waist, with thunder filling his palms.

Zhang Lingyu's reaction could be considered fast, but the figure behind him was even faster. With a flash of cold light, Zhang Lingyu's chest was pierced and in the blink of an eye, he was nailed to the ground by a long knife.

The audience outside the stadium exclaimed, and even the referee wanted to come off the field to stop the fight. However, when he saw Zhang Lingyu raised his hand, he stopped what he was doing.

At this time, Zhang Lingyu was lying on the ground, with a knife stuck in a position slightly away from his heart, and bright red blood was flowing out.

"Did you deliberately avoid my vital points?"

"Zhang Lingyu, admit defeat and stop wasting time." Qin Ye said lightly.

"Give up? You're certainly strong, but I can't lose here." Zhang Lingyu said as a thick, murky liquid suddenly gushed out from beneath him. It was thick and turbid, covering the entire area in an instant. "My move is called Dirty Water. Northern Cangtan, teach me!"

The atmosphere suddenly became oppressive, and water-dirty lightning like pitch-black mercury surged up quickly, like the huge mouth of a ferocious beast, swallowing Qin Ye and the caster in the blink of an eye.

It sucks the marrow from the bones and pollutes the heart.

A burst of female screams erupted in the stands. It was obvious that Lingyu Zhenren's comeback victory had brought them to the climax.

However, before the shouting died down, a flash of fire suddenly appeared in the muddy water mine, and then it suddenly exploded, and the burning sticky ink splashed in all directions like fireworks.

Qin Ye's figure appeared, and the long sword in his hand was seen to be red, with wisps of fire lingering on it. The surrounding water thunder was like snow meeting the warm sun, melting and dissipating with him as the center point.

He stepped on Zhang Lingyu's chest with his right foot. The latter's chest collapsed, blood gushed out of his mouth, and he was breathing weakly. It was obvious that he had lost his fighting ability. His originally white robe was intertwined with charred black and bright red.

"Ahhh!! Take your feet off my Lingyu Zhenren, you bastard!"

"Masked man, give me my spiritual jade and come at me!!"

There was silence for a moment, and then exclamations suddenly broke out in the arena, drowning out the roars of the fans who wanted to challenge Qin Ye to a duel.

Qin Ye ignored the noise on the stage and looked at the referee.

The latter came to his senses and quickly announced the result of the game. He was afraid that if it was any later, his junior master would be dead.

After sending away a few crazy fans who came to cause trouble, Qin Ye walked towards the back mountain.

As for how to get rid of them, they were all slapped in the face.

As he approached his residence, Qin Ye suddenly realized that someone was following him. He turned around and saw a man with a very wretched appearance.

When the wretched man saw him turn around, he waved his finger at him expressionlessly, then turned and left.

Qin Ye’s first reaction was: There is a trap.

Second reaction: Knowing that the trap is a trap, it is not a trap, but a contest.

Qin Ye chuckled and followed.

No matter who the other party is or what his intentions are, you have to find out first, and if you can't find out, kill him.

The back mountain of Longhu Mountain has been basically undeveloped, with only some houses and venues built by the Tianshi Mansion. The rest of the area is no different from a mountain valley.

As the wretched man went deeper into the dense forest, Qin Ye came to a deserted open space.

I saw a beautiful scenery at first glance.

She was a woman with pink hair, a graceful figure, and an alluring charm all over her body.

One of the four madmen of Quan Xing, Xia He, the Bone Scraper.

A congenitally extraordinary person with the ability to relax muscles, he can amplify the desires of others and has a fatal attraction to the opposite sex.

Qin Ye naturally recognized this person and guessed why he had led him here.

It's nothing more than getting back face for Zhang Lingyu.

What’s different from other fangirls is that this one is Zhang Lingyu’s real woman, who took his first blood.

"Xia He, baby, I lured him here, ahaha~" The wretched man crawled at Xia He's feet, greedily sniffing the scent of her jade feet, with his tongue sticking out and saliva flowing unconsciously.

"That's great. I'll give you a reward later." Xia He smiled charmingly, and her voice had a special magnetism that made people feel numb all over.

Then she looked at Qin Ye and said with a sweet smile: "You are also great, with a strong aura. It must be wonderful to be with you. What a pity."

Qin Ye took a few steps forward and said indifferently:

"Oh? What's the pity?"

"What a shame. You shouldn't treat my man like that."

As Xia He finished speaking, more than a dozen people of different heights, weights and sizes walked out behind him, all of them men.

He stared at Qin Ye with fierce and greedy eyes, as if he was the only mission item.

Qin Ye glanced around and sneered, "You have so many men, how do I know which one you are talking about?"

Xia He's gentle expression turned cold, and without responding, she said to the crowd behind her:
"Whoever kills him can enter my room tonight."

Hearing this, the men went crazy, with desire in their eyes not concealed at all, and rushed out roaring.

Qin Ye had nothing much to say about this group of puppets whose brains were obsessed with sex. Clang—thousands of blades were unsheathed and moved forward with the gust of wind.

Qin Ye's figure was like a phantom, moving through the crowd. Every time he changed, a head came up. In the blink of an eye, more than ten headless corpses were lying on the ground.

Shaking off the blood on the knife, Qin Ye looked ahead.

Xia He's beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, and she was quite surprised.

There is an unwritten rule in the world of extraordinary people that no matter how powerful a master is, it is difficult for him to fight against many enemies alone.

In history, she only knew of the old Heavenly Master, her previous leader Wu Gensheng, and the Sword Nightmare in South China who had won against many opponents.

"Knife?" Xia He looked at the bloody knife in Qin Ye's hand and asked suddenly, "Are you the Knife Nightmare!?"

(End of this chapter)