Great Love for All Heavens Begins with Huang Yaoshi

Chapter 41: Human nature is to not shed tears until you see the coffin, and to not give up until you reach the Yellow River.

Hong Qigong saw that in such a short period of time, the young man in green robe had taken the lives of hundreds of people, killing people that made both the good and evil forces tremble with fear and their morale collapsed again and again. Although he had the idea of ​​stepping forward to stop the war,

But the young man in green robe, who became more and more courageous as he killed more and more people, and whose eyes were filled with more and more hostility, couldn't help but smile bitterly.

If they just go forward like this, they will be beaten to death in a few strokes. Not only will they fail to stop the fight, but the Beggars' Sect will also be implicated in it.

He couldn't help but shake his head and stamped his feet heavily:
"Oh, why did you bother to provoke this evil star? You should be thankful that he didn't provoke you."

On the other side, after Zhuang Bu Ran demonstrated the martial arts of the Five Great Masters one by one, he used various martial arts from the "Nine Yin Scriptures", killing people so hard that blood splattered everywhere and the number of people on the field decreased by three or four hundred.

At this time, the only thing that was not stained with blood was the soles of the young man's feet. There were spots of blood on his green robe and white hair, and there was a strong, nauseating smell of blood on his body.

For some unknown reason, his indestructible body, which was supposed to be immune to water and fire, swords and axes, and all evil, suddenly had a flaw and several wounds appeared on his body.

He was breathing heavily, and wherever his eyes went, the remaining thousand or so people were like frightened birds, and they took five or six steps back.

"After fighting for so long, I have very little energy left in my body. What are you still afraid of?"

Even though the young man in green robe said so, when he took a step forward, the remaining more than a thousand people couldn't help but take a step back. They were really scared. How could one person's martial arts be so high?

It was only a short time, just half an hour, and this devil had killed five or six hundred people.

Among them, the gangsters who wanted to take advantage of the situation ended up the worst. No one knew how the young man in green robe saw that they were not working hard, so he came to the edge and killed them.

"Hahaha, if the mountain doesn't belong to me, I will be the mountain."

Zhuang Bu Ran laughed out loud:
"Now, I will let you try a martial art that I, Zhuang, created. It is called 'Ice Silk Burning Heaven Style'."

His whole body was filled with energy. He raised his foot and stepped forward. A force of both hard and soft responded, and he soared up and pounced forward.

The many martial artists who faced the young man in green robes felt that they were enveloped by a fist intent, as if the ice silk of the Far North covered thousands of miles, with molten lava surging in between. The hard and soft energies collided like ice and fire, burning the sky and boiling the sea when they exploded.

At the critical moment of life and death, they no longer had the intention to retreat. They gritted their teeth, activated the internal force in their dantian, and used the most powerful moves.

"Bang bang bang!"

In an instant, countless people flew out like rags and turned into piles of mud.

Zhuang Bu Ran launched eleven consecutive attacks, leaving seventy or eighty more tattered corpses on the ground and leaving many bloody wounds on his body.

The young man in green robe seemed to be unaware of anything. He looked at the crowd that gradually surrounded him and made a boxing stance on his own.

"This is the culmination of Zhuang's Cangming Fist, called the 'Cangming Guixu Style'."

"The so-called Guixu absorbs all the water in the four seas, the hard strength takes the fierceness of the raging waves of the vast ocean, and the soft strength imitates the mystery of Guixu swallowing the waves. Let me use you as the target of my fist and refine it a little bit."

He rushed out quickly and threw a punch. The power of the punch poured out like nine layers of waves, hard yet soft, and the nine consecutive strikes progressed layer by layer.

Another punch was thrown to the other side, like the moon reflected in the thousands of rivers. The punch was soft but strong, and the recoil of the force contained murderous intent.

In an instant, the power of the fist overflowed and the screams continued.

A green shadow moved up and down, left and right, and suddenly hundreds of bloody corpses appeared on the ground. Each of them was in a horrible state, as if their bones had been crushed.

By this time, all the people on the field who had been trying to take advantage of the situation had almost all died, so they all put life and death behind their minds, thinking that even if they died, they would give the devil a hard time.

As a result, they all wanted to perish together with their loved ones, which caused the young man in green robe to suffer more wounds.

When there were only seven or eight hundred people left on the scene, Zhuang Bu Ran looked like a devil crawling out of hell. Not only was he covered in blood, but his tattered robes were also dripping with blood.

There were crisscross wounds on his arms, chest, lower abdomen, back, and legs.

"Everyone, follow me quickly. Don't give the devil a chance to breathe." A scarred man shouted:
"He must be running out of energy!"

As soon as these words were spoken, dozens of people swarmed towards Zhuang Bu Ran. At this point, the young man in the green robe seemed to have truly reached his limit, no longer using his previous, fierce and brutal kung fu moves that had consumed every ounce of his energy.

He stepped on the sixty-four hexagrams and moved around the field, using the seventy-two Kongming fists that mainly used emptiness and softness to fight the enemy.

The power of his punch was so subtle and extremely feminine. After about half an hour, there were less than 500 people on the field, and the young man in green robe seemed weaker than before.

The clothes on his body were so tattered that they could only cover his lower body, and his exposed upper body was covered with numerous wounds.

He stood bent over in the center, his whole body trembling, as if he was so exhausted that he couldn't even stand steadily. He was covered in blood, and it was unclear whether it was stained by the enemy or by himself.

The remaining four hundred or so people approached slowly, one of them looked puzzled:
"Zhuang Yanluo, your martial arts skills are truly extraordinary. You single-handedly killed us, leaving only 20% to 30%. If someone else had been injured like you, they would have died long ago, but you have persisted until now."

When he said this, someone was not sure whether to admire or mock him:

"As a token of our respect for you, the devil, it's not impossible to leave you with an intact body."

Someone immediately answered:
"It's okay to keep the body intact, but you have to hand over the treasure."

As soon as the treasure was mentioned, many people immediately agreed. After fighting for so long, so many people had died. If they simply killed Zhuang Yanluo, it would be too much of a loss.

Zhuang Bu Ran buried his head, chuckled shakily:
"Haha, Zhuang has not even fallen down, nor is he only breathing his last breath, yet in your mouths, he is like meat on a chopping board, at the mercy of others."

"He is so stubborn that he refuses to change. We'll beat this devil until he has only one breath left. Let's see how arrogant he can be." Scarface said coldly.

“It is human nature not to shed tears until one sees the coffin, and not to give up until one crosses the Yellow River.”

Zhuang Bu Ran raised his head, his eyes deep, and said softly:
"Come on, keep going!"

"Don't give the devil a chance to recover."

The scarred man took the lead and the others followed suit.

Then the sounds of killing and screaming rang out again on the field. The young man in green robe seemed to be at the end of his strength, but he still had some strength left.

I saw him clenching one hand into a fist and turning the other into a palm. The breath through his nostrils changed strangely and he began to exhale to the left and inhale to the right.

The internal energy flows to the left and right independently, one side is heavy and solid, the other side is flowing and long, causing the fist and palm postures to seem to have internal strength.

However, he used the "Left-Right Fighting Technique" to the highest level, and truly became two people.

More than half an hour later, the top of Mount Huashan was completely turned bloody, with corpses everywhere and blood flowing like a river.

The number of people from both the good and evil sides decreased again, and there were less than two hundred of them. Zhuang Bu Ran was even more seriously injured. At least twenty or thirty people spared no expense and finally chopped off his right hand.

Everyone saw the young man in green robe half-kneeling with his knees bent, supporting himself with his left hand, breathing heavily, as if he was forced into a desperate situation.

"Demon, you don't want me to chop off your hands and feet one by one before you completely give up, do you?" said a scarred strong man.

Another person said impatiently:
"If you hand over your treasure and tell me everything you've learned, I'll definitely give you a quick death."

Then an old man said with a gloomy face:
"That's right. If you still don't give up, I will make sure you can neither live nor die, and suffer all kinds of torture in the world."

"Hahaha"

Zhuang Bu Ran suddenly burst into laughter, echoing through the sky.

"It wasn't easy. After killing for so long and even deliberately allowing the body to suffer severe injuries, I finally made my power go further."

Just when everyone was confused and felt that the laughter of the young man in green robe was chilling, they saw a cold white aura emanating from his body.

(End of this chapter)