Great Love for All Heavens Begins with Huang Yaoshi

Chapter 82: Kill without restraint, kill the enemy in succession (seeking first order)
"In this world, the so-called number one is indeed the least valuable thing."

"It's simply because the world has no idea that someone who appeared out of nowhere could trample the so-called number one in the world under his feet."

The young man in red smiled and said:
"Master Mu, you are quite foresighted. You brought over most of the people from the Ghost Villa you founded."

"And in this Invisible Man Organization, apart from that old man, the three of you should be the most skilled in martial arts."

He nodded happily:
"The invincible loneliness is probably only understood by you."

"Now I realize that the waters of the Jianghu are far more turbid than I imagined." Taoist Mu said expressionlessly:

"No wonder there's always been a saying that there are always people better than you, and there are always things better than you."

Gong Jiuhe asked:

"Hua Manxin, do you really think you can resist our combined forces on your own?"

"Resist?" Zhuang Bu Ran said seriously:
"It's you who have to fight to the death to save your lives under my siege."

As soon as the words fell, everyone suddenly felt strange. They felt that the young man in red had an aura surging from him, as tall and strong as a mountain, as if it blocked the full moon in the sky. In front of him, they were like ants and mosquitoes, small and humble.

Hai Qikuo, Du Tiexin, Gao Tao and others gritted their teeth and rushed out at the same time.

Their airtight alliance instantly made the spectators feel that few people in the world could withstand this joint attack.

Hai Qi was seen with broad arms and fierceness, the iron hook in his hand was as powerful as the five strong men splitting a mountain, and he was the first to get ahead. Du Tiexin protected his chest with one palm, cleared the way with his right fist, and followed closely behind him. The others used their most fierce skills to hit the vital points on the body of the young man in red.

The young man in red raised his hand, and the energy condensed at his fingertips. A hint of sword energy flickered, and with a few "bangs", these first-class masters of martial arts rolled down, hit the ground, and died.

"This kind of thing, neither high nor low, is really an eyesore and has absolutely no need to exist."

The eyes of the few people who had not yet taken any action narrowed, especially Taoist Mu, who knew clearly the origins of the men he had recruited.

There is the chief leader of the Punishment Hall of the 72 underworld camps, a wealthy man who travels across the seven seas and dominates a certain area.

He is also one of the masters of the Seventy-two Linked Docks and one of the six island masters whose reputation among the South China Sea Swords is second only to Ye Gucheng.

There is also a famous evil master with ruthless hand skills, such as the white bone claw on his left hand and the black bone claw on his right hand. Anyone who is hit by him is hopeless.

Although he could use his extremely fast sword skills to catch them all in one fell swoop, he could never do it so effortlessly and effortlessly, as if with divine help.

He would even feel that Hai Qikuo and the others were deliberately seeking their own death, allowing others to easily see through the flaws in their moves and kill them with one blow.

This further demonstrates the unfathomable depth of the red-clothed youth's martial arts. He stands like a flower in a mirror, seemingly static but actually capturing the rhythm of all things, as if he has glimpsed the changes of the three elements, making it impossible to escape cause and effect.

"If the enemy is weak, then we should strengthen their strength; if the enemy is strong, then we should reduce their excess." Gong Jiu sighed and said in surprise:

"You can easily take someone's life by seizing the gap between the strong and the weak. You are truly a rare master in the world."

Mu Taoist also said:
"The moves are like clouds rolling and unrolling, using softness to overcome hardness, yet concealing murderous intent. It can be said that the laws of nature are unpredictable, and only change can adapt."

Ximen Chuxue still had an expressionless face, ignoring what had just happened. He raised his sword and said:
"This sword is the sharpest weapon in the world. The blade is three feet and seven inches long, and weighs seven pounds and thirteen ounces."

"I'm not interested in your challenge to the world, I just want to see if you can defeat Ye Gucheng with your swordsmanship."

"You, like City Lord Ye, originally followed the ruthless sword path. His swordsmanship was as flawless as the blue sky and white clouds, earning him the title of Sword Saint. Yours, on the other hand, was pure and focused, emphasizing the need to kill with a single strike of the sword, killing people in the blink of an eye. This resulted in a cold and austere sword intent, simple sword moves, and no complexities. You could be called a Sword God."

Zhuang Bu Ran said indifferently:
"When a god transforms into a human with emotions, he also possesses human weaknesses. For a master, no matter how small this weakness is, it is enough to be fatal."

"Your sword has been tied to an invisible string." "I want to see Ximen Chuixue in peak form, not the half-broken form he is now."

As he spoke, his figure moved like a ghost, and he pressed his palm on Ximen Chuxue's chest at some point, which immediately knocked him away. He then fell to the ground, vomiting blood and collapsed on the ground.

In an instant, Zhuang Bu Ran's footwork was like waves crashing on the shore and rocks flying through the air, but his figure was like flowing clouds passing by without leaving a trace. He punched a man in the heart, and immediately made him fly out and turn into a pool of rotten meat on the ground.

"Don't be so pretentious, you fake one."

Before all the spectators could react, they saw the young man in red killing many powerful opponents in a row with great momentum. When they saw that Ximen Chuxue and the Lord of Baiyun City were no match for him, they could not hide the shock on their faces.

However, when he heard his mocking words, he couldn't help but look around and saw that the face of 'Ye Gucheng' who died suddenly was torn, as if he was wearing a human skin mask. He was suddenly shocked and confused.

At this moment, there are still six people in the middle of the ridge of the hall, namely Mu Dao Ren, Gu Song Jushi, Shi He, Gong Jiu, Gong, Niurou Tang, and He Shangshu.

Now, as if facing a formidable enemy, they surprisingly had a tacit understanding and stood in six directions, surrounding the young man in red.

Zhuang Bu Ran put one hand behind his back and raised the other hand gently, saying:
"Come on, if I take the initiative again, you won't have any chance of winning."

Shi He suddenly drew his sword, and his swordsmanship was not much slower than that of "Flying Fairy from the Sky". Moreover, his sword moves were unconventional, his moves were vicious and tricky, and his sword force was extremely fierce, as if he wanted to die together with the person.

The young man in red seemed to be moving slowly, but in fact he was extremely fast. He pinched the sword with his two fingers and unexpectedly clamped the sword.

"One finger at a time!"

Many people watching the game exclaimed.

Sikong Zhaixing couldn't help but mutter:
"Why do I feel that this finger technique in his hands is even more exquisite and wonderful than Lu Xiaoji's!"

At the same time, Gu Feiyun, the only descendant of the Bashan Swordsman, drew his sword, but saw the cold sword energy approaching the red-clothed youth, and the flashing sword light was emerald green.

Zhuang Bu Ran's fingertips trembled slightly, and the sword tip was abruptly broken. With a "swish", the broken blade pierced through Shi He's throat. He ignored the incoming green sword light and smiled:

"If you like to play with your life, then I will send you to hell."

After saying this, he channeled the electric energy into his upper hand and met the incoming sword light with a ferocious and violent force.

The 'Thunder Dragon' is divided into two types, Yin and Yang. Yin is static while Yang is dynamic. The Yang Dragon is the white dragon-like gas that comes and goes suddenly, destroying things, while the Yin Dragon is silent and invisible, contained in the human body. Within ten steps, it can remotely sense the Yang Dragon and dominate its direction to prevent it from losing control.

Although the Yin Dragon is contained within the human body and cannot leave the host, its power is extremely great. When it is wielded in the hands, it can burn wood and split rocks, more powerful than a knife or an axe.

Gu Feiyun suddenly drew a half circle, swung it up flatly, and moved it upwards. This move was both hard and soft. Although it sealed the attack containing the power of the Yin Dragon at the outer gate, it was still repelled by the powerful force.

He pointed at the ridge of the temple, and the sword light appeared, turning into a green light. He used all his strength to perform the "Seventy-Seven Forty-Nine Moves of Wind-Dancing Willow Sword". The sword's power was like mist, like a breeze, leaving no trace, coming and going without a trace.

"Excellent! It's worthy of being the 'Seventy-Seven Forty-Nine Moves of the Wind-Dancing Willow Sword' that Taoist Gu used to dominate the world!"

Suddenly, Minister He staggered like a drunk, holding up his palms as if to hold the bright moon, with green smoke rising from his palms. His moves were like the collapse of heaven and earth, mixed with the ethereal meaning of flowing clouds and water.

He delivered a fatal blow to the young man in red, a perfect combination of strength and femininity.

"Flowers bloom and fall naturally, killing people without being noticed is the true nature of a drunkard. Your 'Seven Killers in the Drunken Clouds' isn't very good."

"boom!"

Minister He was blown away by a dragon-like white gas. When he fell to the ground, he was only breathing out but not breathing in.

(End of this chapter)