Starting with the divine power of the Great Vajra, he traversed the heavens.

Chapter 542 Originally, I only wanted to eat roast duck.

Upon hearing this, the crowd was first taken aback, and then erupted in uproar.

Deng Yuanjue roared, "So, you bitch are Ren Zei's sister!"

Fang Jie sneered, "No matter how many evil deeds Ren the scoundrel has committed, this bitch is no less wicked!"

A bearded man sneered, "That's right! The saying goes, 'A life for a life, a debt for a debt.' This vile woman has committed countless evil deeds and shameless acts. Hey, everyone, let's join forces and kill her!"

A pale-faced young man said coldly, "This woman is an accomplice to evil; she deserves to die. Let's skin her alive!"

These two men were Zheng Biao, a disciple of Bao Daoyi, and Pang Wanchun, who was known as "Little Yang Youji".

As everyone talked, their voices grew louder and louder, and they rubbed their hands together, ready to pounce on the roof.

Suddenly, Zheng Biao shouted, "You bastard, come and die! Take this!" With that, he took a long spear from one of the henchmen, shook it in the wind, and was about to make his move.

Suddenly, a flash of light appeared in mid-air. Zheng Biao's vision blurred, and his spear split in two. The light pierced through his shoulder blade, pinning him to the ground. He let out a shrill scream.

The crowd gasped in surprise, and upon closer inspection, they saw that the gleaming light was actually from a grotesque, menacing blade.

Looking up again, I saw that Hongxiu had fallen to the ground at some point, smiling.

Fang Jie stared straight at her, his eyes bloodshot, his expression crazed, and he roared, "Kill!"

Before the word "kill" had even finished, seven people raised their knives, formed a net-like formation, and rushed at them all at once.

These seven men were determined to show off their power; their attack was swift, ruthless, and incredibly impressive.

Seeing that everyone had acted rashly, Fang La knew things were going badly. Before he could stop them, Hongxiu shouted, "Good!" and suddenly took off running.

Damn!
The "Red Candle Flower" sword was drawn, turning the night sky crimson, as if hundreds of long swords were radiating cold light and exuding a chilling aura.

The moment the two sides made contact, the demonic blade trembled, and with a snap, all seven blades broke in two.

The seven masters felt a tightness in their chests and retreated one after another, their original formation turning into a tattered net.

A wisp of crimson breeze swept by like a dragon.

bass!
The sound of blades rang out again, and the four heads at the very front rose into the sky amidst a burst of blood!

The leaking aura of the sleeve-wielding divine blade directly vaporized the blood into energy.

The remaining three were enveloped in blood energy.

Blood surged, rushing towards the throat, followed by a slight coolness, and the head flew away without pain.

Wow!
Blood gushed out again, and Hongxiu's figure appeared and disappeared among it, meandering towards the crowd along with the blood.

Suddenly, a sharp shout rang out: "Master, be careful! She can draw her sword from blood!" The voice was both loud and thin.

When Hongxiu raised her eyes, which were barely visible, she saw a pale-faced young general standing in the distance, drawing his bow and nocking an arrow, his blood-red eyes glaring, howling like a hungry wolf.

This person was none other than Pang Wanchun.

"Chance!"

Upon seeing Hongxiu's face appear, Pang Wanchun immediately released his grip, the bowstring vibrated, and an arrow shot out!

With a whoosh, blood gushed out, hitting Hongxiu's forehead directly.

"I got it!"

The crowd cheered, and Pang Wanchun slapped his thigh.

But Fang La shook his head: "You're celebrating too soon!"

Before he could finish speaking, there was a "clang," and the blood dissipated. Hongxiu stood there, the arrow still in her mouth.

"Good archery." The beggar casually remarked, and the arrow flew out, hitting the left eye of a man who was rushing towards him. Amid the man's scream, the beggar chuckled coldly, "You shot pretty accurately, but you didn't have much power."

Pang Wanchun was alarmed and shouted, "Then let's go again!" He fired arrows in quick succession, and a hail of arrows flew out.

Hongxiu was caught completely by the arrows, which rang out repeatedly with a series of clanging sounds and sparks flying everywhere. She was riddled with dozens of arrows and looked like a hedgehog.

But they didn't retreat an inch.

"How...how could this be?" Pang Wanchun asked hoarsely. He had fired dozens of arrows in two breaths and was almost exhausted, but he did not expect that the little beggar would not be hurt at all. He was greatly doubting his life.

The red-sleeved woman's face revealed faint scale-like patterns, and her eyes glanced at him, almost suffocating Pang Wanchun.

Those were a pair of golden, vertical pupils, more like a snake than a human!

Hongxiu grumbled as she pulled out the arrow, saying, "Sigh, this is my favorite dress, and you've ruined it. You have to pay me back." A wicked smile played on her lips as she said, "I don't want much, just pay me with your life."

As she was speaking, she suddenly heard a "hum" and a golden light appeared on her forehead.

boom!
Hongxiu stumbled and fell backward!
"Everyone, let's attack together!" Zheng Biao shouted, one arm hanging down, a gold brick in his hand.

In an instant, everyone rushed forward, swords and spears drawn, their energy pouring down, the sound of metal clashing against metal like the impact of armor, the clanging sound as dense as a torrential rain.

Fang La stood there, then suddenly exclaimed, "This woman has such amazing protective skills!"

A young man dressed as a scholar walked up and asked, "Has the sect leader discerned this beauty's background?"

Fang La shook his head: "Her kung fu has a kind of demonic energy, wild and crazy yet cunning, forming its own school, which is very different from the current martial arts, but I can't figure out its origin."

At this moment, Zheng Biao walked over and said, "Master, I think this woman may have drunk the essence of a dragon, which is why she has this protective supernatural power!"

"Oh?" Everyone looked at him.

The scholar suddenly realized, "Brother Zheng has slain a dragon before, so he must be familiar with this." As he spoke, he looked at Fang La, "Master, this woman is so powerful. Brother Zheng and Brother Pang should keep her at bay from a distance, creating an opportunity for you to shatter her protective dragon scales in one fell swoop!"

Fang La nodded and smiled, "I'll listen to Brother Wang!"

Just then, Hongxiu made a move with her left hand, and the "Great Evil King" flew back into her hand. She wielded her twin swords, a flurry of light flashing as she moved forward and backward, amidst thunder and lightning, blood and severed limbs flying everywhere.

Rumble!
Blade energy crisscrossed, artificial mountains crumbled, houses collapsed, courtyard walls toppled, and blood mist mixed with dust blanketed the sky, as if the end of the world had arrived.

With a series of thuds, several more people were hacked to the ground, emitting muffled cries of agony.

The burly figure fell, crashing to the ground in a human shape. Just moments before, he had been a high-ranking member of the Zoroastrian Church; now, his soul had departed for the underworld. "Now!"

The scholar shouted sharply, drew his gleaming silver spear, and thrust it straight at the enemy with a flash of light.

This man was named Wang Yin, a strategist under Fang La. He was unmatched in his skill with a steel spear and was exceptionally sharp.

when!
The woman with red sleeves paused, parrying the incoming spear with her twin swords, and asked in surprise, "Good lad, your spear skills are truly superb!"

"Thank you for the compliment!" Wang Yin shouted. "Let's do it!"

A thunderous roar came from afar: "Here I come!" In the distance, a tall monk, eight feet tall, carrying a fine iron staff, swung it fiercely, creating a strong gust of wind.

It was none other than "Monk Baoguang" Deng Yuanjue.

Hongxiu shrugged, shaking Wang Yin away, and with a backhand flick of her wrist, she unleashed "Red Candle Flower," and with a hiss, the demonic blade embedded itself in the head of the Zen staff, becoming stuck inside.

Just then, a loud shout rang out in the night: "Take this!" A dark figure flashed past like lightning, sweeping through the crowd, and a blade suddenly appeared.

Hongxiu raised an eyebrow and exclaimed, "What a fast blade!" Before she finished speaking, she had the Great Evil King in a horizontal position.

The two blades of light, like bolts of lightning, pierced the sky and disappeared in an instant.

The scene fell silent; everyone present was captivated by the two beams of light and shadow.

"call!"

Before anyone could react, the man pulled out a meteor hammer from behind his back and smashed it down!
This man, named Shi Bao, was Fang La's top fighter, skilled in using the Wind-Splitting Blade and the Meteor Hammer.

Wang Yin once again unleashed a flurry of spear thrusts, aiming for Hongxiu's chest.

Deng Yuanjue snapped his staff, the top of which fell off, and swung it back, aiming it at Hongxiu's head.

In an instant, Fang La's three top experts attacked simultaneously, determined to take the life of the woman in red!
"Hehe, battlefield skills, impressive!"

In this desperate situation, Hongxiu suddenly chuckled softly. Then, she moved swiftly within a small space, her blade flashing brightly and dimly, sometimes as bright as a crimson rainbow, sometimes as dark as a long night.

Several clanging sounds rang out, and flames leaped up.

Meteor hammers fell from his body, the spear tilted to one side, and the head of the Zen staff broke off again, turning into a large iron rod.

Wang Yin's eyes were fixed straight ahead, his spear pointing at the ground; Deng Yuanjue's eyes were wide open in anger, and he made a rattling sound in his throat; blood trickled from the corner of Shi Bao's mouth, dripping down to his feet.

Hongxiu repelled the three men with a single move, but she was also somewhat dizzy and unsteady on her feet.

At that time, long clouds formed arrays, the wind grew stronger, the moon sank to the west, and the deep night was as dark as lead and iron.

Suddenly, a rain of arrows came flying in, interspersed with a glint of golden light – it was Zheng Biao's gold brick.

"Again!"

Hongxiu's expression hardened, and she wielded her knife with lightning speed, deflecting the arrows. She then leaped into the air and shoved her head forward!
With a loud thud, the gold brick flew back even faster.

"Ah!" Zheng Biao screamed as a brick struck him in the face, his brains splattering everywhere in a horrifying sight.

Hongxiu laughed loudly: "I told you not to hit me with a brick!" She then slammed her head with the hilt of a knife in mid-air, shouting, "My head is harder than yours!"

Suddenly, a voice came from behind her: "Please forgive me, young lady."

The intense heat and pressure arrived with the sound.

If viewed from above, the dozens of large trees in the courtyard suddenly appeared bent under the weight.

A huge palm print was formed.

Branches and leaves ablaze, a sudden whirlwind rises, as if heavenly fire has descended, a magnificent spectacle.

Hongxiu's eyes widened, and she was about to slash with her sword.

A large hand had already touched the top of her head, and Fang La revealed himself, his expression indifferent: "You killed my brothers, I'm sorry, I can't let you live!" His eyes widened, and he shouted, "Three Yangs Begin!"

The iron palm slammed down, unleashing three powerful energies in one strike, layer upon layer, like the crisscrossing blazing sun.

The red sleeves crashed down like a fiery meteor, instantly cracking the ground, causing soil to pile up on both sides, and bursting into flames that shot into the sky. The surrounding trees were also affected and caught fire.

Fang La slowly landed on the ground, his expression inscrutable.

Suddenly, Deng Yuanjue's booming voice burst into laughter: "Congratulations, Master, for slaying this fiend!"

Fang La turned to look at the eight-foot-tall fat monk, his expression grave: "Wrong."

"Wrong?" Deng Yuanjue was completely baffled. "What's wrong?"

"Something's not right!" Fang La suddenly turned his head and looked at the pit.

The flames inside the pit dispersed, flashing a metallic luster, leaving everyone who looked at them speechless with astonishment.

What lay inside was not a woman in red, but a ferocious suit of iron armor!
"Could it be..." Cold sweat broke out on Wang Yin's forehead, "that what we just sparred with was just an armored suit of armor?"

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!" Shi Bao chuckled, waving his hands frantically. "How could the three of us possibly lose to a suit of armor?"

“That’s right!” Deng Yuanjue nodded repeatedly. “If even armored vehicles are this powerful, then the real person has arrived.”

Before he could finish speaking, the monk suddenly stopped, his head rolled off, and hot blood gushed from his chest!

The group was caught off guard by this turn of events, and the scalding blood instantly brought them back to their senses.

Fang La shouted, "Watch out!"

A scream suddenly rang out, and everyone turned around to see what was happening, their eyes wide with horror.

A flash of crimson light appeared, and wherever it passed, waves of blood rose into the air, and limbs flew everywhere. In just one circle, it almost wiped out everyone present.

Each corpse was torn to pieces, a bloody mess.

Hongxiu stood there with her sword drawn, a hint of grievance on her lips: "To be honest, all I wanted to do was enjoy a roast duck."

(End of this chapter)