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

Chapter 577 A deadly attack

The sky was already bright, and the vast sky was like a pale blue curtain, on which a red sun was painted. The mountains were green, like silk and satin, and rolled up in the wind, stretching into the distance.

Seeing that Murong Bo had been beheaded by Hongxiu with a single blow, the others immediately stopped and looked at each other in bewilderment.

The scene fell silent for a moment.

"Shoot! Why stop?" Zhou Tong shouted, brandishing his gun. "Weren't you so arrogant just now?"

Ding An sneered, "If you want to die, I'll grant your wish." With that, he brandished his long sword, its blade flashing like fire, and charged forward.

Suddenly, Hongxiu said, "Severed hand, step back!"

Upon hearing this, Ding An turned to look at her, somewhat hesitant.

The little beggar glared at him: "What, you've gotten too bold, can't you be bossed around anymore?"

Seeing that she was serious, Ding'an immediately sheathed his sword, jogged over, and said with a big smile, "How dare I! I wouldn't dare!"

Hongxiu glanced at him sideways and sneered, "I think you're not just bold, you're incredibly bold!"

Ding'an didn't argue, he just scratched his head and chuckled.

As the two were talking, Huang Shang lowered his head to take a closer look. He couldn't help but feel a jolt in his heart and thought to himself, "Sure enough, Miss Hongxiu's brother's expression is not right! Could it be that he is being controlled by someone?" He pondered for a moment and was shocked and surprised, "That's right, the novice monk who came with him used Shaolin Kung Fu! In other words, Ding'an is also from Shaolin."

Shaolin, Shaolin!
Huang Shang pictured an old monk with white eyebrows and a white beard, dressed in gray robes, and thought to himself, "The monk's robes are the style of those worn by Shaolin servants. Ding'an and Xuzhu also came from Shaolin, and they both know a kind of fist technique that can confuse people's minds."

The more he thought about it, the more alarmed he became, finally arriving at a conclusion: "Could it be that Ding'an is actually being controlled by the divine monk? And what is the purpose of controlling him?"

Huang Shang looked up at Hong Xiu.

Hongxiu glanced at him, her expression calm and indifferent.

Just then, Zhou Tong brandished his spear and shouted, "If you want to fight, then fight! What are you dawdling about? Are you making a fool of yourself?"

Hongxiu looked up at him and smiled, "Is this Uncle Zhou Tong, the owner of the 'Imperial Boxing Hall' in Kaifeng?"

"it's me!"

“Very well.” Hongxiu cupped her hands and said with a smile, “I am Ren Hongxiu, the ‘One-Knife Immortal’, greetings Uncle Zhou.”

Zhou Tong sized her up for a moment, then nodded and said, "I have long admired the name of the Red Sleeve Girl who destroyed the Fire Worship Sect."

Hongxiu laughed heartily: "We've become friends through a fight!"

"No way!" Zhou Tong said coldly, "Your brother is going to kill me."

Hongxiu turned her head and glared at Ding'an, who chuckled foolishly.

The little beggar smirked and turned to look at Zhou Tong: "Uncle Zhou, do we have a grudge?"

Zhou Tong said, "This is the first time we've met. What grudge could we possibly have?" He then turned to Huang Shang and said, "It's hard to say what the grudge is between you and Sheng Zhong."

Huang Shang said, "Miss Hongxiu and I had a duel at Yanziwu, so we became acquainted through a fight."

Hongxiu clapped her hands and laughed, "That's right, we have no enmity." She then asked, "Then I'd like to know, what brings you two here?"

Huang Shang said, "To prevent Xiaoyaozi from becoming a 'True Man' and to maintain the stability of the Song Dynasty."

"Cheng Zhenren?" Hongxiu and Ding'an said in unison.

Zhou Tong glanced at them and said, "According to ancient traditions, achieving the status of a True Person is no different from being an Immortal or Buddha, and may even surpass it!"

Huang Shang said, "It's just that the spiritual energy required to become a True Person is too great, which will inevitably lead to divine retribution and widespread suffering. Therefore, True Persons often appear in chaotic times, while they are not prominent in prosperous times."

"The most recent true master is the patriarch Chen Tuan of Mount Hua."

Hongxiu thought for a moment, then nodded and said, "So, if someone wants to become a 'True Person,' it will inevitably lead to war and bloodshed?"

Zhou Tong said, "That's exactly right! In the early years of this dynasty, we experienced the chaos of the Embroidered Gold Tower and the chaos of the Unseen Mountain Ink Sect, which even led to the death of the founding emperor. All of this was because Ancestor Chen Tuan absorbed too much spiritual energy, resulting in a shortage of top experts in the Central Plains, which was taken advantage of by rebels."

"After Ancestor Chen Tuan ascended to heaven, a master like Marshal Jintai appeared, and the imperial palace also saw an explosion of experts."

Hongxiu nodded repeatedly and said, "I understand, you're doing this to maintain stability." She smiled and added, "It actually has nothing to do with us."

Zhou Tong coldly replied, "I must be crazy to provoke you. If we start fighting, wouldn't others just reap the benefits?"

Hongxiu laughed and said, "I didn't intend to fight you either!"

"But look at that bald monk behind you!" Zhou Tong grew angrier the more he thought about it, pointing at Ding An and yelling, "He's just crazy!"

Hongxiu turned to look at Ding'an, her face contorted in a stern expression.

Ding An, embarrassed by her glance, said, "I originally intended to chop Murong Bo, but they were just standing there, so I just did it casually."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Tong's face flushed crimson, and he sneered, "Good lad, are you even speaking human language?"

"What's wrong?" Ding An turned his head to look at him. "I just talk like this. Go ahead and stab me to death if you dare!"

I'll stab you to death!

Zhou Tong roared, his spear flashing and twisting unpredictably as he swept it toward Ding An.

Ding An snorted, inhaled deeply and exhaled, touching a ball of fire that "whooshed" and enveloped the spearhead. This breath of fire contained unparalleled fire power, and as it enveloped the spearhead, it clanged.

Zhou Tong advanced instead of retreating, his spear swaying in his hand, his momentum unabated.

Ding An smiled coldly. When the spear was about to pierce his chest, he suddenly swirled his left hand around the spearhead. A powerful force surged up, and Zhou Tong felt the spear plunge into a vortex, propelling him forward along with the spear.

"Ha, if I want to kill you, do you think you can survive this punch?"

Seeing that he couldn't stop his momentum and seemingly unwilling to take advantage of him, Ding'an flicked his wrist, sending the spear flying four or five feet high, and shouted, "Get lost!"

Zhou Tong swung his spear high into the air, and at the same time felt a powerful force striking his chest. He immediately clenched his left fist and chopped down.

when!
The two men clashed their fists together and produced a metallic clang.

Zhou Tong took several steps back, glaring angrily at Ding An, his whole body trembling and his face flushed.

Ding An sneered and said, "Such strong arms, able to withstand my punch without dying."

Zhou Tong was furious. Holding his gun, he shouted, "You bald monk, if you want to fight, then fight! Why all the nonsense?" He flicked his gun and thrust it forward again. "If you defeat me, you can have my head as you please!"

Ding An listened quietly with a blank expression, then smiled and said, "You said it yourself." Without drawing his sword, he immediately threw a punch.

when!
They exchanged a punch and a gunshot.

The spear in Zhou Tong's hand trembled with a "buzzing" sound, making his tiger's mouth ache. But after hearing Ding An's words, he replied, "Of course I said it!" As he spoke, the two exchanged blows again.

With a "crack," the spear in Zhou Tong's hand broke in two.

Ding An chuckled and said, "Brother, let's have a fistfight!" He stepped forward with a big smile on his face.

The two men advanced and retreated suddenly, their boxing techniques were not particularly fancy, but each move was extremely fierce.

In an instant, the surrounding land was scarred and riddled with wounds, with several places even forming deep holes that could fit a fist.

Hongxiu watched the two fight quietly, thinking to herself, "Why does Ding'an insist on killing Zhou Tong?" She looked up at Huang Shang, and suddenly a thought struck her, "Could it be that he's trying to divert trouble eastward, making us fight against Jintai and the imperial court?"

"After all, if we use Ding'an to kill someone, the cripple and I will definitely be implicated. If it really happens, it will be a tragedy that kills countless people."

Hongxiu glanced at the waterfall again, thinking to herself, "From this, we can tell that this person is extremely, or rather, very wary of the cripple." She smiled faintly, "Worry in one's heart is disharmony. A person who is disharmony has their Dao heart disturbed, and is not truly enlightened."

"No matter how strong you are, you can't escape the attack of 'Harmonious Heaven Law'!"

As she was thinking this, the two in the arena were locked in fierce combat when Ding An suddenly burst into laughter. The laughter was so shrill that it sent chills down one's spine.

In an instant, a whirlwind swept through the area, turning day into night, with shadowy figures vaguely visible.

Boom!

Zhou Tong took a few steps back, coughed up a mouthful of blood, and looked dejected.

Ding An exclaimed "Eh!" and said, "Brother, you also have connections and good fortune!"

With a series of breaths, Zhou Tong suppressed his injuries, raised his arm, and stared intently at the bald man.

Ding An glanced at him, then suddenly clapped his hands and burst into laughter, overjoyed.

Zhou Tong said in a deep voice, "What are you laughing at?" Ding An's expression became even more solemn and dignified, and he said, "I'm laughing at myself."

Zhou Tong frowned and demanded, "What do you mean?"

"Sinking into the human world, neither human nor non-human, rolling in the mud of the mortal world!" Ding'an suddenly sighed, tears streaming down his face. "I'm really unlucky to have run into these three bumpkins from the north." Suddenly, he let out a strange laugh, leaped into the air, and threw a punch like a flying mountain, pressing down on Zhou Tong.

Zhou Tong's arms were bronze-colored. He raised his hand to block, and his foot sank into a pit. He felt a burning sensation in his chest and almost vomited blood.

Ding Anyi moved with lightning speed and struck again.

The two clashed with divine strength, their fists and palms striking each other with a resounding clang.

After exchanging twenty-one blows, Zhou Tong was already swaying, knowing he was exhausted and unable to maintain his stance, and couldn't help but cry out inwardly, "This is terrible!"

Then Ding An threw another punch, which Zhou Tong could only barely block. When their four palms met, Zhou Tong immediately felt a heat flow through him, which suddenly penetrated his main meridian, and all his meridians felt like they were on fire.

Ding An laughed loudly: "Hmph!" With another burst of force, it rushed into his meridians like a cascading river.

With a loud bang, Zhou Tong's clothes were torn, blood spurted from his seven orifices, and he collapsed to the ground.

Ding An withdrew his fist and laughed loudly, "The famous Zhou Tong is nothing special!" As he spoke, he was about to strike down on Ding An's head with a palm, "Your life is mine!"

Just then, a flash of blood appeared, and a small hand rested on his elbow.

Caught off guard, Ding'an saw the five fingers of that small hand suddenly push diagonally upwards, followed by a burst of energy from the palm that gently flicked the elbow tip.

This push and the flick were faster than lightning.

Ding An felt a sharp pain in his elbow, the force in his palm suddenly vanished, and his arm felt as if it had been dislocated, completely stiff. Startled, he quickly pulled his arm back and kicked out at the other man's abdomen.

Unexpectedly, the other party also kicked out.

However, the newcomer was short-limbed and was kicked away by Ding An, crashing into a large tree and breaking it in half.

"Ow!"

Suddenly, a scream was heard.

Ding'an clutched his groin and clenched his legs, his face as white as paper, and pointed at the man, shouting, "Little beggar, you tried to kill me?!"

It turned out that the one who was kicked away by Ding'an was Hongxiu.

Before being kicked away, she also managed to hit Ding An in the groin with her toe, almost causing him to demolish the ancestral hall.

Hongxiu climbed out from among the branches and leaves, dusted herself off, and laughed, "Ding'an, do you know what kind of person is most likely to cause trouble?"

Ding An turned around, rubbed his philtrum, and casually said, "Bad guy!"

"Wrong!" Hongxiu walked over, her hands behind her head, swaying as she went. "It's an idiot."

Ding An turned around abruptly: "Fool?"

"Yeah, a fool pretending to be smart, mixing in with good people, is like a dog among wolves." Hongxiu waved her hand, wrinkling her little nose, "That dog smell is really strong!"

Ding An felt utterly humiliated and said with a forced smile, "Little beggar, why do I feel like you're insulting me?"

Hongxiu raised an eyebrow and smiled, "I am insulting you!"

Ding An snorted and shouted, "I'm not the same Ding An I used to be! How dare you insult me ​​like that?"

Hongxiu put her hands on her hips and laughed, saying, "So what if you're being controlled? What's there to be proud of?"

"What, what are you saying?"

Hongxiu sneered, "Stop pretending! I can tell what kind of shit you're going to take just by the way you stick your butt out!"

Seeing that she didn't take him seriously at all, Ding'an got angry and shouted, "Little beggar, I hate the way you think you're in control of everything!"

Hongxiu glared at her with her round eyes: "What, you've finally spoken your mind?"

Ding An said, "I have never denied it!" As he spoke, he clasped his fists together.

hum!
A sudden heatwave erupted, each wave stronger than the last, sending sand and gravel flying. Zhou Tong felt a powerful force strike him, and his body was suspended in mid-air.

With a flash of green, Huang Shang caught Zhou Tong, but a sudden burst of strange force caused the two to tumble to the ground and roll down the mountain.

It should be known that Huang Shang's practice of the Nine Yin Manual was a supreme and extraordinary Taoist skill. Unexpectedly, in the blink of an eye, he was subdued by Ding An, and along with Zhou Tong, disappeared from the spot.

Ding An laughed loudly, "Alright, that's enough of the eyesore. I won't pretend anymore."

Hongxiu looked at him coldly and said, "Have you made enough of a scene?"

"Making a scene?" Ding An suddenly fell silent, and after a long while, he sneered, "Have you always thought I was a fool?"

Hongxiu looked at him carefully and nodded.

Upon seeing this, Ding'an was completely bewildered, then suddenly flew into a rage: "So you really think I'm a fool!"

Hongxiu calmly asked, "Broken Hand, what exactly caused you to be controlled?"

"You want to know?" Ding An asked.

"I think."

Ding An said coldly, "You killed Yan Ying, do you think I didn't know?"

Hongxiu's face turned pale, and after a long while, she said in a low voice, "I'm sorry."

“You don’t need to apologize.” Ding’an waved his hand, his voice hoarse. “I know you meant well, but she’s dead, and my heart is still broken!” He pounded his chest. “The scar will always remain.”

Hongxiu felt as if her heart had been stabbed by those words. It turned out that the scar had never healed, but instead had become a crack through which Ding'an's inner demons could infiltrate.

She hated herself for not realizing it sooner, which led to the "love tribulation" from another world completely erupting here.

“Little beggar, King Kinnara has arrived,” Ding’an said coldly. “If you want to help the cripple, you’ll have to get past me first.”

Hongxiu suddenly shook her jade hand, remained silent for a while, and said seriously, "Although I feel guilty towards you for the broken hand, I will never show any mercy."

She looked up at the bald man, a smirk playing on her lips: "I will use every means to wake you up."

"In your heart, the cripple will always be number one!" Ding An sneered back, "Don't worry, I'll do my best and not hold back!"

Hongxiu said in a deep voice, "Come!" Before she finished speaking, she suddenly felt a tightness around her neck and was lifted into the air. Her expression immediately changed.

Ding'an grabbed her by the neck and laughed loudly: "You underestimate my 'Kinnara Fist'!"

Hongxiu glared at Ding'an with her round eyes and retorted, "Such a pathetic punch has clouded your judgment?" She then raised her knee and thrust it into Ding'an's stomach.

Ding'an, intending to show off, did not block, his aura flowing through his entire body, as if cast in bronze and iron.

Benedict!
As the two were locked in a contest of strength, Hongxiu suddenly increased her intensity, and Ding'an felt an immense force rising up one after another, causing him to sway and fall backward.

Seeing Hongxiu perform a somersault and escape from his grasp, Ding'an was stunned for a moment, then shouted, "Good!"

Hongxiu smiled and said, "Of course!"

Ding An assumed a stance, instantly unleashing a peculiar power. Suddenly, his figure blurred, and with a whoosh, he threw a punch straight at Hong Xiu's face.

Hongxiu cried out, "Ah!" and spun around to dodge, then swung her elbow to strike his waist.

This move was so familiar that Ding An couldn't help but shudder, and he quickly leaned back and swept his leg out horizontally.

With a sharp cry, Hongxiu leaped up and followed suit with a kick.

With a loud thud, their legs crossed, and both of them stumbled, almost falling over. They rubbed their leg bones and looked at each other in astonishment.

"Damn it, they're killing us all!"
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P.S.: After thinking about it, I think it's best to end this world sooner rather than later.

Just like when I read martial arts novels, I only read the martial arts parts. Once I get to the parts like A Chinese Ghost Story, Journey to the West, or the Primordial Era, I stop reading.

It's similar here.

Of course, there will be more side stories later, such as Hongxiu using "Sword Twenty-Three" to travel through Zhou Hong's lineage and deal with Qianye (the plot of the game "Sixteen Sounds of Yanyun" is really top-notch), Xiao Ren's "Sword Duel" in the sword world, and Ding'an staying in the Southern Song Dynasty to meet Fahai.
Of course, Old Yan's God and Demon Arena could also be arranged.

(End of this chapter)