Arhats Subduing Demons: Starting with The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber

Chapter 61 Massacre

A man beside the old man shouted, "This is Chief Mei of the Wushan Gang, whose name is Shang Shi Xia Jian."

Seeing the old man's bright eyes and dignified demeanor, Yun Changkong assumed he was someone of importance. However, upon hearing about the Wushan Gang and recalling the beggar's plot against him, he snorted coldly: "I've heard of Mei Changsu and Shi Zhongjian, but I've never heard of Mei Shijian!"

Upon hearing this, everyone's expression changed.

Mei Shijian was a renowned figure in Yunnan's martial arts world, with countless people admiring his prowess. Throughout the entire martial arts community, he was an absolute household name.

But Yun Changkong replied that he had never heard of it, which was utter contempt.

Mei Shijian was furious. He clasped his hands and said, "I have long heard that Young Hero Yun is highly skilled in martial arts and has an arrogant personality. I came here specifically to wait for your arrival. I am quite lucky to meet you today."

Yun Changkong sneered, "I have important matters to attend to and don't have time for idle chatter with you!"

Upon hearing this, Mei Shijian raised his eyebrows and said, "My eldest son died at the hands of Xie Xun. You have a grudge against Yin Baimei. We are both like-minded people who share the same hatred. I am willing to go with you to the Yellow Crane Tower!"

The reason why Xie Xun committed so many crimes in the martial arts world back then, always leaving behind the name "Cheng Kun, the Hunyuan Thunderbolt Hand," was to incite the martial arts world to force his master, Cheng Kun, to come out.

Therefore, the victims were either leaders of sects or figures with extensive connections and powerful backers, and each case involved a large number of people. The fact that Mei Shijian's son could be killed also demonstrates that Mei Shijian's power was indeed extraordinary.

In short, Xie Xun wouldn't even bother killing a nobody; they wouldn't even deserve to die at his hands.

However, upon hearing this, Yun Changkong laughed heartily, looked at the black snake, and sneered slightly: "Do you recognize this thing?"

Mei Shijian sighed and said, "To be honest, this He Laosan used to be a member of our gang, but he was expelled long ago because of his improper conduct. It's just that I arrived a step too late this time!"

Chang Kong gave an "oh" and chuckled, "So it was done by a temporary worker. That makes sense, then it's fine." He turned and left.

"Wait!" Mei Shijian's voice was as loud as a bell, ringing clearly in the ears.

Chang Kong stopped in his tracks and said, "If I don't buy your fake favor, you really have no shame?"

Mei Shijian was furious and said, "You surnamed Yun, what kind of arrogance are you showing off? In my eyes, you're just a small mudfish that hasn't amounted to anything yet. What's so great about you?"

Yun Changkong slowly turned around, and beckoned with his right finger: "Come on, let's see if I can beat you to death!"

Mei Shijian's face turned red as he shouted, "I have long heard of Young Hero Yun's renowned reputation in the martial arts world. Today, let's prove it!"

"Proof?" Yun Changkong sneered, "I won't give you any face today! If you dare to make a move, I'll take your life!"

In the martial arts world, regardless of skill level, people value "reputation" highly.

Mei Shijian, the leader of the gang, could no longer contain himself. He shouted and slapped Yun Changkong with his palm.

The attack came so quickly that Yun Changkong felt a surge of powerful palm force coming towards him, and the clothes of the onlookers on both sides fluttered with the force of his palm.

The two martial arts experts standing beside Yun Changkong felt a tightness in their chests and quickly circulated their internal energy to resist.

Yun Changkong, however, remained calm and laughed, "Good heavens, you've got some skill!" He raised his right palm, blocking and thrusting it towards his chest, and a loud bang was heard.
Mei Shijian's burly body leaped up and charged violently at his horse.

With a bang, man and horse collided, and a series of sounds of bones shattering rang out. The horse let out a long neigh, flew sideways, and collapsed to the ground, instantly dead.

Mei Shijian collapsed, spitting blood and struggling to get up.

No one expected this scene. They were all as if possessed, frozen in place, their eyes fixed on the sky.

Everyone says that Yun Changkong is incredibly skilled, but no one expected this amazing technique! Is this something that can be done by human effort?
"Pfft!" Mei Shijian spat out another mouthful of blood.

"Gang leader!"

The five men who came with him then rushed over, only to find that Mei Shijian was like a limp rag doll, with his arms and spine broken.

Yun Changkong frowned slightly and said, "You can't blame me for this. Who told you to be so powerful!"

It turned out that Mei Shijian had used all his strength in that palm strike, but in a palm strike, the worst thing is to be outmatched and forced back by the opponent. That was the enemy's strength plus one's own strength, which was simply impossible to resist.

Mei Shijian was defeated and killed when Yun Changkong returned all his palm force to him.

If it was Yun Changkong who killed him, then it was indeed him.

But if he hadn't been so ruthless, he wouldn't have suffered such a miserable fate when he made his full comeback.

Suddenly, a loud shout rang out: "I'll fight you to the death!" Five members of the Wushan Gang leaped up and charged towards Yun Changkong.

Yun Changkong thought to himself, "He's courting death!"

Suddenly, these people waved their hands, and a cloud of yellow mist-like substance rushed towards the sky.

Chang Kong lightly touched the ground with his feet and floated backward. Although he didn't know what it was, he was sure it was no good.

Sure enough, as soon as the yellow powder was sprinkled and the river breeze blew, several onlookers collapsed on the spot, foaming at the mouth.

The Wushan Gang dominated Dongchuan and was renowned throughout Yunnan. Their martial arts skills were secondary; their main strength lay in their use of poison.

If these poisonous powders are inhaled into the nose, the body will inevitably become weak and helpless, leaving the victim at the mercy of others.

Seeing this group of people using such methods in public, Yun Changkong felt a surge of murderous intent.

As they scattered poison powder, the five men also kicked off with their feet, leaping into the air and charging towards Yun Changkong.

Seeing that Yun Changkong's martial arts were too high and the poison powder could not harm him, they all rushed towards his body, thinking that they had the antidote in their mouths. As long as one of them got close, he would eventually have to land to catch his breath while he was in the air, no matter how he attacked.

Upon landing and inhaling, the poisonous powder would inevitably be inhaled through his mouth and nose amidst the flying dust, thus causing him to be poisoned.

Yun Changkong focused his mind and struck, each finger hitting the chest of the five men. Before they could even get close, their bodies stiffened and they fell to the ground with a thud.

Yun Changkong could no longer fly, so he landed immediately, his toes barely touching the ground, intending to use the momentum to drift away.

"Watch out!" A shout rang out from the crowd. Yun Changkong glanced around and saw a bright blade of light shoot out from under the dock floor, severing his right foot.

Yun Changkong's body floated up lightly, and then with a clang, the long sword was already in his hand. His body sank down, and a cold light flashed.

With a hiss, a sword pierced through, and a spurt of blood gushed out.

Yun Changkong gave a slight cold laugh. The dock was crowded and noisy, but he had "heavenly hearing" and could hear everything clearly, from the clatter of footsteps to the rustling of clothes. That was why he had been watching them with interest earlier.

Suddenly someone shouted, "Why aren't you making a move?"
As soon as the shout subsided, several beams of light shot out from the crowd, and Yun Changkong swept away several hidden weapons with a flick of his sleeve.

With a whooshing sound, three people burst through the wooden planks of the dock and took flight. They held a lotus-pod-shaped object in a triangular formation. From the small holes at the top of the object, more than ten fine needles, dark blue with a hint of black, flew out, covering an area of ​​about ten feet.

Yun Changkong stomped his feet and flew backward, brandishing his long sword and sweeping away the fine needles with his wide sleeves. Then, some onlookers collapsed and died instantly.

Although this accidental injury was not Chang Kong's intention, it was unavoidable. At this moment, everyone on the dock realized the seriousness of the situation and rushed to the shore like madmen.

Yun Changkong was also furious. After retreating, he advanced again, flicked his wrist, and with three sharp cracking sounds, the three men's acupoints were sealed, and they collapsed to the ground with a thud.

Yun Changkong pointed his long sword at a man's throat: "Who ordered you to do this? I'll spare your life!"

The man shouted angrily, "Bah! Who do you think you are, my grandfather?"

With a flick of his wrist, the man's head flew off.

One of them said, "Yun Changkong, if you don't hand over the Nine Yang and Nine Yin, you'll lose your life in the Yangtze River before you even reach the Yellow Crane Tower!"

"Haha... The Yangtze River soars into the sky, you're lucky, kid. I'll be waiting for you on your way to the underworld!"

As they spoke, the two men turned their heads, black blood already flowing from their mouths. Chang Kong thought to himself, "Are these damn assassins? And they're even taking drugs?"

As he pondered this, a gust of river wind blew by, carrying a pungent, fishy smell. Yun Changkong's mind went blank, his limbs went weak, and he staggered backward. It turned out that these people were already poisoned.

Just then, dozens of people emerged from the commotion—travelers, merchants, and porters—and pounced on Yun Changkong, brandishing swords and knives, attacking him like a pack of wolves devouring tigers.

Yun Changkong was taken aback, thinking, "So they're all after me!" He gathered his inner energy, and the strange feeling in his body was gone. He roared, "Fine! I'll go on a killing spree today!"

With a long sword swift as the wind and lightning, he charged forward, and instantly blood splattered, accompanied by screams of agony.

Yun Changkong's internal strength was so profound that he could injure people even by plucking flowers or flying leaves, and the sword in his hand was a sharp weapon that could cut through gold and jade.

The longsword spun in circles, either breaking the opponent's weapon or causing the swordsman to draw his sword.

A series of clanging sounds were heard, followed by the sight of blood blossoming.

Yun Changkong wielded a long sword in his right hand and his left hand formed a pair of sword-like fingers, one long and one short. In an instant, countless bodies fell backward.

Blood rained down, a horrifying sight.

But as these people fell, a sharp, piercing sound suddenly cut through the sky.

A whistling arrow shot into the sky, followed by a dense wall of arrows raining down from all directions, seemingly determined to turn everyone on the dock into hedgehogs.

Just as the signal arrow was launched into the air, more than a hundred people appeared out of nowhere.

Yun Changkong swayed and hid behind some people. After those people saw what was happening, they went from standing there dumbfounded to being shot into pincushions by crossbow bolts in the blink of an eye.

Although Yun Changkong had a human body to shield him from the arrows, he couldn't block them all. He tried to deflect the rain of arrows, but these arrows were surprisingly powerful. His arm, which was holding the sword, ached from the impact of the arrows, because there were just too many of them.

But he had no time to think, nor could he dodge, otherwise a few more rounds of arrows would surely kill him!
Yun Changkong shouted, his feet spinning like a whirlwind as he sent these people flying into the human wall with a flurry of kicks.

He attacked in response to the attack, and the other followed closely behind, bringing his lifelong mastery of light-body skills to its fullest extent, shooting off like an arrow released from a bow, as swift as the wind.

"Good lad! Let's see how many rounds you can last?"

One of them shouted, and then, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh... more than a hundred arrows were fired again.

Yun Changkong wielded his longsword, creating a halo around himself as he crashed into the arrow formation. His sword flashed rapidly, giving his opponents no chance to catch their breath.

Blood and flesh flew everywhere, heads and limbs fell one after another, and howls, screams, and the clash of weapons mingled together.

At this moment, many people came to the riverbank, including many who had killed without hesitation. But when they saw this scene where human life was as cheap as grass, they were terrified!

One group of people fell, and another group followed one after another. Yun Changkong's eyes flashed with a cold light, and his sword strikes came one after another like the rolling Yangtze River.

He displayed a captivating aura, but his opponents were not as skilled as him. They were all desperate, attacking moves with no defense, their eyes bloodshot, and they looked ready to die.

Everyone knew that both sides were bloodthirsty and vicious. This breathtaking and dazzling killing spree chilled the hearts of all who witnessed it.

After a long while, a sharp shout was heard: "Good lad, the Nine Yang and Nine Yin Divine Skill is indeed extraordinary. Let's see how long you can last!"

"withdraw!"

The remaining dozen or so people turned and ran away quickly.

Yun Changkong was the only one left on the field.

He planted his longsword on the ground. The longsword, gleaming with a bluish light, had a line of extremely bright vermilion from the hilt to the tip. The blood groove was a blend of blue and vermilion, almost like purple, which was captivating.

Yun Changkong was covered in blood, and he felt a warm breeze because the blood in his body was hot.
He doesn't know how many people he killed; the entire dock was full of people!

Well, you can't really call them people, because some have lost their heads, some have broken spines, some have ripped open bellies with their livers and intestines spilling out, some have ruptured chests, and some have rotted lungs, lying on the ground still convulsing.

Yun Changkong was stunned or dumbfounded; he just felt dizzy and disoriented.

"Watch out!" A sharp shout rang out, and suddenly a flash of white light appeared as two long swords emerged from the floor.

Yun Changkong kicked out with his left foot, and with a series of clanging sounds, the long sword broke into pieces, and the dock, which was covered with a lot of wooden planks, even shook.

With a whoosh, two dark figures burst through the wooden planks and shot out.

Yun Changkong swung his palm out, and with a crack, it slammed heavily into a covered boat. With a crash, a large hole was punched in the boat, and the boatman cried out in alarm.

With a whoosh, Yun Changkong's sword flashed, and the huge head flew up. The headless corpse continued to rush forward, and with a loud thud, it crashed to the ground.

At that moment, two more dark figures emerged, and two swords stabbed wildly, as fast as shooting stars.

Yun Changkong's sword strike was even faster than lightning, the sword energy sounding like a dragon's roar. With two sharp slashes, the two men were struck by the sword, but they still lunged at Changkong, their arms wrapped around each other.

They drifted back several feet through the air, and the two collapsed to the ground with a thud.

Yun Changkong's face was as white as paper. He felt a chill emanating from the bottom of his heart, spreading throughout his body, making him stiff and almost numb.

"madman!"

"These are a bunch of inhuman lunatics!"

He was panting heavily, circulating his qi and blood to regulate his internal energy. He knew that these people were not here for the Nine Yin and Nine Yang techniques, but to kill him!

If you want martial arts manuals, you shouldn't start killing people right away!
Suddenly, three porters rushed out of the crowd, shouting, "Brothers! Brothers!"

They lay weeping beside several men who had been poisoned by the needles, then suddenly stood up and shouted at Changkong, "Give me back my brothers' lives!"

Yun Changkong didn't even look, but with a slight swing of his sword, a flash of purple light cleaved the three of them into six pieces.

Clang, clang, clang—three gleaming blue short swords fell to the ground.

Several porters exchanged glances and then made their escape.

They knew Yun Changkong had gone berserk!

Anyone who gets close now will die!
Yun Changkong's heart sank: "These people are fearless and armed with poison weapons. What's their background? The Demonic Sect, the Yuan Dynasty?"

Yun Changkong exhaled a breath of stale air. He had been feeling a bit dizzy, but this breath immediately refreshed him. However, he could only smell the stench of blood.

He tossed his straw hat aside, turned around and looked around, then said loudly, "Yun Changkong is here! Whether it's the Nine Yang Manual or the Nine Yin Manual, I have them all. Anyone who wants them can take them!"

He got angry too. Back then, everyone in the world knew that Wang Chongyang had the Nine Yin Manual, so why didn't anyone dare to ask him for it?
We are all born of fathers and mothers, so who are we afraid of?
Yun Changkong has a wild and unruly personality and acts impulsively; at this moment, he doesn't care about anything else.

So what if I die here? Who's afraid of who?

A large crowd had already gathered on the shore. They hadn't expected the young man to be so powerful, but then someone laughed loudly, "As expected, a great reputation is well-deserved. Young Hero Yun Changkong is indeed extraordinary."

Chang Kong turned his head and saw a middle-aged scholar slowly walking towards him, waving a folding fan.

Judging from the voice, it was the same person who had just warned Changkong to "be careful!"

The scholar was not running, but he was dozens of feet away from the sky. In the blink of an eye, the man had arrived in front of the sky.

Seeing his handsome features, elegant white robes, and piercing eyes, Chang Kong knew that the other party was skilled in martial arts and was not someone to be trifled with. He stood still, his long sword pointing diagonally downwards, and said calmly, "Do you want the Nine Yang Manual or the Nine Yin Manual?"

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