Demonic Calamity Across the Heavens: Starting with Little Li's Flying Dagger

The rain kept falling, but it couldn't wash away the bright red blood on the ground;

The wind kept blowing, but it couldn't dispel the pungent smell of blood that filled my nostrils.

All the onlookers in the martial arts world watched as more than thirty top-ranked martial artists from the Dragon and Tiger List fell to the ground like blooming flower petals. Regardless of their height, weight, or skill level, each had a throwing knife embedded between their eyebrows, and their faces still bore the expressions of their lives. Fear welled up in their hearts, but a twisted excitement also surfaced on their faces.

This is the kind of mouth we want to see!

Although the previous battles were fierce, with Shaolin monks around, it was rare to see anyone die, let alone lose a hand or foot.

But now!

"Dominating the rankings!"

Suddenly, a sound rang out from some corner, but immediately afterward, the sound was like a spark that ignited the torches among the steles. The two characters "Slaughter the List" became a roaring tidal wave, sweeping across the sea of ​​steles in the blink of an eye.

"shut up!"

The sleeping Arhat raised his eyebrows and took a step forward.

His foot landed like a savage elephant's thud, shaking the forest of steles. His shoulders trembled, his back straightened abruptly, as if he were carrying the collapsing sky, his voice like thunder, single-handedly suppressing the raging tide.

"What an arrogant brat!"

"This sacred Buddhist site is not to be harmed or killed!"

"Bring him to justice!"

The Sleeping Arhat, resembling a wild elephant, charged straight at Wei Wu. His body was radiant with golden light, as if lacquered with gold. Suddenly, seven or eight arms appeared on his back, and several arms simultaneously unleashed thirty to fifty palm strikes, enveloping Wei Wu entirely.

Ding ding ding...

The sound of metal clashing suddenly rang out.

But then it abruptly ended!

Wei Wu used his left hand to block the Sleeping Arhat's right fist, forcefully breaking the opponent's punch, while simultaneously slapping him across the face with his right hand.

"Snapped!"

"So you'll be brought to justice, right?"

"Ah! I am the Sleeping Arhat of Shaolin!"

"Snapped!"

"Sleeping, huh!"

"Snapped!"

"An Arhat, is it?"

Wei Wu's right hand moved with lightning speed, slapping the Sleeping Arhat's right cheek one after another, and only on the right cheek!

Before anyone could react, the Sleeping Arhat's entire right cheek was swollen and discolored. The golden light on his face had been knocked away as if paint had been peeled off, leaving only stark white bone fragments and a mess of blood inside.

But the Sleeping Arhat is still alive!

His eyes blazed with fury, and without further ado, he unleashed his final move:

"I'm going to hell!"

The Buddha said, "If I don't go to hell, who will?"

This is a deadly move!

The Sleeping Arhat suddenly withered into a thin layer of skin, and even his bones turned into fragile dust that crumbled at the slightest touch, turning into mud after being drenched by the rain.

There was only one fist.

An iron fist, seemingly soaked in tung oil, slammed down on Wei Wu with over a hundred years of internal energy.

The two were already very close, and the Sleeping Arhat's punch came suddenly. Even if they were both Arhats, they might not be able to dodge this move.

However, Wei Wu's lightness skill was superb, and his leaping technique was almost instinctive. Even with such a short distance, he still managed to avoid the punch without any serious injury.

boom--

The fist imprint struck out, instantly creating a white path in mid-air, with water vapor churning and scattering, taking a long time to fill in.

But what shocked everyone even more was that this punch broke all five wooden stakes bearing the rankings on the Dragon Gate List, and the fine banners fell into the mud and water, covering the corpses.

The fist imprint continued its momentum, breaking two steles before landing on the third, leaving a fist imprint more than three inches deep.

Wei Wu breathed heavily as usual, adjusted his straw raincoat, his eyebrows sharp as drawn swords, and his piercing gaze fixed on the remaining two Arhats. He spoke slowly and deliberately:

"Who else?"

Who else could it be?

Who else dares to do this!

The Arhat who subdues dragons is as still as a wooden stake, while the Arhat who tames tigers closes his eyes to rest.

The Shaolin monks were silent.

The only sound between heaven and earth was the patter of rain.

The silence speaks.

tread!

In the stillness of the rain, two sounds of footsteps arose simultaneously.

The disappointment in everyone's eyes flashed by, replaced by an unprecedented excitement as they looked at the two people walking through the downpour—

Bai Tianyu, formerly ranked sixth on the Weapon Ranking, is known as the "Invincible Divine Blade"!

The fifth-ranked weapon in the past was "Silver Halberd Marquis" Lü Fengxian!

Everyone was astonished, yet felt it was only natural.

These two are unlike those disciples from major sects. They have been among the top ten in the weapon rankings for nearly ten years. They are tough guys who have survived water and fire and fought their way through the clash of swords.

The martial arts skills of those disciples from major sects may not be superior to theirs, but when it comes to fighting spirit...

Look at the people on the Dragon and Tiger List, shivering in the rain.

Then look at the black-clad swords and silver halberds that bravely go against the flow of the torrential rain; these are the true heroes of the martial world who dare to fight and struggle!

The Dragon and Tiger List?

Pooh!

The Snake and Rat List!

Everyone stared intently at Wei Wu.

Wei Wu also recognized the two men, and his smile became more sincere. "Good timing. We're only missing 'Whip God' Ximen Rou. Where is he?"

Although Zhuge Gang, the eighth-ranked weapon in the Weapon Ranking, died at the hands of the Songyang Iron Sword, he had still fought against it.

These were the only three people he had never met.

Being one short of ten is driving perfectionists crazy!

No one responded in the torrential rain.

But a man in plain clothes stepped forward.

Although he was a man, his graceful figure was no less than that of a courtesan in a brothel, but he had no seductive charm whatsoever, only a soft feeling like willow catkins in the wind.

The whip in his hand was unusually long and thick, like a snake or python. Although it was an inanimate object, it seemed to have become one with the whip and come "alive".

Like a black mamba winding its way through the rain.

Ximen Rou's name sounds gentle, and she looks gentle, but her words are very firm: "The Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife lives up to its name. Others avoid it like the plague, but Ximen Rou would like to experience it for herself."

Snapped!

The whip danced like an ink dragon emerging from the sea, stirring up water droplets, drawing out a ravine, and splashing out many mud flowers.

He said in a deep voice, "That's why I've been waiting, waiting for you to come."

He did not participate in the Dragon-Tiger Fight because he was unwilling to waste his energy on unimportant people. He wanted to face the "Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife" in his prime!

Bai Tianyu placed his hand on the scabbard and laughed, "Ha! I became very close friends with 'Little Li Flying Dagger' at the border, but I have never experienced his flying dagger firsthand."

"Having seen the Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife today, of course I must test it out and see if your flying knife is faster, or my Bai Family Divine Blade is even faster!"

confidence!

An unprecedented confidence rose like a sun, dimming the rain and making the black knife he held appear even darker.

Lu Fengxian, the Marquis of Yinji, did not have a silver halberd in his hand.

He was dressed in white, and although his face was handsome, wrinkles had appeared at the corners of his eyes. He walked in the rain, letting the raindrops fall on him, with his left arm behind his back and only his right hand outstretched. "I have always felt that the ranking of weapons is wrong, so I have practiced hard for ten years and finally mastered this hand."

Lü Fengxian's eyes held loneliness, but even more so arrogance. "I used it to destroy my silver halberd, but I never used it to taint the Dragon-Tiger Fight."

Lu Fengxian's words were like a slap in the face to the Shaolin Temple, making their already ridiculous Dragon and Tiger Rankings even more laughable.

The three men surrounded Wei Wu from three different directions.

A hint of a smile appeared in Wei Wu's eyes. He glanced at the Shaolin monks out of the corner of his eye and nodded, saying, "That's more like it!"