From breaking the limits of archery to achieving martial arts godhood

"kill."

Song Que took the lead, wielding a long sword that reflected a blue light, and slashed through the crowd.

Someone drew his sword to defend himself, but Song Que cleaved him and his sword in two.

Therefore, it is clear that this knife is no ordinary item.

After killing more than ten Blood Hand Gang disciples, Song Que finally met his match.

"Song Que, you're asking for it."

Then, with a clang, swords clashed, sparks flying.

The one blocking Song Que's way was none other than Zhang Shijie, the Sword Tiger, one of the three tigers of the Blood Hand Gang.

This person is also the strongest of the three tigers.

In his previous battle with Song Yufeng, he was able to completely suppress Song Yufeng and seriously injure him.

"If you want my life, come and take it yourself."

Song Que sneered, exerted force with both arms, and pushed forward with great force, pressing the blade hard against the longsword.

Zhang Shijie's expression changed slightly. He quickly unleashed his qi and blood, subtly using his skill to make the longsword bend to a certain degree before suddenly rebounding and deflecting the blade.

Then, Zhang Shijie took a few steps back, glanced at his sword, and his pupils contracted slightly.

A tiny nick, the size of a sesame seed, appeared on one side of the blade of the longsword in his hand.

"Such a sharp knife, it's probably no ordinary weapon."

Zhang Shijie's expression turned serious.

There is a divine weapon in the world that, when mixed with a certain spiritual ore, becomes incomparably sharp and exceptionally sturdy.

"Is this a divine weapon?"

Zhang Shijie asked.

"So what if it is, and so what if it isn't?"

Song Que gave a vague answer and then charged at Zhang Shijie with his sword.

A fierce battle immediately broke out between the two.

Some disciples were accidentally caught in their battle and were instantly torn to shreds.

The two were locked in a fierce battle, their swords flashing and clashing like a shredder, a truly terrifying sight.

While Song Que was fighting Zhang Shijie, Song Yufeng was entangled with Zhang Tianming.

The two were evenly matched and fought fiercely.

However, this meant that the last of the Blood Hands Gang's three tigers, Fist Tiger Zhang Yue, was left unchecked, causing considerable damage to the Medicine Gang's forces.

Zhang Yue wore a pair of ferocious gauntlets made of fine iron. With a single punch, he could shatter swords and break blades. The remaining force of his punch could also pierce through a person's defenses and penetrate their body.

"Haha, die, you little brat!"

A bloodthirsty smile appeared on Zhang Yue's face as he unleashed a flurry of punches, furiously attacking a member of the Medicine Gang's Iron Bone Realm martial artist.

The iron fist clashed with the longsword, sending countless sparks flying.

Suddenly, with a "crack," the knife broke.

The martial artist from the Medicine Gang's expression changed. Before he could change his move, Zhang Yue's fist suddenly accelerated, carrying a fierce momentum, and struck his chest hard.

With a "rip," the iron fist tore through his leather armor; with a "crack," his iron bones, tempered countless times, shattered.

When Zhang Yue withdrew his hand, he was holding a broken heart in his palm.

"hey-hey."

Zhang Yue grinned and chuckled, then threw the heart on the ground and charged straight at the next member of the Medicine Clan.

After he left, the Medicine Clan disciple with a large hole in his chest suddenly collapsed to the ground.

"How dare you kill a disciple of my Medicine Clan!"

Before Zhang Yue could find his next target, Song Yuhu, the Grand Elder of the Medicine Gang, approached him first.

As a powerful expert in the Blood Exchange Realm, his strength is second only to the leader of the Medicine Clan.

A blurry figure flashed by, and Zhang Yue felt a blur before his eyes.

Then, he felt a sudden dizziness.

"What's going on? That looks like my body."

In his last moments, Zhang Yue saw his own headless corpse.

With a "thud," Zhang Yue's head fell to the ground, covered in dust.

Zhang Zhen, one of the three tigers of the Blood Hand Gang and a cultivator at the Silver Bone Realm, died just like that.

He died very suddenly.

This also demonstrates the terrifying strength possessed by warriors at the Blood Exchange Realm.

Even Silver Bone Realm warriors couldn't withstand a single move from them.

"Ah, Zhen'er."

Just as Zhang Zhen died, a fierce roar rang out.

Immediately afterwards, an elderly man who bore a striking resemblance to Zhang Zhen appeared.

"My Zhen'er."

The old man stared at Zhang Zhen's headless corpse with bloodshot eyes, his face filled with rage.

He then turned and glared fiercely at the Grand Elder of the Medicine Clan: "Song Yuhu, how dare you kill my grandson!"

"What, Zhang Hefeng, you want to avenge your grandson?"

"Then let's go."

After Song Yuhu finished speaking, he even beckoned to Zhang Hefeng with a provocative gesture.

"You, you've gone too far!"

"Die!"

With a fierce shout, Zhang Hefeng's fists glowed with a blood-red light as he charged towards Song Yuhu.

Seeing this, Song Yuhu transformed his right palm into a blade, its blood-red light covering his entire hand, and slashed towards Zhang Hefeng.

Fist and hand strike collided with a loud bang, followed by a gust of wind that blew away debris around them.

Upon exchanging blows, Zhang Hefeng's expression changed, and he retreated several steps, each step leaving a deep footprint on the hard brick floor, thus neutralizing the force Song Yuhu had applied to him.

In contrast, Song Yuhu remained expressionless and did not move an inch.

A comparison of the two reveals the obvious difference in quality.

"You've broken through! You've undergone a second blood transfusion?"

Zhang Hefeng asked with difficulty.

"Not bad, we made it one step forward by luck."

Song Yuhu smiled smugly.

Since his breakthrough, he hadn't shown his skills in public. Now that he could finally show off in front of his old rival, he was in a great mood.

"But you, after all these years, are still stuck in the same place."

"If this is all the strength you have, then today is your death anniversary."

Song Yuhu's voice turned cold, and then he suddenly lunged at Zhang Hefeng.

The two Blood Exchange Realm warriors started fighting.

Afterwards, other Blood Exchange Realm warriors from the Blood Hand Gang arrived one after another.

They faced off against the Second and Third Elders of the Medicine Clan.

The Blood Hand Gang also has four elders, but only three of them appeared.

One of the elders was seriously injured in a previous battle with the second elder of the Medicine Gang and is currently in seclusion to recuperate.

Even if this elder were to force his way out of seclusion, he probably wouldn't be able to unleash much of his power.

The battle has begun to intensify.

One after another, Blood Hand Gang disciples surged forward, like a tide, surrounding the less than fifty Medicine Gang disciples.

Although they were all elites of the Medicine Gang, they were still killed one by one by the sheer number of people they faced.

Before the battle began, Chen Xun had already moved away from the main force and hidden himself in a secluded corner.

If given the chance, he would shoot several arrows and then quickly leave the spot, running to a pre-selected hidden corner.

After moving to several different locations, Chen Xun fired more than a dozen arrows, killing more than a dozen Blood Hand Gang disciples.

Someone tried to ambush him, but Chen Xun killed them instead.

He was already a martial artist at the Iron Bone Realm, and he possessed an extra ox's strength compared to ordinary people.

Ordinary Iron Bone Realm warriors are no match for him.

Those below the Iron Bone Realm were slaughtered by him with a single strike.

However, every time Chen Xun killed someone, he would pretend to be outmatched, lure the person away from the battle, and then carry out the killing.

Therefore, he did not attract the attention of the Blood Hand Gang disciples.

The ones who truly deserve their attention are Song Que and Song Yufeng.

The two were covered in blood.

They have enemies, but also their own.

Several powerful disciples of the Medicine Clan were surrounded and attacked by elite disciples of the Blood Hand Clan, and were on the verge of collapse.

Just when the Medicine Gang disciples were about to give up, a huge fire suddenly broke out in the Blood Hand Gang's territory, followed by a cacophony of shouts and cries of battle.

This is clearly the third squad putting up their attack.

Immediately, the Blood Hand Gang disciples who were besieging the Medicine Gang disciples began to riot.

The fire started in the very place where these disciples lived.

Their entire fortune was still there, and they were extremely anxious.

The disciples' offensive slowed down, giving the Medicine Clan disciples a chance to catch their breath.

However, without any other turning point, they will still be surrounded and killed.

Soon things took a turn for the better.

"Blood Hand Gang disciples, stop right now!"

"Open your eyes and look! What is this?"

A voice rang out, echoing throughout the entire battlefield.

Then, Song Tianxing, the leader of the Medicine Gang, appeared before everyone in a somewhat disheveled state.

He stood on the roof of a building, the moon behind him casting a silvery glow upon him, and in his hand he held a bloody head.

When he raised his head, many Blood Hand Gang disciples were shocked and looked on in disbelief.

"Boss."

A mournful, desperate cry rang out.

Yes, that is the head of the Blood Hand Gang leader.