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"Thump!"

A muffled, loud bang suddenly exploded!

The red-eyed Xingxing's powerful fist slammed solidly into Fang Chang's back.

"Well……"

Fang Chang staggered, unable to help but groan, a metallic taste rising in his throat.

Fortunately, he had mastered the Iron Shirt technique to a high degree, and his external martial arts skills were passable.

He took the punch head-on, which only caused him some pain, but he was not seriously injured.

If it were anyone else, taking a punch from the red-eyed xingxing would probably cost them half their life on the spot!

"court death……"

Fang Chang regained his senses because of the punch from the red-eyed Xingxing, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes.

He twisted his waist and turned around, exerting force with his wrist, and swept the blade horizontally!

The Blood-Patterned Goose Feather Blade, accompanied by a whooshing sound, slashed fiercely at the red-eyed Xingxing with lightning speed.

However unexpectedly...

The Blood-Patterned Goose Feather Blade, which had always been invincible, actually met its match against the Blood-Eyed Xingxing.

The slash seemed to strike a piece of tough, old cowhide that had been soaked in tung oil a hundred times, producing only a dull thud.

Only a faint, almost invisible white mark remained on the Blood-Eyed Xingxing's body.

"roar!"

The Blood-Eyed Xingxing, driven by its bestial nature, immediately swung its fists and began to smash wildly at Fang Chang without any strategy.

Fang Chang hurriedly parried with his sword, but was forced to retreat repeatedly by the immense force of the fist.

In an instant, the blood and qi in my body surged violently, and my internal organs seemed to have been repositioned.

He quickly regained his balance, and a hint of seriousness finally flashed across his face.

This blood-eyed beast's strength has already reached the level of a ninth-grade martial artist.

Even among ninth-rank martial artists, he would be considered one of the best.

However, he has injuries to his bones and muscles, so it would be unwise to confront him head-on.

"It seems we still have to rely on the scriptures of the dead..."

Fang Chang took a deep breath, suppressed the surging blood and qi in his body, and slowly closed his eyes.

He discarded all distracting thoughts and carefully felt the every beat of the murderous intent within his body!

Seeing his appearance, the red-eyed xingxing felt slighted and became even angrier.

It bared its fangs, casually pulled up a thick green bamboo stalk, and hurled it at Fang Chang!

"Whoosh!!!"

The emerald bamboo, like a sharp and unparalleled spear, whistled through the air with a series of sharp sounds, moving with lightning speed.

If one were to be struck squarely by this bamboo spear, even if Fang Chang had mastered the Iron Shirt technique, he would surely perish.

However, even at this moment, Fang Chang remained standing still with his eyes closed, seemingly unaware of what was happening.

"not good!"

"Young Master Fang is too arrogant; he's likely to fall into the hands of this beast..."

Upon witnessing this scene, Ma Dao and his men, who were not far away, were thrown into disarray, panicked, and cried out in alarm.

"Young Master Fang, get out of the way!" Ma Duxiu cried out urgently, his face pale with fright.

But Fang Chang paid no heed to this, still listening to that ever-beating murderous intent.

Thump...thump thump...

He shut out all sounds—the wind, the roars of beasts—and time seemed to stand still.

Fang Chang's mastery of the Book of the Dead had long since reached perfection.

Logically speaking, even if his bones and muscles were completely crippled, his exquisite swordsmanship alone should have made him stronger than the Red-Eyed Xingxing.

After all, no matter how strong the Red-Eyed Xingxing is, it is ultimately just a beast that only knows how to use brute force.

However, in the previous exchange, he was repeatedly at a disadvantage and was restrained at every turn.

The reason for this result is...

It wasn't because his knife was too dull to hurt the thick-skinned, red-eyed Xingxing.

It wasn't because he was influenced by murderous intent that he lost his exquisite swordsmanship.

The real reason is actually very simple: it's simply because he was overthinking and worried too much!

The essence of the Dead Man's Scripture is to forge ahead without hesitation, to exchange life for life, and to sacrifice life for death.

Only by embracing the resolve to die can one unleash the true wonder of this unique skill.

But how many ordinary people can be so resolute as to perish together with their enemy every time they make a move?

Even Fang Chang couldn't do that.

However, the desire to kill helps him temporarily lose his rationality, abandon thought, and forget distracting thoughts.

In this way, he can forcefully enter that extreme state of single-mindedness and willingness to sacrifice life for death.

"Attack without defense, death without survival."

"Thinking leads to doubt, and doubt leads to death."

After silently reciting the key points of the mental cultivation method, Fang Chang completely abandoned all thought.

His aura suddenly changed, and he was completely driven by his pure killing intent.

It's too late to say, then soon!

Faced with the menacing bamboo spear, he not only did not retreat or dodge, but instead exerted force with his feet and advanced instead of retreating!

With a slight twist of his wrist, the Blood-Patterned Goose Feather Blade drew an extremely tricky arc, slashing upwards at an angle!

"Whoosh—"

A flash of cold light, and the bamboo spear was instantly split in two, the cut as smooth as a mirror.

The two halves of green bamboo flew past Fang Chang's side without veering off course.

But that's not all!

At this moment, Fang Chang, driven by murderous intent, seemed to have fallen into a mysterious state called the ultimate freedom.

Without conscious effort, one's entire being spontaneously and instinctively propels them on a journey of thousands of miles!

In an instant, he shattered the ground, his figure shifting left and right, and he instantly appeared in front of the red-eyed monkey.

"roar?!"

The red-eyed Xingxing was startled at first, but quickly recovered and became ferocious, wanting to smash Fang Chang's skull with a slap.

Fang Chang, on the other hand, neither dodged nor evaded, focusing solely on offense without any defense.

The Blood-Patterned Goose Feather Blade transformed into a crimson rainbow, whistling as it hurtled straight toward the Red-Eyed Xingxing's neck, slashing down!

This is a completely reckless fighting style; it's clear they're aiming to perish together with the red-eyed monkey!

At this critical moment...

A flicker of fear flashed in the red-eyed monkey's eyes; it sensed the threat of death from that single strike.

Driven by its survival instinct, it was the first to back down, hastily turning to the side in an attempt to dodge the blow.

Its retreat and hesitation meant that the outcome of this life-or-death struggle was already decided!

"Pfft..."

The Blood-Patterned Goose Feather Blade, like a swimming dragon, was the first to climb up the neck of the red-eyed monkey.

The blade flashed and spun around, severing the death line instantly!

Before everyone's eyes, a huge head was tossed high into the air and landed heavily.

Hot blood gushed out, splattering all over Fang Chang.

His expressionless face was stained with a few spots of scarlet blood, which added to his menacing aura.

"Waaaaah..."

With the death of the Blood-Eyed Xingxing, the remaining Xingxing were immediately leaderless, and they all turned pale with panic, whimpering.

They looked at Fang Chang, who still held the blood-dripping longsword and exuded a murderous aura, their eyes filled with fear, and they had no more fighting spirit.

Fang Chang merely swayed his body slightly, and the group of terrified Xingxing scattered and fled into the bamboo forest.

For a moment, only Fang Chang remained in the arena, still standing proudly.

Only now did that frantically beating murderous intent gradually subside.

That mysterious, detached, and selfless state vanished in an instant.

Fang Chang stood there for several breaths before suppressing his killing intent and opening his eyes again.

He looked around and saw corpses lying everywhere, blood soaking the soil, heads rolling off the ground—a truly horrific scene.

"It's still not strong enough. A mere ninth-grade spirit forced me to use my full strength."

"The state I was in just now had a greater impact on my mental and physical well-being than I had imagined."

"It seems that we must not easily resort to murderous intent anytime soon, otherwise, once we become addicted, we may never be able to wake up again..."

Fang Chang slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, forcibly suppressing the remaining killing intent in his heart, and gradually calming his emotions.

Although it took a lot of effort and I almost got myself into danger while killing this group of Xingxing, the gains were also quite substantial.

His mind stirred slightly, and lines of gilded characters instantly appeared before his eyes...

[Slay the six-headed mythical monster Xingxing and gain 60 merit points!]

[Slay a mythical beast, the Blood-Eyed Xingxing, and gain 100 merit points!]