Whose heretical cultivator relies on a rich woman to attain enlightenment?

The zombie had a huge gash in its chest and abdomen.

Although it didn't pierce through, one could see the dark red flesh and blood inside, with various organs falling off. This palm strike greatly frightened Lianxuzi, making him immediately alert and wary.

"Was that palm strike really something a beginner-level cultivator could unleash?"

The question couldn't help but flash through his mind. Even he couldn't unleash the power of that palm strike. For cultivators, their overall strength is not only determined by their realm, but also by their cultivation techniques, Daoist methods, spells, martial arts, and physical constitution.

This is why independent cultivators have always found it difficult to compete with disciples of established sects.

My body was trembling slightly.

The demonic filth stored in his spiritual root was almost completely depleted. Not only the demonic filth, but even his own spiritual energy was completely drained. The intense emptiness caused Lu Cheng to experience severe physical discomfort. He had never felt so uncomfortable before.

"You do have some tricks up your sleeve, but now you have no cards left to play."

He keenly sensed the trembling in the boy's body, and he would never believe that a mere beginner would have the strength to deliver another blow.

The nearly destroyed zombie continued to move forward at high speed. Lu Cheng tightened his grip on the command flag. He had no other choice now. He lowered his center of gravity and stood ready for battle. The next second after the zombie took off into the air...

"They're here!"

Without hesitation, I bent down.

Even Lianxuzi had no idea what this little beast was up to, but when Lu Cheng bent down to reveal the dazzling golden talisman on his back, he finally realized it.

"This tactic is called 'living off a woman'!"

The flying zombie was pierced through the head by a sword and exploded in the air like a giant firework.

Before he could even unleash any of his abilities or pose any threat, the zombie that Lianxuzi had been so proud of for so many years was completely destroyed. In an instant, rage consumed his reason.

"The mysterious coffin locks the soul, and the Yin ruler serves the puppet!"

He let out a hysterical roar, pointed a simple wooden ruler from his waist at Lu Cheng, and a strong tearing sensation came from his body. Various roars that summoned souls rang in his ears, and negative emotions arose spontaneously. The Taoist priest held a ghost mask, which was about the size of a palm. It was made from the resentment of vengeful ghosts and corpse oil and burned with ghost fire all year round.

"The Corpse Cauldron condenses its essence, the Bell dispels the ghostly zombies. You little bastard, no matter how many people help you today, you are doomed to die!"

Bang!

The three souls and seven spirits were expelled from the body in that instant.

His eyes lost focus. Whether it was a demon cultivator or a ghost cultivator, they were completely beyond Lu Cheng's current level. This spell finally made the talisman on Lu Cheng's back darken in color. His essence blood had completely dried up and, after spending so much time, it finally lost its effect and lightly fell off the boy's body.

"Will-o'-the-wisps appear!"

The flames added a bit of light to the dark, rainy night, and they wouldn't go out even in the wind and rain. The headless zombie was still swaying and took the initiative to move forward. After expending so much effort, it finally managed to strip Lu Cheng of all his cards.

Clang!

A cold glint flashed.

The teetering zombie was finally cut in half at the waist. Lu Cheng leaped up and gripped the flying sword tightly in his palm. This flying sword was a weapon he had taken from the Demon Suppression Division a few days ago when he was negotiating with Master Liang. It was not a divine weapon, but it was still a fine item.

Grip it tightly, and you can feel the warmth coming from the hilt.

"So that girl Hanguang really does have some skills. It seems she was indeed a fallen fairy before. Even when she was injured, she could still use such methods. If it weren't for her, my soul would probably have been stolen long ago."

His eyes were full of exhaustion.

Both sides were in a bad situation. Although Lu Cheng kept dodging, his spiritual energy was completely drained. Not far away, Lian Xuzi, who was forming Dao seals, was also in a bad state. He used Dao techniques one after another and finally managed to get rid of the talisman on Lu Cheng's back.

Seeing Lu Cheng walking towards him with a long sword in hand, Lian Xuzi smiled mockingly. Did this little beast think he could gain the upper hand in close combat?

"Prepare to die!"

As he pointed with the hand holding the Ghost Mask, it felt as if someone had struck his shoulder hard. This blow clearly hit a pressure point. He quickly stepped forward through the mud, brandishing the Yin-Yang Sword. But Lu Cheng remained calm and twisted his waist to meet him, using his armpit to firmly clamp the sword-wielding right hand of the other man.

He kicked Lu Cheng in the lower back, but Lu Cheng didn't budge.

The elbow strike was delivered without even looking behind him, forcing Lianxuzi to block with his left hand. But this was exactly what Lianxuzi wanted, as the Ghost Mask he was holding was knocked away by the elbow!

It fell to the ground with a thud. Even at this moment, Lianxuzi still didn't know what Lu Cheng was going to do. He just flipped the Yin-Yang Sword in his hand and forcefully left a wound on his waist. But then, Lu Cheng simply flicked his toe.

The ghost mask, emitting a faint glow, was covered by silt, and it was as if the power had been suddenly switched off, plunging both of them into darkness.

"later."

The voice that flashed through his mind made him subconsciously turn his body to the side. Now that they had entered the stage of close combat, Lianxuzi was like a wild beast whose eyes had been pecked out by an eagle, just blindly swinging the Yin-Yang Sword around indiscriminately based on instinct.

Although his swordsmanship was crude and unsatisfactory, his strength and physique as a Foundation Establishment cultivator were far superior to Lu Cheng's. When the longsword grazed his arm, there was no gushing blood as expected, but instead a burnt smell, which was the result of the residual high temperature from the Yin-Yang Sword wound.

Grabbing wrists and fighting for their lives, the battle between low-level cultivators was far less pleasing to the eye than that between high-level cultivators, but the two still fought fiercely and evenly. Just as he blocked the opponent's sword, a punch landed on his chest, causing excruciating pain, but Lu Cheng also used force to stab his flying sword back.

Then lift one leg at the same time.

Bang!

The physical contact was unusually dull.

Both of them had completely lost their swords, but the somewhat deranged Lianxuzi clearly had no intention of giving up. He had already staked out all his trump cards and everything he could. If he failed to take Lu Cheng away this time, he would probably become a cripple even if he survived.

This is a fact he cannot accept.

His face showed little expression, but he was cursing inwardly. According to what was said above, this little beast had only been cultivating for less than a month, how could he have mastered such skills?

Instead of trying to remove the longsword from the pool, knowing that creating distance would give the opponent a chance to adjust, he seized the opportunity when Lianxuzi lifted his foot to grab the other's thigh. The weight of over a hundred kilograms was lifted up with almost no difficulty by Lu Cheng's bulging muscles.

That was a classic takedown!

His spine slammed hard against the protruding rock on the ground. He opened his mouth wide but couldn't make a sound. Ji Xiaoxiao's teachings kept echoing in his mind.

"If you encounter an opponent whose level is higher than your own, do not panic."

"By focusing on key points and avoiding weaknesses, if you don't know how to fight, you can create chaos first to create an opportunity. The more chaotic the situation, the harder it is for your opponent to notice your strategy."

"Don't focus solely on fighting, remember that."

A pain shot through his lower abdomen. Although the takedown was solid, the kick had nearly made him vomit blood. Lying on the ground, Lianxuzi, clutching his lumbar spine, struggled to his feet and groped around in the water, his hands trembling, searching for a weapon.

However, he did not notice that Lu Cheng, who was not far away, had already formed a sword seal with his hands.

"rise."

It's a very inconspicuous word.

But it was this word "start" that made Lianxuzi, who had finally managed to find his weapon in the water, stop on the spot. He looked down and stared blankly at his chest, the protruding sword tip making him unable to believe his eyes.

"You, you... a stray dog, how could you..."