Dirt and rocks splashed, flames subsided, and countless pine needles fell to the ground, leaving a distinct dividing line in the center. Search: \(¨Complete¨ Book¨ God¨ Station¨) to read fine literature for free. A little further away in the darkness, blood splattered out, followed by a punch hitting the air, a deafening sound.
Amidst Lin Zongwu's roar, his figure advanced like a war chariot, crushing towards the direction where Hong Ti fell.
Modern boxers have weight classes because a person's strength is closely related to their weight. Lin Zongwu's physique was already large, and after more than ten years of dedicated training, his inner strength cultivation could be called unprecedented. In this aspect alone, he probably surpassed even Zhou Tong. Therefore, his attack was majestic, like the rising sun, and ordinary people would find it unbearable to even brush against it.
Earlier, when rescuing Fang Qifo, Xigua's domineering saber style was also open and fierce. In front of Lin Zongwu, however, his strength and lightness were surpassed. Strength aside, being able to propel such a large body with inner force and surpass Xigua in lightness, the extent of his power was evident. Although Chen Fan, with his innate immense strength, had not directly fought him, he would probably be inferior to him in a real fight.
At this moment, this huge figure pushed directly towards Hong Ti. With each punch and kick, the bluestone on the ground shattered violently. The others here could not see the entire fight clearly, only hearing two "papas" of engagement amidst the violent offensive, followed by a swift sword. Lin Zongwu chopped down with all his strength, smashing a bluestone bench on the ground into pieces. The air surged, and countless rubble struck the walls of the nearby courtyard, while Lin Zongwu grabbed half a section of bluestone and hurled it at the enemy in front of him!
The bluestone and the dark shadow seemed to pause in mid-air. Hong Ti's profile flashed in the dim light. The bluestone was pushed back towards Lin Zongwu, who met it with a fierce palm strike.
Splashing gravel, intense and rapid exchanges. In the already dim light, Hong Ti, dressed in a black dress, moved like a ghost. For a moment, the others could only see Lin Zongwu's amazing attacks in his wide robe. But after a breath or two, they could finally discern Hong Ti's figure. Her movements, under Lin Zongwu's pure brute force, did not appear erratic in evasion, but rather showed a very methodical advance and retreat. The smoke and dust floating around her blended with her figure, appearing extremely soft and flexible, yet often unleashing immense power comparable to Lin Zongwu's when she attacked.
If Lin Zongwu was like a raging sun constantly erupting, affecting the surroundings, and destroying everything, Hong Ti at this moment looked like a giant serpent, both soft and strong! Her sword strikes were not frequent, and her punches and kicks did not directly collide with Lin Zongwu's full force, but she always managed to swallow all attacks. Her occasional sword strike was like a sharp fang, stabbing Lin Zongwu's vulnerable spots without any warning.
With a bang, a stone hit a fire basin in the distance, knocking it over against the corner of the wall, and flames spread. The area where the two were fighting had almost turned into a vortex of destruction, mainly due to Lin Zongwu's power. Each punch and kick had a wide reach. The bluestone bench that he had broken was sent flying four or five times in the blink of an eye, then turned into countless pieces of various sizes, scattered around. One of them smashed a large hole in the nearby wall.
The two fought with great power and at great speed. In the main hall, everyone watched in astonishment, even Lou Shuwan stood there blankly with wide eyes, watching this inhuman exchange. She couldn't understand how that woman could withstand such attacks.
In the eyes of Yu Yulin and other martial artists, all of this seemed even more astonishing. Transcendent inner force, fierce palm strikes, and heavy punches and whip kicks pushed the human body to a peak that others could hardly reach. The Great Brightness Sect Leader's physical strength, skin, and bones had been trained like a complete great sun, and ordinary swords and blades could hardly hurt him. And that woman's martial arts seemed to be in harmony with heaven and earth, swallowing all attacks like a giant serpent, a deep abyss, under that destructive offensive, and even able to retaliate. If this were in the Central Plains, after this battle, the Blood Bodhisattva's reputation would be on par with the Great Brightness Sect Leader, directly approaching Zhou Tong.
The dense exchanges did not last long. Amidst the rumbling noise, the courtyard wall that had been hit by a stone earlier took two punches and a kick from Lin Zongwu during their movements, and half of the wall collapsed. In the huge cloud of dust, the exchange was still crackling fiercely. Lin Zongwu's footsteps pushed, stepped, and kicked on the ground, continuously pushing out five steps with a booming sound. The sword light, which had been retreating, also brushed out amazing ripples, and there was another flash of blood. Then Lin Zongwu shouted, "Aha—" exerting his strength suddenly.
This strike did not produce an explosive sound; the sound seemed to have been annihilated. However, in the next moment, Hong Ti's figure was sent flying backward. Her steps moved backward, her feet touching the ground lightly. In the cloud of dust, Lin Zongwu's fat figure rushed out!
Hong Ti turned and ran, but Lin Zongwu, who had gained the advantage after taking a sword, would not give up like this. His momentum was already built up, and in a few steps, the distance was quickly closing. The huge force was pressing from behind. Hong Ti tapped her toes and leaped up suddenly. Lin Zongwu's heavy punch came almost horizontally towards her body!
Everyone held their breath.
With a bang, Hong Ti's body was solidly sent flying! At the same time, Lin Zongwu's body burst with shocking blood!
Martial arts duels avoid leaving the ground, but at that moment, Hong Ti's figure leaped up while running. Her toes were behind, and her body was in front, in the pose of "Chang'e Flying to the Moon." And at the moment Lin Zongwu punched horizontally, she also turned her head sharply, waving her hand, the long sword like a whip, striking directly at Lin Zongwu's back, which was exposed due to the punching motion.
Chang'e Flying to the Moon requires turning the head.
The cold killing intent came like an overwhelming force!
Hong Ti's ancient sword flew out of her hand, directly splitting open Lin Zongwu's back, while her body was also sent flying in the air, rolling several times before landing with a bang, loosening the bluestone on the ground. Then she stood up and wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth.
Lin Zongwu stood three zhang away in front, looking back. His white teeth were exposed, and his eyes had turned completely red. Then he stretched his hands a few times, and the blood on his back actually stopped like that. His whole person had changed from an angry Vajra to a ferocious beast. At this time, he fully understood that the woman in front of him had indeed been angered by him, and therefore, they were now in a situation of fighting to the death.
Just now, he had taken a heavy sword strike in the back, and the other party had taken a punch to the body. Internal injury versus external injury, it was really hard to say whose was more serious.
Since returning to the Jianghu, he had experienced several major battles, but never once had anyone forced him to this point. Perhaps in his past imagination, when facing Zhou Tong, he might have become so embarrassed. However, apart from Zhou Tong and other grandmasters, even his elder sister Sikong Nan, or even the Fang Qifo with a healthy body that he had once envisioned, he did not think he would fall into such a predicament.
Most importantly, it was not about losing…
The night wind brushed past, the fire crackled, and the female grandmaster in front had lost her weapon, but her gaze was as cold as a dead deep pool, with a indifference enough to rival the killing intent in Lin Echan's eyes. She wiped the blood from her mouth and walked towards him like that.
Lin Zongwu inhaled deeply, and then, he rushed out with a roar—
With his power, he knew he would win!
The two had exchanged countless moves, but the fighting time was not very long. At this moment, a voice rang out in the night sky.
"Enough."
The two's moves collided!
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Regarding the fight between Lin Zongwu and Lu Hongti, Xin Tiecheng and others had a slight sigh, but at the same time, they also felt a little relieved.
On the one hand, it was not easy for Mount Lüliang to have such a grandmaster, and he felt somewhat regretful that he was about to be killed or defeated by an outsider. On the other hand, the factors related to his own interests: from the moment he went up the mountain, Xin Tiecheng felt that the development of this matter might be bad. In theory, with the Martial Victory Army, Dong Pang'er, the Qi family, and the Prince of Jin gathered together, no one would dare to really go crazy and take action. Not being able to do business was one thing, but slapping someone in the face was another. If something big happened at this banquet, Qingmu Fortress would definitely not be able to bear it, and they would not be crazy enough to do that.
However, on the other hand, as representatives of Mount Lüliang, they were really small fries. As he had thought before, if any of these people really went crazy, they would be dragged into the storm and would probably be spared. In a sense, a fight between the Blood Bodhisattva and the Great Brightness Sect Leader to decide the future of Qingmu Fortress was the most peaceful solution for everyone.
But the subsequent developments, the existence of the Blood Hand Butcher and the subsequent revelations, made Xin Tiecheng vaguely feel that things might not be so simple. Therefore, when the decisive battle between the Blood Bodhisattva and Lin Zongwu began, Xin Tiecheng felt a sense of prickling on his back while watching with the others. The one in the hall behind him had been silent all the time.
When he secretly looked back, the young scholar was different from the others. He only glanced outside a few times, and then sat down in his seat, his hands crossed on the table, his eyes coldly silent.
Only the bodyguard next to him seemed to be talking to him occasionally.
Outside, the martial arts displayed by the Blood Bodhisattva made Xin Tiecheng's whole body tremble slightly, but he still felt a chill down his spine. And just after the battle continued for a while, the feeling in his heart finally landed.
"Enough."
He turned his head and saw the young scholar put down his wine glass and said this sentence as if sighing. But no one paid attention to him.
In the courtyard, nearly inhuman forces collided together. And in the next moment, Xin Tiecheng saw the man named Ning Yi put his palm on the table.
"I said… enough—"
The huge sound, the amazing inner force, roared like a tiger! Since the hall was an open structure on one side, the entire hall was shaking at that moment. The premonition in Xin Tiecheng's heart landed, and echoing it was the soaring commotion and killing intent outside the hall!
The Feast at Hongmen, anger finally broke free from the reins of reason! In the hall, the martial artists instantly
became alert. Xin Tiecheng held down He Zhong and hurriedly distanced himself from the other martial artists. Someone was moving outside the wall, and there was the sound of running from upstairs! The malice of the night began to roar. Ning Yi's voice was deafening: "It's a draw! Stop it!"
But no one stopped in the yard, and a gust of wind knocked down a small pavilion. People were panicking, people were running, He Shuyuan tried to come over: "Mr. Ning, how can you interfere with the competition like this…"
The light and shadow swayed in the hall. Xin Tiecheng saw Ning Yi, who was walking outside, turn around again. In the next moment, the bodyguard next to Ning Yi and the bodyguard next to He Shuyuan started fighting. The young scholar raised a bench high.
With a bang, the bench shattered into pieces on He Shuyuan's body. Then, there was an explosion that Xin Tiecheng completely didn't understand. He Shuyuan's bodyguard flew out, blood and flesh splashing in the alternating light and darkness of the hall. Ning Yi pressed an iron-copper object against He Shuyuan's forehead. He Shuyuan screamed in pain, and more people were shouting. Someone was rushing in. An indescribable chaos was finally ignited on this night…
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