The light mist rises sharply, killing intent stains the dust. Chasing the reckless wasteland, you have to be quick-eyed.
In Duanhun Gorge, the bloody wind
The "ghosts" on the gorge and the "humans" in the gorge, after a brief confrontation...they started fighting.
At this time, although the martial arts heroes had suffered over a hundred casualties, they still had nearly 300 combat strength. As for the exiles in Buried Heart Valley, there are only more than one hundred in total. At first glance... it seems that the former is more favorable.
But... the number of people is not the most important factor in determining the outcome, because this is a "battle between rivers and lakes", not a contest between armies.
If this is a contest between armies, the factors that determine the outcome are mostly the number, formation, quality of soldiers, terrain, and the use of bows and firearms.
But in the fight in the rivers and lakes...the reference value of these things is not great.
Those heads and disciples of various factions are not well-trained soldiers. Although in terms of individual combat capabilities, they are definitely much better than ordinary soldiers, but they are divided into dozens of forces. To fight, and there is almost no ability to coordinate with each other... let alone people from different sects, even within the same sect, there may not be a few people who can cooperate.
To put it simply, one person has one trumpet, and each plays his own tune, so that the wolves will win but the dogs will not win...
On the other side... Although the "little devils" under the command of Hades didn't cooperate very much, they had a great advantage in the terrain; from top to bottom and encircling them, fighting was naturally more effective. In addition, their martial arts are also top-notch, and it is logical to gain an advantage.
Soon, dozens of cannon fodder from various sects were killed by the enemy; while those masters in Buried Heart Valley only suffered minor injuries...
However, this situation changed instantly after Yuan Qi made a move.
But see, leader Yuan's figure hastily appeared. With a flick of his wrist, the sword in his hand immediately rolled out like a living thing.
This sword is a soft sword, to be precise... a "cloth sword".
Cloth, is ordinary cloth.
People are extraordinary people.
Before the age of thirty, Yuan Qi would not know how to use a sword. In fact. At that time, he didn't know how to use any weapons.
But after the age of thirty, he had the power of profound kung fu in his body, and with this almost perfect internal force as the foundation, no matter how he cultivated any weapon or move... it was all at his fingertips, and he was at his fingertips.
Therefore, after the age of 30, Yuan Qi learned a lot of martial arts one after another, and gradually reached the state of proficiency in all eighteen kinds of weapons. Some kung fu... He can make it stronger than those who have practiced for many years just by watching it once.
After reaching the age of forty, leader Yuan seldom used weapons anymore. The only weapon that is always with him is this cloth sword embedded in his belt...
There is a saying that "a sharp sword has no intention, but a soft sword is impermanent". Driven by Yuan Qi's unfathomable internal force... the soft sword is sometimes as fierce as a dragon, sometimes as sinister as a snake, sometimes as fierce as a dragon, and sometimes as vigorous Such as python.
In the blink of an eye, nearly ten people had already died under his sword, and every one of them was hit in the neck by a sword... their heads were in different places.
"Huh..." At this moment, a cold snort came, bringing out a burly figure, "Leader Su Wen Yuan's internal strength is unfathomable. Today, it is really extraordinary."
The speaker was a big man with a beard. Its body and appearance are like Arhat King Kong. He was still holding an eight-ring sword in his hand, listening to his voice... It was undoubtedly the first person to speak out through internal force not long ago.
"The Great Desert Swordsman... Di Hou." Yuan Qi stared at the other party and said in a deep voice.
"Oh?" Di Hou laughed. "President Yuan can recognize me? I'm really flattered."
In fact, the reason why Yuan Qi recognized Di Hou was very simple... because the two of them were of the same age and belonged to the same generation in the Jianghu. So in the past, there have been several encounters in some large and small events in the martial arts. But... At that time, Dihou was already the famous desert sword king, while Yuan Qi was still a nobody. So, the latter remembers the former. And the former didn't even know the latter existed.
"Ha! Hahahaha..." Yuan Qi laughed out loud after hearing Di Hou's words.
Di Hou didn't know what he was laughing at, and the people who saw this scene didn't know what he was laughing at either.
Only Yuan Qi himself understands how ironic and ridiculous the other party's words are...
"Di Dao King..." After laughing for a while, Yuan Qi's expression turned cold, "I remember... you were the leader of the Eight Swords Society of the Desert before you fled to Buried Heart Valley?"
"That's right, I am." When Di Hou responded to this question, he was quite puzzled, he didn't understand why the other party wanted to talk about unnecessary things with him at this moment.
"Do you remember how many disciples you have under your sect?" Yuan Qi continued to ask.
"Five or six hundred people..." Di Hou replied casually, "Why do you ask this?"
"Can you report the names of twenty of them?" Yuan Qi asked again.
"President Yuan...what do you mean?" Di Hou has decided not to answer these strange questions anymore.
"You can't report it." Yuan Qi said coldly, "But... you can report my name." He gestured to the surroundings with his eyes, "And the names of all the first-class masters present."
Di Hou was silent, he wanted to hear what Yuan Qi had to say.
"This is true for everyone in the world. You never remember those mediocre people, because all you see in your eyes are fame, martial arts, and appearance..." Yuan Qi seemed a little excited when he said this, "Your eyes can only see Those, so that you ignore the 'people' themselves." He paused, "That's why I laughed, I laughed at you like a bunch of blind people... blinder than the real blind people."
"Leader Yuan, forgive Di for not understanding what you're talking about." Di Hou said, raising his sword, "I'm not here to listen to your mystification!"
"That's right..." Yuan Qi closed his eyes, "People like you won't understand..." He also raised the cloth sword in his hand, "You are just a person who came to lead the death, come if you want !"
Needless to say, Di Hou also came.
The king of the desert is by no means in vain. The eight-ring broadsword in his hand is a unique weapon, tailor-made for Di Hou by a famous craftsman in the world.
This saber weighs more than forty catties. There are eight rings inlaid on the back of the saber. The blade is like a shark's teeth.
In the past, countless celebrities in the world have died under this knife without a whole body, which can be called a shocking and fierce soldier.
And Di Hou... is also a wizard of the sword. He was born with supernatural powers since childhood. At the age of twelve, he can dance the Daguan Dao weighing eighty catties; he has a very high understanding of sword techniques, and he has mastered the masters of various schools at a young age and formed his own way. At the age of fifteen, Di Hou became the youngest member of the Desert Eight Swords Club (similar to the position of "cadre" among delinquent boys, you can make up your own mind about the specific class), and at the age of twenty-eight he became a member of the Eight Swords Club. The president leads the limelight for a while.
It's just that after the age of thirty. His sword skills encountered a bottleneck, and under the impetuous training, he went crazy... Then he began to kill innocent people everywhere, sacrificed the sword with the blood of masters, and soon became a public enemy of martial arts, and was forced to escape into this valley of burial.
In the past twenty years, as one of the most experienced fugitives in the valley, Di Hou has already broken through the bottleneck of the year. His current level of martial arts is comparable to that of Wanxia Building and Bafang Building, two masters of martial arts.
"drink-"
It's too late, but it's fast. But after Wen Dihou yelled violently, his figure flashed to Yuan Qi's side. The eight-ring sword also slashed down like thunder.
His knife is heavy, but fast, so fast that it is almost invisible to the human eye.
However, Yuan Qi could see it.
Not only can you see... you can see clearly.
"Too slow, too clumsy." This was Yuan Qi's evaluation to the other party, and it was also the last sentence Di Hou heard.
In the next second, Di Hou's head left his body.
And his knife... cut to the empty space.
Indeed, Di Hou is a first-class expert, among the people present, there may not be more than ten people who can catch this knife.
But in Yuan Qi's eyes. Di Hou's sword technique is far from enough... From the perspective of martial arts realm, Yuan Qi's cloth sword is based on the "extreme moves" and "extreme changes". As long as it is a person who is still in the state of "have moves", even if he has cultivated his internal strength to the same level as him. At most, he can evenly fight with him. A person like Di Hou whose internal and external skills are much worse than him is not a match at all...
"Master Yuan's miraculous skills are unrivaled!"
"Everyone follow the lord to kill!"
The people nearby saw the scene where Yuan Qi killed Di Hou in an instant, so they shouted out loudly. It can be considered as a bit of momentum for the martial arts camp.
Yuan Qi did not disappoint his comrades either, he immediately displayed his superb lightness kung fu. It flew out like a swimming dragon, and wherever it passed...all the corpses of the people in the valley were left behind.
"Where..." In the chaotic battle situation, Yuan Qi's heart was as still as water. While killing, he was thinking, "It is impossible for these people to raise the fog... There must be a 'special person' among them. Get him out of the dark..."
While thinking, he has killed dozens of people, more than the total number of other gangs. After the gap in numbers widened, the confrontation between the two sides reversed.
There are still more than 200 martial arts fighters to fight, while the Buried Heart Valley masters only have more than 30 people left. In this way, no matter how advantageous the terrain is, it is useless.
Encirclement... turned into anti-encirclement. Even if the people in the valley are strong in martial arts, if one person is beaten by five or six people... the result is self-evident.
In just one cup of tea, Duanhun Gorge is already full of corpses.
The blood fell like rain and dispersed like mist, taking away souls of the dead...
Seeing that the "ghosts" in the valley were about to be exterminated, finally, the person who "raised" the mist...appeared in people's sight.
"I didn't expect..." The man caught everyone's attention as soon as he opened his mouth, "... besides King Yama, there are people with such superb martial arts in this world."
The same is internal force sound transmission, depending on the skill of the speaker, the effect presented is also different.
For example, before Di Hou and Feng Er (who were the second to speak before the start of the fight, and now they have already received lunch), when they used internal force to transmit sound, they spoke in a higher pitch, and their own voice was also louder, so that "qi " Only then can the words be sent out so that people in the distance can hear them.
However, the tone and voice of the speaker now sounds like an understatement; among the martial arts practitioners present, only Yuan Qi can do this, and the internal strength of the speaker can be seen.
"Finally willing to show up?" Yuan Qi raised his head and looked in the direction of the voice, which was on a rock a hundred meters away.
At this moment, an ordinary-looking old man dressed as a farmer was standing there with his hands behind his back.
Not long after, some people in the crowd recognized him, which elicited a sound of panic.
"Ma... Momo..."
"It's him! He's not dead yet?"
"The former leader of the Demon Cult... Du Ying..."
Yuan Qi knew this name, but he had never met this person.
Twelve years ago, Yuan Qi did meet a Demon Cult leader, but it was not the Du Ying in front of him.
In that year, Liu Xiangru, the leader of the Demon Sect, thought that he had achieved great magic skills and was invincible in the world...so he aggressively invaded all martial arts schools.
As we all know, the "righteous people" in the world of martial arts have a habit, that is... when the situation is unfavorable, they can always find a reason, justifiably, more people beat people less, as for the reasons, everyone knows...
Of course, it doesn't hurt to say this classic line again here - there is no need to talk about morals in dealing with these demons and heretics!
Anyway, that year... the Demon Cult was wiped out. And the biggest hero in this incident, you guessed it right... is Yuan Qi.
Liu Xiangru didn't understand until his death, where did this Yuan Qi come from... Although Yuan Qi was already recognized as a first-class master at that time, but because he was too unknown in the past, no one knew the origin of his martial arts. How high is the limit. It wasn't until he killed Ryu Sang-ru single-handedly... that the martial arts factions realized that this person seemed to have been seriously underestimated in the past...
And that incident became the key capital for Yuan Qi to become the leader of the martial arts alliance in the future.
However, if you compare Du Ying in front of you with Liu Xiangru... that's another difference.
In terms of seniority, Du Ying is Liu Xiangru's uncle, and his grade is actually a few years younger than Liu Xiangru, and he is only in his early sixties this year.
Liu Xiangru did not master the kung fu until he was forty-eight, but Du Ying had already mastered it when he was thirty... After that, even the elders in the Demon Cult did not know how advanced his kung fu was.
Fortunately, although Du Ying is a martial arts prodigy, he doesn't like to fight, so during the years when he was the leader of the Devil's Cult, the Devil's Cult always maintained the style of "no one offends me, I don't offend others".
Until the age of forty-three, Du Ying angrily handed over the position of leader to the ambitious Liu Xiangru because he was tired of the disputes within the church. Then he left in a flick of his sleeve, and no one has been able to find him since then.
Never expected... Today, this Du Ying actually appeared in the Burial Heart Valley.
"Leader...he..." Ji Neng recognized this person, he hurried forward a few steps, wanting to remind Yuan Qi.
But Yuan Qi waved his hand and interrupted Master Ji's words.
A few seconds later, Yuan Qi raised his head, using the exact same technique as Du Ying, and replied through sound transmission with internal force: "Du Ying, I've heard of you, it's great that you're still alive..."(.)