Chapter 950: Corpses Piled up Like a Mountain, Birds Startled and Flying Away

The light mist rises sharply, and the dust is stained with murderous intent.

In the Duanhun Gorge, there is a bloody storm

The "ghosts" on the gorge and the "people" in the gorge... started fighting after a brief confrontation.

At this time, although the martial arts heroes had suffered over a hundred casualties, they still had a fighting strength of nearly 300 people. There are only a hundred or so exiles in Burial Heart Valley. At first glance...it seems that the former is more advantageous.

But...the number of people is not the most important factor in determining victory or defeat, 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 victory or defeat are mostly the number of people, formation, quality of soldiers, terrain, and the use of crossbows and firearms.

But in the fight between the rivers and lakes...these things are of little reference value.

The heads and disciples of various sects are not well-trained soldiers. Although in terms of individual combat capabilities, they are definitely much more powerful than ordinary soldiers, they are divided into dozens of factions. In order to fight, and there is almost no ability to coordinate operations between them... Not to mention people from different sects, even among the same sects, there may not be a few people who can cooperate.

To put it simply, one person has a trumpet, and everyone plays his own tune. The wolf is better than the dog, but not 7←,...

On the other side... Although the "little devils" under the command of the King of Hell are not very cooperative, they have a great advantage in the terrain. They are surrounded from top to bottom, so fighting will naturally get twice the result with half the effort. In addition, their martial arts are all top-notch, so it is natural for them to gain an advantage.

Soon, dozens of cannon fodder from various sects were killed in the enemy's encirclement and suppression; and the masters of the Burial Heart Valley. Only a few people were slightly injured...

However, this situation changed instantly after Yuan Qi took action.

But see you. Alliance Leader Yuan emerged quickly. 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 doesn't know how to use a sword. In fact, he didn't know how to use any weapons at that time.

But after he turned thirty, he had the power of Xuan Gong in his body... Once he had this almost perfect internal strength as a foundation. No matter what kind of weapons or moves you practice, you can easily master them at your fingertips.

Therefore, after turning thirty, Yuan Qi gradually learned many martial arts and gradually became proficient in eighteen types of weapons. Some effort...he just looked at it once. It can make you stronger than someone who has practiced for many years.

And after the age of forty. Leader Yuan rarely uses weapons anymore, and the only weapon that always accompanies him is this cloth sword embedded in his belt...

There is a saying that "a sharp sword has no intention, and a soft sword is impermanent." Driven by Yuan Qi's unfathomable internal power... the soft sword is sometimes as strong as a dragon, sometimes as sinister as a snake, sometimes as ruthless as a dragon, and sometimes as a hornet. As strong as a python.

At the snap of your fingers. Nearly ten people have died under his sword, and each one of them was hit in the neck with a sword... and their heads were in different places.

"Humph..." At this moment. A cold snort came, and a burly figure emerged, "I have always heard that Alliance Leader Yuan's skills are unparalleled in the world. After seeing it today, it is indeed extraordinary."

The speaker is a tall man with a beard. His body shape is like that of Arhat Vajra, and he is holding an eight-ringed sword in his hand. Listening to his voice...he is undoubtedly the first person to speak through his inner power not long ago.

"The Desert Sword King... Dihou." Yuan Qi stared at the other person and said in a deep voice.

"Oh?" Dihou said with a smile, "Can Leader Yuan recognize me? I'm really flattered."

In fact, the reason why Yuan Qi recognized Di Hou was very simple... because they were of the same age and were of the same generation in the world, they had met several times in the past during some major events in the martial arts world. But... at that time, Dihou was already a famous desert sword king, while Yuan Qi was still a nobody. Thus, the latter remembers the former, while the former does not even know that the latter exists.

"Ha! Hahahaha..." Yuan Qi laughed out loud after hearing Dihou's words.

Di Hou didn't know what he was laughing about, and the people watching this scene didn't know what he was laughing about either.

Only Yuan Qi himself understood how ironic and ridiculous the other party's words were...

"King Di Dao..." After laughing for a while, Yuan Qi's expression turned cold, "I remember... you were the leader of the Eight Swordsmen Association in the Desert before you escaped into the Burial Heart Valley?"

"Yes, I am." When Di Hou responded to this question, he was quite confused. He didn't understand why the other party would talk to him about unnecessary past events at this moment.

"Do you remember how many disciples you have under your sect?" Yuan Qi then asked.

"Five or six hundred people..." Di Hou responded casually, "Why do you ask this?"

"Can you tell me the names of twenty of them?" Yuan Qi asked again.

"Leader Yuan...what do you mean?" Dihou has decided not to answer these strange questions.

"You can't tell me." Yuan Qi said coldly, "But... you can tell me my name." He gestured around 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 the case 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 So much so that you ignore the nature of human beings." He paused, "That's why I laugh, I laugh at you like a group of blind people... blinder than real blind people."

"Leader Yuan, I'm sorry that someone in Di doesn't understand what you are talking about." Di Hou said, raising his sword, "I'm not here to listen to your pretense!"

"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 comes to die. If you want to come, just do it." bring it on!"

Needless to say, Dihou also came.

The Desert Sword King is by no means a wasted name. The eight-ringed sword in his hand is a unique weapon, tailor-made for Di Hou by a famous craftsman in the world.

This knife weighs more than forty pounds. A total of eight rings are embedded in the back of the knife, and the blade is like a shark's tooth, blowing and breaking hair.

In the past, countless celebrities in the world have died under this knife without leaving their bodies intact. It can be described as a shocking and ferocious weapon.

And Di Hou... is also a prodigy of the sword sect. He was born with supernatural powers since he was a child, and he could dance the eighty-pound Daguan sword at the age of twelve. He also had a very high level of understanding of sword techniques, and at a young age he had mastered the skills of various schools and developed his own style. At the age of fifteen, Di Hou became the youngest swordsman of the Desert Eight Swordsman Association (similar to the position of "cadre" among delinquents, you can figure out the specific class by yourself), and became the eighth swordsman at the age of twenty-eight. Under the leadership of the president, the limelight is unprecedented.

only. After the age of thirty, his swordsmanship reached a bottleneck and he practiced impatiently. He went crazy... and then he started killing innocent people everywhere and sacrificing the sword with the blood of masters. Soon he became a public enemy in the martial arts world and was forced to escape into the Heart Burial Valley.

Nearly twenty years later, he is now one of the most senior escapees in the valley. Di Hou has naturally broken through the bottleneck of the year. His current level of martial arts. Compared to the two owners of Wanxia Tower and Bafang Tower, who are both known as the martial arts duo, they are no less generous.

"drink--"

It was too late to say, but it was too soon, but when Dihou heard a loud shout, his figure had already flashed to the side of Yuan Qi, and the eight-ringed sword was slashed down like thunder.

His knife is heavy but very fast, so fast that the human eye can hardly see it.

However, Yuan Qi could see it.

Not only can I see it... I can see it clearly.

"Too slow. Too clumsy." This was Yuan Qi's comment to the other party, and it was also the last word Dihou heard.

The next second. Dihou's head left his body.

And his sword... struck the empty space.

Indeed, Di Hou is a first-class master. Among the people present, there may not be more than ten people who can catch this sword.

But in Yuan Qi's eyes, Di Hou's sword skills are far from good enough... From a martial arts perspective, Yuan Qi's cloth sword is "the ultimate in moves" plus "the ultimate in change". . As long as someone is still in the realm of "having moves", even if they train their internal strength to the same level as him, they can at most be on par with him. Someone like Di Hou, whose internal and external skills are far inferior to him, cannot be called an opponent at all...

"Coalition Leader Yuan's magical power is unparalleled!"

"Everyone, follow the leader and kill!"

The gang members standing nearby saw Yuan Qi killing Di Hou instantly, and they shouted out, which was a bit of a boost to the martial arts camp.

Yuan Qi did not disappoint his comrades. He immediately used a set of superb light skills and flew out like a swimming dragon, leaving behind all the corpses of people in the valley wherever he passed.

"Where..." In the chaotic battle situation, Yuan Qi's heart stopped. He was thinking while killing, "It is impossible for these people to raise the fog... there must be a 'special person' among them." , that person’s skill is already strong enough to guide the air flow, we must find him from the dark place..."

While he was thinking about it, he had killed dozens of people, more than the other gangs had killed combined. After the gap in numbers widened, the situation of confrontation between the two sides reversed.

There are still more than 200 martial arts people to fight, while there are only more than 30 masters of Heart Burial Valley left. In this way, no matter how advantageous the terrain is, it is useless.

The siege... turned into a counter-siege. Even if the people in the valley are highly skilled in martial arts, if one person is surrounded by five or six people and beaten... the result is self-evident.

In just one cup of tea, the Duanhun Gorge was already littered with corpses.

Blood falls like rain and disperses like mist, taking away the souls of the dead...

Seeing that the "ghosts" in the valley were about to be driven out, finally, the man who "raised" the light mist... appeared in people's sight.

"I didn't expect..." As soon as this man opened his mouth, he attracted everyone's attention, "...except for the King of Hell, there are people with such superb martial arts skills in the world."

It is also the sound transmission through internal force. Depending on the skill of the speaker, the effect will be different.

For example, Di Hou and Feng Er (who were the second ones to speak before the fight started, and who had already received their lunch boxes), when they used their internal power to transmit sounds, they spoke in a higher pitch, and their voices were also louder. In this way, "qi" "Only can the words be sent out so that people in the distance can hear them.

However, the tone and voice of the person speaking now sounded like an understatement; among the martial arts people present, only Yuan Qi could do this... The speaker's internal strength cultivation was evident. .

"Are you finally willing to show up?" Yuan Qi looked up and looked in the direction of the sound, 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.

After a while, some people in the crowd recognized him, which caused a panic.

"Devil...Demon..."

"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 seen this person.

Twelve years ago, Yuan Qi did meet a demon cult leader, but it was not the Du Ying in front of him.

That year, Liu Xiangru, the leader of the Demon Cult, believed that he had accomplished great feats and was invincible... so he launched a massive attack on various martial arts sects.

As we all know, the "righteous people" in the martial arts world have a habit, that is... when the situation is unfavorable, they can always find a reason. Justifiably, there are more people and fewer people. As for the reason, everyone knows it...

Of course, it doesn't hurt to say this classic line again here - there is no need to talk about moral principles in dealing with these evil heretics!

In short, that year... the demon sect 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 this man named Yuan came from... Although Yuan Qi was already recognized as a first-class master at that time, because he was too unknown in the past, no one knew about his martial arts. How high is the limit? It wasn't until he single-handedly killed Liu Xiangru... that the various martial arts factions realized that this person seemed to have been seriously underestimated in the past...

And that incident later became a key asset for Yuan Qi to become the leader of the martial arts alliance.

However, comparing Du Ying in front of him with Liu Xiangru... there is a huge difference.

In terms of seniority, Du Ying is Liu Xiangru's uncle, but he is a few years younger than Liu Xiangru, and he is only in his early sixties this year.

The Kung Fu that Liu Xiangru didn't master until he was forty-eight, Du Ying had already mastered when he was thirty... Even the few guardian elders in the Demon Sect didn't know how advanced his martial arts was after that.

Fortunately, although Du Ying is a martial arts prodigy, he doesn't like fighting. Therefore, during the years when he was the leader of the Demon Cult, the Demon Cult always maintained the style of "Don't offend others."

Until the age of forty-three, Du Ying was tired of the disputes within the church and angrily passed the position of leader to the ambitious Liu Xiangru. Then he walked away and no one could find him again.

I never expected that... today, this Du Ying would actually appear in the Heart Burial Valley.

"Alliance leader...he..." Ji Neng recognized this person, and he quickly took a few steps forward to remind Yuan Qi.

But Yuan Qi waved his hand and interrupted Lord Ji's words.

A few seconds later, Yuan Qi raised his head and used the exact same technique as Du Ying, using his internal power to transmit sound and replied: "Du Ying, I've heard about you. It's great that you are still alive." (To be continued.) )