The mist rose rapidly, and the murderous intent filled the air.
In the Broken Soul Gorge, there was a rain of blood.
The 'ghosts' in the gorge and the 'people' in the gorge began to fight after a short confrontation.
At this time, although the martial artists had suffered more than a hundred casualties, there were still nearly three hundred of them left. On the other hand, there were only slightly more than a hundred exiles in Buried Heart Valley. At first glance, it seemed that the former was more advantageous.
However, the number of people was not the most important factor in determining the outcome of the battle. This was because this was a 'martial arts battle', not a battle between armies.
If this was a battle between armies, the factors that determined the outcome of the battle would be the number of people, the formation, the quality of the soldiers, the terrain, and the use of crossbows and firearms.
However, in a martial arts battle, these factors were of little value.
The sect leaders and disciples of the various sects were not well-trained soldiers. Although in terms of individual combat ability, they were definitely much stronger than ordinary soldiers, but they were divided into dozens of factions, each fighting for themselves. Moreover, they had almost no ability to coordinate with each other … Not to mention people from different sects, even within the same sect, there might not be many people who could coordinate with each other.
To put it simply, each of them had their own trumpet, and each of them had their own tune.
On the other hand, although the 'ghosts' under King Yanluo's command were not very cooperative, they had a great advantage in terms of terrain. They were surrounded from top to bottom, and naturally, they could fight with twice the result with half the effort. In addition, their martial arts were top-notch, so it was natural for them to gain the upper hand.
Soon, dozens of cannon fodders from the various sects were killed in the encirclement. On the other hand, only a few of the experts from Buried Heart Valley suffered minor injuries.
However, as soon as Yuan Qi made his move … the situation changed instantly.
Alliance Master Yuan dashed out. With a flick of his wrist, the sword in his hand immediately shot out like a living thing.
This sword was a soft sword. To be more precise, it was a 'cloth sword'.
Cloth, it was an ordinary cloth.
He was an extraordinary person.
Before the age of thirty, Yuan Qi did not know how to use a sword. In fact, he did not know how to use any kind of weapon at that time.
But after the age of thirty, his body had the power of Profound Arts … Once he had this kind of near-perfect inner strength as a foundation, no matter what kind of weapon or move he practiced … it would all be at his fingertips, advancing a thousand miles in a day.
Therefore, Yuan Qi, who was thirty years old, learned many martial arts and gradually became proficient in all eighteen types of weapons. There were some martial arts that he could make stronger than someone who had trained for many years just by looking at it once.
After the age of forty, Alliance Master Yuan rarely used weapons anymore. The only weapon that was always by his side was this cloth sword that was embedded in his belt ….
There was a saying, "A sharp sword is unintentional, but a flexible sword is unpredictable". Under the control of Yuan Qi's unfathomable inner energy … the flexible sword was sometimes as fierce as a dragon, sometimes as cunning as a snake, sometimes as vicious as a flood dragon, and sometimes as strong as a python.
In the blink of an eye, nearly ten people had already died under his sword, and every single one of them had been struck in the neck with a single strike … Their heads had been separated from their bodies.
"Hmph …" At this moment, a cold snort was heard, followed by a burly figure. "I've heard that Alliance Master Yuan's skills are unparalleled in the world. Now that I've seen you today, you are indeed extraordinary."
The person who spoke was a burly man with a curly beard. His figure was like an arhat, and he held an eight-ringed broadsword in his hand. Listening to his voice … there was no doubt that he was the first person who had shouted using his inner energy not long ago.
"Great Desert Saber King … Di Hou." Yuan Qi stared at him and spoke in a deep voice.
"Oh?" Di Hou smiled. "Alliance Master Yuan actually recognizes me? I'm really flattered. "
Actually, the reason why Yuan Qi recognized Di Hou was very simple … Because they were of similar age and belonged to the same generation in the Jianghu, they had met several times in the Jianghu. However … at that time, Di Hou was already the Great Desert Saber King whose name shook the Jianghu, and Yuan Qi was still a nobody. Therefore, the latter remembered the former, and the former didn't even know of the latter's existence.
"Ha! Hahahaha … "Yuan Qi heard Di Hou's words and laughed out loud.
Di Hou didn't know what he was laughing about, and the people who saw this scene didn't know what he was laughing about either.
Only Yuan Qi himself knew how ironic and ridiculous the other party's words were …
"Saber King Di …" After laughing for a while, Yuan Qi's expression turned cold. "I remember … before you escaped to Buried Heart Valley, you were the commander of the Great Desert Eight Saber Association?"
"That's right, I was." When Di Hou answered this question, he was somewhat puzzled. He didn't understand why Yuan Qi would talk about the past with him at this time.
"Do you remember how many disciples you had under you?" Yuan Qi continued to ask.
"About five to six hundred …" Di Hou answered casually. "Why are you asking this?"
"Can you tell me the names of twenty of them?" Yuan Qi asked again.
"Alliance Master Yuan … What do you mean by this?" Di Hou decided not to answer these strange questions.
"You can't," Yuan Qi said coldly. "But … you can say my name." He looked around him. "And the names of all the first-rate experts here."
Di Hou was silent. He wanted to hear what Yuan Qi had to say.
"Everyone in the world is like that. You never remember those mediocre people because all you see is fame, martial arts, looks …" Yuan Qi seemed a little agitated when he said this. "Your eyes can only see those things, so much so that you've neglected 'people' themselves." He paused. "That's why I'm laughing. I'm laughing because you're like a bunch of blind people … You're even more blind than a real blind person."
"Alliance Master Yuan, forgive me for not understanding what you're saying," Di Hou said as he raised his saber. "I'm not here to listen to your deliberately mystifying words!"
"That's true …" Yuan Qi closed his eyes. "People like you won't understand …" He raised the cloth sword in his hand. "You're just here to die. If you want to come, then come!"
Di Hou had come without him saying anything.
The Great Desert Saber King lived up to his name. The eight-ringed saber in his hand was a unique weapon that had been custom-made by a famous craftsman.
The saber weighed more than 40 kilograms. There were eight rings on the back of the saber, and the blade was like a shark's teeth.
In the past, countless famous martial artists had died without a complete corpse under this saber. It was enough to be called a terrifying weapon.
As for Di Hou … he was also a genius of the Saber Sect. He was born with superhuman strength. At the age of 12, he could wield a 40-kilogram glaive. He also had a high understanding of saber techniques. At a young age, he had mastered all the techniques and formed his own path. At the age of 15, Di Hou became the youngest saber wielder of the Great Desert Eight Saber Association (similar to the position of a "cadre" among delinquents. You can imagine the exact rank for yourself). At the age of 28, he became the chief of the Eight Sabers.
However, at the age of 30, he encountered a bottleneck in his saber technique. Under impatient practice, he went berserk … After that, he began to kill innocent people and sacrificed the blood of experts to his saber. Not long after, he became the public enemy of the martial arts world and was forced to escape to Buried Heart Valley.
Almost 20 years had passed. As one of the most experienced escapees in the valley, Di Hou had naturally broken through his bottleneck. His current martial arts realm was comparable to the two masters of the martial arts world, Thousand Dawn Spire and Octagon Spire.
"Hah —"
In the blink of an eye, Di Hou's figure flashed to Yuan Qi's side with a shout. His eight-ringed saber slashed down like a bolt of lightning.
His saber was heavy, but it was fast. It was so fast that it was almost invisible to the naked eye.
However, Yuan Qi could see it.
Not only could he see it … he could see it very clearly.
"Too slow, too clumsy." This was Yuan Qi's evaluation of his opponent. It was also the last sentence Di Hou heard.
In the next second, Di Hou's head left his body.
And his saber … hit empty air.
Indeed, Di Hou was a first-rate expert. Among the people present, there were probably no more than 10 who could withstand his saber.
However, in Yuan Qi's eyes, Di Hou's saber technique was far from perfect … From the perspective of martial arts realm, Yuan Qi's saber technique was on top of the "ultimate move" and "ultimate transformation". As long as one was still under the "ultimate move" realm, even if they trained their inner strength to the same level as Yuan Qi, they would at most be able to fight evenly with him. For someone like Di Hou, whose inner and outer strength were much weaker than his, he could not be considered an opponent at all …
"Alliance Master Yuan's skills are unparalleled!"
"Everyone, follow Alliance Master and kill!"
The people from the nearby gangs saw Yuan Qi kill Di Hou in seconds and took advantage of the opportunity to shout, boosting the morale of the Wulin faction.
Yuan Qi did not disappoint his comrades. He immediately displayed a set of superb qinggong and flew out like a dragon. Wherever he went … the corpses of the people in the valley would be left behind.
"Where is he …" Yuan Yu's heart was as calm as still water amidst the chaos of battle. As he slaughtered, he pondered, "It's impossible for these people to raise the fog … There must be a 'special person' among them. That person's skill is so strong that he can guide the air current. I have to find him from the shadows …"
While he was thinking, he had already killed dozens of people, which was more than the total number of people killed by the other gangs. After the difference in numbers was widened, the situation of the battle between the two sides was reversed.
The Wulin members still had more than 200 people who could fight, while Buried Heart Valley only had about 30 people left. In this way, no matter how advantageous the terrain was, it was useless.
The encirclement … had evolved into a counter-encirclement. Even if the people in the valley were skilled in martial arts, when one person was surrounded by five or six people … the result was self-evident.
In the time it took to drink a cup of tea, the Death Valley was already littered with corpses.
Blood fell like rain and dispersed like fog, taking away the souls of the dead …
Just as the 'ghosts' in the valley were about to be wiped out, the person who had 'raised' the fog … finally appeared in everyone's sight.
"I didn't expect …" This person's voice attracted everyone's attention as soon as he opened his mouth. "… to think there's someone with such superb martial arts in the world other than the King of Hell."
Although it was the same internal energy transmission, the effect was different depending on the speaker's skills.
For example, Di Hou and Feng Er, who were the second to speak before the battle, had already taken their lunchbox by now. When they used their internal energy to transmit their voices, their pitch was higher and their voices were louder. This way, their 'qi' could carry their words out and let the people in the distance hear them.
However, the speaker's tone and voice sounded casual. Among the Wulin members present, Yuan Qi was the only one who could do this. It was obvious that the speaker's internal energy cultivation was very high.
"Finally, you're willing to show yourself?" Yuan Qi raised his head and looked in the direction of the voice. It was on top of a mountain a hundred meters away.
At this moment, an ordinary-looking old man dressed like a farmer was standing there with his hands behind his back.
It wasn't long before some people in the crowd recognized him, and this caused a wave of panic to arise.
"Mo … Mo … Mo …"
"It's him! He's not dead yet? "
"The former leader of the Demon Sect … Du Ying …"
Yuan Qi knew this name, but he had never seen this person before.
Twelve years ago, Yuan Qi had seen a leader of the Demon Sect, but it was not Du Ying.
That year, the leader of the Demon Sect, Liu Xiangru, thought that he had achieved great success in martial arts and was invincible in the world. Therefore, he launched a large-scale attack on all the Wulin sects.
As everyone knew, the 'righteous' people in the martial arts world had a habit, and that was … when the situation was unfavorable to them, they would always find a reason to outnumber them and beat them up. As for the reason, everyone was well aware of it …
Of course, there was no harm in repeating this classic line here. When dealing with these evil people, there was no need to talk about justice in Wulin!
In short, that year … the Demon Sect was wiped out. And the biggest hero in this event, you guessed it right … was Yuan Qi.
Liu Xiangru did not know where this guy with the surname Yuan came from. Although Yuan Qi was recognized as a first-class master at that time, he was too unknown in the past, so no one knew the limit of his martial arts. It was not until he single-handedly killed Liu Xiangru that the Wulin sects realized that this person seemed to have been seriously underestimated …
And that event became the key factor for Yuan Qi to become the chief of the Wulin Alliance.
However, if he were to compare Du Ying to Liu Xiangru … the difference was like night and day.
According to seniority, Du Ying was Liu Xiangru's uncle, but he was a few years younger than Liu Xiangru. He was only in his early sixties.
Liu Xiangru practiced the martial arts until he was 48 years old, but Du Ying had mastered it when he was 30 years old. After that, even the guardians of the Demon Sect did not know how powerful his martial arts were.
Fortunately, although Du Ying was a martial arts genius, he did not like to fight. Therefore, when he was the chief of the Demon Sect, the Demon Sect had always maintained the style of not offending people if they did not offend them.
When he was 43 years old, Du Ying was tired of the disputes in the sect, so he angrily passed the position of the chief to the ambitious Liu Xiangru. Then he left in a huff, and no one could find him since then.
Who would have thought that Du Ying would actually appear in Heartgrave Valley on this very day?
"Chief … he …" Ji Neng recognized this person. He hurried forward, wanting to warn Yuan Qi.
But Yuan Qi waved his hand, interrupting Tower Master Ji.
A few seconds later, Yuan Qi raised his head, and used the same method as Du Ying, to send a message with his internal strength. "Du Ying, I have heard of you. It's great that you are still alive."
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