"Shi Zhixuan?" Liu Bingli recalled the masters of various sects in her mind, but she couldn't think of any memory related to Shi Zhixuan. She looked at the innocent young man in scarlet clothes in front of her. She only felt that his appearance was indescribably attractive.
"Shi Zhixuan." The young man in scarlet clothes said in a certain tone, "He has inherited the two great martial arts of the Demonic School, the Sect of Flowers and the Sect of Heaven. He also created the Immortal Pressing Art based on the Buddhist doctrine that there is no place on this shore, no place on the other shore, and no place in between.
This set of martial arts fuses martial arts and illusions. It is as ethereal as a ghost and as agile as a bird.
As the saying goes, 'Life is the extremity of death, and death is the extremity of life'. This martial art is able to utilize the rapid conversion of life and death Qi to borrow and transform energy, transforming the Death Qi of others into Life Qi to recover one's own Qi and blood. It is a technique that allows one's Life Qi to grow and multiply endlessly.
The more Liu Bingli listened to the young man in scarlet clothes, the more astonished she was. Although she was an outstanding disciple of the Heavenly Palace, one of the seven great sects in Jianghu, she had never heard of such a mysterious and profound martial art.
"Is there really such a terrifying martial art in the world? Why have I never heard of it? " Liu Bingli stared at the young man in scarlet clothes in front of her and asked, "Who are you? Why do you know all this?"
"What's so difficult about knowing all this?" The young man in scarlet clothes smiled and said, "In this world, whether it is martial arts, secret Taoist techniques, astronomy, geography, medicine, divination, or astrology, I know all of them. I know a little about them. "
"Pfff …" A big man on the side suddenly laughed. He pointed at the young man in scarlet clothes and scolded jokingly, "What an ignorant child. If you really know everything from astronomy to geography, then wouldn't I also be well-versed in literature and martial arts, with both talent and appearance?"
In his eyes, it was just a joke. The young man in scarlet clothes also laughed. "What an arrogant big man …" But as the sound of his laughter traveled, he saw his body scurry back to the chair. A drop of blood slowly spread out on the big man's forehead, and his whole body seemed to fall backward.
The young man in scarlet clothes said coldly, "You think you can compete with me?"
"Murder!" A scream rose, and the martial artists in the area immediately stood up. Liu Bingli also looked in disbelief at the charming face of the boy in red who was still smiling sweetly as if he had not attacked at all. She said in disbelief, "You … How can you kill people as you please?"
"So what if I killed him? It's like a cat catching a mouse, an eagle catching a chick, and a tiger eating a lamb. Do I have to explain everything to you?"
Seeing the calm smile of the scarlet-clothed youth, Liu Bing Li felt that the other party's smile was like that of a demon from hell.
On the other side, the people of the pugilistic world in the surroundings had all turned their gazes over, especially the friends of the dead men. All of them drew the long sabers at their waists and walked toward the young man in red with ferocious looks.
The few people who had just hosted the gathering also looked over. One of them was an old man with a stocky build and white hair. He was the number one expert in Jiqing City's imperial court, Lin Bao, who used to be known as the Cloud-piercing Kick.
"What happened?"
The servant next to him said, "He seems to have killed someone …"
As he spoke, five to six burly men flew up. A young man dressed in red seemed to be dancing as he moved among the burly men. As he slapped out with his palms, he had already used seven different movement techniques and four different fist and palm techniques consecutively. He beat up a few burly men until their internal organs were completely destroyed, and they died in midair.
"Little b * stard," Lin Bao bellowed, "How dare you commit murder here?!" As he spoke, he dashed out with a stride. He raised his right leg high up and sent it smashing down toward the young man in scarlet clothes in the style of a tomahawk.
Before the kick landed, a suffocating feeling gushed forth. Even though the martial artists in the surroundings were not the main target of the attack, they had no choice but to retreat quickly with their faces turning purple.
'As expected of the central plains, to be able to meet a Human Physiognomy expert so easily.' The young man in scarlet clothes did not panic. His legs moved continuously, and he had already changed over ten different movement techniques. To think that Lin Bao, who had been attacking continuously, could not catch up to him.
'How is this possible?' Lin Bao was shocked. 'I've been practicing the Cloud-piercing Kick for forty years, but I'm still not as fast as this young man!'
The two of them fought with speed. In the blink of an eye, the two of them had arrived at the wall. The young man in scarlet clothes leaped five meters high and crossed over the wall.
"Everyone, a disaster is imminent. I won't accompany you. Hahahaha."
Lin Bao could not jump five meters high, so he could only sprint and climb up the wall. However, he realized that the young man in scarlet clothes was nowhere to be seen.
"What a vicious young man. The experts from the Nine Dragons Sect were all killed in one hit."
"He couldn't even catch up to Old Master Lin. Which sect is this young man from?"
The other two experts present, Flying Sword He Zhigao and Fist Tyrant Gao Hu, looked at Lin Bao. The latter shook his head, indicating that he had no clue either.
As the three strongest Human Physiognomy experts present, their martial arts, connections, and knowledge were all top-notch. However, they could not tell where the young man came from or who he was.
The crowd discussed the young man and the massacre, but none of them had a clue. Liu Bingli's mind was still filled with the image of the young man's devilish smile. It was like a deep imprint that could not be erased.
At this moment, Tyrant Fist Gao Hu suddenly let out an earth-shattering scream. A translucent palm that seemed to contain boundless magical power was gently pressing down on his chest, causing his chest to cave in. He spat out large mouthfuls of blood as his entire body crashed through the wooden planks with a bang and flew out.
In a single strike, he had killed one of the three experts present, but the man seemed to be unaware of it. His figure was straight and tall, and there were specks of white on his temples, but he was still handsome and had an indescribable strange temperament.
His eyes were as cold as ice, devoid of any human emotions. He stood there like the God of Death.
"Who are you?" Lin Bao and Flying Sword He Zhigao looked at the young man in front of them as if they were facing a great enemy. Even if it was a sneak attack, he was definitely an expert among experts to be able to kill Gao Hu with a single hit.
The young man's gaze was cold and emotionless. He said calmly, "Haven't you been looking for me?" After saying that, before the two of them could answer, everyone only felt a blur in front of their eyes. The man had already rushed to within two meters of He Zhigao. His crystal clear hands changed into an elusive and mysterious move.
Regardless of whether it was the speed of his moves or the speed of his movements, he was like a ghost, causing everyone to break out in cold sweat in broad daylight.
One turned into two, two turned into four, and four turned into eight. In the chaotic battle, the young man's silhouettes became more and more numerous. They turned into countless black shadows and fought with everyone present. It looked as if the door to the underworld had been opened, and thousands of ghosts rushed out to wreak havoc in the human world.
However, in Liu Bingli's eyes, when the countless experts attacked the man, they collided with each other under the control of a strange mental power. Even Lin Bao and He Zhigao, who were surrounding the man, were affected by the other party's mental power. From time to time, they would attack the other party and the people around them.
In a short while, the ground was covered with corpses, but the young man with the cold eyes was still calm as if he did not use any strength at all.
"Evil King Shi Zhixuan?" Liu Bingli was shocked. "Is this the Immortal Pressing Art?"
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