Chapter 546: The Red Devil's First Appearance
"boom"
The explosion of the trace antimatter bomb created an energy shock wave in the ruins of Qianxing Tower, which blew the ruins at the feet of Shan Qiuming into pieces.
The body cultivator who was holding a sword and humming a song felt his feet slipping, but his body reacted immediately.
A spiritual force stopped him from falling headfirst, but the last piece of ruins in front of him collapsed completely, like a demolition site that was being torn down and rebuilt.
"Dry!"
Lao Shan turned around and cursed:
"What the hell are you two bastards doing? What if you crush that dandy boy to death? Can you please be more careful when seeking revenge?"
The body cultivators are feeling very excited at this moment.
Ever since his eldest sister Shan Qiuli was bullied by this playboy, he has been holding a grudge in his heart.
There are only two of them left in the Shan family, and now they are being bullied by others.
The feeling of not being able to take revenge was like a file, scraping back and forth in Lao Shan's heart.
It's almost become a mental demon.
He has already seen Fang Qingyun.
That little bastard was now crawling out of the rubble, covered in dust and dirt.
Fortunately, fortunately, he was not crushed to death.
A smile appeared on Shan Qiuming's face. He moved the wrist of his left hand holding the sword, and as soon as it touched the ground, he raised his left foot and chopped the ground hard.
The violent force that burst out from his well-tempered body slammed into the ground, and was delicately controlled by Lao Shan, like a shock ring, pushing outward from the ground with him as the center.
All the ruins within a radius of thirty feet were smashed to pieces, and the surrounding , creating a battle area like a stage.
The time for revenge has finally come, there has to be some sense of ritual.
"I don't remember provoking you?"
Fang Qingyun crossed his arms, gathered his spiritual power, and protected himself, trying hard to offset the huge force of the strong wind in front of him. After the surroundings were cleared, he put down his hands and saw Shan Qiuming walking towards him with a sword in hand.
This dandy boy is not afraid.
He had seen big scenes when he had caused trouble in the past.
He looked at his tattered red robe, raised his head and shouted to Shan Qiuming:
"Please remind me, who are you here for?"
"I am an evil cultivator."
Lao Shan raised his thumb, pointed at himself, and proudly stated his new identity. He then replied with a smile:
"Evil cultivators need a reason to kill people?"
"Most evil cultivators have reasons for killing people, fellow Daoist. They are just evil cultivators, not crazy people."
Fang Qingyun said in a strange tone:
"And when I meet those evil cultivators, I won't mention the name of evil cultivator. It's not something to be proud of. You must be here to cause trouble for me because of a woman.
Did I sleep with your wife? Or did I steal your childhood sweetheart? I have done this many times. If you don't tell me, I will die an unjust death.
Just consider it a favor. "
"Yeah?"
Lao Shan rubbed his chin and said:
"I don't have much contact with evil cultivators. You actually saw through my origins. This is really troublesome. It seems that I have to cut off your tongue first, then break your soul, and finally castrate you."
It seemed that Shan Qiuming had had enough of this strange conversation.
He stretched his neck and exerted force with his feet, but there was no sign of bricks and stones breaking. The violent force had now been mastered by Lao Shan to perfection, and he could control it freely. When it gathered together, the destructive power was even more powerful.
There was no need for any secret method of shrinking the earth, nor any spell to break the air. He just used brute force to push his body forward, disappeared in an instant, and appeared in front of Fang Qingyun a dozen feet like a flash.
The burning heavy sword in his hand did not swing violently, but stabbed straightly with a simple force, without leaking any strength, as smoothly as a swordfish parting the water, and stabbed silently towards Fang Qingyun's body.
The sword comes out silently, which makes its murderous intent more evident.
The protection that Young Master Fang had created with his spiritual power was like paper in front of the sword blade, and would shatter if it touched it.
But there was a strange flash in this guy's eyes, as if with some kind of expectation. Not only did he not retreat, but he rushed towards Lao Shan's sword.
"Ding ding ding ding"
Four crisp sounds rang out between Shan Qiuming's sword and Young Master Fang's heart.
Four cloud-patterned long swords that were extremely similar in shape, with only slightly different details, opened from four directions and overlapped in front of the murderous intent.
Four sword energies from the same source were superimposed on the sword blade, blocking the tip of Lao Shan's assassination sword at the intersection of the four swords. The high-speed vibration of the sword blade eliminated the brute force superimposed on the body cultivator's assassination sword.
It was like a sword stabbed into a quagmire.
The further you go, the more dispersed the force becomes.
"It's in the way!"
A deep disappointment suddenly flashed across the eyes of Fang Qingyun, who was seeking death .
This has happened so many times!
Every time he got into trouble and drew revenge from the monks, and was about to die, these four annoying guys who were responsible for protecting him would always show up at the right time and save his life.
So annoying!
Can’t you just make a mistake once and let me die easily?
Alas, the man in front of me looks fierce, but facing the combined attack of the Four Spirit Swords of Yunyue, it is estimated that it will be difficult to achieve results tonight.
People always say that it is easier to die than to live, but why is it the other way around when it comes to me...
"ha!"
At the moment when Young Master Fang was extremely disappointed, Lao Shan's tongue burst into spring thunder, his sword style was blocked, and he was unable to assassinate, so he immediately abandoned the sword.
His body was as nimble as an ape. He took a step forward, clenched his left fist, and unleashed a heavy blow that went straight back and forth, exploding with force in an instant, hitting the point where the four swords met in front of him.
The dragon roared and the tiger howled, and the power was added to his body, which was more than ten times heavier, and the annoying four swords were opened in an instant.
Under Young Master Fang's surprised gaze, he clenched his right hand into a claw, as shaped as lightning, and slapped Fang Qingyun's chest with one claw. In an instant, blood splattered everywhere, and Young Master Fang's tall and thin body was torn in half by this claw.
He also used the soul-breaking technique of the body cultivator. No matter what spiritual power he added to his body or what magic weapon he used to protect him, it was all useless.
"puff"
Fang Qingyun was hit by a claw and fell to the ground, spurting out a mouthful of blood, smearing his handsome face like a clown mask.
“It hurts so much!!!”
He covered his torn wound and rolled on the ground, howling in pain and shouting to Shan Qiuming whose fingers were dripping with blood:
"Quick! Give me another claw and kill me! Hahahaha, I have been causing trouble for ten years and finally I have waited for you. You are my nemesis and you must skin me alive.
Very good.
Come on! "
Faced with this invitation, Lao Shan stepped forward gladly, waved his left hand, and the rusty sword fell into his hand. Without saying much, he threw it casually, and a raging flame ignited.
He blocked the four sword slaves rushing towards him from all directions, then raised his left foot and struck down like a war hammer.
In the teeth-grinding blood and bone-crushing, Fang Qingyun's legs were crushed to pieces, almost into minced meat, and blood spurted everywhere like a waterfall.
Under normal circumstances, the Dharma body of a cultivator in the Spiritual Cultivation Realm has been completed. Even if it is far less powerful than that of a cultivator in the Body Cultivation Realm, it is not to this extent.
This level of delicacy can be seen at first glance as a realm forcibly raised with the use of magical medicines and treasures. It is like draining the pond to catch fish and forcing things to grow fast, resulting in the body she cultivates being of the lowest quality.
It's okay to use it to bully minor cultivators, but if you really encounter a fight with someone of the same level, I'm afraid you'll be cut down within a few rounds.
Such shoddy cultivators are often the favorite opponents of those powerful little cultivators who want to fight above their level and become famous.
“It hurts.”
Fang Qingyun's legs were crushed and his whole body was shaking with pain. He was now lying in a pool of blood, with pieces of flesh from his broken body all over the ground.
They looked like pigs in a slaughterhouse waiting to be slaughtered.
His eyes were bloodshot, and it was obvious that he was in extreme pain, but there was still a twisted smile on his twitching cheeks, and it seemed that he did not regard the pain in front of him as a torture.
"Please, hurry up!"
He said in a hoarse voice:
"Kill me before the eighteen spirit sword immortals under the old immortal arrive. Those sword slaves must have set out by now. With the speed of flying swords, they will arrive in an incense stick.
Come.
Punch me in the head."
"I'm busy. I don't have time. Just suffer a little more!"
Lao Shan also wanted to go up and punch him again, but he was entangled by four sword slaves who were rushing towards him at the risk of their lives. These four guys were probably sent by Fang Lu specifically to protect Young Master Fang.
His sword moves are strange and don't seem to have much killing power.
But the combined attack of the Four Spirit Swords, which came from the same source, was able to dissolve Lao Shan's brute force, making it as if he were wrapped around a three-foot-long finger as softly as a feather. With the sword net spread out, they fought back and forth, and finally trapped Shan Qiu Ming in it.
Like a bug caught in a spider web, it cannot be hurt.
But it is not so easy to break the entangled sword moves.
Lao Shan threw a few punches forward, and seeing that his powerful punches were neutralized, he knew that these four sword slaves were also tough opponents.
Each of them has a weak aura, and looks to be between the level of Cunzhen and Xiushen, but when they join hands, they can trap opponents with cultivation levels far higher than theirs.
But they have their own tricks, doesn’t Laoshan have any too?
The next moment, divine martial arts emerged, and he sacrificed his life to fight!
He sacrificed six points of his life right from the start, which instantly doubled Lao Shan's strength and speed. The blood energy lingered around his body, and he was blessed with the ability to pollute spiritual objects with blood energy.
As the sky and earth changed color with angry dragons turning over and tigers roaring, he punched forward with both hands, completing a set of deadly sonic punches in one breath.
"Snap"
Lao Shan retracted his attack expressionlessly and took a step forward.
The four sword slaves, who were free and easy, were surrounded by a sea of clouds and their bodies exploded at the same time, as if they had suicide bombs hidden in their bodies. In Lao Shan's ultimate move, their blood and bones were shattered and exploded, just like a butcher cutting up an ox.
Only four bloody bones were left smashing to the ground.
The four spiritual swords that had lost their sword slaves also fell into a pool of blood with a clang.
"My name is Red Devil, and I am an evil cultivator from the West Sea."
Shan Qiuming squatted down and looked at Fang Qingyun, who was waiting to die with his eyes closed. He stretched out his finger and tapped Fang Qingyun's bloodstained forehead, saying:
"If you want to die with a clear conscience, then I will fulfill your wish. Do you still remember Shan Qiuli from Tongtianfang?"
"Ha! So that's it."
Master Fang grinned and said:
"I knew that if you offend the fairy from Tongtianfang, you will definitely end up in a bad situation. This young master really made the right bet. The fairy Qiuli is indeed a beautiful lady, and she is also virtuous and gentle. She is a perfect match for me.
It’s a pity that I, a jerk, am not worthy of her.
If there is an afterlife, I will definitely learn to behave like those gentlemen, be a good person, and then go there to wait for the fairies to accompany me and live a carefree life."
"No, no, no, you misunderstood."
Lao Shan's fingers moved slightly and pressed down on Fang Qingyun's forehead. The movement looked gentle, but it was actually due to brute force, causing the fingertips to break into the flesh and touch the skull.
"I hate Shan Qiuli. She always likes to point fingers at me and always wants to act like an elder sister and teach me a lesson.
I am a rotten person, just like you.
I did a lot of ridiculous things when I was young.
But you remembered it!
In this world, I am the only one who can bully that annoying Shan Qiuli. If anyone dares to raise a finger towards her, I will never let them go."
"puff"
Those who practice physical training wield their fingers like guns.
As his wrist moved, he broke into the spiritual bone with his finger, causing Fang Qingyun's head to explode. Red and white liquid scattered everywhere, polluting a large area of the ground behind him beyond recognition.
But Toufu Zha is still cultivating the divine realm, and his primordial spirit has been born. The moment his body was destroyed, Fang Qingyun's primordial spirit escaped from the sea of consciousness.
Logically, the secret technique should be used now to send the soul to a safe place.
But Young Master Fang refused to follow the usual path. Even after his soul jumped out of his flesh and blood, he refused to leave. He just stayed there stupidly, waiting for Lao Shan to capture him and then grind him to ashes.
"How sensible."
Shan Qiu Ming grinned, took out a blood-red jade seal from his ring, and fiercely pressed it on Young Master Fang's soul, storing it inside and erasing his spiritual consciousness.
This process takes some time, mainly because the body cultivator does not practice spells and lacks the ability to attack the soul.
We need to use this kind of magic weapon to do it.
"you!"
After completing his revenge, Lao Shan stood up with a refreshed look on his face. He put a cigar in his mouth and shouted to Dong Xiaorou who was being helped up by Su:
"Your master sent... ahem, asked me, Lord Red Devil, to rescue you, but that man is a big bad guy, you know? Remember to stay away from him in the future. Don't look at me as an evil cultivator who does all kinds of evil.
But your master is a hundred times worse than me."
