One hammer blow kills Ren Wudi
Before his death, Geng Huogun probably never imagined that he would be beaten to death by Ye Feng.
"Those ants dare to bark at me?"
From beginning to end, Ye Feng never gave Geng Huogun a proper look, as if he were smashing a bunch of ants.
Ye Feng brandished the blood-stained iron hammer in his hand and strode towards Ren Wudi.
"Old man, I heard you've been looking for me everywhere."
That old bastard is also Yan Song's loyal lackey.
Back on Youming Island, he once joined forces with Zhao Tianding to severely injure Hong Qianjiao and the old weasel.
Seventh Senior Sister Jiang Yinuo transmitted a message to him from behind, telling him that this was the person who planned to kidnap Ouyang Luoxue in Haidong.
If we don't kill him, it would be against all reason and justice.
"Ye Feng, don't be so presumptuous! The Grand Tutor will not let you get away with this..."
Ren Wudi was so frightened that he forgot all about his image as a master and fled in a sorry state, carrying his huge tombstone.
puff!
Ye Feng was powerful and domineering. With a swift swing of his hammer, he smashed him into a pulp.
Even the gruesome death tombstone behind him was smashed to pieces.
Ye Feng spared no one from the remaining group of Yan Song's lackeys and henchmen, smashing them all to death.
Deep craters were smashed into the ground all around, stained with blood.
At this time.
Dongfang Sheng continued writing furiously, quickly finishing the entire eulogy.
The characters on the stele are neat and meticulous, and the connection between the strokes is strictly regulated.
He did not use the elegant running script.
They didn't choose the scribbles-like cursive script either.
These two fonts are too cursive and superficial, failing to convey the profound respect for the heroic spirits.
He wrote in regular script, with straight horizontal and vertical strokes, each stroke powerful and vigorous, exuding a grand and majestic air.
The full text is as follows:
Hardships and misfortunes began with the first classic text, and the war left only desolation around the stars.
The land is shattered, like drifting catkins in the wind; one's fate is adrift, like duckweed battered by rain.
Fearful on the beach of Huang Kong, lonely in the Ling Ding Ocean.
Since ancient times, who has ever escaped death? Let my loyal heart shine in history.
The entire eulogy borrows from ancient poems to highlight the passionate patriotism of the warriors of the Great Xia Dynasty, as well as their noble character and willingness to die for their cause.
There is also a kind of iron-blooded domineering spirit of "I am the only one who can do it" and "I will sacrifice my life for righteousness".
At this moment, the souls of many heroes merged into the stone tablet.
A surge of heroic spirit soared into the sky, eclipsing the heavens and stirring the winds and clouds.
Its power can swallow the eight directions and sweep across the six realms.
This is the most tragic and majestic spirit between heaven and earth, just like the towering Kunlun Mountains, which become the backbone of heaven and earth.
The crowd stood solemnly before the tombstone in silent tribute.
Dongfang Sheng seemed to have gained some understanding of his own path.
He seemed to merge into this aura, and an inexplicable charm appeared on his body.
It blends seamlessly into the entire poem.
Each word he wrote seemed to be a battlefield in itself, depicting the smoke of war and the neighing of warhorses.
Sword energy, like frost, pierced the sky.
He looked up to the sky and roared, his heart filled with fierce passion.
At this moment, Dongfang Sheng has perfectly integrated calligraphy and martial arts, and his cultivation has improved significantly.
Although it is only a prototype, there is no denying that he will go further and further down this path.
The potential for future achievements is immeasurable.
Ye Feng was also pleased for him.
on site.
Many people wept uncontrollably, bowing silently before the tombstone to express their deep sorrow and profound remembrance for the martyrs.
The scene was filled with grief.
Behind them, even the 20,000 armored warriors who had followed Geng Huogun put down their weapons, bowed silently before the tombstone, and paid their highest respects.
Ye Feng didn't make things difficult for them and let them leave.
Surprisingly, Old Luo didn't go to sweep the streets at the city gate today. Instead, he stood shakily at the back of the crowd, leaning on his broken broom and carrying a dilapidated iron pot on his back, a tear stain on his aged face.
He seemed to be thinking of his old comrades who fought alongside him on the battlefield and risked their lives in his youth.
That evening.
Ye Feng instructed Zhang Dabiao to build an altar next to the Monument to the Nameless Heroes.
He was going to perform a ritual to summon the souls of the fallen warriors.
At the same time, a spirit-gathering array was set up to gather spiritual energy from all directions and nourish the souls of these martial artists.
That evening.
Dark clouds obscure the sky.
In addition to offerings, twenty-eight bronze lamps were lit on the altar, corresponding to the twenty-eight constellations in the sky.
By borrowing the pure Yin power of the stars and drawing upon the Yin and Nether power from the depths of the earth, the souls of the dead are summoned and a magic array is constructed to prevent their dissipation.
Alternatively, one could rest in peace in the Xuelong River, where the extremely yin and evil energy would ensure that the soul does not dissipate.
But they must endure the pain of ice day and night and cannot enter the cycle of reincarnation.
To defend the Great Xia, one can imagine the hardships those martyrs endured that are unimaginable to ordinary people.
Even if they were to die in battle, they never considered giving up.
Even if it means not entering the cycle of reincarnation.
"Soul, come!"
Ye Feng sat cross-legged in the center of the altar, his long hair flowing over his shoulders, surrounded by spiritual light that transformed into soul-summoning banners, borrowing the power of the underworld.
There were many powerful protectors all around.
Jiang Yinuo, Liu Shiru, and Huang Fengyi, the three sisters, sat cross-legged around the magic array, personally protecting Ye Feng.
Old Luo Guozi, holding a broken broom, was sweeping the fallen leaves around the magic circle.
Falling leaves swirled around him, seemingly ready to sweep away his paper-thin figure at any moment.
Zhang Dabiao, Black Snake, Dongfang Sheng, Qin Ming, and other Blood Mist Sect experts were also present.
He also released the many heroic souls from the storage space and channeled them into the spirit-gathering array.
These heroic warriors nodded gratefully to Ye Feng.
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