123 True and False Buddhas
The shirtless burly man chuckled.
He Chen charged forward in an instant.
The overwhelming sword energy almost blocked out the sky. Countless sword lights seemed to descend from the sky, and with unparalleled speed, a single slash was unleashed before anyone could react.
Then his head fell to the ground. The shirtless giant, his head flying through the air, still wore the lewd smile he had just worn.
Who am I? Where am I? How do I fly in the sky?
With a single stride, his broadsword swept across the sky, slashing down upon the bandits with the force of a mountain collapsing, a blow as powerful as splitting a mountain in two. Before the crowd could react in astonishment, five more large heads rolled to the ground.
Blood rained down from the sky, spraying incessantly.
His mind was a mix of calm and ruthlessness, as if killing was the only thing that mattered at that moment.
The speed at which the sword was drawn was lightning fast. The overwhelming sword intent made the night seem even colder.
It felt like the dead of winter. An iceberg that had never melted. It gave me goosebumps all over.
Wherever it went, it cleaved people in half; with a horizontal slash of the broadsword, heads flew off. The flashes of the blade were like fireworks, bursting into countless bursts of light.
A large number of them fell instantly. He flew through the air and arrived beside the archers.
With a swift slash, he cut the man, armor and all, in two. Then, with another crescent-shaped slash, three heads fell to the ground.
They found that there were only a few dozen people left in the area.
Meanwhile, the bandits from afar finally arrived. They had all sorts of weapons, including knives, spears, and clubs.
The dozens of people watching were terrified. This wasn't murder; it was like killing a chicken.
He killed hundreds in one night, leaving thousands terrified and too afraid to even breathe, as they were preparing to flee.
Then I saw another hundred or two people coming from behind.
The one in the lead was indeed the second son of the Huang family.
The second son of the Huang family was really enjoying his meal. You have to admit, even with the strength of these mountain bandits, eating meat and drinking wine with gusto, it was quite a unique experience.
Just as they were getting into the swing of things, they suddenly heard someone trying to break into the stronghold. They found it strange, but didn't pay much attention, thinking they would deal with it soon.
But unexpectedly, the fight dragged on and on. Something felt off. Just as I was about to seize the opportunity to escape, I ran into a large group coming from the opposite direction. So I was swept along and brought along. As we walked, I don't know how, but I ended up being the leader.
But being surrounded by hundreds of people was a truly novel and exhilarating feeling! No wonder everyone wants to be a bandit. It's really something else.
At that moment, I was still incredibly excited. I quickly arrived at the scene of the fight. What I saw there was appalling. Blood was flowing everywhere. Heads were scattered on the ground, severed in the waist, heads separated. There were probably dozens of people lying on the ground, not hundreds.
Although I've killed quite a few people before, this is the first time I've seen so many dead bodies. A chill ran down my spine.
At this point, neither advancing nor retreating seemed feasible. They were momentarily stunned.
He Chen had no time to wait. With the agility of a dragon, he lunged forward!
The dozens of men in front of the second-in-command of the royal family had just taken up arms to resist. In their stunned silence, they saw their heads roll. They regretted not having had time to escape.
The second son of the Huang family also felt the situation was tricky. However, he wanted to distance himself from the problem.
"Young hero, I am not one of those bandits. I am merely passing by."
He Chen ignored it, didn't listen carefully. Since they came together, killing them was the right thing to do.
The sky was filled with the dazzling light of swords, which, when reflected in the moonlight, resembled a rain of blades.
When the second son of the Huang family saw that even he was being attacked, he hardened his heart and drew his double maces.
He leaped into the air, swinging his maces left and right, trying to make it impossible for He Chen to figure out which side he was going to hit.
He Chen laughed loudly, "Well done," and then neither dodged nor avoided.
He leaped into the air, raised his gentleman's knife high, and swung it down at the head of the second royal prince.
The second prince chuckled. One hand prepared to cleave the gentleman's knife, while the other thrust straight at his chest. The force was terrifying. He thought to himself, 'My strength is the greatest. You're courting death!'
He Chen didn't think much of it, didn't care. He went all out. One move was a life-or-death struggle. In the clash of blade and mace, the mace was cut in two, severed in the middle. The momentum of the blade didn't diminish at all, the trajectory didn't change in the slightest, falling from the sky, straight down, neatly and symmetrically, cutting in two.
The other mace pierced straight at his chest, producing a ringing sound. It could not advance an inch.
The second son of the Huang family stared in disbelief and terror. His mouth opened and closed frantically, but no sound came out. Blood gushed forth, instantly drenching He Chen. The sky was shrouded in a bloody rain.
The bandits below were so frightened that their mouths were agape, their expressions frozen in shock.
Then someone shouted, "Ah, run! Run!"
They started running away instantly. You pushed me, I pushed you. They wished their parents had four more legs. Many people fell to the ground between you and my brother.
The roc spread its wings and then gave chase.
The group fled in the direction of Black Wind Chieftain. At this moment, Black Wind Chieftain could soothe their fear. Naturally, they all thought of their leader!
Many people can run fast. He Chen can chop even faster. With each horizontal slash of his broadsword, several heads fall to the ground.
They ran and looked around, looked around and ran. Soon, only a few dozen people remained. Finally, the remaining people escaped to the gate of the Black Wind Stronghold Chief. They shouted loudly at the gate.
"Chief, help! Help! The enemy is attacking!"
They all blocked the entrance, too afraid to step inside. It was as if there was some immense terror within!
At that moment, a person pushed open the door and entered. Behind him, flickering flames appeared. It was unclear whether some bandit had broken an oil lamp or lit a torch, but the surrounding thatched huts instantly burst into flames.
Amidst the raging flames, a figure slowly pushed open the door and entered. This person was covered in blood; it was unclear whether it was their own or that of an enemy. Their eyes were cold and indifferent.
The bandits were all locked at the entrance to Black Wind Stronghold. They jostled and pushed each other, all trying to squeeze inside.
As soon as He Chen entered, he immediately sensed something was wrong. It was chilling and eerie, colder than being in a snow-capped mountain, enough to make one's blood run cold.
He rapidly circulated the Thunderfire Heart Technique. Then he looked at the bandits before him. Completely unaware, their bodies were now covered in frost, their eyes glazed, and their limbs frozen in place.
Suddenly, a fierce wind howled. The mountains and fields were thrown into chaos.
The vast sword energy of the Gentleman's Path was rapidly activated by the Thunder and Fire Heart Technique. Thunder dragons and fire dragons intertwined. Wind, fire, and thunder grew stronger with the wind.
His swordsmanship was so powerful that it could cut a thousand times in a single stroke. He unleashed his full power, slashing at the crowd in front of him and the house behind him.
In an instant, dozens of heads rolled to the ground. The kill point flew by rapidly. The house behind finally succumbed to the pressure, breaking into tiny ice cubes with a sound like ice shattering.
The Black Wind Chieftain inside had a ferocious face, sometimes resembling a human, sometimes a smiling Buddha. At this moment, his clothes fluttered even without wind, letting the straw fall onto his head.
Then he slowly stood up. Floating in the air, King Wu!
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