novelhk Chapter 81 Killing you only takes 3 strikes!
Chapter 81 Killing you only takes 3 strikes!
Chapter 81 To kill you, only three strikes are needed!
"Do you think this cut is worthy of it?"
Xu Qingya let out a sharp shout that shook the dock, the sound waves overwhelming the surging river, and his eyes flashed with a sinister light.
Against the backdrop of the rippling water, Xu Qingya's gaze toward Zhu Shunshui resembled that of a tiger eyeing its prey.
Before he finished speaking, Xu Qingya's figure shot out like an arrow, with a resolute momentum that could break through everything, and rushed straight at Zhu Shunshui. His Azure Dragon Blade was unparalleled in the world.
Before the Azure Dragon Blade could even strike, its immense blade energy tore through the air, emitting a piercing shriek.
Zhu Shunshui's pupils shrank suddenly. As Zhu Xiawu's chosen stand-in, he clearly had some real skills.
Zhu Shunshui specializes in Xuanmen Qigong, cultivating a mouthful of pure and refined innate true qi. His internal strength is as powerful as a surging river, no less than that of the sixty or seventy-year-old Taoist priests of Wudang and Quanzhen.
However, the young man's charge made his heart skip a beat. It was as if an invisible gate had fallen in his dantian, blocking his surging source of true qi, making him feel tightness in his chest and shortness of breath.
That gate is named—Zhu Xiawu!
He was ultimately just a substitute, the shadow of the real "King Zhu," a discarded pawn, a hidden danger. The two had irreconcilable conflicts, and only one of them was destined to survive—either fight back or be killed.
From the moment he joined the Blackwater Gang, Zhu Shunshui was constantly in Zhu Xiawu's shadow, a shadow so deeply ingrained that he had nowhere to escape.
Faced with Xu Qingya's unparalleled and domineering sword aura, Zhu Shunshui's subconscious fear of true powerhouses was instantly ignited. His hands and feet twitched uncontrollably, his whole body trembled wildly, and his rationality was completely overwhelmed by emotion. He wanted to slap himself.
Xu Qingya didn't care about Zhu Shunshui's thoughts. His spine was like a great dragon, and his figure in mid-air twisted and rotated with his spine. He gripped the hilt of his sword with both hands, and the clear sound of the sword rang through the night sky. A streak of cold light, carrying the domineering will of the greatest and strongest, to slay demons and monsters, slashed down from above and hit the top of Zhu Shunshui's head.
The Spring and Autumn Period Sword Technique is unparalleled!
Where the blade points, evil spirits vanish!
At this moment, Xu Qingya seemed to be the Great Emperor of Subduing Demons of the Three Realms descending to earth, the reincarnation of the Divine Might Zhenyuan Heavenly Venerable. Zhu Shunshui was so overwhelmed by his aura that he felt an urge to urinate.
This is the most primal biological instinct.
The more nervous and fearful you are, the more you feel the urge to urinate.
Fortunately, Zhu Shunshui had consumed several cartloads of rare and precious herbs over the years, giving him an exceptionally solid foundation. At the critical moment of life and death, Zhu Shunshui bit his tongue, regained his senses, and almost instinctively raised his palms, condensing his powerful primordial energy into an indestructible, yin-yang cycle in front of him.
However, before the blade even arrived, the overwhelming sword intent that slays demons, eliminates evil spirits, and cleanses the demonic aura had already overwhelmed his mind, leaving him terrified.
"Sizzle!"
The protective aura that seemed as solid as an impenetrable wall was like paper in front of the Azure Dragon Blade. Zhu Shunshui felt an overwhelming surge of sharp energy, mixed with an arrogant and domineering blade intent, rushing towards him, causing his blood to boil, his hair to stand on end, and his internal organs to feel like they were burning.
"Thump thump thump thump!"
Zhu Shunshui retreated four steps, each step leaving spiderweb-like cracks on the hard bluestone.
His face turned deathly pale, and his eyes were filled with even greater horror. Deep-seated inferiority and fear of not being able to live a normal life gnawed at his fighting spirit like a venomous snake, extinguishing his will to fight.
In particular, when Zhu Shunshui saw Xu Qingya's handsome appearance, domineering swordsmanship, and the faint sneer at the corner of his mouth, the indescribable inferiority complex overwhelmed his rational judgment.
Countless conspiracy theories echoed in my ears!
Was Zhu Xiawu using someone else to do his dirty work?
Did Zhu Xiawu and Xu Qingya collaborate?
Why did Zhu Xiawu remain hidden and not make a move?
Have I fallen for Zhu Xiawu's scheme?
With each step back, a conspiracy comes to mind; with each fantasy that arises, courage diminishes by two-tenths.
Xu Qingya pressed his advantage relentlessly, his steps never faltering for a moment. As soon as he landed, he used the recoil to leap up again, gripping the hilt of his sword tightly with both hands, his bones throbbing, and his inner energy erupting like a volcano!
The Azure Dragon Blade traced a magnificent arc, its blade humming and vibrating as if carrying the mighty Yangtze River and its raging torrents. A sudden gust of wind blew through the hair on his forehead, revealing a pair of sharp, tiger-like eyes that could overturn mountains and shake rivers and seas. The next moment, the blade was drawn!
Spring and Autumn Sword Technique - Shaking the Nation!
The blade flashed like blue lightning, like a blue dragon reaching out its claws, and with earth-shattering power, it slashed straight at Zhu Shunshui.
This strike was so fast that the air exploded under its strain, the blade stirred up the wind and clouds, and incorporated the endless wind from the riverbank into its gleam.
Zhu Shunshui was terrified, his three souls were damaged, and his seven spirits were destroyed. He pushed his Hunyuan Qigong to its limit, his palms glowed with jade-colored light, and he held a black iron short stick, trying to withstand Guo Yidao's attack.
However, the "substitute curse" within him flared up again: "There's no way I can't stop it! How could I possibly withstand such swordsmanship? I can't even withstand him—"
The moment the thought arises, the momentum begins to wane!
As the sword and staff clashed, their internal energies collided violently. The immense pressure traveled from his arms straight to his feet, shattering the bluestone beneath his feet. He was forced to kneel on one knee, his kneecaps breaking with a thud, bone fragments piercing his flesh. His once-proud and profound skill was reduced to less than 50%.
A glint of light flashed in Xu Qingya's eyes. He spun around, twisted his waist, shook his shoulders, and drew his sword. His movements were fluid and seamless, like a clear spring flowing quietly under the moon.
The Azure Dragon Blade drew a beautiful, aloof, crescent-shaped arc of light, as if it had casually plucked a crescent moon hanging in the sky.
Spring and Autumn Sword Technique: Crescent Moon!
The blade flashed coldly, as cold as ice, and moved with the speed of a mirage. Zhu Shunshui had just managed to raise his numb arms in a final struggle when the cold, moon-like blade had already silently grazed his neck.
Because of the speed and the sharpness of the blade, Zhu Shunshui only sensed the death aura when Xu Qingya sheathed the Azure Dragon Blade and blood dripped from the blade onto the ground.
Fear froze on Zhu Shunshui's face.
His eyes were strange, showing disbelief and astonishment, fear of death, and a hint of absurd relief. He opened his mouth as if to call out the real name of Zhu Datianwang, but only spat out a mouthful of blood, and a blood line split open on his neck.
"Clatter!"
Zhu Shunshui's head fell to the ground, and blood gushed out like lava from the severed neck, drawing a mournful curtain in the moonlight and splashing onto the cold river water and broken bluestone. The headless body swayed and fell at Xu Qingya's feet, stirring up a cloud of dust.
This highly skilled, low-key, and psychologically disturbed stunt double ultimately failed to demonstrate his abilities.
Faced with Xu Qingya's unparalleled Spring and Autumn Saber Technique, characterized by its dragon-like momentum and relentless offensive, Zhu Shunshui's fighting spirit was shattered. He retreated step by step, ultimately forced to submit to his fate, unable to withstand even three moves.
Before he died, he understood.
He did not call out Zhu Xiawu's name.
He will carry the title "Great Heavenly King Zhu" to the underworld—I am Great Heavenly King Zhu—I, Zhu Shunshui, am the true Great Heavenly King Zhu—I, Zhu Shunshui, am not a substitute—
The river wind, carrying the stench of blood, swept across the dock, fluttering Xu Qingya's cloak. Xu Qingya took the spear handed to him by Yang Yan and used it to lift Zhu Shunshui's head.
"The bandit leader is dead! Surrender now!"
"The bandit leader is dead! Surrender now!"
"The bandit leader is dead! Surrender now!"
Xu Qingya shouted to the sky, and the martial arts masters from Jingxiang who participated in the battle shouted in unison. They thought there would be a fierce battle with blood flowing like a river, but unexpectedly, Zhu Datianwang was easily killed by Xu Qingya in the short time it takes to drink a cup of tea, as if an ant had been crushed.
He originally intended to risk his life for wealth and status.
Unexpectedly, the final result was that the battle ended in the time it takes to drink a cup of tea—the bandit leader was killed in three strikes!
The manager of the Blackwater was equally stunned!
Very few people know Zhu Xiawu's true identity. In the minds of most people, Zhu Shunshui is the real Zhu the Great King. Now, the Great King has been beheaded!
Looking at the imposing Xu Qingya, and the blood-stained Azure Dragon Blade, is it necessary to fight to the death?
After Zhu Shunshui's death, the highest-ranking person on the Blackwater Giant Ship was "Gentle Water God" Yong Xiyu. He was one of the few managers who knew Zhu Xiawu's true identity, and could even be said to be Zhu Xiawu's guide on his path to the underworld.
Yong Xiyu was originally a Grand Academician of the Hanlin Academy, whose official rank was much higher than Zhu Xiawu's. Yong Xiyu was not some upright and honest official; he was a corrupt official.
Before being arrested by the Dali Temple, Yong Xiyu disguised himself and fled to Jiangnan. The chief constable in charge of hunting him down was Zhu Xiawu. After Zhu Xiawu captured Yong Xiyu, Yong Xiyu used sweet words to persuade Zhu Xiawu, saying that the emperor was incompetent and heroes were rising up, which was a good time to achieve great things.
Yong Xiyu originally only wanted to survive, but unexpectedly he actually encountered a treasure. Zhu Xiawu was extremely capable in certain aspects and quickly gathered thousands of river bandits.
In terms of authority, Yong Xiyu was the second-in-command of the Blackwater Gang, responsible for handling all documents and ledgers, as well as monitoring Zhu Shunshui to prevent him from rebelling.
If the other managers surrender, perhaps there is a way out.
If Yong Xiyu surrenders, his punishment will change from being torn apart by a thousand cuts to being torn apart by five horses. He will still die if he deserves to!
Yong Xiyu roared, "Quiet down! Xu Qingya is at his last gasp. Let's charge in, one person each with a sword, and kill him to avenge King Zhu!"
Xu Qingya sneered: "Listen up, bandits of the Blackwater Channel! Yong Xiyu's crimes are heinous. Whoever captures Yong Xiyu will be considered to have redeemed himself, and I will not only pardon his crimes but also reward him with five thousand taels of silver!"
Upon hearing this, the bandits' eyes lit up with greed.
Zhu Shunshui used "fear" to control them.
Now that Zhu Shunshui is dead, this fear has been transferred to Xu Qingya. Upon hearing Xu Qingya's words, at least half of the bandits instinctively drew their weapons.
Yong Xiyu was originally a weak scholar who had spent decades indulging in a life of luxury and debauchery. Where would he have had the time to practice martial arts? His strength lay in the poison water spray barrels on his back, making him a warrior who relied on equipment.
Seeing the pirates slowly closing in, Yong Xiyu flew into a rage: "You—you—you dare betray the Blackwater Gang? Do you want to die?"
"Susu, lend them a hand!"
Xu Qingya whispered an instruction.
Yin Susu raised her hand and shot out two Seven Star Nails.
Upon hearing the sound, Yong Xiyu leaped away. His movement alerted the surrounding pirates, who were among the several skilled fighters aboard the Blackwater Giant Ship.
First up is—the Five Swords!
Thunder Sword Master, Lightning Sword Master, Mandarin Duck Sword Master, Butterfly Sword Master, Broken Gate Sword Master!
Now it's the "Three Swords"!
Teng Lei Jian Sou is Yan Daping!
The Sword Master of the Broken Gate is Wan Zhenshan!
The two of them had already defected to the Blackwater Gang!
Most of the businesses in Gangneung operated by the Blackwater Road were facilitated by Wan Zhenshan, which is why he was able to amass a fortune in such a short time.
In addition, there were two Dharma Protector Elders.
The Blackwater Path originally had seven guardians.
Fifteen years ago, during the siege of Yan Kuangtu, four elders were killed by Yan Kuangtu, and one was captured alive.
Taking advantage of his position, Zhu Xiawu found several experts to supplement the number of his guards. The Water and Earth Warriors, who were killed by a stunning shot, were two of them.
The other three protectors are:
Gan Tianlong, a notorious bandit in the Gan-Shaanxi region, committed countless atrocities, including murder and arson. When Zhu Xiawu was capturing him, he deliberately left an escape route, forcing Gan Tianlong to join the Black Water Gang.
Dong Juchuan, a master of Xingyi Quan, was skilled at injuring people with insidious and hidden force. He could lightly slap his opponent twice, seemingly without using any force, but in fact, he would damage the opponent's internal organs.
Haiyun Monk, an elder of the Hainan Sword Sect, was falsely accused of stealing the authentic sword manual "The Thirteen Forms of Heavenly Cripples". Forced to flee, he was eventually recruited by Zhu Shunshui.
None of the three of them are good people.
Whoever feeds you is your mother; whoever has money is your father.
They had never agreed to the surprise attack on Jiangling, but Zhu Shunshui had given orders, and they dared not disobey. Now that Zhu Shunshui had been killed, their priority was naturally to save their own lives.
The three swordsmen, the three guardians, and the dozens of Blackwater elites standing on the deck rushed towards Yong Xiyu. Yong Xiyu opened the poison spray tank and sprayed out a large cloud of poisonous mist. Some people were affected, while others were unharmed. The battle started instantly, and Xu Qingya watched coldly from the sidelines.
The bandits loyal to Zhu Shunshui, the ruthless bandits who knew their sins were grave and stubbornly resisted, and the steward who wanted to atone for his crimes and save his life, fought fiercely.
The battle ended a quarter of an hour later.
Yong Xiyu was captured alive by Dong Juchuan.
The remaining bandits who put up a stubborn resistance were all killed.
The rest surrendered their weapons and knelt down in surrender.
Xu Qingya waved his hand, and Dou Tiande led his soldiers onto the Blackwater Giant Ship, where they were tied up with ropes. The battle ended too quickly, almost unbelievably so. Even after everyone had gone home, Yin Susu and Yang Yan still felt dizzy. Was that all?
Zhu Datianwang is too fragile!
Yang Yan reacted quickly and guessed that Xu Qingya already knew about the current situation. His sweet talk before the battle was just to seduce them and make them unable to resist.
This is something you see through, but you can't say it out loud.
Anyone who tells this is out of their mind!
Cheng Lingsu bandaged the wounded soldiers' wounds and was also responsible for treating the injuries of Mr. Zhuge and the Four Great Constables. The task seemed arduous, but she actually enjoyed it.
On the one hand, Cheng Lingsu is kind-hearted. This fierce battle did not result in bloodshed, but was resolved in a relatively peaceful way. Xu Qingya stole the show in the process, which is something to be happy about.
On the other hand, ruthlessness, pursuit of life, and cold-bloodedness are all relatively valuable "medical samples," two "physically disabled but determined" individuals who suffered severe internal injuries from childhood, and one "Wolverine" who fights his life against enemies every day.
Such valuable consultation experience is enough to fill two treatment notebooks, which is of great significance to the doctor.
Finally, he prescribed several remedies to strengthen the body's foundation and nourish the vital energy for Zhuge Zhengwo, who was feigning illness and taking leave. Then he discussed medical techniques with Zhuge Zhengwo. In fact, Zhuge Zhengwo's medical skills were very advanced, especially in treating difficult and complicated diseases.
After all, no matter how severe the internal injury, it is not so severe as to be merciless and deadly, and no matter how bloody the external injury, it is not as cruel as being cold-blooded.
Even his second senior brother, Xu Xiaoyi, was a representative of "disabled but determined". When the four brothers were learning martial arts together, they also studied his second senior brother.
"Brother-in-law, I need to ask you for a favor."
Yin Yewang shamelessly begged Xu Qingya.
"Brother-in-law, just say what you need to say!"
"Brother-in-law, I spoke without thinking and said a lot of things that offended my sister. My grandfather dotes on my sister the most. If she goes home and tells on me, he really will break ten rattan canes before he stops!"
"You want me to plead for you?"
"Do something to make my sister happy! Once she's in a good mood, she ignores me!"
"Just such a small matter?"
"Also, there's this—that's this—I have this feeling like I'm cursed, and it sends chills down my spine. Do you know anything about curse magic? Could you help me break the curse?"
"I don't understand, I know absolutely nothing about it!"
Xu Qingya refused decisively.
Yin Yewang laughed and said, "Brother-in-law, you jest! You are the successor of the Martial Saint, full of righteousness, and evil spirits cannot harm you. With your word, which bastard could curse me?"
Xu Qingya: It's me, you bastard!