Chapter 36

Each of the fifty Iron Wolf soldiers held a long saber as tall as a man. With the charge of their horses, a single slash could reveal the fragility of the human body, cutting it in half and spraying blood.

The group of righteous warriors from the martial world, each skilled in lightness techniques, could not match the speed of the galloping horses on flat ground. They were also suppressed by Duercha's momentum and the strange phenomena, leaving them without the will to fight. For a moment, screams echoed, and casualties were heavy.

If it weren't for their large numbers, the fifty Iron Wolf soldiers might not have had the time to kill them all, and a total annihilation was possible.

The slaughter by the Iron Wolf soldiers was halted, and they began a normal pursuit.

About ten Iron Wolf soldiers split off to head for the inn, coincidentally meeting Meng Qi and the others who were planning to follow them into the temple.

A cold light flashed, and Meng Qi faced a horizontal slash from a long saber. The force of the horse made the attack exceptionally fierce, making him feel that relying on his Iron Shirt technique to resist would be unwise.

Even if he wouldn't be cut in half like others, a gut-wrenching injury was inevitable!

As he rushed out of the inn, Meng Qi had been observing the details of the Iron Wolf soldiers' pursuit, constantly pondering how to dodge and counterattack. At this moment, he didn't have time to think deeply, but his mind had already made a plan.

He crouched and rolled, evading the long saber as if performing a ground-rolling technique. He rolled in front of the horse, extended his saber, and aimed for the horse's hooves.

The fine horse neighed, throwing the Iron Wolf soldier off its back. Meng Qi lunged forward, executing a solo split of Mount Hua.

Clang!

The long saber struck the helmet, producing a clear sound. However, the Iron Wolf soldier's full-body armor seemed to be made of refined steel, and Meng Qi's saber was not a sharp weapon. His full-strength attack only created a crack.

The Iron Wolf soldier shook his head, appearing slightly dazed, but his crimson eyes showed no emotion. He stepped forward and mechanically swung his saber down.

Meng Qi used the Eight Steps of Divine Speed, dodging to the right. The Iron Wolf soldier's movements were slow, and he failed to dodge, being struck in the chest by Meng Qi. However, only the clear sound of metal clashing was heard.

With his first move failing, Meng Qi was slashed across his left shoulder by the Iron Wolf soldier's saber, leaving a shallow wound.

"He seems more like someone practicing the Iron Shirt technique than I do!" Meng Qi thought, quickly analyzing the situation. He recalled the strategy chosen by Zhen Miao during their practice sessions, and thus, he steadily and methodically utilized the advantages of the Eight Steps of Divine Speed, aiming to create an opportunity to attack the Iron Wolf soldier's only exposed part: his eyes.

As a result, the Iron Wolf soldier could hardly touch Meng Qi. He roared, calling for nearby comrades to form a battle formation.

They had been trained with secret techniques, possessing immense strength to support the heavy armor of refined steel. They lacked the sensation of pain and fear, making them lethal weapons. However, their slow movements were a fatal flaw. Therefore, Duercha invented a battle formation of three to five people, using mutual support to compensate for this, which proved very effective. Many renowned lightness technique experts were surrounded by these formations and dismembered.

However, this time, the Iron Wolf soldiers' comrades could not get close, as Jiang Zhiwei was gracefully walking among them, her long sword elegantly slashing, causing Iron Wolf soldiers to clutch their eyes and fall to the ground. Zhang Yuanshan, like a solid rock, occasionally counterattacked, and Iron Wolf soldiers would silently fall.

Qi Zhengyan fully utilized the characteristics of the Hundred Changes and Thousand Illusions Cloud and Mist Thirteen Postures, his long sword like mist and illusion, with cold stars twinkling. Iron Wolf soldiers would clutch their eyes and roll on the ground.

Another weakness of the Iron Wolf soldiers was their eyes!

Meng Qi was well aware of this, but his saber, compared to others' long swords, lacked the "skill" of piercing eyes.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck him. He turned his saber and used the back to strike, clang, clang, clang, continuously hitting the Iron Wolf soldier's helmet.

After a dozen strikes, the Iron Wolf soldier stood still, his long saber falling from his hand. Blood trickled from his eyes and the gaps in his helmet, and he collapsed.

"I may not know the Piercing Technique, but I know the Vibration Technique!" Meng Qi secretly gloated.

The "four-person team" charged like tigers descending from the mountains, quickly slaughtering all the Iron Wolf soldiers heading for the inn.

"Hey, where's Xiao Zi? Where's Wang Daxia?" Meng Qi, amidst the chaos, had not noticed Wang Jin and Xiao Zi's absence.

Jiang Zhiwei, without stopping, said, "Wang Jin took advantage of our distraction and entered the mountain gate. Xiao Zi left the inn and ran off somewhere."

"Let it be." Qi Zhengyan said expressionlessly.

Meng Qi did not object; he had neither the time nor the ability to search for Xiao Zi and had to immediately follow into the mountain gate.

Regarding the protection of others, Meng Qi currently held the philosophy of doing his best and staying calm, and the main reason now was Xiao Zi's erratic behavior.

On this, everyone was in默契, and no one spoke further. They took advantage of the other Iron Wolf soldiers' pursuit of the righteous warriors and slipped into the mountain gate, heading up the mountain path toward the temple.

"Enter the Shaolin territory, hold your ground until the last moment, do not leave the actual range of Shaolin, hide in the deep mountains, and enter the temple as soon as possible." The leaves on the side of the road danced, forming words.

Seeing this, Meng Qi secretly breathed a sigh of relief. To save time, he had felt the illusion of a life-and-death race.

As they ascended the mountain path, bodies lay scattered, some of righteous warriors, some of Shaolin monks, but very few of Iron Wolf soldiers.

The four did not delay and soon discovered that on the opposite hillside, dark clouds gathered, and strong winds howled. Iron Wolf soldiers surrounded Duercha, slaughtering the Shaolin monks stationed there. The previously chaotic righteous warriors were now few and mixed with the Iron Wolf soldiers, including Wei Wujie.

"They seem like spies..." Meng Qi narrowed his eyes and said softly.

Before Jiang Zhiwei could respond, Duercha suddenly turned his head, his black eyes cold and emotionless, looking at the mountain path.

"There are also innate abilities," he said in a deep voice, the howling wind making his words clear.

Jiang Zhiwei gripped her long sword, a mix of fear, caution, and concealed excitement.

Just as Duercha turned and took a step, a figure descended from the sky, a withered hand holding a string of prayer beads, striking Duercha.

The hand was not large but appeared golden to Meng Qi, filling his vision.

The prayer beads emitted layers of golden light, and the sound of chanting echoed in his heart.

The dark clouds dispersed, the wind weakened, and the dozen or so Iron Wolf soldiers in front of Duercha suddenly let out painful screams and collapsed.

Even without the sensation of pain, they could still scream in pain!

Duercha coldly snorted and swung the one-legged copper man in his right hand, creating a hurricane.

Clap!

A bolt of lightning split the sky, illuminating the area, allowing Meng Qi to see the withered hand striking the copper man.

After a dull sound, dark clouds gathered again, the wind howled, and raindrops fell.

Is this the peak of the Opened Aperture realm... Meng Qi silently marveled.

"Your Great Vajra Palm is indeed remarkable," Duercha's voice echoed amidst the wind and clouds, "but alas, you are old..."

"Amitabha, why don't you put down your sword and attain enlightenment immediately," Xin Ji's voice was old and deep.

At the point of their confrontation, the wind spread, making the surrounding armored soldiers sway and fall, their armor filled with mangled flesh and blood.

Jiang Zhiwei clenched her teeth and suddenly said, "I will assist Master Xin Ji! If we can kill Duercha, the main mission will definitely be completed."

This was an opportunity that couldn't be missed!

If Duercha killed Xin Ji, they would likely be targeted, and at that time, they would have no chance of victory!

Everyone understood this, so no one stopped Jiang Zhiwei; instead, they followed her, intercepting the armored soldiers on the way.

Meng Qi, skilled in the Vibration Technique, continuously used it against the armored soldiers. Even if the accumulated force was not enough, it would make them dazed and unable to fight. Qi Zhengyan used the Hundred Changes and Thousand Illusions Cloud and Mist Thirteen Postures, moving through the crowd, elusive and unpredictable.

Seeing Jiang Zhiwei join the battle, Zhang Yuanshan hesitated for a moment and then approached, ready to seize the opportunity to strike.

"Hey, Wang Jin." In the midst of the battle, Meng Qi saw Wang Jin, who was dealing with the armored soldiers, trying to find a chance to slip into the temple.

Ding, ding, ding, ding, Jiang Zhiwei's sword transformed into a white rainbow, her techniques exquisite and sharp. However, Duercha used brute force to outmaneuver her, and the massive one-legged copper man completely blocked her sword. Each time her sword struck the copper man, her body would involuntarily sway, clearly showing a significant difference in power. If not for Xin Ji blocking most of Duercha's attacks, she would have been overwhelmed by the relentless assault.

Most importantly, with each of Duercha's attacks, a strong wind blew, severely interfering with Jiang Zhiwei and Xin Ji's vision and hearing. Even with two against one, they were at a significant disadvantage.

Xin Ji's face suddenly turned red, indicating he was struggling to suppress his internal injuries. He sighed, and the prayer beads in his hand suddenly shattered, each bead exploding into a virtual and illusory Buddha.

"All phenomena are non-phenomena, all beings are non-beings."

These illusory Buddhas chanted in unison, suppressing the thunder and covering the howling wind, creating a sense of a pure and clear place.

Xin Ji's right palm turned completely golden, like cast gold. With a gentle strike, he pierced the one-legged copper man.

Duercha's expression became serious for the first time, discarding the copper man and striking with a single fist.

Clap!

A bolt of lightning descended from the sky, wrapping around his fist.

The external realm had indeed surpassed ordinary martial arts, nearing the level of immortals... Meng Qi was startled by this, but then thought about his own future, feeling a surge of excitement.

The dark clouds dispersed, the wind calmed, and the rain stopped. The two exchanged blows, and time seemed to freeze, with only lightning flickering.

Then, powerful gusts of wind spread like dragons, Xin Ji spitting blood, his hand blackened, and flying backward. Duercha's face turned pale, and he took two steps back.

At this moment, a sword light suddenly flashed, like a mysterious star in the night, indescribably beautiful.

"Sword without self..." Meng Qi was slightly dazed, and everyone, including the armored soldiers, was momentarily stunned.

This was a sword technique at the Dharmakaya level, involving the laws of the universe. Even if Jiang Zhiwei only grasped the basics, it still gave a sense of the profound changes in the universe.

At this level, techniques and movements were useless; what mattered was the understanding of the Dao and the cutting of principles!

It was precisely because of this that highly perceptive individuals could grasp the basics even at a lower realm.

"Ahh!" Duercha's scream echoed like a闷雷.

With this scream, a strong wind rose around Duercha, and his left hand firmly gripped Jiang Zhiwei's "White Rainbow Piercing the Sun" sword, blood flowing, but as solid as iron, not moving, because the tip of the sword had already pierced his eye, preventing him from retreating.

"Damn!" He swung his right hand, striking the side of the "White Rainbow Piercing the Sun" sword, causing it to bend and crack, and the tip to be pushed out of his eye.

Jiang Zhiwei's tiger mouth split, but she held onto the sword, not letting go. Blood trickled from the corner of her mouth, and her face turned pale, clearly indicating a severe injury.

Duercha's eye socket oozed dark red blood mixed with strange liquid, and he seemed possessed, taking a step to finish Jiang Zhiwei.

Although "Sword without self" was at a high level, Jiang Zhiwei only grasped the basics and could not defeat Duercha, who was much stronger.

Suddenly, another sword light flashed, like a faint star in the night, elusive and deadly, precisely the opportune moment for Zhang Yuanshan.

Duercha screamed again, as "Heaven Dark Earth Black" pierced his rib. He summoned his strength, swinging his sleeve to knock Zhang Yuanshan away.

Zhang Yuanshan spat blood, his chest caved in, and he struggled to stand, seemingly unable to fight.

Duercha hated Jiang Zhiwei the most, vowing to tear her to pieces, but just as he was about to attack, he saw Xin Ji return, his palms golden like a Buddha.

"Hmph!" Considering his injuries, he turned and left without hesitation, the armored soldiers retreating like a tide.

"His injuries are not too severe; he will return once he stabilizes. It would be best for everyone to disperse," Xin Ji said in a deep voice.

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