Indestructible Body Of Vajra Of The Village Leader
Chapter 169 - 152~153: Ximen Chuixue, Laozi is not a pushover (additional updates for 1700~1800 monthly tickets)_2

Chapter 169: 152~153: Ximen Chuixue, Laozi is not a pushover (additional updates for 1700~1800 monthly tickets)_2

"When one meets a swordsman, one must present a sword; if not a poet, do not discuss poetry. Having heard that your Swordsmanship, Ximen Chuixue, is godlike, I, Fang Dongbai, would indeed like to witness it today!"

Ah Da bellowed angrily and suddenly drew his sword. Both man and sword moved together, inseparably; the Sword Qi, like a spiritual snake, found its way through every gap, and then suddenly spiraled across the distance, fiercely drilling towards Ximen Chuixue.

Sssss—

The ground tiles were instantly plowed with long gashes by the explosive Sword Intent.

Such a sword strike was truly astonishing, containing variations while being incredibly rapid and fierce, embodying speed, change, and cruelty all in one.

It was a complete unleashing of Ah Da’s full strength.

Lu Xiaofeng’s eyes also narrowed in an instant.

Such was the Swordsmanship.

Several times he had just about caught it, but each time it broke free.

Ah Da’s sword was like an extremely powerful python; even if caught, one would still be shaken off by its variations and powerful bursts.

This was thanks to Ah Da’s exceptionally exquisite Swordsmanship and his robust and vigorous Inner Strength.

"Ku Toutuo! If you don’t join in now, we will have no chance at all! Kill—"

Just as Ah Da’s sword was thrust out, Ah Er suddenly bellowed, seizing this last chance to fiercely attack Jiang Dali.

He had faith in Ah Da.

Even against Ximen Chuixue, Ah Da would at least be able to hold off for thirty moves.

Just thirty moves.

As long as Ku Toutuo coordinated with him, they would definitely be able to take down Jiang Dali!

"Ah!"

Suddenly, a silver streak of sword light pierced through the beams like a meteor, blasting tiles apart and stirring up a snow-white glow. It flew like a nimble dragon-snake, lightning-fast towards Jiang Dali.

Ah Er, overwhelmed with joy, joined the attack. His palm power thundered. Within two wen’s distance, all was filled with Powerful Energy; stones flew and sand scattered, dazzling and shaking the onlookers’ hearts.

"There’s another one!"

Lu Xiaofeng’s figure flashed and arrived before the descending Ku Toutuo, fingers gripping towards the Longsword.

"Really think I’m as soft as a persimmon!?"

Seeing Ah Er charging at him again.

Jiang Dali roared furiously, no longer holding back the two violent Inner Qis of Nine Yang Marrying Robe Divine Skill within his body, and burst forth with ferocity!

In an instant, his entire body bulged, tendons, muscles, and skin all swelled up, his bones cracking in a series of loud pops. In a flash, he grew more than three feet taller, and the clothes on his body completely burst into shreds under the horrifying muscles, tough as rock.

A tremendously powerful and terrifying Momentum erupted, Qi-Blood boiling like an oven’s hot currents, rapidly depleting his Qi-Blood and Inner Qi.

"Eat my punch!"

Jiang Dali took a step forward, a surge of power rose from his feet, impacting his bent spine and at the moment of straightening it out, he gathered a furious force.

Boom!

The ground beneath his feet collapsed with a thunderous crash, exploding into a cloud of dust.

He threw his punch!

"Bang!"

His massive fist, as big as a wine jar, compressed the air to form dense waves around it, making a sound like a firecracker, as the surrounding air dispersed frantically.

"Not good!!"

Ah Er’s eyes popped out, his scalp went numb, and even as he used all his strength to block the punch, all his Inner Qi burst forth in the face of extreme life and death crisis!

The next moment, a blurred massive fist and his palm collided fiercely.

"Crack!"

Bones shattered!

Ah Er let out a miserable scream; the penetrating force shattered his hand, driving further into the radius and ulna, dislocating them from his elbow and tearing through the flesh to reveal themselves.

Ah Er’s eyes widened as he shouted, "Wait w..."

"Wait for your death!—"

Jiang Dali bellowed, his whole body’s muscles violently twitched with collected energy, like a drawn bowstring, leaping like a tiger, he sent out a vicious palm.

Giant Spirit Divine Palm!

The Qi wave dispersed.

The air compressed into a wave and burst out with a roar.

Ah Er’s hastily raised arms broke again with a crack, his chest caved in visibly, all his clothes instantly shattered by the explosive air, becoming shreds. His internal organs were destroyed and displaced by the force of Nine Yang Marrying Robe Divine Skill.

With the inertia of the great force, his body uncontrollably flew backward,

"Bang."

Ah Er, like a dead pig, slammed heavily into the beam of Yiqi Hall, shaking the entire building as if it wobbled.

"Ah!"

Ku Toutuo let out a strange cry, his expression one of panic as he stared at Jiang Dali inside the hall, looking like a little giant with a tumultuous aura.

At this moment, his sword was also pinched by Lu Xiaofeng.

Without hesitation, he immediately abandoned his sword, flashed through the hole in the roof, and swiftly fled.

Clang—a metallic sound.

At the entrance, a sword chant, like the divine sound of celestial metal, echoed through heaven and earth.

A flash of bright light shimmered in the dusk, as sharp as the aurora cleaving the sky, like a death wind sweeping past.

"Ah—" A scream ended abruptly.

A flock of crows startled from the dead trees atop Black Wind Village flew up.

Flapping their wings high into the sunset clouds.

Blood sprinkled in the air.

Ah Da’s body collapsed amidst the snow-white sword light, his rampant Powerful Energy suddenly dissipated, his neck spurting blood in a gush that quickly flowed out.

The figure holding the Longsword, white-clothed and pure as snow, gently landed, tilting his head to flick the blood off his sword, his cold eyes looking indifferently towards Jiang Dali inside Yiqi Hall, bursting with a thunderous and fierce aura.

Hum—

Stimulated, Jiang Dali’s back and the Golden Nine-Ring Blade hummed and trembled, filled with the unreleased Evil Qi of the Nine-Ring Sword Intent. His eyes, bloodshot and hot like bronze bells, also locked onto the dangerous figure outside.

At this moment.

Swhoosh.

Lu Xiaofeng’s figure fell through the hole in the roof, standing between the two men, cutting off their gaze.

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