Indestructible Body Of Vajra Of The Village Leader
Chapter 302 - 251-252: Nan Dali, Beiqiao Feng, were all locked in the Black Prison (additional 6 - s for Lv Xin Feng)_2

Chapter 302: 251-252: Nan Dali, Beiqiao Feng, were all locked in the Black Prison (additional 6 Chapters for Lv Xin Feng)_2

If the fight continued, he feared that even if he managed to severely injure the Black Wind Village Chief, his own condition would be in absolute peril.

"Master!"

"We’re here to help you!"

Just then, Deng Baichuan and three other family retainers from the famous sect hesitated not a moment in abandoning Yue Buqun and charged roaring into battle.

Without a moment’s hesitation, Murong Fu’s body moved like a lightning bolt toward the door.

Deng Baichuan and the others also threw caution to the wind, placing themselves in front of him, using various methods to block Jiang Dali.

"Where do you think you’re going!!"

Jiang Dali bellowed furiously, charging forward, and the Golden-Backed Nine-Ring Great Saber on his back buzzed tremblingly, suddenly unsheathed!

A fierce and domineering Sword Intent surged in an instant, like the sun rising from the sea level, like the changing seasons from spring to winter, an unstoppable momentum that nothing could block, peerless and invincible!

A Powerful Slash!

Clang!!

A dazzling, blinding golden Sword Light, like a streak of lightning, swept forward like a torrential current, engulfing everyone at the doorway, including Murong Fu.

Clang! A loud sound exploded!

The ground in the courtyard seemed to tremble the moment Jiang Dali’s footfall landed.

Both Feng Boe and Bao Butong, who were first to defend, turned red in the face, their Weapons slipped from their hands and flew away, their arms fractured, and they were thrown out like broken sacks.

The Sword Light flashed again.

Murong Fu roared, turning back, his folding fan sweeping out a fierce, uncast arc of Saber Qi, colliding with the Powerful Slash from Jiang Dali’s hand.

Demon Suppression Saber Technique!

Clang!!—

Murong Fu’s folding fan flew from his hand, the base of his palm split, his arm bones making an overburdened sound, his hair coming undone, and he was forced back five full steps.

Such a fierce impact caused his face to suddenly turn red, and he felt a surge of sweetness in his throat.

"Master, you go first!"

Deng Baichuan and Gongye Qian both roared as they charged at Jiang Dali, each striking out with a palm, causing the air to tremble and surge violently.

"Brother Deng!"

Murong Fu’s expression hesitated for a moment before he retreated. He really was unwilling to do so.

But, at this moment, being at a disadvantage, with both arms injured and internal injuries to boot, he knew that turning the situation around was impossible if surrounded by a group of mountain bandits; escape would be out of the question.

"Get lost, all of you!!"

Jiang Dali, as tall as a Heavenly God, roared, shaking the surrounding trees with his voice, and his foot stomped out as if it weighed tens of thousands, sweeping with his saber with an overwhelming power!

Humming humming humming—

The Nine Rings trembled like a demonic chant.

The piercing golden light of the saber flashed like a tornado sweeping across.

"Ah ah—"

"Scoundrel!!"

The Qi Walls set up by Deng Baichuan and Gongye Qian shattered completely, they screamed as they spat blood and were hurled away, each suffering an astonishingly deep saber wound, blood spraying, a ghastly sight.

"Black Wind Village Chief, you better treat my brothers well; otherwise, the Murong Family will never let you go!"

Whoosh—

Murong Fu’s figure bounded away, leaping out from the crowd. His Qi Force blasted open a group of attacking bandits, and he quickly made his escape down the path.

"Shoot him!!"

At that moment, the mountain bandits’ archers and crossbowmen, who had been prepared on the mountain’s peak, all shouted their orders.

The bows were drawn.

A dozen arrows shot out furiously, the "whoosh" of their flight piercing the air, terrifying to behold, like a dense swarm of black dots converging on Murong Fu, who was fleeing down the mountain path.

Murong Fu shouted loudly, his palms flipping rapidly, once again invoking "Star Shifting."

In an instant, the furiously shot arrows fell into the vortex of air created by his hands, and as his figure suddenly turned, they shot back out at high speed.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh—

The dozen or so arrows turned back, flying up toward the mountain top.

Chaos erupted in an instant, an arrow piercing the body of a Player, "thwack" sticking into the rock wall, its body still trembling, emitting a buzzing sound.

Murong Fu stumbled to the ground, unable to suppress it any longer, a mouthful of Reverse Blood welling up, violently spurting out, but his feet did not stop, quickly running down the mountain path.

"Out of the way!!"

Bang!!

A fierce and malevolent momentum violently broke through the crowd and charged onto the mountain path. With a large hand, a rock was snatched up in a whirlwind grip and then, as the arm exerted force, was violently hurled away.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

The stone tore through the air like a bullet, forming sharp Qi waves as it blasted forth.

Murong Fu, frantically fleeing ahead, let out a long wail of bitterness and frustration, his figure flashing desperately to dodge, narrowly escaping around the mountain road’s corner and vanishing from sight.

"Damn it!"

Jiang Dali’s eyes blazed furiously, two beams of cold light shooting out palpably as he fiercely slammed his palm onto the towering cypress beside him.

With a crack, a resounding snap echoed.

The cypress branch, as thick as a bowl, trembled chaotically and snapped off, causing the approaching mountain bandits to shudder with chill, retreating a few steps as they all stared with frightened reverence at the man emitting an intense and daunting aura, robust and dominating like a great mountain.

"Hmph! Consider Murong Fu lucky this time. If that kid shows up at Jinglong Chess again, Laozi can just catch him later."

Jiang Dali snorted coldly, turned around, and his black cloak fluttered in the mountain wind, revealing his sturdy and muscular tiger back.

He looked back at a gang of Black Wind Village underlings with admiration and awe in their eyes, his expression stern and composed, exuding great confidence and a pride that seemed to look down on the world, suddenly cracking a smile and bursting into laughter that shook the mountain top.

"From now on, the titles of ’South’s Murong, North’s Qiao Feng’ will have to change. It should be ’South’s Dali, North’s Qiao Feng.’ Do you hear me, lads? Ha ha ha ha—"

"South’s Dali, North’s Qiao Feng!"

"South’s Dali! South’s Dali! South’s Dali!!"

"Black Wind, Black Wind, Black Wind!!"

"giaogiaogiao!! Boss is mighty!"

Upon hearing these words, the Black Wind Village mountain bandits all roared together, their blood boiling with feverish excitement.

Even though there were a few who suddenly remembered that Hui Prefecture wasn’t in the south, and Black Wind Village wasn’t in the southern mountains either, they immediately swallowed their thoughts, pretending to be oblivious and joining in the raucous shouting.

Everyone knew.

You mustn’t rain on the village chief’s parade when he’s in high spirits, or the consequences would be dire!

In the lounge not far away, members of the Wudang Sect, Shennong Gang, and others who were stirred and came out, were now looking at the grand figure laughing amidst the mountain bandits with shocked and trembling spirits.

"Good, good, good..."

Sikong Xuan’s heart was drumming, his back tight with tension, his sweaty palms clenched, inwardly expressing relief, "...thank goodness I was clever earlier and didn’t act rashly, otherwise... the consequences would have been worse than death."

"Tie up these cripples, take them all to the Black Prison, treat their injuries, then lock them up to wait for guests!"

In the courtyard, Jiang Dali’s voice thundered like a lion or tiger.

Immediately, a group of mountain bandits, eager as wolves, cheered as they grabbed control of Deng Baichuan, Yue Buqun, and others, quickly binding them and escorting them to the Black Prison.

"The Black Wind Village Chief is truly a fierce warrior indeed; these retainers from the Murong Family, each strong enough to match me, all lords in their own right, now prisoners at our feet!"

Wudang’s Yu Daiyan took a deep breath, his expression complex as he watched the jubilant bandits and sighed.

A group of Wudang Sect players also had complicated expressions on their faces, tinged with a mix of envy, jealousy, and frustration.

They were all disciples of a famous sect like Wudang, yet when it came to the degree of glory and the benefits of strength, they could not compare to this group of smelly and coarse bandit players mixing it up in Black Wind Village.

And to top it off... these bandit players actually had a group of bandit sisters dressed in tiger skin skirts and holding little whips by their side.

The beautiful female players who joined Wudang Mountain were actually fewer than those who joined Black Wind Village to become female bandits, how saddening and frustrating was that?

Watching the underlings busily capturing everyone and taking them to the Black Prison.

Jiang Dali crossed his arms over his chest, his face expressing satisfaction and contentment, his gaze shifting, looking towards the panel that had sounded several alerts.

In view, the Qi-Blood value was fluctuating around 7223, slowly climbing and recovering under the operation of the Nine Yang Marrying Robe Divine Skill.

"Murong Fu isn’t weak either. That old guy Yue Buqun just gave me a light scratch, and Ling Hu Chong just made me a bit sore. But that Murong Fu actually gave Laozi a massage that shook off more than two thousand Qi-Blood..."

Thinking of this, Jiang Dali’s face slightly darkened, he frowned enduring the pain, circulating needle-like Inner Qi within his body, healing the internal damage caused by the earlier clash.

Compared to his own feelings, the data displayed on the panel was obviously more clear and accurate.

Ling Hu Chong’s piercing sword actually did not cause him much damage.

However, the exchange with Murong Fu, being affected by that Borrowing Power technique, Star Shifting, did cause some internal injuries.

This also serves to demonstrate the power of Star Shifting. Using the enemy’s strength against them turns into hitting myself, and how could that not hurt?

"But Murong Fu is clearly more injured; he doesn’t have a physique as strong as Laozi. In such a head-to-head fight, the one who dies in the end will be him!"

Jiang Dali snorted coldly, looking at the messages displayed on the panel.

Among them were the increases in reputation in the Martial World following the defeats and captures of Yue Buqun and Murong Fu...

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