Misguided practice of sinister cultivation techniques: Slander! The problem lies with you all, not me!
Chapter 346 - 233: Crescent Blade, Crescent Blade! (Please Subscribe)_2

Chapter 346: Chapter 233: Crescent Blade, Crescent Blade! (Please Subscribe)_2

The Ba Mountain Daoist’s strongman!

He was tall and burly, looking simple and honest, and even his movements appeared simple and honest; however, he was extremely cunning in capturing angles and timing.

At this moment, the Murong brothers were just in the phase where their old strength had been spent, and new strength had not yet been mustered, so he charged at them.

He was employing the standard "Iron Mountain Lean"!

With a muffled boom, the Murong brothers, still in mid-air, were struck and felt as if they had been hit by a meteorite, their bodies plummeting to the ground like cannonballs, creating deep craters.

With a wow, their throats tasted sweet, and they saw stars.

But in the next instant, they were already picked up by the strongman and smashed downward!

This guy didn’t even leave them a gap to catch their breath!

Thud, Thud, Thud!

Grasping the Murong brothers like catching small chickens, the strongman smashed them against the ground three times in succession.

The ground was left with three smoking holes, and the Murong brothers felt a splitting headache, only managing to forcefully grip their sabers.

Had their skills not significantly improved over the past days, especially after their hair turned green and became more spiritual and tenacious, they would have been afraid their heads would have burst open.

The strongman, relentless, seemingly not needing to breathe at all, lifted the Murong brothers again and smashed them downward.

With a boom, another smoking hole appeared on the ground, but the Murong brothers were no longer in his hands.

A look of surprise emerged on the numb face of the strongman, as his Ba Mountain Small Grapple technique was known to be nearly failproof and had hardly ever missed.

In the next moment, a bright Sword Light suddenly filled his pupils.

With a swish!

His eyes were cut open, the sound crisp.

The strongman let out a painful cry, covering his eyes and kneeling on the ground.

The Murong brothers stood there panting heavily, covering their dislocated left shoulders, with a flick, they popped back into place.

But in that instant, the pain made them break out in a cold sweat.

To escape the opponent’s grappling hands just now, they had to forcibly dislocate their shoulder.

"Don’t give him any time to breathe," the fleshy Bodhisattva reminded.

"Fuck your mother!"

Being outnumbered was already a disadvantage, and the opponent disregarded any martial morality by not allowing any chance to breathe.

The Murong brothers suddenly fell to the ground, their bodies sliding upwards like maggots.

With a boom.

The spot where they just stood now bore a large hole.

The skinny Ba Mountain Daoist stood there, a bronze-colored smile on his face.

In that instant, the Murong brothers felt his maliciousness.

That kick just now, if they were half a beat too slow, would undoubtedly lead to their progeny being cut off!

The Ba Mountain Daoist stomped down again!

The muscles on the Murong brothers’ backs rolled, and they slipped away nimbly once more.

This movement technique, gleaned from "Lie Corpse", was really both strange and effective.

But in the next moment, they felt something was off.

A strange tremor came from the ground, and they were suddenly jolted upwards.

The Daoist’s target was not them, but the ground itself.

The Murong brothers, floating in mid-air, found it difficult to change direction and increase speed—any effort would be significantly compromised.

Just then, a horsetail whisk lashed at them.

This lash was not overwhelmingly powerful, but it was extremely tricky, even devious, aimed precisely at their waist, a spot difficult to defend.

He was lashing at their waists!

True Qi roared and swirled within the Murong brothers, forcing a hasty change of technique, leading their bodies to turn and use the blade to block along their back.

With a cracking sound, the horsetail whisk struck their back.

The blade of the Green Moon Saber couldn’t completely deflect all the whisk’s strands, and the Murong brothers slammed onto the ground, their backs’ skin bursting open.

After they landed, a huge shadow shrouded them.

The previously gut-sliced fleshy Bodhisattva once again leaped up, plummeting towards them like a meat bomb!

Damn it!

A bitter expression surfaced on the Murong brothers’ faces, as at this moment, they really had no place to dodge!

Bring it on!

With a boom, the ground sank a foot deep, and the Murong brothers were engulfed by fatty flesh.

The next instant, the fleshy Bodhisattva climbed up from the ground, its fatty belly undulating.

The Murong brothers were trapped between her folds of fat, but unlike Red Ghost, their cultivation was much deeper. Even if they were dazed and struggled to breathe, their hands continuously stabbed wildly with their sabers.

The strong stench from the burst open fat made it even harder for them to breathe.

With a swipe, fat splashed as the Murong brothers tore open a large cut, quickly rolling out.

"Ah!"

No sooner had they rolled out of the hole than they heard a loud cry.

The green-faced meaty Bodhisattva leaped up and smashed down at him.

"Fuck your ol’...

Murong’s cursing wasn’t finished when he was once again engulfed by the flesh.

A human-shaped hole appeared on the ground, and after pressing down with her hand, the meaty Bodhisattva leaped and pressed down again!

Murong only felt like his shit was about to be squeezed out.

Even though he used the hilt of his sword to resist, he was still overwhelmed by the impact of the fat masses.

It was really heavy and disgusting!

Seeing the fat woman flying up to press down again, Murong could only clench his teeth and withstand it.

"Ah!"

At that moment, a sharp scream of a woman sounded.

Murong’s body couldn’t help but shudder.

Because he recognized it, it was Ning Qing’s voice.

The next instant, Ning Qing appeared in front of him.

Facing the meat mountain-like meaty Bodhisattva, she seemed so frail and tiny.

"Move!"

Murong wanted to step forward, but it was already too late.

With a ’boom’, Murong’s vision went dark.

He knew that under this pressure, with Ning Qing’s power, she likely wouldn’t survive.

He desperately tried to rush up, but the waves of fat suppressed him firmly.

"Ah!"

Suddenly, a sharp scream sounded again, and Murong’s vision suddenly brightened.

He saw Ning Qing push and thrust upwards, and the mountain-heavy meaty Bodhisattva was pushed flying out, heavily crashing to the ground.

Murong looked at the scene, his face showing shock.

Could it be that you have natural divine strength?

No, not even natural divine strength could do this.

Murong didn’t dare to ponder further, seizing the opportunity to leap up and slash down!

The rotating Sword Light of the Spring Rain Blade, mixed with the "Jingzhe" sword technique, struck down towards the meaty Bodhisattva’s head.

With a ’snap’, her head was suddenly split open with a large cut, her mouth still breathing heavily, looking extremely terrifying.

To kill the meaty Bodhisattva, you could only attack their least fatty part—the head!

Murong successfully landed a strike, and at this time, another meaty Bodhisattva was pressing down like Mount Tai.

Ning Qing lay slanted there, her face alternating between white and blue.

Clearly, that push had cost her a lot.

She was on the verge of fainting.

Murong pushed her flying away with one hand, his entire body solidly pressed to the ground.

He couldn’t remember how many times he had been crushed, only feeling an intense pain in his bones, difficulty breathing, as if he was about to suffocate.

And at this moment, with one squeeze of the fat down and one bounce up.

The meaty Bodhisattva flew again, attempting to deal him a death blow.

It was clear the meaty Bodhisattva was also not faring well; the huge cut on her belly kept bleeding out, with blood and fat flying.

This was her last and heaviest strike for Murong Young Hero!

Murong clenched his teeth, squeezing out the last of his True Qi, also preparing for his final struggle.

But at that moment, a silver Sword Light swept across.

The cut was like a flowing full moon, lingering in the world, causing the inn’s dining hall to turn completely silver-white.

The full moon cut precisely at the wound on the meaty Bodhisattva, tearing and piercing through it more thoroughly, her plump body directly repelled.

With a ’boom’, the meaty Bodhisattva hit the ground, her body split open, revealing the chopped viscera inside.

Knowing she wouldn’t survive, she stared at the Sword Light lingering in the air like a full moon, dumbfoundedly saying "Green Moon Saber!" before dying!

With a ’boom’!

An explosion sounded, and a thin human-shaped hole appeared on the wall—it was the Ba Mountain Taoist choosing to escape.

"Sixth-fold Spring Rain!"

"Open!"

With a horizontal sweep of his blade, Murong cut open the hole and chased after it.

Also pursuing was a Sword Qi like the full moon.

Two incomparably sharp Sword Qi, one silent like spring rain and the other light like Moonlight, instantly penetrated the body of the Ba Mountain Taoist.

Under the night sky, his body quickly split into four pieces, blood painting a deep stroke on the white wall.

Murong propped himself up with his sword, turning to look at the side.

There stood the previously inn’s waiter, holding a curved saber.

The curved saber, just like the full moon!