Chapter 106: Indestructible, Tiger Roaring Fist

The doubts of Situ Wanli and others only lasted for a moment. The rockets pulled by the mysterious force lost control. Under their own inertia, another force appeared. The rockets fired from the east and west sides shot towards each other. Situ Wanli only saw rockets falling from the sky and covering him and others.

Faced with this bizarre scene, the farm disciples were unable to react for a while, until they were hit by sharp arrows, they were pulled back to reality because of the fear of death. They tried to avoid it, but a few unlucky ones were hit by their own rockets.

A similar scene also happened to Touman and the wolf warriors under his command.

"Keep shooting arrows." Situ Wanli waved the copper axes and double swords in his hands. The bloody smell in the air could not hinder his will. The well-trained farmer's disciple slowly pulled the bow and crossbow and shot towards the strange and mysterious figure.

When the arrows turned into a net and covered the figure, Yan Dan, Jing Ke, Touman and Situ Wanli jumped onto the wall at the same time and rushed towards the figure.

Of course they knew that Yang Chong, who was able to block the first wave of arrow attacks, could also block the second wave of arrow attacks, so all they wanted was to use the arrow attacks to pin down Yang Chong and give themselves the opportunity to take the initiative.

Behind the arrow formation, the attacks of Yan Dan and others followed closely. Yang Chong just had time to control the offensive of the arrow formation with the suction force of the suction technique, but Yan Dan's attack had already arrived.

Among them, Yan Dan and Jing Ke had the strongest martial arts, but Jing Ke came here to save people, so his attack was not as fierce as Yan Dan's. But Yan Dan didn't care about that and gave it all he had.

The long sword in his hand brought the offensive aspect of Mohist swordsmanship to the extreme. At the moment when Yang Chong blocked the arrow formation, the sword had already shot out several inky sword auras.

"Mohist swordsmanship?" Facing Yan Dan's fierce sword, Yang Chong raised his eyebrows, without dodging or evading, and while practicing his energy-absorbing technique, he transformed into a huge black hole. No matter how powerful your Mohist skills were, they were indestructible, but under the swallowing of the black hole, they could only become his own nourishment.

At this moment, Yang Chong waved his palms to both sides, pulling the arrows towards a group of miscellaneous soldiers.

Although Yan Dan's attack was ineffective, Jing Ke's attack had already arrived. Jing Ke stepped on the roof, and every time he took a step, the sword's force became more concentrated. When his seventh step took place, the sword's force had reached its peak. The three-foot sharp sword, with a bloody murderous aura, pierced towards Yang Chong's shoulder.

"Well done." Facing Jing Ke's accumulated attack, Yang Chong changed his palm into a fist and swung it. The domineering fist force broke through the sound barrier, and the sound of breaking through the air gathered into the sound of a tiger's roar, which directly hit the tip of Jing Ke's sword.

"How is it possible?" Jing Ke, who was holding the sword with one hand, changed it to holding the sword with both hands. This sword of his was passed down from his master Gongsun Yu. It was a fatal sword evolved by Gongsun Yu from the Hundred-Step Flying Sword of Guiguzi's Sword Technique. After seven steps, it turned into a fatal sword with the peak sword power.

If he was not just trying to save people instead of killing, his sword would have been aimed at Yang Chong's back instead of his shoulder. But even so, his sword was still an amazing one.

However, such an amazing sword was actually blocked by Yang Chong who made a hasty move, and it was not just a simple block.

"How can his strength be so strong?" Jing Ke exerted all his strength, but Yang Chong did not move at all.

"A kill in seven steps? Still a little short." Yang Chong growled, and the power of his fist increased again.

At this moment, in Yang Chong's growl, Jing Ke heard the sound of a tiger roaring.

"Tiger Roaring Royal Fist."

Jing Ke only saw a ferocious tiger emerging from behind Yang Chong, crouching in the mountains, roaring to the sky, and rushing towards him from down the mountain. The violent power made Jing Ke's arms tremble uncontrollably. Even though he had changed to holding the sword with both hands, he was still blown away by the huge force.

This punch was the Tiger Roaring Imperial Fist formed by Yang Chong by combining the power of the Great Demon Subduing Fist with the Tiger Soul Sword. With the blessing of his true qi that far surpassed Jing Ke's, the power unleashed by this punch was simply not something Jing Ke could block.

"There is a flaw." Seeing that Jing Ke was knocked away and Yang Chong had used up all his strength, Situ Wanli was overjoyed and swung his bronze axes and double swords to chop at Yang Chong's back.

"Hit." The sound of the two knives cutting through the clothes made Situ Wanli very happy, but in the next moment, his joy turned into horror.

"How is it possible?" Situ Wanli felt that his copper axe and double swords didn't hit a body, but a piece of fine steel. His weapons were first-class weapons, and they were powerful weapons. The power of his strikes was even greater than that of a long sword. But even so, his strikes on Yang Chong could even break Yang Chong's skin. "He practiced a horizontal martial arts similar to the Daliang Pijia Sect?" Just as Situ Wanli reacted, Yang Chong's fist had already attacked.

Situ Wanli only had time to put away his sword and block.

With one punch, the bronze axe and two swords shattered, and with two punches, Situ Wanli flew backwards.

"What a domineering punch."

A farmer's disciple who rushed into the yard wanted to catch Situ Wanli when he saw this, but just when his hand was about to touch Situ Wanli, Situ Wanli exploded. A fierce fist force broke out of his body and blew Situ Wanli into pieces.

"Impossible." Touman, who was slow because of his poor martial arts skills, arrived late at this time and saw Yang Chong killing Situ Wanli with two punches. He was shocked and wanted to retreat.

However, since he was here, how could he leave so easily? Moreover, Yang Chong would not allow him to leave. With the recoil force of killing Situ Wanli, Yang Chong moved across the air and appeared in front of Touman.

"Go to hell." Realizing that Yang Chong would never let him go, he became even more ruthless out of fear and swung the scimitar in his hand towards Yang Chong's neck.

He was responded with another punch from Yang Chong. The wolf prince was not as strong as Situ Wanli. Yang Chong's punch arrived first, and at the moment when the scimitar was about to fall, the force of the punch had already torn him into pieces.

"Good punch, good punch, it's my turn." Jing Ke, who had dug himself out of the wall, had forgotten his purpose at this time. He shook the dagger and rushed towards Yang Chong. Now he only regarded Yang Chong as his most rare opponent in the past 20 years. As for Situ Wanli and the Nong family, what were they?
At this time, Yang Chong had already rushed into the so-called wolf warriors brought by Touman, killing them one by one with his punch. In a blink of an eye, there were broken limbs all over the ground. When Yang Chong killed the last wolf warrior, Jing Ke's sword finally touched Yang Chong.

"Since you are looking for death, I will grant your wish." Yang Chong turned around and blasted out with the Tiger Roaring Imperial Fist again, directly blasting away Jing Ke's sword power and smashing the sword with one punch. The huge force forced Jing Ke to step back several steps in order to relieve the fierce and domineering power of the Tiger Roaring Imperial Fist.

As Jing Ke retreated, another figure rushed out from behind him. The sharp sword embellished with gems flashed with the heroic spirit of the Prince of Yan. With one strike of the sword, it turned into layers of sword light that enveloped Yang Chong. Under the moonlight and starlight, the inky sword energy was rippling. One sword after another, like one stroke after another, with the turning of steps, a sword energy cage had been formed, and the sword energy kept cutting Yang Chong's body.

But these scattered sword energies could not cause any harm to Yang Chong except cutting his clothes into tatters.

Although the Golden Bell Cover that Yang Chong practiced is not a body-protecting martial art like the Vajra Indestructible Art, it is also a superior martial art in the Nine Yin Scriptures and a first-class horizontal martial art. Supported by Yang Chong's powerful inner strength that far exceeds that of his peers, it can be said to be as strong as iron. Yan Dan wants to use this sword technique that has lost its power to chase after changes to hurt Yang Chong, but he can't do it.

On the other side, although all the people of the Wolf Clan were slaughtered by Yang Chong, only a few disciples of the Farmers' Family, including Situ Wanli, died. The remaining disciples of the Farmers' Family did not dare to attack Yang Chong again, but Yan Lingji and Nong Yu, who stood under the eaves from beginning to end, did not necessarily have the strength of Yang Chong.

Therefore, in the eyes of these farm disciples, the two beautiful women, Yan Lingji and Nong Yu, are Yang Chong’s weak points.

"Heh... am I being treated as a weakling?" Looking at the attacking farmer disciples, Yan Lingji sneered. She might not be able to deal with masters like Wei Zhuang and Yan Dan, but when it comes to dealing with a group of miscellaneous soldiers who haven't even cultivated sword energy, her flame is one of the most terrifying things in the world.

Yan Lingji slapped out with one palm, and the raging flames turned into fire dragons that roared out with bared fangs and claws. The farm disciples then realized that they had misjudged. When the flames were on their bodies, they could not find any way to break through, and could only struggle in pain with wailing.

Seeing this, Nongyu, who was worried just now, turned extremely pale. The breath and wailing emitted from the flames made her look unbearable, as she had never seen such a tragedy. But she also knew that the farm disciple who looked so miserable now was Yang Chong's enemy, and there was no need to sympathize with the enemy. Therefore, although Nongyu clenched her fists because of pity, she did not make a sound from beginning to end. She would not affect Yan Lingji or Yang Chong because of herself.

On another battlefield, when Yan Dan trapped Yang Chong with a sword net, Jing Ke raised his sword and attacked again. Compared with the varied sword skills of Yan Dan, Jing Ke's sword was straightforward, but between these simple sword moves, there was an indomitable sword force. The red sword energy was condensed and pierced directly into Yang Chong in the sword net.

There was a muffled sound, and Jing Ke felt that his sword had pierced Yang Chong's body.

Yang Chong's Henglian martial arts had made him invulnerable to swords and spears. Jing Ke knew this, but he also knew that when facing a Henglian master like Yang Chong, the best strategy was to attack one point. This sword of his was just like that. This sword almost condensed all his strength. Not to mention that Yang Chong's body was as strong as fine steel, even if it was really fine steel, it would be pierced by this sword.

(End of this chapter)