lethal arsenal

Chapter 140 The Injustice and the Debt

Wang Yihuai's facial expression did not change at all because of the tall figure rushing out of the dense forest.

There is no fear, no panic, as if the emotions of normal people are missing.

Standing on top of a big rock, he took a sip of the dark vitality in the world.

What is vitality?

Wang Yihuai didn't know either.

But he firmly believed that vitality must exist.

It is a completely different path from ordinary martial arts practice.

Ma Xinyi, Lin Dong, or other martial arts masters who practiced, such as Wu Youwei, Zhu Fengkui, etc., all practiced internal strength.

The more advanced point is to transform the inner strength into the stellar energy.

The supporters of Yuan Qi theory believe that there is a kind of Yuan Qi energy everywhere in the world, and they should absorb Yuan Qi into the body.

It sounds very similar to Taoist Qi training, but in today's world, few people can truly capture vitality.

Therefore, this theory has been controversial since the end of Ming Dynasty.

Wang Yihuai, he is a person with a vested interest in the theory of vitality practice, and at the same time a firm believer in the "Wang Chuanshan Suicide Notes", the Yuanqi Party.

He has really absorbed vitality and made some adjustments to his body.

When Zeng Guofan was studying politics in the Xiangchu area in the early days, he opened the Qing court banned books and displayed a small part of the content that had been erased from the Sikuquanshu.

The main content of the display part is Wang Fuzhi and various classics of the thoughts he taught. It is precisely because of Lao Zeng that Wang Yihuai had the opportunity to come into contact with "Wang Chuanshan Suicide Notes", read and understand them, and turned them into the foundation of his life.

Wang Fuzhi put forward the theory of the unity of heaven and earth, the theory of vitality, and believed that the vitality of heaven and earth is everywhere and connected with all things. What he opposed was the theory that there is nothing outside the heart.

Wang Yihuai was a boy picking herbs in his early years and had read books, but not many Confucian books, and more medical books.

After joining the White Lotus Sect, he had access to a huge amount of knowledge, so he changed his name to Yihuai.

Because during the Qianlong period, the White Lotus Sect had a leader named Wang Sanhuai.

He boasted that he couldn't compare to the leader of the past, and wanted to show that he stood out from the crowd, so he took a name like Yihuai.

The leader can have three locust trees, and he has one, which is not as powerful as the leader of the past, but he can barely have a third, such a simple and practical meaning.

He prefers miscellaneous books, he is not good at Four Books and Five Classics, he likes Six Arts, Yuan Qi Theory, especially the latter, he is crazy about it.

Even if you go out to do errands, you always carry a few volumes of scriptures with you.

I have practiced martial arts.

The protector of the White Lotus Sect said that he had mediocre aptitude, but in the end he achieved results and became number one.

Half of the martial arts he learned were handed down by Our Lady of Promise, and half were honed by himself in combination with "Wang Chuanshan's Suicide Notes", and his practice has yielded results.

Venerable Maitreya once praised him highly, he is a rare Confucian general, the number one among the juniors.

now.

The devil-like figure rushed out of the woods, and the leaves flew all over the sky.

"Don't hoard arrows and shoot quickly, three teams change crossbows!"

Wang Yihuai let out a low growl, and at the same time, he fired three arrows in a row, exerted force with his right arm, and passed it between his wrists. The big black iron bow was drawn into a full moon.

The tough iron bow hummed as if it couldn't bear the force.

The next moment, the feather arrow shot out like lightning.

duh duh!
Arrows in the shape of characters of characters fly.

A look of coldness flashed across Lin Dong's face. On the mountain road, the archer who was wearing light armor and had a handsome skin made him particularly unhappy.

Especially the man who looked more like a scholar than a general, and commanded a large group of archers to beat him.

To capture a thief, first capture the king, and the same is true when killing an enemy. You must first kill the general of the opponent's army.

Lin Dong blocked the arrow with both hands to protect his eyes, and blocked an arrow pointing at Zhao Zi with his arm. There was a white spot on his arm, and the arrow was bounced away.

The other two spiral arrows pierced hard into the chest.

The energy flowed, and a bunch of white hairs stood up like steel needles, and it seemed to be covered with a steel armor, and the arrows pierced it and made a dull sound.

Although it didn't break the defense, it was very painful. In analogy, it was like being pricked by a needle.

The more painful it was, the more joyful his heart became. Lin Dong let out a long and terrifying howl, and the fierceness in his eyes almost overflowed.

On the mountain road, there were many archers, shouting angrily and anxiously.

Among these various noises, there was a hint of being intimidated.

"die!"

Lin Dong let out a stern voice, and smashed down his huge fist like a shooting star.

Arrows are useless.

The arrows shot seemed to scrape through the dense forest, but it had no effect on this beast-like man.

Even your strongest arrows may not be able to pierce the opponent's defense.

Wang Yihuai couldn't suppress the grief and indignation in his heart, he took a step forward, pulled out the side saber from his waist with a clang, knowing that he was invincible, he still screamed and slashed fiercely.

The light of the knife swept up.

Wang Yihuai vaguely saw the beautiful face of the Holy Mother of Splitting Mountain, "Give me two or three bow guards, no matter what the Holy Maiden leaves behind, I can wipe them out. Sister Holy Mother, let them go down the mountain with you."

At the beginning, Wang Yihuai remembered that he was so assured, so swearing, that he almost patted his chest and said these words.

The Holy Mother of Splitting the Mountain smiled, and with a voice like gurgling water, she said softly, "I believe in you, Yihuai, but things can't be done as you said."

Click!

The waist knife was smashed into two pieces by the huge iron fist in an instant.

When Wuchou's great force came, Wang Yihuai's tiger's mouth opened, his arms trembled, and half of the blade swirled and flew into the sky.

This punch continued to sterilize, and after a metal whine, it hit Wang Yihuai's chest fiercely.

Cough cough, first spit out a mouthful of blood.

"After all, it is disappointing. It seems that you are right."

This was the last thought in Wang Yihuai's mind, and then his eyes dimmed, and he fell on his back.

His face was more or less delicate, and he could no longer talk about demeanor. Countless tiny drops of blood seeped out from the pores on his face and hands, and this young man who was implyed by Venerable Maitreya as the most promising disciple of three generations, He was beaten into a plasma man with a terrifying face.

Even the light armor on his body was soaked in blood. One could imagine how terrifying the power of Lin Dong's punch would be!
He even directly broke Wang Yihuai's theory of vitality cultivation.

Inhale the vitality of heaven and earth?

The martial artist of the theory of vitality is the tyrannical martial artist who has not followed the path of the four major training.

Wang Yihuai couldn't control the muscles of his body to release this terrifying force, and he used his physique to resist Wu Chou's force.

The whole person turned into a waterfall of blood, and as soon as the pores opened, there was a splash, and the blood flowed out completely in a few breaths, covering the floor with paint.

Lin Dong didn't feel any joy after killing the opponent's leader with a single punch.

To put it bluntly, it seems that such unknown people can't arouse his interest at all.

At this moment, a group of three, a full three groups, lightning-like crossbow arrows, shot over quickly.

Lin Dongmeng turned his head, and saw several archers on the side of the mountain road, in a half-kneeling position, holding huge military crossbow arrows, aiming at his house, and quickly pulled the trigger.

"Tsk, what a hassle."

"These guys, don't they understand that bows and crossbows can't hurt me at all?"

"The main general is dead, still fighting?"

"Hey, are you worthy of the salary paid by Venerable Maitreya?"

He really wanted to rant a few words like this, but the arrows arrived in no time.

Lin Dong stepped on the ground, trying to slam into the position of the team of crossbowmen.

The moment he bowed his waist, the leaves attached to the Yin-Yang coir raincoat flew up.

next moment.

call!
The blade was pierced by the flashing arrow, and it hit Lin Dong's shoulder straight.

"what?"

Lin Dong let out an exclamation, as if he hadn't expected that the power of the crossbow bolts would surpass that of lead bullets in the conventional sense.

Although it didn't cause much damage, it did penetrate the flesh.

Arms, arms, shoulders, and thighs all numb slightly, and several large holes were pierced in a good Yin Yang mino, and the arrow was bounced off immediately.

Lin moves the tiger into the flock.

Clang!

The blade was clear, and the archer drew the sword with the intention of fighting for his life, and a strong and indelible despair flashed in his eyes.

Kachi, blood gushed from the corner of his mouth, Lin Dong then crushed the opponent's Adam's apple, and went straight to the next target.

The archer stared angrily, clutched his neck tightly, and widened his eyes, as if he wanted to remember the appearance of the murderer.

Revenge in the next life!

The archer fell to the ground unwillingly, and saw the last scene before he died—no matter what kind of arrow was broken with his bare hands, his fist hit him, his skull was shattered, his teammates' bodies flew up like rags, and fell heavily again Falling, the sky is full of broken knife tips.

The brothers who used to sing and laugh together were all beaten to death by the wicked.

The entire mountain road, high stone steps, blood-stained, messy, like Shura hell.

Lin Dong killed heartily, and only after he came back to his senses did he realize that he had not left a single one alive.

"Ashes to ashes, ashes to ashes, grievances have leaders, debts have owners, if you don't accept it, just turn into a ghost and come to me."

He looked around and said this, with a murderous look on his face, like an evil ghost crawling out of Shura Hell.

The wind spread the smell of blood throughout the wilderness, and Lin Dong walked towards the Taoist temple without slowing down.

(End of this chapter)