FVN Chapter 72 Killing the Bull Demon
Chapter 72 Killing the Bull Demon
The young woodcutter brandished his sharp axe.
"I've inquired around; you're the temple keeper of that mountain god, aren't you? If that's the case, if you obediently let me chop off your head, the lives of this tea-selling grandfather and grandson will be spared!"
Zhong Xuan's gaze passed over the young woodcutter's shoulder.
Behind the tea stall's support pillar, the old man held his granddaughter tightly in his arms. The little girl buried her face in his chest, her shoulders trembling.
The snake demon guarding the two held a steel fork, ready to strike at any moment, a scene of blood splattering everywhere.
Behind Zhong Xuan, the Rakshasa woman squinted and sized him up.
She also wanted to see how Zhong Xuan would choose.
As for taking action... Rakshasa didn't feel the need to.
"I have seen many such things."
Zhong Xuan did not put down the soft sword. Instead, he stood even more steadily and his expression became more casual. He gently shook the soft sword, and a cold light flashed across the blade as it trembled slightly. He stood there quietly, as if chatting with his opponent.
"Some people get caught up in all sorts of indecision, and I'm rather curious about how you originally guessed my intentions and what I planned to do?"
Zhong Xuan narrowed his eyes and secretly used his magic to regulate the earth's veins.
He naturally did not believe that the matter could be resolved with just a few words.
Ultimately, the outcome of any event depends on force.
There is more than one way to resolve a matter than through force.
But the safest and most reliable option, with the highest minimum requirement, is still strength.
Whether it's through magical power or various mysterious and supernatural means... in short, if we can protect this tea-selling grandfather and grandson, then we should do our best to protect them.
"Oh?"
The young woodcutter's expression suddenly turned fierce. He was still talking to himself when his axe was already cleaving towards his opponent. The sharp blade whistled through the air, its hissing sound like tearing silk, accompanied by a loud shout.
"I don't care where you're from! If you dare to harm a single hair on my head, that grandfather and grandson will die too! At the very least, they'll bleed on the spot! Their hands and feet will be broken!"
Beyond the malice in the young woodcutter's shouts, there was also an undisguised sense of unbridled pleasure.
Clearly, using the lives of the weak to threaten an enemy one finds extremely displeasing is incredibly satisfying and enjoyable, as long as it pleases one's own will.
But in the shadows, several figures were quietly approaching.
Zhong Xuan's body swayed like a willow branch, and no matter how the young woodcutter chopped at him, he used the increasingly skilled Seven Star Steps and his upper body swayed back and forth, managing to dodge one sharp axe blow after another without the slightest chance.
With each spin, a wisp of dust rose and fell beneath his feet, his figure moving like a ghost through the shadows of the axe.
With a casual chop of the axe, the sharp blade easily sliced through the nearby stone like mud. Even the force generated before the axe touched the ground could plow a single-knuckle-deep cut into the earth.
Some stone dust was thus splashed up, and the fragments of stone flew like hidden weapons, hitting the earthen wall with a thud.
This caused even the grandfather and grandson in the neighborhood, as well as the snake demon, to twitch in fear!
I can hardly imagine what would have happened if they had faced an axe like that—would they have survived a single blow, or perhaps been lucky enough to twist it aside…?
It will be sliced in half in the blink of an eye!
Then the intestines and internal organs explode instantly?
The young woodcutter's axe swings became increasingly unrestrained, as if the air itself was being cleaved and distorted.
As the axe swept past, it emitted a sharp, whistling sound, as if the air itself was crying out in pain, making the scene appear somewhat distorted.
This is precisely the approach of using force to overcome skill.
The Rakshasa woman, standing several dozen meters away, warned with slight surprise, "It's the Flat Mountain Axe Technique! Be careful! Try using your transformation magic to deal with it!"
Zhong Xuan asked curiously, "Pingshan?"
Upon closer inspection, it does indeed have a somewhat similar meaning.
One axe blow after another, each one seemingly simple and unadorned.
There are only three or four simple movements.
He braced himself against the ground, twisted his waist, and swung the axe.
Finally, it was chopped down horizontally, vertically, and diagonally, which was not complicated.
But when the axe blade pressed down, it made a heavy, muffled sound!
It was as if a mountain had been forcibly shortened.
What a fine example of equality!
While Zhong Xuan explored it with curiosity, he found it interesting to observe its spirit or continuous energy.
The key to its effectiveness probably lies in the practitioner's internal energy and magical power coordination.
The young woodcutter, having his flaws exposed in this tactic of using an axe, immediately turned around and burst into loud laughter in shame and anger.
"Hahaha! You've got some sense, young lady!"
The young woodcutter's words were unabashedly insulting and shameful.
"Once I've killed your lover, I'll grab you and use my big axe to dig deep inside you, to see if you still have any secrets!"
At the same time, it also serves to conceal the fact that our partners are quietly approaching from all sides, ensuring the success of this operation.
The Rakshasa woman's snow-white skin beneath her veil flushed pink, and she was about to attack with barely concealed rage. However, seeing that Zhong Xuan was still fighting, she subconsciously restrained her hand from reaching for her waist.
She had no other weapons!
Of the two short swords she carried, one was broken during a fight and was left in the cave to be repaired later, while the other was lent to Zhong Xuan for combat. All she had left was a banana leaf fan.
However, this fan is extremely powerful and consumes a lot of energy. Once it is used, it may also send Zhong Xuan flying. But the two opponents are currently locked in a fierce battle, so she cannot rashly ask Zhong Xuan to dodge.
Rakshasa was worried that it would disrupt the rhythm of the battle and instead trap Zhong Xuan in a series of increasingly powerful attacks.
"Changes...?"
Zhong Xuan glanced around, a thought forming in his mind.
This axe technique is a series of interconnected movements, one force after another. Once unleashed, it is like a raging river or a tenacious old farmer tilling the land. How can one cope with it?
Do we really need to use supernatural powers again?
He dodged again, sensing the axe flash had quickened slightly. The axe blade grazed past his ear, accompanied by a very faint whistling sound.
Just like that, a strand of black hair near her ear was shaved off, merely by the wind from the axe, and her face even felt a slight sting.
A strand of hair, falling halfway down, was then shattered by the force of the next axe blow.
That's really fierce!
Zhong Xuan's eyebrows twitched slightly.
If it weren't for the fact that he had already refined the spiritual energy of half a Purple Ganoderma Fruit in the past twenty days, and hadn't successively mastered dozens of cultivation techniques, and then dissipated his magical power, during which his body had been repeatedly tempered and made far more resilient than that of ordinary cultivators...
The sheer sharpness of the axe wind as it swept past him was enough to slice through his clothes, leaving him covered in blood!
Zhong Xuan inexplicably thought of the woodcutter he had met when he first entered Cuiyun Mountain; the woodcutter seemed to share a similar style and manner...
The difference is that this young woodcutter is even more reckless and... treacherous.
Fortunately, if it really was that middle-aged woodcutter, then it wouldn't be possible to try to negotiate with him first, even though this young woodcutter doesn't seem like someone who can be successfully negotiated to avoid a dispute.
"Hiding, hiding, hiding! How long can you hide?!"
The young woodcutter's momentum grew increasingly violent. Even though Zhong Xuan used the Seven Stars formation on his feet and his footwork was mysterious and skillful, some abnormalities gradually appeared around them, namely, the abnormality of the wind and the earth.
So, he also knew the art of controlling the earth!
In the blink of an eye.
"Get up!"
The young woodcutter suddenly shouted, and there were faint echoes all around.
It turned out to be a few mischievous little devils hiding underground!
No one knows what skill it was, but it was able to cooperate with the young woodcutter and suddenly cause the land around the two sides of the fight to rise high, forming a tall earthen wall.
The wall enclosed both of them.
The churning mud and rocks carried a dull rumble, and the sunlight outside suddenly dimmed, casting large, heavy shadows.
It was just a breath.
This wide fork in the road has become a fighting cage!
Inside the cage, only Zhong Xuan and the young woodcutter remained.
The moment the trap was set, the young woodcutter finally burst into laughter, paused his axe, and propped himself up on the ground with one hand on the handle.
The young woodcutter took the opportunity to catch his breath, but he wouldn't let it go, using words to stab the other man:
"You're beyond saving now! My earth-elemental imps will keep this cage going, so you can't escape even if you want to! If you don't want to die, kneel down!"
Zhong Xuan would never kneel before someone; he was merely curious, and under the other person's smug gaze, he calmly spoke:
"I once met a middle-aged woodcutter whose axe skills were far more refined and powerful than yours, yet even so, he couldn't stop me."
"What is your relationship with him? Why don't you explain clearly? Perhaps, out of respect for him, I might spare your life this time."
Upon hearing this, the young woodcutter flew into a rage and roared:
"Still being stubborn! Looks like you won't soften your tongue until I chop you into hundreds or thousands of pieces! Don't blame me for not giving you a chance to surrender!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the young woodcutter picked up his axe again.
Zhong Xuan finally figured it out.
This man appears reckless and arrogant, but hidden within his rage are treacherous schemes. Even though he is cunning, once he starts swinging his axe, his stance is still incredibly fierce and powerful, cutting through the wind like thunder.
"Perhaps in your eyes, that middle-aged woodcutter is someone you admire, and you've imitated him quite well, but unfortunately, you're still far from it. After all, the self you see and the self I see are never the same..."
Zhong Xuan uttered these words slowly, instantly igniting the other party's pent-up anger.
The young woodcutter's axe suddenly moved three times faster, his face contorted, his eyes turned red, and the cloth wrapped around his head could no longer conceal him.
A pair of blue bull horns, grown wildly from his anger, suddenly protruded from his forehead, making him look even more terrifying.
It really was a monster.
However, it seems that Zhong Xuan guessed right.
They idolized the middle-aged woodcutter, the Bull Demon, but were forever only seen as imitators.
However, at the very moment the seventh axe fell, it was a "mountain-splitting" strike coming straight down.
Young Huayi Jiaxin has pushed Zhong Xuan to the edge of a mud cage.
it is good!
The young woodcutter thought to himself: The enemy has nowhere left to retreat!
Even if you manage to dodge half of the blow to the left or right, you'll at least lose a shoulder or arm on one side.
But at this very moment,
What happened next was completely unexpected.
The boy, cornered, raised his right hand, casually extending his index and middle fingers to meet the incomparably sharp axe blade.
Like two tender buds on a branch in early spring, trying to withstand a sharpened axe.
How could that possibly stop it?
Everyone was hallucinating that the hand would be sliced open.
Like a cleaver, it slices through the perfectly cooked, warm chicken feet.
What happened in the next instant defied everyone's common sense.
The boy gently closed his two fingers, firmly clamping the axe blade that seemed to split a mountain.
The terrifying axe thrust came to an abrupt halt, unable to advance even an inch further.
It seems... extremely incongruous!
"You! What is this?!"
The young woodcutter stared wide-eyed in disbelief.
But he immediately sensed that something was wrong.
His gaze quickly shifted downwards, and that's when he realized...
Before he knew it, the other person's left hand had quietly climbed up and grabbed the middle of his axe handle!
The left hand, gripping with such force, exuded a chilling power and skill that sent shivers down the young woodcutter's spine.
The boy's first counterattack was simply a casual dunk.
So he could no longer chop with his axe!
At the same time, a violent tremor came from the axe handle, which made his hands go numb and involuntarily loosen.
It turned out that Zhong Xuan had used a little bit of vibrational force.
"goodbye,"
Zhong Xuan uttered only these two words.
Immediately, he deftly twirled the stolen axe in his palm, as if it were a heavy weapon.
Before the young woodcutter could even react, he suddenly felt a chill on his neck.
The snow's light was too fast and too bright, unlike the light from an axe.
It is as nimble and light as a sword or knife.
It lacked the terror and overwhelming power of the young woodcutter.
However, its power in the hands of a young man is incomparable to what it once was.
With a single axe stroke, the young woodcutter's neck was cleaved in half diagonally.
In an instant, blood was about to gush out.
I don't want to die!
The young woodcutter roared with shock and anger in his heart, his whole body twisting wildly, his muscles expanding rapidly, tearing his coarse woodcutter clothes to shreds!
In the blink of an eye, the human body transformed into a bull demon with a height of over ten feet. Its muscles were bulging and thick, and the brute force contained in its muscles looked as if... even if there was a thousand-pound bull rock lying in front of it, it could be easily knocked away and crushed with a wave of its hand!
"My head!"
The young woodcutter, who had transformed into a bull demon, opened his mouth and shouted.
But before he could finish speaking, a pair of bull eyes suddenly widened.
The bull demon's head...
As the head transformed back into its demon form, it could no longer hang securely on the neck!
The remaining section where the skin and flesh were still attached was torn apart by the force of the fall...
Hiss.
His entire head slumped down, broken and lifeless.
The atmosphere instantly became deathly still, eerily quiet.
Meanwhile, behind the pillar of the tea stall, the snake demon, who was acting as a henchman, saw this scene and his steel fork trembled violently as boundless fear rose from the bottom of his heart.
The snake demon instinctively pulled its steel fork back, ready to plunge it forward!
First, we'll stab the two tea stall owners, one old and one young, to the core, so as to offset the shock of that horrific scene.
The Rakshasa woman was also nearby, watching with a frown.
This is bad... Zhong Lang killed them too quickly.
This is going to be troublesome!
really,
Several little demons who had been hiding underground, their heads peeking out from the ground, fell silent for a moment before screaming in terror.
"Niu Shisanlang is dead! Niu... Niu Shisanlang is dead!"
"We're doomed! We're doomed! Old Niu's going crazy!"
"Run! Run! We're going to die! We're going to die!"
They were born with large heads and small bodies, and had strange appearances. At this moment, the brains in those big heads were not enough to handle them. Terrified, they screamed and jumped out of the ground, scattering in all directions.