243: C243 Qi and Blood

C243 Qi and Blood

The power of a Witch clan member lay in the power of hatred, but the power of a barbarian cultivator lay in the courage of their blood essence!

The colorful engravings on their skin were the Berserker Marks used by the Berserkers to channel the power of their blood essence.

Just like the vindictive power of the Witch clan, when caught off guard, the Witch clan cultivators could even jump ranks and harm high-rank cultivators. The blood essence of the barbarian race also had a strange power, which could corrupt cultivators' magic tools and corrode their spiritual power while they were fighting.

Yang Junshan had made his preparations when he confirmed that this group of people belonged to the barbarian race. The others didn't know that this group of extremely strange looking mutants was not from this world. Fortunately, the barbarian race didn't have a high cultivation base.

Liu Zhifei continued to take the lead. His magic tool continued to flash in the air. He looked the oldest among the barbarian adult cultivators. He didn't even have enough time to dodge or block. He was smashed into pieces by Liu Zhifei's melon hammer.

However, Liu Zhifei didn't feel the same way as when he killed his opponent. Instead, his facial expression changed drastically, and the corners of his eyes even twitched. An unspeakable pain came from his spiritual consciousness.

Fortunately, Liu Zhifei had experienced a lot in the face of chaos. Even though he had killed one of his opponents and the other barbarian cultivators had rushed towards him, his speed did not decrease at all, and he instantly closed the distance between him and his magic tool. The originally tight connection between him and the magic tool finally began to shake, and the magic tool that he had been continuously summoning finally wobbled and flew back into his control.

Several barbarian cultivators began to mobilize their Qi and blood. However, Liu Zhifei didn't move to defend himself at this time. Fortunately, the other members of the team had already rushed forward and attacked the barbarian cultivators who were besieging Liu Zhifei.

Several of the barbarian youths had been killed by the crowd's spells and divine abilities. However, the crowd was astonished at Liu Zhifei's reaction earlier. They did not know why he had revealed such a huge flaw, but could it be that the barbarian cultivator that he had just killed was so powerful that his spirit power was unable to sustain itself for a short period of time?

Just as suspicion flashed through everyone's minds, they heard Liu Zhifei suddenly shout, "Be careful, these people are a bit strange. They can dirty magical equipment or the bad guys' spiritual sense!"

When they heard Liu Zhifei's reminder, their hearts trembled. However, at this time, they had no choice but to shoot out an arrow from the bow, and could only grit their teeth and unleash their sacred art. At the same time, they poured all of their spiritual energy into the magic tool to protect it.

When Yang Junshan saw these barbarian cultivators, he had seen their strength. Among these barbarians, only the last few middle-aged barbarian cultivators who appeared from their tents were about the level of barbarian warriors. They were equivalent to ordinary warriors, and they were also low level warriors.

The other barbarian youths who had returned from their hunting were considered to be beginner barbarians and were equivalent to mortal cultivators, so they were not worth mentioning. As for those barbarian children, although they had inherited the valiant nature of barbarians, their Berserker Marks had yet to grow and they did not have any strength left in them.

However, Yang Junshan had never used his magic tools since he knew the characteristics of the barbarian cultivators. Moreover, these barbarians weren't worthy of him exposing his second arrow, the Snake-Necked Bow.

Then, his entire body seemed to soar into the air as if he was riding on clouds. Before he even landed, he felt a black shadow flash by in the corner of his eyes, and then he felt a dull pain in his heart, causing all the organs in his internal organs to crumble into dust. Fresh blood spewed out of his mouth along with a large amount of his internal organs, and then he fell to the ground like a rag bag.

Yang Junshan hadn't given his opponent a chance to counterattack. Moreover, he wouldn't even oppose the barbarian cultivator in the slightest.

The magic tool in Xiong Xi's hand had succeeded in injuring a barbarian cultivator. However, the moment Tu Man spat out his blood, he sprayed a mouthful of his spirit blood on her. In an instant, a puff of green smoke rose into the air, and Xiong Xi Yi felt that the magic tool in her hand was like a broken spoon that was filled with spirit power, and it started to leak outwards.

At the same time, Fang Zhonghui also cried out in surprise. This petite female cultivator had always been average in strength in the third squad. He had always been the weakest opponent when he was fighting.

Therefore, he used the second spell that Wang Zong followed and gathered all the power of his Qi and blood around his body. A blood snake formed from the power of his Qi and blood avoided Wang Zong's attack, and flew into the air to bite Fang Hui, who appeared to be the weakest among them. At the same time, that barbarian cultivator was also heavily injured by Wang Zong, and his eyes were filled with despair.

Fang Zhonghui, who had just killed a young cultivator behind Yang Junshan, did not expect that he would be killed so recklessly. He was scared out of his wits and quickly gathered a spell to defend himself, but it was easily torn apart by the snake of Qi and blood. He could not dodge in time and was bitten on the arm by the snake of Qi.

The moment Fang Zhonghui was bitten by the snake made of Qi and blood, he felt as if his entire body was being swept away by a dam bursting. Countless waves rushed around randomly in her body, and finally stirred up the Qi and blood in her body to rush towards her heart.

Qi and blood attacking the heart – this was the most common method of attack used by the magical arts of the barbarian race!

Fang Zhonghui's injury surprised the other members of Squad Three. Other than Yang Junshan, no one else had realized the severity of the situation. They only thought that it was an ordinary injury, and the martial arts that Fang Zhonghui had cultivated had a special effect on the recovery of his injuries.

However, the situation immediately changed. After the group of barbarian cultivators had been completely exterminated, Fang Zhonghui fell backward and started to violently twitch. His complexion immediately turned red, and his face became deathly pale.

"What's going on?" Liu Zhifei had an ugly expression on his face. He originally thought it was just an ordinary bandit, but he didn't expect one accident after another.

The appearance of this group of people was extremely strange. This technique was also very strange, and the round hammer in his hand had a small scarlet imprint on it, which was contaminated by the cultivators who had just been killed by the hammer. The originally smooth surface suddenly became rough and potholed, causing Liu Zhifei, who was preparing his life tool for a round hammer, to feel extremely pained.

Seeing Fang Zhonghui lying on the ground and twitching, everyone was at a loss for a moment because they did not know what was going on.

Seeing this, Qi Zhou wanted to kneel down and channel his spirit energy into Fang Zhonghui's body to help her defend against the injuries in her body. This was also a method of emergency treatment that cultivators usually used.

Unexpectedly, Yang Junshan suddenly stretched out his hand to stop him. Seeing the confused look in Qi Zhou's eyes, Yang Junshan said in a deep voice, "Don't do that if you don't want her life."

Wang Zong took a step forward and said, "Are we just going to watch her die?"

Yang Junshan glanced at Wang Zong but didn't say anything. Xiong Xiyi's magic tool had been corroded by the Qi and blood. At this time, he opened his mouth and asked coldly, "How do you know she will die if you pour spiritual energy into her?"2

Yang Junshan ignored him as well. He crouched down and looked at Fang Zhonghui who was twitching, as if he was observing something.

Liu Zhifei looked anxious, "Little Yang, do you have a way?"

Just as Liu Zhifei finished his sentence, Yang Junshan suddenly struck Fang Zhonghui's abdomen with his palm. Fang Zhonghui, who was twitching on the ground, lifted his head and feet at the same time, and shot a blood arrow three feet high into the air.

"What are you doing …"

Qi Zhou was shocked and angry, but before he could finish his sentence, Fang Zhonghui who was lying on the ground stopped twitching and slowly woke up. He looked at everyone and asked, "What happened to me?"

Qi Zhou quickly squatted down to comfort him. When Yang Junshan stood up, he saw that the others were also looking at the place where Fang Zhonghui had spat out a mouthful of blood. The grass was all dried up by now, and even the ground had been corroded.

Luo Bingkun sucked in a breath of cold air and said, "What a strange magical technique, to be able to injure one's vital energy and blood through the air. Just who are these people? How come I've never heard of them before in the cultivation world?"

Everyone shook their heads as their gazes shifted to Liu Zhifei. Liu Zhifei had personally led the group for this battle. No one had heard anything about it before. Clearly, this was an order he had received from the Heaven Shaking Sect.

Liu Zhifei shook his head upon seeing the questioning look on everyone's faces, "I'm just following orders. I don't know the background of these people, but does Little Yang know anything?"

Everyone looked at Yang Junshan. Yang Junshan naturally did not reveal that he knew about the barbarian cultivator's background, but he said, "I was just a bit concerned with the circulation of blood in my body. I just found out that Miss Fang's circulation of blood was strange, so I took this opportunity to test it out."

Liu Zhifei's eyes lit up when he heard this and said, "It seems like Xiao Yang's body forging technique is extremely profound. Only a high-grade body forging technique and a small portion of high-grade mid-grade body forging technique can accurately calculate the circulation of Qi and blood in a cultivator's body."

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