Chapter 469: New and Old Grudges Are Settled Together (End)

"Qingxiu!!!!"

The voice was like weeping blood, and every word was a wail.

The pillar of fire that suddenly rose in the city also exploded in Huang Shilie's heart.

For the first time, he showed a panic expression on his face.

Many people knew the identity of Mingzhi Qingxiu Huanglianggui.

Huang Shilie also knew in his heart that there was a black hand behind Mingzhi Qingxiu.

But he didn't care about all this.

In the eyes of outsiders, even in the Huangshi family, he Huang Shilie was a foolish leader who was bewitched by beauty and willing to become a puppet.

So after the others died tragically, Huangshi Dongtong, who was in despair, was so easily controlled by Sangyan Temple.

But only Huang Shilie himself knew that if Mingzhi Qingxiu hadn't appeared, he would never have the courage to persist today under the fear of Huangtianmen.

To him, Mingzhi Qingxiu was his wife and also his mother.

She was his only hope to survive in this world.

He was sad and his heart died, and he lost his words in anger.

Huang Shilie let out a beast-like growl and suddenly looked back in front of him, staring at Li Jun with eyes that showed no trace of humanity.

Puff!

He rushed forward, letting the spear that had penetrated his body break out from behind his waist. In the splattering blood, he actually approached Li Jun against the spear, extremely fierce.

Li Jun's hair suddenly stood up, and an unprecedented strong sense of crisis rushed from his tailbone to the top of his head. Without any hesitation, Li Jun pressed the tail of the spear in his hand and kicked the spear directly, trying to use the force to lift the opponent's body.

But the spear in his hand did not move at all, but Li Jun suddenly felt a sense of powerlessness like a mortal carrying a mountain on his shoulders.

Boom!

Huang Shilie's fist hit the spear, rising and falling, and two completely opposite violent forces collided wantonly on the spear.

With a crisp cracking sound, the fifth-grade spear broke directly from the middle.

Sharp fragments flew between the two men, tearing armor and flesh, and piercing into the body.

Under inertia, Li Jun's body staggered backwards uncontrollably, but the violent fist shadow had already invaded his sight.

Huang Tian's Eight Skills, boxing thundering!

Huang Tian's Eight Skills, finger skills to penetrate mountains!

Huang Tian's Eight Skills, palm skills moon axe!

Huang Shilie has become a madman, and the soaring fist speed makes him look as if he has six arms on his back. His offensive is like a black cloud, destroying the stronghold and destroying the city.

There is only one thought in his heart, that is, to kill everyone in this city and bury him for Akechi Haruhide!

And this massacre for revenge, Li Jun is just the beginning.

The screams of genes, the wild sounds of suona, the thunder of the heart, the roar of blood.

At this moment, Li Jun's ears are filled with various sounds, excitement, madness, restlessness, and fanaticism, but there is no fear, so there is no escape!

Between life and death, there are no more conspiracies and intrigues, nor are there any grudges or benefits.

Only Du Xing faces the sects directly, Wu Xu against Wu Xu!

The flames in Li Jun's eyes burned with the armor on his body, and the fierceness of Du Xing all the way was boiling at this moment. He saw his right foot stomping the ground violently, forcibly stopping his body from staggering backwards, and his back slightly bent, pulling out the posture of fighting.

Lei Yin against Baji, Yue Fu against Fen Jin, Chuan Shan Po Hai hard against Jian Long Xi Jia!

Jiujie Zheguan controls the dragon and tiger, and the fight with Huang Tianmen explodes with martial arts!

The five internal organs hidden in the two bodies are burning and boiling blood, and the five gods fight against Huang Tian's internal force.

Tigers and leopards bite, dragons and tigers entangle!

The tit-for-tat of genes made Li Jun and Huang Shilie choose the most direct way of fighting, standing opposite each other and letting go.

At this time in their minds, there is no such thing as killing one thousand enemies and injuring eight hundred. Only the enemy is dead, and Du Xing wins two hundred!

The brutal and rough fists were exchanged, and the naked and violent blood was shed.

The fight lasted only a moment, and the two had exchanged hundreds of punches, and the blood was swallowed up by the cracked earth.

Above his head, the bright moon hid the clouds, and the stars were dimmed. He could no longer bear to watch, or dared not to watch, this tragic fight.

On the dark top of Tianbao Mountain, the blood-boiling battle sound suddenly stopped, followed by an extremely dull sound.

Bang!

Li Jun's body was thrown high, blood gushing from his mouth and nose, and the upper body armor was shattered.

The sound of the rushing wind sounded behind him. It was the horse king who was controlling the few parts that could still operate to spray out turbulent airflow, trying his best to relieve the huge impact force wrapped around him.

Li Jun fell heavily to the ground, and his back plowed a deep gully on the ground of the mountain until he smashed a huge rock into gravel, and then he barely stopped.

His exhausted hands trembled uncontrollably, his twisted fists were now a pile of white bones, and the cracks were filled with broken pieces of armor.

Li Junqi sat on the ground, his head lowered, and a mouthful of blood that he could no longer swallow spurted out in front of him.

"It hurts so fucking much!"

The red eyes were still between the warrior's eyebrows, but the light emanating from them had dimmed, and the voice of the horse king trembling in pain slowly came out.

"Hey, Lao Li, are you dead? If you are dead, I will surrender."

After a moment of silence, a weak laugh sounded: "Lao Ma, are you so loyal and righteous?"

Hearing this familiar voice, Lord Ma's heart finally settled down, and he joked: "In the world of martial arts, being able to bend and stretch is the real truth, you kid is still a little naive. Besides, even if I, Ma, am going to die in this life, I will only die from the resentment of thousands of beautiful women who beg me for nothing. How can I die from this invisible and intangible martial arts loyalty?"

"So, you can't die today?"

"Needless to say, you must!"

"Haha."

As soon as Li Jun smiled, he was immediately replaced by a suppressed groan.

The severe pain in his five internal organs made the dragon and tiger essence flowing through his mouth and nose become extremely thin. His breathing became scorching hot, and every swallow made his muscles spasm.

The long-term use of various explosive martial arts has already pushed Li Jun's physique to the limit.

Li Jun raised his hand and touched the tattered clothes on his chest. In the inner lining pocket, there used to be an object similar to a peace lock.

It can withstand the fatal blow of Sequence Four.

This was the money Chen Qisheng gave him to buy his life, and it was completely broken into powder at this moment.

Just now, when Huang Shilie's last punch landed on Li Jun's heart, it was Lord Ma who activated this Taoist weapon at the critical moment and successfully saved Li Jun's life.

"Since we can't die, then we won't die today."

A hoarse laugh sounded from the red eyes: "It's time to end it. My women are still crying for food in the ghost realm!"

Squeak!

Li Jun stuck his five fingers into the ground and stood up with his knees.

Ten feet away, Huang Shilie stood quietly. He was not so arrogant that he disdained to chase the enemy, but he couldn't.

The wound in his abdomen pierced by the spear was bleeding profusely. The ghost tattoos that once covered his body had disappeared with the melting skin, replaced by dense and clear fist marks.

It was because his "ghost body" was broken in the Buddha Kingdom that he lost his physical advantage in the standing attack just now and was also seriously injured.

Although he was not exhausted, he was also at the end of his strength.

Looking at Li Jun who stood up again, Huang Shilie did not wonder why the other party was not dead. There was only the boiling animality in his empty eyes.

He grinned, showing Li Jun a mouthful of blood-stained teeth.

Once, Akechi Haruhide was the collar on Huang Shilie's neck, and also the pillar that maintained his will.

Now, Huang Shilie, who was disdained by others, has been wiped out, and the "human" Huang Shilie no longer exists.

What is left is only a bloodthirsty beast.

The moment their eyes met, the figures disappeared at the same time!

Bang! Bang! Bang!

A series of piercing sonic booms sounded in different directions, and the turbulent wind blew the gravel on the ground everywhere.

Two figures chased and ran, colliding back and forth, but one of them was obviously much slower.

The wind stopped, and the figure appeared.

Li Jun's fists were tightly grasped in Huang Shilie's palms. In the contest, he was obviously at a disadvantage. The bones of his wrists snapped and bent upwards, and it was already at the point of being broken!

At this moment of imminent death, Li Jun's blood-stained face suddenly turned red, and the heartbeat in his chest suddenly increased, as if the mechanical heart of the military order entered overclocking.

Zheguan method, 100%!

What flesh and blood pain, what mental fatigue, all disappeared at this moment.

The pupils in Li Jun's eyes suddenly expanded, and the extreme excitement made him laugh out loud.

He flipped his wrist and directly broke free from the grip of Huang Shilie's ten fingers. His palm slid up along the opponent's arm, directly grasped the back of Huang Shilie's head, pressed down with force, and at the same time raised his knees and hit Huang Shilie's face like a bell.

There was no qualification to scream, only the horrifying sound of bones collapsing and breaking spread in the air.

Huang Shilie's burly body was thrown back, but his backward steps stopped abruptly.

His left foot had been stepped on by Li Jun at some point!

There was no room for breathing, and the close combat was still tight.

Crack.

Li Jun snapped his wrist and broke his right arm. The broken muscles made a crackling sound like a bowstring breaking. He kept moving and elbowed Huang Shilie's unrecognizable head in a short time.

The terrifying death made Huang Shilie incredibly get rid of the strong dizziness caused by the knee strike. He bent down and lowered his head, avoiding the elbow strike while punching Li Jun's abdomen with his left fist.

Bang!

A mouthful of hot blood sprayed on Huang Shilie's face, but in the red vision, he saw a face that was still grinning.

They were all beasts who had forgotten the sense of pain, and their fangs had already bitten into each other's flesh.

Li Jun's hands were like iron pliers, tightly holding the fist that was stuck in the abdomen, and he pushed down at a very fast speed, and then pushed up, crippling Huang Shilie's only remaining left arm, and kicked him out with one foot.

Clang!

Li Jun bent over and ran wildly to catch up. The broken black armor on his body, which had become a burden, broke away by itself and smashed into the smoke and dust with a clang. He reached out and grabbed the half-broken spear stuck in the ground, and the sharp edge chased Huang Shilie's eyebrows.

A little cold light instantly magnified in his vision. Huang Shilie, who had lost both arms, could only barely turn sideways and use his shoulders to meet the opponent's sharp edge.

Puff!

The spear entered the flesh, but it was not as powerful as before. It was stuck in the bones and could not move forward.

Li Jun's vision began to become blurred. The backlash of the full-open stinging official method began to appear, and he didn't have much time left.

"Roar!"

Huang Shilie seemed to have noticed the weakening of his opponent's momentum. A shrill roar burst out from his throat and raised his foot to Li Jun's heart!

Bang!

Bang!

The two exchanged a kick and flew backwards to both sides at the same time.

The broken spear rubbed against the bones and was pulled out, bringing out a splash of blood and flying up.

Li Jun clenched his teeth, resisting the waves of weakness that came over him, twisting his back and waist, and running again the moment he landed.

See the dragon take off its armor!

There was no more dodging or ferocious counterattack, and the punch landed heavily on Huang Shilie's chest.

The sound of fists colliding was like the last drumbeat at the end of a song.

The lingering sound spread, and the heroic spirit could not hide the sadness.

"You win"

The beast in Huang Shilie's eyes had faded, and in the last flash of light, he regained his identity as a human.

Although the collapse in his chest was creepy, he still stood straight, and his angry tiger eyes were still unruly.

"But I didn't lose to you, but to that old dog Huang Qinlong. If he really regarded me as his apprentice, then the one who fought with me here today would not be you, but his heroic master Su Ce, do you believe it?"

Li Jun remained silent, staring at the other party calmly.

"How could I say such cowardly nonsense?"

Huang Shilie shook his head and laughed: "It seems that living is really a boring thing. I have been in this fucking world enough. If you still have the strength, hit me again and send me to death early!"

Huang Shilie's neck veins burst, and he roared in a fierce voice: "Come on!"

Li Jun did not punch again, but slowly exhaled a mouthful of hot blood.

It's not that he can't bear it, but he doesn't need it.

The last light disappeared quickly, and the light in Huang Shilie's eyes seemed to be drained away in an instant. His lips moved and made a sound as thin as a mosquito's hum.

"If she still has a body left, please help me find a cherry tree to bury her."

When he saw Li Jun's head moving up and down slightly, Huang Shilie showed a relieved expression, and his broken body slowly sank, and his bent knees fell to the ground.

"Thank you, thank you."

Huang Shilie's head drooped weakly, and his body fell forward on the ground, but at the moment when his forehead was about to hit the ground, he was caught by a palm.

Da... Da.

Drops of blood dripped through Li Jun's fingers, smashing the dust floating in the air into the soil.

The dust has settled.

He gently laid down Huang Shilie's body and closed his eyes.

After doing all this, Li Jun sat cross-legged next to the body with his eyes closed, as if he was sleeping soundly.

At this moment, the fighting in the world has stopped, and the moonlight finally dared to explore the clouds, shining a little cold light on the silent mountains and the scattered gravel on the ground.

The night wind passed through the torn trees, making a shrill sound like the howling of mountain ghosts.

Someone died, someone cried.

I don't know how long it took, but on the ink armor helmet that fell in the distance, a little red light slowly lit up.

Lord Ma controlled his body and raised his eyes, but was shocked to see Li Jun sitting cross-legged on the ground, his life or death unknown.

And behind him, there was a huge black shadow squatting!

"Who the hell are you? Stay away from my brother, Lord Ma! If you dare to hurt him, believe it or not, Lord Ma will hit you with one stick and send you to heaven?!"

"Why do your words sound so familiar to me? To what heaven? Is it awesome?"

The mountain-like black shadow slowly approached, and Lord Ma finally saw the other party's figure clearly in the moonlight.

A huge black armor with an extremely domineering aura!

"Who am I? You can call me Lord Chi."