Chapter 440: One Man Defeates an Army

First there were hundreds of punches, then thousands, and then tens of millions of fist shadows were thrown out by Zhang Wuji, transforming into crystal clear white light mixed with red clouds, flying across the entire battlefield.

Standing sideways with his fist clenched, Zhang Wuji couldn't stop gasping for breath, streams of blood accompanied by waves of heat gushed out of his pores. The blood was because he broke through the self-protection valve of his body, and the heat wave was the heat emitted by the friction between his rapid punches and the air. The blood then exploded into a ball of blood mist, which mixed with the spiritual energy around his body, and continued to brew.

The neural worms can not only construct spells, but also have a huge database. Fengdu passed some miscellaneous knowledge and information to Baiyue, and Baiyue integrated them into a large database for the entire neural worm swarm.

As the host of the neural worms, phagocytic worms, Zhang Wuji is constantly absorbing various information. In that huge database, there is a record of a boxing technique.

After being compiled by the neuron worms and combined with Zhang Wuji's own understanding, the power of the stars was drawn and mixed with his own red flames, only then was this unique Fist of the North Star - Fire Dance of Hundred Splits - created.

The red and white fist winds exploded like the brightest fireworks, only they were filled with endless star power and red flames.

The white star power and the red flames collided and twisted, and the fist shadows were like red fire phoenixes, accompanied by sharp piercing sounds as they cut through the air, and scattered towards the barbarians on the battlefield.

The fist shadow disappeared in a flash, stirring up gusts of wind and sand. When the sound of the fist gradually subsided, the battlefield became silent, the wind and sand dissipated, revealing the figures of a group of barbarians.

They looked at the people around them and saw nothing unusual. They then touched the parts of themselves that were hit by the fist and found no pain. They thought to themselves that it was just a silver-plated spear tip, and that the punch was just a bluff. They wanted to kill him while he was sick, so the barbarians were ready to lead their troops and attack again.

"You are already dead!"

At this moment, Zhang Wuji spoke again. As soon as he finished speaking, the bodies of countless barbarians around him kept twisting and convulsing, as if an enormous force was bombarding them. Their flesh and blood exploded, and their bodies were torn into pieces. Bones flew everywhere and fell to the ground. The entire battlefield was filled with the wails of death.

Only then did fireworks explode and scatter everywhere, and the battlefield was filled with a strange smell of meat and burning black smoke.

"This move is too energy-consuming. At least 40% of the energy is consumed in fighting against the air."

"There is still room for improvement. In my opinion, red flames should not be added. Instead, extremely evil demonic energy and poisonous gas should be added. This will maximize the benefits. Anyone who touches it will die. Anyone who touches it will die."

"Not right, not right. I think we should add Gu poison and corpse poison. With one punch, tens of millions of Yin corpse Gu people will stand up. To deal with this kind of group attack, they will only become stronger and stronger. Turn these barbarians into a Yin corpse army, and hundreds of ghosts will march every day."

There was a noisy sound in his mind, and Zhang Wuji felt as if a group of scientific research freaks were having a meeting in his brain. Although what they said was evil, it was very meaningful for reference, so he just let these lunatics argue endlessly.

He looked at the battlefield, where broken limbs piled up in a layer, blood formed a stream, and bones were scattered on the ground, covering it with a coat of flesh and blood.

This killing move was extremely fierce. Once it was used, 90% of the more than 10,000 soldiers of Wanyan Gu's army were killed. The remaining soldiers no longer had the courage to fight. They felt that they were not facing a human being, but a demon crawling out of hell.

Barbarian soldiers and barbarians, with the word "barbarian" in their name, are naturally uncivilized. They are real barbarians, and even their written civilization is not complete. The Haixi Jurchens have two treasures under their control. One is powerful military force and sharp swords, and the other is totem belief, blood belief and pieced-together shamanism doctrines.

Zhang Wuji's current appearance and the corpses scattered on the ground, in the eyes of these barbarians, were no different from the devil in shamanism who ate people's hearts and livers and swallowed souls. At that time, some barbarians dropped their swords and guns, their legs softened, and they knelt on the ground.

They kept chanting and kowtowing, fearing that their souls would be eaten by the devil and they would never be able to be reborn into the tribe again, living a good life of bullying and being the boss. Zhang Wuji looked at the barbarians who no longer had the will to fight, and his heart was not moved at all. How could such pigs and dogs, barbarians who lived by robbing and looting, deserve pity?

He clenched his fist slightly, and a wave of air rolled out, sweeping over the kneeling barbarian soldier. Flames rose from the soldier's chest, and he couldn't even utter a word before being burned to ashes by the red fire from within.

Moreover, sword lights were flashing and golden swords were dancing, turning into a cluster of swords and a ring of swords. Wherever the swords passed, the barbarian soldiers were cut in half and torn into pieces.

A green and miserable breath fell on the battlefield, revealing a gray-robed shaman. He put down the frightened Wanyan Bone in his hand and avoided the smelly smell under the man's crotch with some disgust.

"May I ask if you are a disciple of the Middle-earth Demon Sect?"

The shaman muttered something for a while, and when he saw that Zhang Wuji didn't respond, he remembered that he was speaking the barbarian language, and switched to Chinese and asked again.

He had taken a look before and saw Zhang Wuji killing people without any scruples. One should know that most of the people he killed were mortals, and each of them was a result of cause and effect. If a true disciple of the Xuanmen sect acted like this, his external power would have been damaged long ago.

Seeing Zhang Wuji's decisiveness in killing, dismembering people and slaughtering them with blood gushing out, he was even more convinced in his heart that this man with such a murderous nature must be a demon.

"Who are you to keep talking so much!"

Zhang Wuji sneered, and the sword flew away. The shaman still wanted to show off and establish a friendship. He also had some acquaintances in the Middle-earth Demon Sect, so maybe he could pass on the message.

As for the thousands of dead soldiers, they were just a few mortals, so what did they count for? The barbarians who died in the shaman's drug experiments alone were enough to kill an entire tribe. What's more, his dealings with the Demon Sect were based on the business of buying and selling people and trading souls.

Now that the sword was flying at him, he had no time to speak. He cursed in his heart, and without caring about Wanyan Gu lying on the ground, he raised the human skull hanging on his chest to block the sword light.

As the skull was released, its teeth opened and closed, and it let out a wicked laugh, while spewing out green smoke. Green ghost fires also ignited beside the shaman.

Wanyan Gu, who was beside him, was touched by the smoke before he could react. His whole body turned into a pool of pus and blood, leaving only scattered white bones.

"Before leaving, the Khan told me to protect my brother's life. I didn't expect to run into this murderer when I went out. Now Wanyan Gu died in my hands, but I can't let the news leak out. I can then put the blame on the man on the other side and get away with it."

While the shaman was still thinking about it, he saw a green sword light coming straight in and touching the center of the skull artifact's eyebrows. With just a slight touch, the entire artifact exploded and turned into floating bone powder.

A golden knife came across and extinguished the flame of the ghost fire beside the shaman by a few inches. Before he could use his magic weapon again, the knife light turned at his neck and his head fell to the ground.

A red flame exploded, igniting the shaman's carefully cultivated external spirit, and his soul was burned clean by the flames.

At this time, the battlefield was empty, without a single living person. There was only Zhang Wuji standing there and the ground thickened with bones that were piled up with flesh and blood.

(End of this chapter)