Chapter 459: The farmer punches three times with murderous intent

Xuanfu city was in a mess, with barbarian soldiers causing chaos. Only Li Shu took the lead and came to stop them. The bones in his hands broke through the flesh and blood and turned into bone whips, bone thorns, hammers, spears, swords and other weapons with endless uses.

Often, when a barbarian soldier blocked the incoming bone knife, before he could counterattack, the knife would change out of thin air, suddenly growing several meters long, turning into a long weapon such as a spear or a halberd, piercing his heart. As soon as he blocked the long weapon, the bone soldier would suddenly explode, turning into bone nails that flew out, leaving behind a pile of dead bodies.

The bone whip wrapped around him, grew barbs, and pierced into the human body. Suddenly, bone spurs and meteor hammers grew out of it, smashing the barbarians into meat paste. Just the length and weight of the weapon allowed Li Shu to transform into a killing weapon, blocking the footsteps of countless barbarians.

What's more, the barbarian soldiers who died under his blade immediately had their flesh and blood drained away, turning into white skeletons. The skeletons had iron bones, and when they were chopped down by his sword, only a white mark was left, and the blade of the weapon was bent.

As the fighting became more intense, not only did the number of skeleton soldiers increase, but as the number of lives lost on their hands increased, they began to change. A hint of black appeared in the white bones, and they were transforming into bones of fine iron and steel.

Li Shu laughed loudly. As a leader among the Taoist soldiers, he had a good character and was more adaptable to the changes in himself. Not only did he not resist, but he developed together with them. Now, surrounded by the bone soldiers, he looked like the Skeleton King, the Lord of the Dead, who caused the undead disaster.

And behind the Jurchen army, there was a Taoist soldier showing his magical powers. A murmur was heard, and the Taoist soldier waved his hands. Black clouds flew out from his sleeves, making a buzzing sound. Upon closer inspection, they were actually tiny flying insects.

This flying insect specifically drills into people's mouths and noses. Once it enters the human body, it releases its own pheromones, which have a strange and fragrant smell and make people drowsy, hence the name sleepyhead.

There was a soldier with bare hands and a simple and honest look, like an old farmer who had just finished working in the fields. He grinned at the barbarians charging at him.

"Farmer three punches!"

After shouting, he threw a punch after another, and after three punches, he knocked the barbarian away. Looking at the barbarian soldiers rushing towards him again, he got up his boxing stance and threw punches one after another.

"Farmer three punches!"

"Farmer three punches!"

"Farmer three punches!"

He only threw three punches, not one more, and used this one trick to defeat the enemy. However, one could see with the naked eye that the Taoist soldier had grown a little bigger, with piled up muscles and bulging veins.

"My farmer's three punches abandon all other techniques and spells, only for the purpose of accumulating momentum. Every time I throw three punches, my momentum will become stronger. The accumulated energy will feed back into the body, forcing the host's flesh and blood to evolve. The spirit will drive the qi, and the qi and spirit will force the growth of the essence, thus achieving the effect of increasing the three treasures of essence, qi and spirit simultaneously. Theoretically speaking, as long as I keep punching, it is no problem to pierce the sky with one punch."

A neuron was gloating in the mind network: "It's a pity that I still have no idea how to break through the threshold limit of the flesh. Otherwise, just by punching, I can grow step by step into a god or demon who proves the truth with strength, and a big muscle man who becomes holy in the flesh. When I integrate the Sleeping Arhat Fist into the host's subconscious, as long as the soul is immortal, the body will continue to punch. After learning a million punches, the fist intention will emerge. This punch of mine has the power of millions of punches. What can you use to block it!"

There was a psychopath who said disdainfully: "Your unique way of forcing the body to grow is an evil method. If you are not careful your body will die suddenly. If it weren't for the fact that the Red Flame Taoist soldiers can withstand the torture, they would have been blown into meat paste long ago. Look at me. The three ways of essence, energy and spirit are developed simultaneously, that is the kingly way!" There was a Taoist soldier who was rushing around on the battlefield, muttering to himself, using some kind of energy-sucking method, the North Sea Divine Art, the Blood Essence Magic Art and so on, which he used in turn. All the soldiers who passed through his hands had their essence and blood drained out, their flesh and blood taken out, leaving only a pile of dried corpses.

The essence, blood, and flesh nourished his primordial spirit, turned into his essence, strengthened his physique, and boosted the true energy in his body. Every time he killed a person, his demonic intent became stronger. The demonic intent eroded his will, shaping it into a mind of steel. The more cruelly he killed, the stronger his demonic intent became. The stronger his demonic intent became, the heavier his murderous intent became. He then used his strong will to control the demonic intent and true energy in his body. Even if the people in front of him were the elderly, the weak, women, or children, his murderous intent could not be reduced in the slightest. Everything could be killed, and there was no end to his improvement. The more he killed, the stronger he became.

'With my great skill of life and death, and my magic power, I can kill millions of people. In the end, I will condense into a supreme magic thought that is free of desire and thought, and I can kill even the sky!'

The psychopath watched the Taoist soldiers kill several times. The originally white true qi was gradually stained with blood due to excessive killing. The true qi became more and more condensed, and finally, it broke through the critical point. The true qi turned into true essence, with greater killing power. Even turning into devil essence that could compete with magic power was just around the corner. He couldn't help but laugh.

The Jurchen army not only gathered a group of ordinary barbarian soldiers from the tribe, but also shamans who followed the army. However, these shamans also had different factions, and their colleagues were their biggest enemies. Since the shaman had won the favor of Wanyan Shu and had mastered witchcraft, they naturally would not come forward to get in the way.

Now that the shaman had been beheaded by a Jingzhe Order, the other wizards immediately became motivated, and seeing that the rear army was in chaos and a group of people suddenly appeared out of nowhere to rush into the battle, they could no longer hold back and rushed out together to stop the enemy.

"Hurry up and inform the mages in the tribe and all the tribes to kill all the bandits who rushed into the battle. Bring them my golden decree and ask them to do it. From now on, all the Jurchens will respect it as the state religion and allow them to take whatever they want."

Wanyan Shu shouted hurriedly that there were several great shamans accompanying the Jurchen army. Unlike the mages who were more like witch doctors than wizards and could be ordered around by him, these great shamans were the real practitioners on the grassland and the reserve force to deal with the righteousness of Middle-earth.

Although he was the Great Khan of the Jurchens, he was still a mortal after all. Those shamans with shallow cultivation could be surrounded and killed by the army, while those with profound cultivation would treat the army as nothing. If they could not defeat them, they could just strike back and flee far away. By nibbling away at them bit by bit, they could consume the army without any cultivators.

He respected and feared these shamans, fearing that if they became too powerful, the entire Jurchens would become their vassal. Even the shamans from the Jurchens' own tribes could not be trusted, so he was on guard from the beginning.

But the situation is serious now. If I hesitate any longer, I will lose my life. Without my life, my grand plans will be useless. I can only give up my power and wealth first, and then work on them slowly in the future.

"Hahaha, don't be so arrogant, you thief, how can you bully me, there is no one on the grassland!"

Sure enough, as soon as the order was delivered, the great shaman who had been watching coldly took action. A voice sounded, and several figures jumped out. One of them went to Xuanfu City, waved his hand and smashed dozens of skeletons that were half white and half black, which were about to turn into iron bones. They fell in front of Li Shu and confronted him.

More of them floated to the back to deal with the attacking Taoist soldiers and clean up the mess. A tall shaman flashed out and fought with the Taoist soldier who made the farmer three punches. The Taoist soldier's momentum was interrupted, and his momentum dropped again and again. Except for his increasingly huge body, he no longer had much divine power.

Another person stopped the Taoist soldier with evil thoughts and stretched out his hand to break the blood-colored true essence. The Taoist soldier who was eroded by murderous evil thoughts suddenly regained some clarity and looked coldly at the enemy.

For a moment, the battlefield was silent again.

(End of this chapter)