"Barrel" Lu Dechu at this mont resembled a Fla Giant burning with the will to fight, his face completely red like a tomato ripe to the extre, about to burst at any mont, the redness spreading from his cheeks to his neck as if his blood was boiling.
His eyes, though bleary, revealed a madness for battle, like two ghostly flas radiating a terrifying light.
He suddenly raised the wine gourd high, and in his hands, the gourd seed weightless. Throwing back his head, his throat moved violently like a parched riverbed, gulping down the wine from the gourd in one go.
In an instant, his chest swelled dramatically like a volcano about to erupt. Then, exerting force, he sprayed the wine from his mouth with a "whoosh," as if it were a silver arrow, at the dozen or so bandits of the "Thunder God Stronghold."
The droplets of wine, as soon as they left his mouth, seed to be endowed with life and power, instantly transforming into countless deadly hidden weapons.
They flew with a terrifying sharpness through the air, making a "swish, swish, swish" sound like countless angry hummingbirds flapping their wings in rapid flight.
Suddenly, a wrenching scream, as if from the depths of Hell Abyss, resounded. The bandits had no ti to react before being hit by the wine droplets.
The wine droplets were like impeccably accurate bullets, carrying trendous force, hitting their eyes directly.
The bandits’ eyes were instantly blinded by the force of the wine droplets, their eyeballs shattered, with a mix of blood and wine trickling down their cheeks.
anwhile, the powerful impact of the wine droplets broke their noses; the "crack" was clearly audible, and blood gushed from their nostrils like a fountain, filling their mouths as well.
Their faces twisted in agony, looking utterly miserable, like demons crawling out from Human Purgatory, rolling on the ground in fury, screaming in pain. After Lu Dechu’s successful attack, his aura suddenly changed, and he executed the "Celestial Spirit Palm Technique."
His palms moved swiftly, shadow upon shadow, each move carrying the force of a mountain falling.
His hands were like two hard iron plates, sweeping towards the surrounding bandits with a fierce gust of wind.
Wherever the palm wind passed, the air emitted a "hiss" sound.
His moves were fierce and intense, and with every palm strike ca a muffled "bang," hitting so bandits, light enough to break ribs, heavy enough to send them flying several ters, spewing blood from their mouths, unable to rise.
"Bamboo Pole" Jiang Huotian and "Cyan-faced Beast" Yang Feng cooperated like a pair of night ghosts with telepathic connection.
"Bamboo Pole" Jiang Huotian wielded the split iron pole, agile as a leopard freely roaming the deep forest with bizarre movents. His eyes were sharp like an owl’s, carrying an inscrutable chill, focusing his attacks on the lower bodies of the Thunder God Stronghold bandits. His martial arts moves were extrely strange, and each swing of the iron pole ca with a wicked and precise force.
With a wave of his iron pole, a "whoosh" was heard as the pole darted like a nimble viper towards a bandit’s lower body.
The bandit let out a scream like a slaughtered pig, an ear-piercing cry echoing between the heavens and the earth.
His lower body was hit by the iron pole, his body curled up, struggling in pain on the ground, having been castrated into a eunuch.
While attacking, "Bamboo Pole" Jiang Huotian muttered words with a bizarre laugh, making one’s skin crawl, showing the eccentricity of his character.
"Cyan-faced Beast" Yang Feng swung his steel blade, its flash glimring like a silver lightning across the night sky.
Every strike of his blade was accompanied by a "swish, swish" sound of the wind, forcing the bandits around him to keep their distance.
He coordinated with "Bamboo Pole" Jiang Huotian, with Jiang focusing on attacking the lower bodies of the bandits to create chaos, while Yang used the steel blade to clear the obstacles around them. Together they complented each other, causing the bandits of the Thunder God Stronghold to retreat step by step.
Shi Dali’s figure was burly and strong like an immovable mountain, and every step he took seed to make the ground tremble.
He tightly gripped a massive stone club, its surface rough and marked with the patina of age, speaking of its past glory and vicissitudes. He executed the "Cracking Boulder" move, waving the stone club with fierce winds, stirring up a cloud of dust like a small sandstorm.
Wherever the stone club passed, deep pits ford in the ground. As he swung the stone club, he cursed loudly with a thunderous voice: "Fei Wenxing, you despicable old degenerate, how dare you help outsiders attack your own brothers. Today I vow to tear you apart!" His curse echoed between the heavens and the earth, like rolling thunder, making one’s ears ring with a humming sound.
After joining Shi Feiyang, Fei Wenxing was like a man reborn, with renewed energy and spirit.
His eyes showed determination and confidence, his posture upright like a sturdy pine tree that withstands the strongest winds.
At this mont, hearing Shi Dali’s insults, a flicker of anger flashed in Fei Wenxing’s eyes. He snorted coldly, his voice icy and piercing: "You dog curs, for your own selfish gain, you raised a rebellion, causing the people to suffer and live in hardship. Hmph! Tonight I shall act on behalf of Heaven to slay you, this group of villains!" After speaking, the Seven-Star Dragon Abyss Sword unsheathed in his hand.
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