Volume 1: Wild Beasts, Changes Begin Chapter 34: Starting Over
No matter how thrilling the battle between the cliffs is, it will only be more powerful when it spreads into the valley. When it reaches the top of the cliff, it can easily be mixed up and covered up by the shouts of thousands of people.
When a hand climbed up the cliff, no one noticed. But when Fang Yunhan stood on the cliff, holding up the bloody corpse and making an announcement, everyone's attention was drawn to it.
"Your leader is dead, are you still going to resist?!"
This sentence contained a deep inner strength, and it was clearly transmitted throughout the entire battlefield. There was a faint echo under the cliff, overlapping and lingering for a long time.
"Your leader is dead~~"
"Do you still want to resist~~"
That was indeed Fan Changan's body.
The Nine Yin Divine Claws combined with the Soul-Transferring Art were almost profound, but were eventually blocked by Fang Yunhan, who had broken through the Soul-Transferring Art with a single punch. The power of the claws, which twisted and shook, and the elastic force of the iron fingers, just enough to hurt Fan Changan's heart.
A poor move on the cliff led to the breakdown of the connection between the true energy and irreversible defeat.
"No!" When everyone just turned their eyes away, Yang Pinting recognized her husband in just one glance, and her mind was immediately in chaos. Seven long swords flashed coldly around her, and in a blink of an eye, they stabbed her hands and legs, causing her two swords to fall out of her hands and she fell to the ground.
Yang Pinting's reaction undoubtedly confirmed Fang Yunhan's words. The battlefield suddenly became quiet, and the people from the Sun and Moon Sect all showed signs of retreating.
In order to ensure the loyalty of this group of elite subordinates, Fan Changan often personally participated in training and guidance over the years, and displayed his martial arts in front of them. The effect of doing so made these 800 believers of the cult worship him as a god, and they would go through fire and water without hesitation as long as Fan Changan gave an order.
But everything has its pros and cons. Fan Changan's death has dealt a severe blow to the mentality of these cult members. Most of them have the idea of fleeing, while a few have developed hatred and intended to seek revenge, but were stopped by people around them.
Tie Bodhi suddenly kicked away a monk in front of him and shouted, "The leader is injured, everyone follow me..."
boom!!
Before Tie Bodhi could finish his words, Fang Yunhan suddenly rushed ten meters away and punched a cage on the edge of the cliff.
These cages were originally used to imprison masters from various sects. They were all made of logs. The thinnest of them was as thick as a strong man's thigh. In total, the weight of a cage was probably over a thousand pounds. But at this moment, with Fang Yunhan's punch, the entire cage suddenly fell apart. All the wood on the upper and lower sides was scattered and flew out because of the force of his punch.
Tie Bodhi quickly waved his hands to move the log, and suddenly his eyes darkened. He saw Fang Yunhan suddenly appear on the shoulder of the big monk in front of him on the right among the flying logs, looking down from above and slapping him down with one palm.
Shaolin Kung Fu has always been strong. Tie Bodhi refused to give in. He used his powerful Vajra Palm, exhaled and shouted, then met the attack with a palm.
Bang!
Tie Bodhi's whole body shook, and he knelt on the ground with a confused look on his face, bleeding from all his seven orifices, and died.
"If anyone doesn't believe it, come and see!"
Fang Yunhan killed another master with his hands, and with murderous aura overflowing, he stood up straight on the shoulder of the big monk. The monk also cooperated very well and straightened his back.
"Fan Changan is dead, do you still want to die?"
This time, with the height of two people's bodies, plus Fang Yunhan's raised arm, the height of Fan Changan's body was high enough for everyone on the battlefield to see it.
The followers of the Sun and Moon Sect were in a panic for a moment, and suddenly, they heard a scream from somewhere.
"Run quickly, spread out, they can't catch up."
This shout was like a stick that startled the birds in the forest.
The believers, who numbered less than 800, scattered in a hurry.
Disciples from various sects immediately chased after them with swords and knives. However, the Sun and Moon Sect members, in the process of escaping, hacked and injured the horses gathered on the official road, and the horses immediately galloped away, and the scene became a mess.
Whether it was the roar of people and the neighing of horses , or the sound of swords and knives chasing each other, in short, the noisy sounds were getting farther and farther away from this cliff.
There were only twenty or so elite members from various sects left here guarding Zen Master Fakong and others, as well as Robert Kuok, Mo Taichong and others who had just been injured.
Fang Yunhan jumped down from the big monk. He looked so majestic just now, but he staggered slightly when he landed.
His internal energy was still sufficient, and his magical skills seemed to have reached perfection, with his ability progress pushed up to 99%. However, because there were many scars on his limbs, the wound on his knee was pulled when he landed, and the blood on his trouser legs was even darker, he looked a little disheveled.
Mo Taichong was nearby and quickly helped him up.
Fang Yunhan smiled and said, "Fortunately, you pretended to be one of their men and encouraged them to escape. Otherwise, the victory or defeat of this battle would not be so easy to determine."
"Five of the seven elders ran away, which is a nuisance after all." Feng Qingyang walked over with a pale face.
Duan Wangsun had already died under his sword. The One Yang Finger that was designed to seal Feng Qingyang's fatal point didn't even touch the corner of Feng Qingyang's clothes, but the final blow on Feng Qingyang's sword blade caused him some internal injuries.
"They can't accomplish anything." Mo Taichong said, "Yu Longzi seems to be chasing that lone man with a sword. Do you want to help him?"
"No need, several Taoist priests from Wudang have chased him, and he can't escape."
Zen Master Fakong brought the remaining martial arts masters and disciples over to thank Fang Yunhan.
Several Beggar Gang disciples took the corpse from Fang Yunhan and searched Fan Changan's body, only to find a few pieces of parchment.
Fang Yunhan said: "I'm afraid it was shattered during the fight just now."
"It's better to break it. This matter is over now." Zhao Dapeng looked at Fan Changan, then at the blood-stained cliff, sighed with an inexplicable feeling, and said, "I can finally go back and offer sacrifices to the former gang leader and the elders."
"Hmm." Fang Yunhan, Feng Qingyang, Mo Taichong and the others looked at each other and laughed, "So, you don't want the treasure map anymore?"
"Ah?" Zhao Dapeng was confused and pointed at Fan Changan's body and asked, "The one you gave him was fake?"
"What we gave him was indeed real, but as for treasure maps, no one stipulates that there can only be one copy." Fang Yunhan said, "We copied a copy in advance and hid it."
Everyone was about to set out to look for him. Before leaving, Fang Yunhan held Zhao Dapeng and discussed a few words. After they had made their decision, he looked back at Fan Changan's body and said in silence, "I don't have a white jade tombstone for you, but considering your extraordinary martial arts, you should stay with this empty valley and cliff. You can also look at Yueyang City from afar, and I think you won't be alone after death."
There now appeared an unknown grave on Pingyu Cliff.
Two hours later, Fang Yunhan and his companions, whose wounds had been simply bandaged, arrived at an ancient temple hundreds of miles outside Yueyang City.
Under the wall of the backyard of the ancient temple, through a gap cut by a sharp sword, he found the handwritten treasure map wrapped in oil paper.
Almost all the masters of the Sun Moon Sect were eliminated. Yang Pinting was taken away by the Wudang people. Master Fakong and his men were seriously injured, so they all went back to their homes. Zhao Dapeng took Gongsun Changze's head back to the Beggars' Sect's mourning hall.
The next day, a team composed entirely of young people set out again. This time, there would be no more insurmountable dangers from Yueyang to the capital.
