Attack

"You only know one side of the story, not the other."

Ji Boying withdrew his finger, and Guo Jing and Huang Rong had already stood up.

Feeling the smooth flow of energy throughout his body, with his internal energy circulating freely in his meridians and his injuries no longer causing pain, he was overjoyed and his face beamed with a smile as he repeatedly thanked Ji Boying.

Ji Boying turned to the crowd and said, "My internal strength is now far superior to that of Master Yideng, Guo Jing, Huang Rong's injuries have been partially healed by circulating my internal energy."

"In this way, healing them is like pouring water from the ocean into a stream, so I don't need to expend much of my energy. The internal energy I used up in this short time can be recovered in three to five breaths."

After hearing what Ji Boying said, everyone praised him repeatedly.

Hong Qigong and Huang Yaoshi were having a lot of internal discussions.

After not seeing him for several months, just how far has Ji Boying's skill level gone?

Could it be... could it be that they have already reached the realm they have been dreaming of?

"That's good, that's good. It seems that Brother Ji's skills have really improved greatly. Ouyang Feng is doomed."

Huang Rong clapped her hands happily.

Based on what they had seen on Peach Blossom Island, Ji Boying's Sword Light could be considered invincible, and his combat level clearly surpassed that of the Four Greats.

However, since they hadn't officially fought, Huang Rong wasn't certain that she could defeat the madman Ouyang Feng.

Looking back now, it's clear that in the few months since Huang Rong and the others left Mount Zhongnan, Ji Boying's skills have made significant progress.

It seems like it's a sure thing.

Everyone present was inwardly sighing with admiration.

The more you know Ji Boying, the more you realize how extraordinary he was.

Such rapid progress in skill is truly astounding.

I really don't know what level Ji Boying's skill will reach in a few months or a few years.

That was a level that even Hong Qigong and his ilk could never have imagined.

The Yangtze River flows on, with each wave pushing the one before it. Ji Boying's current level of achievement makes Hong Qigong feel both fervent and somewhat wistful.

"Hey, I don't know what's gotten into Old Poison this time. Sacrificing his future for a momentary grudge, that's not like something Old Poison would do..."

Hong Qigong naturally couldn't understand it.

Although Ouyang Feng's actions were insidious and vicious, he was clearly a villain.

But unlike those short-sighted, opportunistic villains, Ouyang Feng's pursuits and vision are far-reaching.

Now, he's only lost a nephew, let alone for the sake of a new level of skill in the future; he's even willing to risk his life.

"To be honest, I don't quite understand either. Ouyang Ke was the son of Ouyang Feng and his sister-in-law, but even if it was a blood feud, Ouyang Feng's actions to this extent seem a bit too extreme."

Ji Boying shook his head, unable to understand.

Although the hatred of killing one's son is irreconcilable, it is enough to be relentless and use all sorts of insidious schemes to seek revenge at all times.

How could it be so extreme?

Now he has resorted to unorthodox methods to squeeze out his potential, which has shortened his lifespan.

If Ji Boying and the others really went into hiding, he himself would have lost his life in vain, which would be a great pity.

Such a desperate, all-or-nothing attitude is really strange.

Although Ji Boying was lost in thought and couldn't understand it, everyone present was already buzzing and shouting.

The news that Ouyang Feng and his sister-in-law had an affair and that Ouyang Ke was his biological son was quite shocking to everyone.

No one doubted what Ji Boying said.

Ouyang Feng's willingness to fight to the death actually provides some evidence. It wouldn't be worth doing this for the sake of revenge for killing his nephew, but for the sake of his own son, going to such lengths seems somewhat understandable.

Those who do not know Ji Boying long regarded him as a deity.

The image of the eagle descending from the west, majestic and awe-inspiring, like a god, has been imprinted in their hearts.

Those who know Ji Boying know that he knows many secrets of the martial arts world, and most of the information obtained from him is reliable.

I never expected that Old Poison would do something so shameless.

But Huang Yaoshi, Hong Qigong, and Ji Boying were still puzzled.

They all believed they understood Ouyang Feng.

Even though it was a blood feud involving the killing of his son, Ouyang Feng's reaction was far too extreme.

As Ji Boying was thinking about these things, he suddenly stood up from the stool and looked in the northwest direction.

"What's wrong?"

Hong Qigong, Qiu Chuji, and the others nervously gathered around.

Ji Boying squinted his eyes. "It should be Ouyang Feng has arrived."

Having said that, his figure drifted northwest.

Huang Yaoshi, Hong Qigong, and the others dared not be careless and followed closely behind.

They had only taken a dozen or so steps.

Suddenly, a mournful bamboo whistle was heard, and several red flags were raised in the northwest direction, waving back and forth.

The men and horses rolled about, and it seemed as if a thin layer of mist had risen in the air.

These were precisely the early warning methods implemented by Huang Yaoshi and Huang Rong.

Once any movement is detected, immediately wave the red flag and blow the bamboo whistle.

The troops moved according to the pre-arranged formation.

With the Mysterious Gates and Hidden Jia set up by Huang Yaoshi and Huang Rong, a large formation can be temporarily erected where Ouyang Feng attacks.

Although they were all ordinary soldiers, their formation could somewhat hinder Ouyang Feng's attack.

Seeing such a large formation, Ouyang Feng dared not charge directly into it.

If he dared to penetrate deep into the enemy formation and be trapped by hundreds of thousands of soldiers on the battlefield, he would be playing right into Huang Yaoshi's hands, leaving him with no way out.

If it weren't for these Mysterious Gates and Hidden Jia, Ouyang Feng would have already harassed Huang Yaoshi's army to the point of collapse long ago.

"It really is Ouyang Feng!"

Hong Qigong and Huang Yaoshi exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with shock.

They had previously witnessed Ji Boying's keen perception, but they never imagined it was this sharp.

Ouyang Feng charged into the formation with the intention of killing, but before the troops he attacked could react and issue a warning, Ji Boying had already discovered Ouyang Feng's whereabouts.

Ji Boying moved swiftly and unpredictably through the army formation, as fast as lightning.

With both feet off the ground, they merely tread lightly in the air, occasionally stepping on flagpoles or tents for a little extra leverage.

He had already locked onto Ouyang Feng's aura.

His ability to discover Ouyang Feng so quickly was naturally due to his exceptional hearing and eyesight.

The fact that Ouyang Feng was able to discover this from such a distance is because he did not hide his tracks.

The original intention was to create a commotion, hoping to lure Huang Yaoshi and his group away so that they could be defeated one by one.

Furthermore, Ouyang Feng somehow managed to squeeze out all his potential, resulting in a sudden surge in his power and a volatile, aggressive aura.

This was precisely his inability to control his energy and spirit, which kept overflowing.

Ji Boying did not walk in a straight line in the military camp.

Instead, it kept adjusting its direction of travel in the air.

As he adjusted his direction, an alarm sounded at the location he was heading to.

As the troops planted their flags, the tents they had set up also began to move.

Ouyang Feng was also constantly looking for an opening to break through.

Once a battle broke out in a new direction, and several people were killed, causing the enemy to react and set up their formation, Ouyang Feng ignored their entanglement and immediately turned around.

Moreover, Ji Boying's journey to the direction where Ouyang Feng was causing trouble was not based on the reactions of the soldiers. Instead, he directly locked onto Ouyang Feng's aura, and moved in response to Ouyang Feng's every move.

Huang Yaoshi and the others followed behind Ji Guoying, though their Lightness Skill were inferior and they couldn't keep up.

But Ji Boying's figure was leaping in mid-air, with no obstructions around him, making him very conspicuous.

Huang Yaoshi and the others only needed to follow Ji Boying's figure and keep their heads down.

This will also improve their reaction speed, so they won't be led by the nose by Ouyang Feng like before.

"South, south, hurry and chase, hurry and chase!"

Huang Yaoshi, Hong Qigong, and Guo Jing were in front, followed by Ma Yu, Wang Chuyi, Qiu Chuji, Tan Chuduan.

They all followed Ji Boying's direction and moved quickly forward.

Ji Boying quickly caught up.

The sounds of men and horses coming and going, and the constant clanging of weapons and armor.

The soldiers were panting heavily, calling to each other.

Several pre-arranged strategic points, centurions directing troops with small flags, and continuous screams.

Ouyang Feng looked like a madman, his hair and beard completely white, disheveled and unkempt, and his brocade robe was now filthy.

With bared teeth and claws, it launched a ferocious and domineering attack.

With a ferocious expression, he wantonly took the lives of the soldiers trapped in this strange formation.

Blood was everywhere, splattered on the ground, in the air, on the soldiers, and on Ouyang Feng's face.

In this strange formation, the soldiers played hide-and-seek with Ouyang Feng, surrounded by tents, wooden stakes, and boulders.

Each of them tensed up, their dark faces dripping with cold sweat.

They did indeed receive ample training from Huang Yaoshi.

Otherwise, they would have collapsed long ago in the face of such a terrifying scene, and would not have been able to contend with Ouyang Feng.

Since Ouyang Feng had not ventured deep into the Qimen Formation, these soldiers could not be said to have caused any harm to Ouyang Feng through the Qimen Formation.

They were simply trying their best to escape through twists and turns.

It just made it less smooth for Ouyang Feng to kill.

Originally, Ouyang Feng could kill two or three people with just one step, but now he needs to take two or three steps to kill one or two.

This is the function of the outer perimeter of Qimen Dunjia.

He merely treated the lives of these soldiers as consumables, making the most of them and using their lives to deplete Ouyang Feng's energy.

However, Ouyang Feng was also clever and did not delve deeply into the mystical arts, so the lives of these people did not pose a significant drain on Ouyang Feng.

It's just about dying a little slower, buying time.

They sacrificed their lives to secure support from Huang Yaoshi and his group, creating an opportunity to surround and kill Ouyang Feng.

Only when they truly had no way to escape would two or three of them turn back, slashing forward with long swords and thrusting forward with long spears, each one gritting their teeth and fighting like cornered beasts, launching insignificant attacks against Ouyang Feng, who was like a madman.

This was their final moment.

Ouyang Feng's eyes were bloodshot, and his beard and hair stood on end, making him look like a mad lion.

He didn't use the steel staff in his hand to block the attacking spears. His body was as fast as lightning, dodging left and right, and he avoided all the attacks.

Then the Snake Staff swept across, its unstoppable force striking the soldier's torso.

The heavily armored soldier, whose body was as light as a rag doll, was blown apart.

A single sweep of the staff can kill two or three people simultaneously.

The armor, strung together by strong ropes, shattered into several pieces that scattered in the air.

Blood mist kept spraying out from the gaps in the armor.

That extremely powerful internal force struck the soldier's torso, tearing his body apart.

The torso, now shattered and connected to its limbs, scattered through the air, spraying large amounts of blood mist and internal organs.

The congealed blood poured over Ouyang Feng's body, and the blood mist filled the Ouyang Feng above his head.

Ouyang Feng's bloodshot eyes were less noticeable against the backdrop of the red gauze curtains.

The bristling beard and hair were stained red with blood, and slowly they became clumps stuck together, like the blood-stained mane of a lion.

Dealing with these ordinary soldiers is easier than a lion entering a flock of sheep!

Most people were completely unable to react to Ouyang Feng and were easily blown apart.

Offer some blood-red mist to this red gauze curtain in mid-air.

"You all deserve to die!"

"Where is Huang Yaoshi? Why hasn't he come out yet? Is he just sending you all to your deaths here?"

Ouyang Feng casually waved his Snake Staff, tapping it left and right as if popping balloons filled with red dye.

He uttered words that pierced the soul while killing.

He couldn't kill all these hundreds of thousands of soldiers by himself; he had to terrify anyone who stood in his way.

Let them know that all the sacrifices they've made are in vain.

They are all pawns used by Huang Yaoshi to pave the way.

This caused their morale to waver and their army to collapse completely. Without the cover of this large army, Huang Yaoshi and his men would naturally be doomed as well.

Ouyang Feng knew that these soldiers had reached their limit and were about to give up.

Unfortunately, Ouyang Feng could not continue waiting like this.

Because he himself was also nearing his breaking point.

This extraordinary skill came at a price; he had staked everything on revenge.

"Ouyang Feng! What are you being so arrogant about?"

A loud shout suddenly came from mid-air.

Within a radius of hundreds of meters, thousands of soldiers felt as if their internal organs had been violently shaken, and one by one, their vision went black and they collapsed to the ground.

Ouyang Feng, who was still slaughtering people, suddenly froze on the spot, covered in blood.

He was clenching his teeth, his facial muscles twitching, and the veins on his temples throbbed coldly.

This feeling of unease instantly made Ouyang Feng realize something was wrong.

"You little thief! How can you possess such profound internal energy!"

Ouyang Feng glared fiercely at Ji Boying's figure, which was rapidly flying towards them from afar!

The outcome of a duel between masters can be determined by the details of the exchange.

With just that one loud shout, the Sound Attack technique revealed its immense internal strength.

Ouyang Feng knew that his true enemy was not so easy to deal with.

He ruined the rest of his life, trading decades of his lifespan for his skills, yet now he can't even face this petty thief with an overwhelming advantage!

How can we prevent Ouyang Feng from feeling desperate?

Ouyang Feng was filled with grief and indignation, but there was no time left to choose the next opportunity to attack.

Now we have no choice but to fight to the death!