Little Zhang's Taiji, Eating a Dragon
"Huff!! Huff!!"
The woodland surrounding the swamp, which was already in a mess, now looks much better.
There are few remnants of the forest left; all that can be seen are patches of pits of varying sizes, and even some earthen slopes.
The Canglang now stood atop a small earthen mound, panting heavily.
The battlefield of the Black Dragons stretched further and further away, with only occasional dragon roars emanating from afar.
The dragon's roar was low and painful, and although it differed greatly in volume from the Canglang's panting, it was surprisingly similar.
"What kind of boxing style is that?"
Blood gushed from Canglang's mouth and nose again, but he didn't even wipe it away, only asking questions.
"I punched you a thousand times, and you only used four moves repeatedly. What kind of punch is that?"
Zhang Yining stood at the bottom of the pit, his face ashen, clearly injured, but his breathing was even and fine, and his replies were calm.
This is Taiji.
"Those four moves are called Sun and Moon Whip, Five Stars Hammer, Great Silk Reeling, and Great Silk Drawing."
Canglang said in a deep voice, "This fist technique is your own creation, isn't it? It's completely natural, perfectly suited to the body, and tailored to individual needs—"
Zhang Yining replied truthfully, "Big Brother Chu taught me this."
Although he didn't understand why Big Brother Chu and Baiyu's expressions were so strange at the time.
However, for some reason, he really felt that this skill called Taiji, from its artistic conception to its practical application, was extremely, extremely, extremely suitable for the development of his internal strength.
In fact, what Chu Tianshu taught him was not only the Golden Toad Sect Taiji Fist and the Four Seasons Tremble in Unison Dissipation Techniques, but also included the Stone Flower Colorless Palm from the Great Tang.
However, in terms of fundamental principles, Chu Tianshu did not haphazardly mix in many things.
It fully explains the most authentic theory of Wuji Taiji, as well as Zhang Sanfeng's "Rootless Tree" verse.
When Zhang Yining started learning, she was incredibly perceptive and adept, which was truly enviable.
"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"
Upon hearing this, Canglang's pupils contracted. "Based on any information, the Central Shu rebels have absolutely no prior dealings with Chu Tianshu. If he taught you this set of boxing techniques, doesn't that mean—"
Zhang Yining looked straight ahead, open and honest, as bright as the sun and the moon.
"Not bad, I only recently learned this set of boxing techniques."
The Canglang remained silent for a long time, then suddenly roared and charged out again.
His figure moved like a ghost, appearing directly above the center of the pit, and then he delivered a powerful punch.
The Overbearing Fist Heart Method is actually most suitable for unleashing its power in this kind of earthen pit environment.
The vacuum marks created by the distortion of air can almost cover the entire pit, and the dense collision of air currents and true energy will turn this place into a dead end.
It was as if a thousand white lightning bolts burst forth from that fist, connecting to various parts of the pit.
As the fist slammed down, all the white marks became shorter and thicker, still connected to the fist, forming a devastating, earth-shattering attack.
Zhang Yining made no attempt to hide it; his right hand, seemingly in a fist but not quite, was loosely clenched, as if containing a ball of bright white starlight, as he thrust it towards the sky.
This is also the striking method of Taiji Five Stars Hammer, Venus Heralds the Dawn!
Since time immemorial, at every dawn on the land of Nine Provinces, the brightest star is the first to leap above the horizon.
People believe that earth can produce metal, and that Venus was born from the earth. Therefore, the power of this move is most closely related to the earth.
With their fists colliding, the pit where Zhang Yining was standing only sank half a foot, but widened by two zhang (approximately 6.6 meters).
His feet did not sink into the ground.
However, within a range of sixty or seventy zhang, the roots of more than a dozen old trees that were partially exposed above the ground and had luckily not yet collapsed suddenly broke.
Two miles away, a pool of water suddenly splashed up several feet high.
When the water splashed back into the pool, Zhang Yining's taut strength rebounded back.
Within the pit, it was as if a mighty wind had surged forth, the airflow dense and turbulent, blurring the view and shooting towards the sky.
In every previous encounter, Canglang had managed to cleave the vast air currents apart the moment Zhang Yining counterattacked.
The entire column of air was transformed into several slanted waves of air, branching out in all directions from the Canglang's hand.
But this time, Canglang failed to do so.
He was propelled high into the air by the column of air.
Zhang Yining looked up and saw that Canglang was exhausted and dead.
This person's attack power was actually still above Zhang Yining's, but he had been worn down to death.
Zhang Yining inhaled deeply, his toes tapping the ground repeatedly. Before the corpse even fell, he flew out of the pit and headed towards the location of the dragon's roar.
The black dragon lay on its back, its wing bones pinned to the ground by Yu Danxia and Liu Qingsi.
The Granny Putuo pressed down on the dragon's tail.
The black dragon's belly was bulging strangely, then burst open with a roar, Han Shantong emerged covered in blood.
The black dragon let out a violent, mournful cry, still struggling desperately.
Yu Danxia shouted, "Master Han, didn't you shatter its heart and lungs?"
"It would be such a waste to destroy such a rare beast!"
Han Shantong raised his voice, "But I've already frozen its heart and lungs, yet it still resists. I'll freeze its spine too!"
As he spoke, Han Shantong clasped his hands together, his entire body radiating an icy white light, and frost spread from the huge wound on the black dragon's belly.
After a few breaths, the black dragon finally stopped struggling, its neck loosened, and it slumped to the ground, its eyelids gradually covered with a layer of frost.
When Zhang Yining arrived, he only exchanged a glance with Han Shantong, and without saying a word, they already knew each other's intentions.
"Sister Danxia."
Zhang Yining said, "You are all injured and exhausted. Stay here to guard the Black Dragon. Leader Han and I will go and scout out the rebel battlefield again."
Before those words of advice had even faded from his lips, the two had already vanished into the distance.
Although Yu Danxia and the others were unwilling, they knew that even if they used their lightness skills, they would never be able to catch up with the two, so they could only adjust their breathing first.
Liu Qingsi collapsed to the ground, panting, and pulled out her broken sword. She stared devoutly at the dragon blood marks on the blade, muttering incantations.
"I've long heard that tempering a sword with dragon's blood has miraculous effects. Is that true?"
Yu Danxia, who was originally worried about Chu Tianshu, suddenly came to her senses upon hearing this and looked around.
On the surrounding battlefield, there were several pools of blood formed by the black dragon's blood, still steaming hot.
"The sect leader even uses monks' blood, so this dragon's blood certainly can't be wasted."
Upon Yu Danxia was about to collect the dragon blood when she suddenly felt a sharp pain in her meridians and her legs trembled. She had no choice but to use her sword to support herself and said, "Grandma, Sect Leader Liu, collect all that dragon blood too, don't let it leak into the ground."
"The sect leader's use of this blood will undoubtedly be more effective than ours using it haphazardly."
Yu Danxia thought to herself: Even if my benefactor doesn't win this time, he won't die. He has a big appetite; he can eat this dragon in two meals, which will definitely be a great healer for his wounds—it's a pity it's a female dragon, so I don't have any dragon penis to make wine—
Chu Tianshu was unaware that someone was slandering his appetite.
After sending out Sanqi, he gave himself a few acupuncture needles and took a short break to regulate his breathing. Seeing that Han Baiyu still hadn't come to his senses, he grabbed Han Baiyu by the back of his collar and took him back to the battlefield.
Before long, the rebel army won a great victory!!
At this moment, he was standing on the shore with Han Baiyu.
Han Rui slowly walked out of the river, with some bloodstains still clinging to the blade of his sword.
"Mr. Chu, that young commander has been killed by me."
Han Rui sighed, "That man is at least twenty years younger than me, and he's so difficult to deal with. Luckily, this isn't the Yellow River. With his swordsmanship, if he jumped into the Yellow River and ran away, I would never have been able to catch him."
Chu Tianshu nodded as well.
When he appeared, Chaghan had already fled to the riverbank, but Chu Tianshu still managed to catch a glimpse of several sword techniques Sword Intent from afar.
Such swordsmanship, if used in combat along the most turbulent section of the Yellow River, allows one to plunge headlong into the river, where the Sword Intent blends seamlessly with the force of the river, allowing one to Water Escape without any flaws.
Even Chu Tianshu would probably find it difficult to win her over.
"Yan Tiemu'er is dead, and this last elite force representing the legitimate rule of the Great Yuan has been defeated. What follows are some trivial matters, but they are not simple matters."
Chu Tianshu smiled and asked, "General Han, what are your plans next?"
Han Rui thought for a moment, feeling overwhelmed with conflicting thoughts, when suddenly his eyes lit up and he said, "Of course, we'll go to Dadu to announce the alliance and also give my girl a grand wedding!"
The old man looked at Han Baiyu, but seeing that the girl had no reaction, he couldn't help but reach out and wave his hand in front of Han Baiyu's eyes.
"Mr. Chu, what's wrong with my daughter?"
"That should be a good thing."
Chu Tianshu pondered that perhaps the damaged Youdu Edict had begun to repair itself, but he didn't know how long it would take.
As they were speaking, Han Baiyu's body trembled slightly.
Chu Tianshu saw that a token screen also popped up in front of Han Baiyu.
Perhaps Han Baiyu was used to living here, because the screen on that token displayed ancient characters.
Before Chu Tianshu could examine the meaning of the characters, he discovered that his own token screen had also appeared, and the two screens touched lightly.
In an instant, a flood of information rushed into the minds of the two leaders.