The Daoist shook the copper bell, neither dodging nor evading, and crashed head-on into the great net of dust.

Ding-ling-ling.

The crisp ringing of the bell radiated an invisible power, causing the net of dust to tremble and shake on its own, tearing open a long, narrow gap in the middle.

A simple and unadorned copper coin sword silently pierced into the crack in the dust net, heading towards Xiao Shusheng's heart without a trace of fanfare.

Xiao Shusheng had already activated his light body technique and retreated rapidly, but the copper coin sword was like a maggot on a bone, clinging tightly and rapidly closing the distance between them.

There was no time to dodge.

Xiao Shusheng instinctively flipped his wrist, opened his iron-boned folding fan, and blocked it in front of his chest, trying to use clever force to deflect the copper coin sword's momentum.

However, when he actually came into contact with the blade, he realized what Yun He Weng had been facing.

Ka—

Xiao Shusheng's wrist bone snapped directly, his tiger's mouth burst open, and blood splattered.

The folding fan made of refined iron underwent violent deformation and flew out of his hand entirely, crashing into the stone wall of the dilapidated temple, scattering scattered gravel and dust.

And that copper coin sword still maintained its forward-thrusting posture, without even the slightest change in the angle of the blade.

Despair spread and diffused, the image of the blade in his pupils growing closer and closer.

In this instant, a hundred thoughts raced through Xiao Shusheng's mind, finally coalescing into a blank.

Clang!

The sound of metal clashing was deafening.

Xiao Shusheng's eyes blurred, and he suddenly realized that the burly man named Xiao Fu Mang had blocked himself, using a large saber to parry the copper coin sword.

Squeak—

Xiao Fu Mang's boots dragged two long tracks on the dust-covered floor tiles.

His eyes were bloodshot, the veins on his arms were bulging, and he tightly gripped the hilt of the ghost-headed saber, his coiled muscles undulating as if they had a life of their own, fully demonstrating the beauty of strength.

Finally, he stopped his retreat, and his boots no longer rubbed against the stone bricks.

"Oh?"

The short-haired Daoist raised an eyebrow, and said with a strange, sinister smile, "To be able to block a sword from this Daoist, you're not bad."

Xiao Fu Mang gasped for breath, in no mood for small talk.

His tiger's mouth was in severe pain, the muscles in his arms trembled as if electrocuted, and his heart pounded up and down like a drum.

This Daoist was not human at all.

"He's tough, let's go together!"

Xiao Fu Mang roared, frantically squeezing his physical strength, and did his best to swing the ghost-headed saber to deflect the copper coin sword.

Taking advantage of the upward momentum, he slashed down again, aiming at the short-haired Daoist's neck.

"Wuwuwuwu—"

A shrill cry came from the blade of the saber, and dozens of deep gray, dim, and blurry shadows poured out of the blade, crowding the sky above the dilapidated temple.

The saber in Xiao Fu Mang's hand was used by the executioners of the official yamen, and had beheaded forty-nine heinous criminals, possessing extremely heavy baleful aura.

After obtaining it, Xiao Fu Mang used some kind of evil secret method to refine and consecrate this saber, binding all the souls of the dead to the blade.

Whenever he faced an enemy, he would release the spirits, using secret methods to drive them to attack the enemy. With ten thousand ghosts devouring the body, he was invincible.

Xiao Shusheng barely reacted at this time, enduring the pain of his right hand's comminuted fracture, biting the tip of his left finger, and using fingertip blood to quickly draw a talisman in the air.

The enchanting woman flicked her soft sword and stabbed quickly.

Ruan Tian and Ruan Di threw all kinds of hidden weapons at the Daoist.

The two maidservants, with cold expressions like frost, did not draw their swords, but stood in place with their sheathed swords, their lips moving, chanting incantations.

"Good! This wave, this wave is the Eight Immortals crossing the sea, each displaying their unique abilities."

Wu Hu, hiding behind the two maidservants, couldn't help but clap his hands, and said gleefully, "Even if that Daoist is born with divine power, he can't escape."

Before he finished speaking, the Daoist moved.

He raised his left hand, and with a mere flick, sent all kinds of hidden weapons thrown by Ruan Tian and Ruan Di flying.

He shook the copper bell, fixing the spirits of the dead in the sky.

He reversed the sword, holding the hilt upside down, and with lightning speed, from bottom to top, used the hilt to strike the strong man's arm below.

With a "crack" sound, Xiao Fu Mang's right forearm snapped directly, and the broken ulna and radius bones pierced through the soft skin, exposing themselves to the air with blood and foam.

"No!"

When the female bandit Yi Ye Qing saw her lover injured, her eyes turned red instantly. She fully activated her power, and the soft sword in her hand shook, biting towards the Daoist's right abdomen like a poisonous snake.

"A Qing, don't come over!"

Xiao Fu Mang was so painful that his eyes went black, but relying on his wife's voice, he knew where she was.

While anxiously reminding her, he also held a certain realization, and used his intact left hand to catch the free-falling saber hilt.

His whole body was like a thick wall, crashing towards the Daoist, trying to use the incomparably sharp blade to split the Daoist's chest.

But he was still too slow.

The Daoist kicked out, hitting the blade of the saber held by Xiao Fu Mang.

Relying on unreasonable brute force, he actually kicked the blade back, directly smashing it into Xiao Fu Mang's chest, kicking him, along with the saber, flying out and smashing into a pillar.

At the same time, he casually flicked the copper coin sword to the right.

The sword body flew smoothly through the air, piercing Yi Ye Qing's waist and abdomen.

Its momentum did not diminish, and it firmly nailed her to the wall.

Clang.

The soft sword in Yi Ye Qing's hand fell to the ground. Her face was twisted, and her hands trembled as she gripped the copper coin sword in her waist. Gushing blood dripped to the ground along her fingers.

But she didn't look at the injury.

She just looked at Xiao Fu Mang, who was lying on the other side of the dilapidated temple, with a look mixed with pain, despair, unwillingness, concern, and nostalgia.

"Duan Lang..."

Yi Ye Qing called her partner's name in a weak voice. The brilliance in her eyes was fading at an extremely fast speed. "In my next life, I must give you a child..."

Before she could finish speaking, her head had already dropped.

"A Qing!! No!!!"

Xiao Fu Mang roared with scarlet eyes. His chest was still embedded with the blade, and blood poured out of the wound as if it didn't cost anything. Anyone could hear the great grief and despair in this man's voice.

Except for the short-haired Daoist.

"Hoo."

The Daoist patted his hands, which did not have any dust on them, as if he hadn't noticed that he had just broken up a couple who loved each other, causing them to be separated forever.

He breathed a sigh of relief without any sense of guilt. "You White Lotus Sect are really troublesome. If there were a few more, they might really cause me a little trouble."

"You, you!"

Xiao Fu Mang got up from the ground, his eyes were about to split open, his hair was standing on end, and his expression was mad. "Die!"

He pulled out the saber embedded in his chest, took a step, and rushed towards the Daoist.

The brick floor shattered completely under the trampling of his boots.

Dust and blood were mixed together, dark and deep red.

The Daoist didn't dodge or evade, and punched Xiao Fu Mang in the face.

He knocked the latter's head back, broke all the bones in his neck, and sent the saber in his hand flying out, falling into a corner of the dilapidated temple.