69novels Chapter 779: Old 4 was beaten
Chapter 779: Old 4 was beaten
Old Four stood rooted to the spot like an iron tower, his arms crossed like a shield, forcibly blocking the fishy, whiff-like blow of Xiong Da's palm. With a muffled thud, a blast of air, accompanied by dust, exploded, and the bluestone slab beneath his feet cracked in spiderweb-like lines, sending rubble tumbling down. Xiong Er, observing this, seized the opportunity and lunged at him from the side like a savage bull, his massive arms like red-hot iron clamps gripping his waist and abdomen. Old Four's throat rolled, and he suddenly bent and twisted his body, his spine tensing like a steel bow. His right elbow, like a steel hammer, struck Xiong Er's ribs with a sharp, air-ripping sound. A crisp, agonizing "crack" mingled with a cry of pain, and Xiong Er let go and stepped back, his shirt drenched in sweat. Even Old Four, shaken by the immense force, felt his blood surge, and a hint of rusty sweetness rose in his throat.
He didn't dare breathe, using the momentum of his turn to swivel and kick at Xiong Da's knee. The tip of his toe sent a powerful gust of wind, forcing him to stumble back half a step. His peripheral vision, like a hawk's, was fixed on the shadows diagonally behind him—there, the fox demon was waving its fluffy red tail, the tip of its tail scraping against the grass with a crackling sound, its nails gleaming a cold blue, like icy spikes imbued with poison. A snake demon was perched on the beams of the old house, its scales gleaming a cold, dark blue in the moonlight. Its tongue hissed as it stabbed, its sticky breath drifting towards him on the wind. Their gazes were like poisonous needles, densely piercing him, waiting for the slightest flaw to pounce.
Big Bear recovered his strength and roared like a beast from his throat. He struck again with his fist as big as a casserole. The wind from his fist made the fallen leaves around him fly and the dust on the ground was lifted up by an inch. The fourth brother touched the ground with his toes and spun sideways like a top to avoid the blow. His left hand formed a claw like lightning and accurately grasped the tendons on the opponent's wrist. His right hand took advantage of the situation and pulled out the short dagger from his waist. The dagger drew a cold arc in the moonlight and pierced into the heart of the second brother. The second brother's eyes flashed with murderous intent, but he didn't care and hurriedly used his strong arms to block. With a "swish", the dagger cut through the flesh, bringing out a string of hot blood beads, which splashed on the back of the fourth brother's hand, causing a burning pain. But the second brother seemed to feel no pain. He lowered his head with a muffled roar and slammed his hard forehead into the fourth brother's door.
The fourth brother was forced to lean back, only to have his lower back slammed into an old locust tree, the rough bark rubbing against his bones. The momentary delay caused a glint of light to flash in the fox demon's eyes. Her figure darted over like a ghost, bringing with it a fragrant breeze. Her fingertips, condensing with pale blue demonic energy, struck directly at the fox demon's vital point. A shudder sank in the fourth brother's heart. How could he dare to delay? He ignored the bear's fist that had just brushed past his shoulder, the gust of wind it brought with it numbing his flesh. He ducked suddenly, gliding along the ground like a raccoon cat, and swung his dagger backwards. The silver blade nearly touched the fox demon's skirt, forcing her to retreat hastily. The red tail swept across the ground, leaving several deep marks.
In that brief moment of distraction, Xiong Er's massive palm slammed down on his back like a dark cloud. With a muffled "puff," Lao Si groaned and stumbled forward a few steps. Blood from the corner of his mouth dripped onto the bluestone slab, spreading a small, alluring red. He gritted his teeth to steady himself, swirling the dagger in his palm. The cold edge of the blade reflected the determination in his eyes. His eyes swept over the advancing Xiong Da and Xiong Er—the former, his arm bleeding but increasingly frantic, while the latter clutched his ribs with a sinister look. He then glanced at the fox and snake demons that were ready to strike—one licked its fingertips as if savoring something, while the other slowly crawled on the beam, ready to deliver a fatal blow at any moment. He had only one thought in his mind: If Elder Qing Yi and the others didn't arrive, he was really going to collapse.
He took a deep breath and suddenly poured the remaining internal energy in his Dantian into his feet. His body suddenly became faster, and he shuttled between Big Bear and Second Bear like a black lightning. The short dagger danced into an impenetrable silver light, and he specifically targeted the joints of the two men. "Ah!" A deep wound was cut on Big Bear's arm, and the bones were visible. The muscles were turned outward, and blood spurted out. The knee of Second Bear was also hit hard. He staggered to one knee and trembled with pain. The offensive of the two men suddenly slowed down, and fear appeared in their eyes for the first time. The veins on the fourth brother's forehead bulged. Every move consumed his already dwindling strength. The wound on his back was like a burning fire. The pain made his vision blacken, and he kept reminding him that he could not fight hard anymore.
He fought and retreated, intentionally leading the battlefield to an open area, his footsteps leaving trails of blood on the rubble. He kept a constant eye on his surroundings, his ears catching every movement in the wind, hoping for the familiar sound of piercing air soon—the sharp sound of Elder Qingyi's whisk, with its silver threads piercing the air. It was time.
Just as the fourth brother's back was injured and his breathing became disordered, a rapid sound of breaking through the air suddenly came from the distance, accompanied by an old and broken shout: "Stop your rampage, you evildoer!"
Before he finished speaking, three figures approached like a gust of wind. Leading the way was Elder Qingyi, the silver threads of his whisk swirling in his hand like a dancing silver snake. The eldest brother followed closely behind, his twin axes gleaming coldly in the moonlight, his momentum like a raging wave. The evil wolf, cloaked in the shadows, his claws slightly exposed as he scanned the scene with a vigilant gaze.
When the three landed, they brought with them a gust of wind, just in front of the fourth elder. Elder Qingyi caught a glimpse of the blood at the corner of the fourth elder's mouth and the bloodstains seeping from his back, and frowned slightly, but said nothing. He simply shook his whisk lightly, and the silver threads straightened.
The fourth brother took the opportunity to stumble back to the side of the three, clutching his back and taking a few deep breaths before finally regaining some strength. He looked up and saw Big Bear and Second Bear supporting each other, catching their breaths. The fox demon continued to wag its tail, while the snake demon slid down from the beams. The four of them fanned out, creating a perfect confrontation. The four-on-four situation instantly brought the tension to a crescendo.
The fox demon looked at the three people who suddenly appeared. Instead of being afraid, she covered her lips and chuckled. Her voice was charming but with a biting chill: "Great, so you are waiting for help here. I was wondering why the fourth brother suddenly became so tough. It turns out he has a trick up his sleeve." She played with a strand of hair with her fingertips, her eyes moving around Elder Qingyi and others, as if weighing them.
The fourth brother coughed twice and tried to stand up straight, the blood in his chest still surging.
Elder Qingyi smiled faintly, and lightly brushed the dust off his clothes with his whisk, with a hint of sarcasm in his tone: "I didn't expect that the remnants of your demon clan would dare to show up in this area. After hiding for so many years, could it be that you have forgotten the lessons of the past? It's quite interesting." His eyes were like torches, sweeping across the fluffy tail of the fox demon and the shimmering scales of the snake demon's neck. The silver threads moved without wind, and it was obvious that he was ready to take action.
The evil wolf took a half-step forward, a deep growl emanating from its throat, its eyes fixed intently on the bear across from it. The elder crossed his two axes over his chest, the blades clashing with a crisp clang, a response to Elder Qingyi.