My Enemy Became My Cultivation Companion-Chapter 888 - 529: Amitabha Buddha (Two-in-One) (2)

Swoosh!

An arrow pierced through the air, grazing Deng Kaiwen's cheek and embedding into the wall. He staggered backward and fell to the ground.

"We're surrounded!"

The people in the hall froze for a moment. The next instant, their hands instinctively reached for their weapons, the urgent breathing stirred the air, making it hot and chaotic.

"I think it's this kid who sold us out!"

Wei Wen, who had narrowly escaped death, was suddenly shoved, falling to the ground.

Jiang Yangsu stepped forward with his sword, intending to cut him down with one strike.

"If it wasn't for him exposing our whereabouts, how would we be hiding and running like this."

"No, no, no... I didn't betray, it was that bald donkey, it was that bald donkey..." Wei Wen curled himself in the corner, looking terrified, his eyes wide with a sickly stare.

No one knew what kind of torture he had suffered in prison, they only knew that this man, once clever and full of schemes, had become much more neurotic since his return.

Deng Kaiwen's expression was grim. They were all people of the Jianghu, and while it hadn't been ruled out that Wei Wen was merely bait, they lived by the word "loyalty" and couldn't easily stand by and watch him be butchered.

Moreover, it was only a matter of time before Su Hongtao's search reached them, so they made a lot of preparations, and after finally confirming safety, they rescued him back.

But this was only temporary safety.

Since Yu Yong was injured and Han Xiu easily met up with them, he had anticipated this situation. The journey was filled with dangers, narrowly escaping death several times, and many times they had made the right bet...

He let out a long sigh, a thousand words converged into this sigh.

The tavern was already blocked airtight, and everyone immediately decided to escape through the windows. Several figures rushed out first, running along the eaves, jumping, leaping, climbing like agile rabbits and soaring eagles, the roof tiles shuddered beneath their feet. However, what greeted them was a sky full of arrows.

"Fire the arrows!"

The wave of crossbow arrows obscured the vision, obscured the sky, obscured the warriors' increasingly narrowed pupils. Blades and weapons danced wildly to fend off the arrows, but as soon as one wave of crossbow bolts ended, another began, threatening to pin them to the ground.

Blood splattered in mid-air, two warriors covered in arrows fell to the ground, and were then hacked to pieces in the street as chaos ensued.

The remaining warriors stumbled back into the tavern, but still weren't lucky enough to avoid arrows, their bodies like a drum stretched beyond its limit.

Outside the window, the eaves were densely packed with arrow clusters.

"No, no place to escape!"

The chill from their soles seemed to reverse upstream, piercing their hearts and lungs, as if a thousand-pound burden pressed upon their shoulders, and their faces turned pale.

The oppressive atmosphere made it hard for them to breathe, and the footsteps of the armored soldiers inches closer.

"To escape is to die, to not escape is also to die. Rather than waiting for death, it's better to fight and carve out a path to survival!"

Suddenly, a loud shout, Jiang Yangsu suddenly drew his sword and burst through the door, charging at the armored soldiers crowding into the tavern.

"Kill!"

In an instant, Jiang Yangsu's blood boiled, Deng Kaiwen's old bones seemed to erupt with new strength, shouting to those around him:

"Carve out a path to life!"

In an instant, the remaining warriors followed closely, charging into the dark tide ahead.

The flash of blades erupted instantly, a dozen figures plunged into the ranks like galloping horses, the foremost armored soldiers weren't prepared, hardly resisting before their formation collapsed.

The broadsword swept through the gun line, Jiang Yangsu leading the charge, cutting down armored soldiers, shields and armor shattered under immense force. An armored soldier attempted to encircle from the side, but Deng Kaiwen's copper spear struck like a venomous dragon into the gaps of their armor, the spearhead piercing flesh with a crisp sound, and the man fell dead instantly.

"Fight your way out!"

After the elder's roar, ensuing were several long cries, warriors shouted as they fought to the death, shaking the earth and mountains, blood splashing and gushing, pooling into streams on the ground.

From all corners, across thousands of miles, who among them didn't come south with full hearts, aiming to rid the treacherous and eliminate harm?!

Everywhere were flashes of blades and swords, everywhere was blood flowing like rivers.

The collective outburst of survival instinct changed the situation, gradually indicating an overwhelming of the armored soldiers.

Whoosh.

Suddenly, an unusual cold wind swept across the eaves.

On the street sealed off completely, a monk's figure slowly emerged, his stooped back dressed in simple attire indistinguishable from a beggar monk, yet the armored soldiers along the way instinctively stepped aside to make way.

In the distance, shouts and cries of battle shook the tavern, with blood already seeping along the ground.

He clasped his hands together and chanted, "Namo Amitabha Buddha."

In the next instant, his figure seemed abruptly erased and vanished from the spot.

The cold wind invaded the tavern.

In the fierce combat, Jiang Yangsu shouted, crushing an armored soldier's bones with a machete. Just as he was about to raise his hand for another kill, an arrow suddenly flew over.

A coldness rose from his spine, causing him to shiver and momentarily freeze. The arrow pierced his throat, lodging in his neck, a shocking sight, as Jiang Yangsu spewed sweet blood and collapsed to the ground.

The cold wind continued to sweep through.

Deng Kaiwen suddenly sensed something, blindly stabbing behind him, only to feel the spear tip strike empty air and then suddenly be slapped, as if something moved along the spear shaft.

A monk's kasaya flashed before his eyes, and the monk's desiccated face was fixed for an instant. Deng Kaiwen's soul almost fled, trying to lift his spear to guard in front of him, but an immense force hit his chest.

Bang!

A visible hideous pit formed in his chest, his organs shattered by the overwhelming inner strength.

Deng Kaiwen's eyes dimmed, muttering, "Can't get out."

Pfft.

His throat felt sweet as he spat black blood, falling backward, while Ji Yuan passed straight over his body, heading toward the relentless slaughter within the tavern.

The monk's figure flew through the tavern, his kasaya stirring up dark gray waves.

A martial artist wielding dual hammers smashed down hard, roaring, facing multiple long spears in battle, ignoring the wounds and flowing blood. He fought forgetfully but suddenly froze, throat sweetening, unaware that a palm print appeared on his back. Then, with a pfft, his throat was pierced by a spear point, causing him to fall backward.

The blue-faced martial artist fought against ten in the hall, his strikes accelerating, engaging over hundreds of moves in the blink of an eye, his desperate will to survive pouring out with killing intent in each move. Yet it abruptly stopped as the kasaya flashed by.

A swordsman leapt high, his sword dances like a dragon, light and shadow chill the walls. Exhausting all his skills, but with one careless move, his side undefended, a palm brushed past, followed by a large hammer sweeping him off his feet. The armored soldiers converged on him, blending into a blur like a blood flower...

The armored soldiers stepped over his corpse, pressing forward.

The defeat occurred as if a mountain collapsed.

Inside the tavern, shouts and cries of combat grew louder and louder.

......

The entire tavern seemed dead, frozen in stillness.

The sounds of weapons clashing had ceased, leaving a bloody scene on the tavern floor.

A desolate sight, the ground scattered with swords, spears, halberds, severed limbs, and heads silently staring at the ceiling, red blood smearing several walls.

Ji Yuan crossed over the blood-soaked ground with a compassionate expression, his kasaya fluttering, as if everything was unrelated to this high monk. He clasped his palms and recited the Rebirth Mantra, liberating souls.

Blood flowed everywhere, impossible to distinguish who it belonged to, whether men or women, old or young, be it soldiers or heroes. Corpses lay throughout the tavern, faces still intact but devoid of life, as Ji Yuan walked past, noticing that the hero with the machete still died unfulfilled.

The high monk was about to liberate him,

when suddenly Jiang Yangsu stood up abruptly, the arrow still lodged in his neck, swinging his machete wildly, still intending to fight the enemy...

But a palm swept by, halving Jiang Yangsu, who fell to the ground, crawling two inches forward before completely losing breath.

The high monk's face was covered in blood, his feet soaked in a pool, his mouth slowly curling into a smile,

"Amitabha Buddha."