Hyper-Dimensional Player

Chapter 644 18: True Overlord Lance!

Dispirited, traveling the Jianghu with wine, the slender figure of a Chu waist rests lightly in the palm.

A decade in a Yangzhou dream, gaining only a fleeting reputation in the brothel.

Outside the official road.

A seductive figure rode the wind adeptly, swift as a flying swan, with a slender Chu waist, as light as nothing. This movement skill is known as 'Drunken Immortal Steps', also called 'Chu Waist Spin', originating from brothel dance tunes, performed by tightening the abdomen and raising qi, imitating Zhao Feiyan's light dance steps from the 'Light in Palm' allegory.

This martial art spreads mostly among the lower classes and is said to have been created by a sword hero during the Li Tang era, meant for women with graceful postures and who excel at dancing.

The woman's figure was exquisite, but her skirt was stained with patches of blood like a cold plum, shocking to the eye. Her face was pale, her breath chaotic, but she barely managed to use her skill to escape from the woods.

Behind her came a series of eerie laughter, like hell's evil ghosts, with murky dark yellow pupils appearing, looking nothing like humans.

"At night, lie surrounded by thousands of swords and halberds, for breakfast, savor a raw human liver."

A hoarse voice arose in a low chant.

"Haha. Let me see if your liver is delicious or not."

A figure like a ghost shot out, five fingers curved like claws, aiming to pierce through the woman's scapula. He obviously had a teasing intent, otherwise, she would have been captured long ago.

The woman's breath exhausted, gravely wounded, her expression was mournful as she closed her eyes, awaiting death.

She had drifted through hardships since childhood, rescued by Lady Jade Face, finally gaining freedom. She was not afraid of death, but falling into the hands of a cannibal ghost was worse than death.

"What sort of fiend is this?!"

Just as she was on the brink of danger, a voice full of heroic spirit shouted from the road ahead. Several dozen yards away, stood a tall and spirited young woman with a blade drawn and mounted. She swiftly took a cloud-patterned battle bow from her back, like lightning, drew three Armor-Piercing Arrows, and with an ear-piercing whistle, the arrows split the air, true qi surging, a Triple Arrow Release, the bowstring twanging.

Another master?

The cannibal ghost's expression slightly changed, the arrows' qi surged violently, he dared not take them head-on and awkwardly dodged, the arrows embedding almost to the root in a stone.

"Bandit! Watch my Overlord Spear!"

Beside that tall woman was a burly middle-aged man, his physique extraordinarily strong through sheer muscle training. Behind him, two sections of short spears joined together, the clash of metal rang, his figure leaping like a fierce lion, voice yet to come, spear tip gleaming coldly and piercing the air, with astonishing might, surrounded by violent qi.

Another person drew a long blade, the blade a dark mysterious shade, true qi surged, slashed into the air, qi force swept several yards, splitting a bluestone slab in half.

Netherworld Ghost Claw.

The cannibal ghost formed claws with five fingers, palm wind screeching, like ghost and wolf howls, forcibly receiving the sword qi, his figure retreated several steps, glaring at the distant escorting team coldly, saying: "Who is it?"

"Daring to meddle in the affairs of Evil Gorge!"

The tall woman had already dismounted, exhibiting arrogance; she drew the mysterious iron knife from her waist, the heavy long blade light as nothing in her hand, glancing at the severely injured woman's back, she coldly repudiated: "Beings of light and day, where are these demons and monsters from!"

"Turns out, it's the remnants of Evil Gorge."

This woman's stature was extremely tall, even taller than the men, clad in dark gold armor like a female general, muscles and qi exposed, as anger burst forth, she resembled a fierce lioness.

The cannibal ghost was momentarily intimidated by her presence, hesitating to rush rashly.

"Young Sect Master."

"It's the cannibal ghost from Evil Gorge, where they are, the killer ghost must be nearby."

"Be careful!"

A man dressed as an escort voiced a reminder, just as he finished speaking, a series of whistles came from the mountains and forests, followed closely by several figures rapidly approaching, their skills were exceedingly advanced, at the very least they were top experts of the Jianghu.

A sound of breaking through the air arose.

Suddenly, an inescapable rain of darts shot out from the dark, like a storm of pear blossoms, and these people reacted quickly. Some raised shields to form a formation, while the formidable escorts on the sides shouted loudly, directly receiving the projectiles bare-handed, with the sound of clinking like iron and gold.

"Thirteen Tai Bao Iron Body Golden Bell Cover!"

Li Cunxiao was precisely the ultimate master of Thirteen Tai Bao Iron Body, who died by dismemberment.

It's said that during execution, Li Cunxiao's innate divine power made even five horses unable to tear his limbs apart, ultimately needing to break his tendons before completing the execution.

The cannibal ghost seemingly already knew the identity of the newcomers, his gaze exceptionally sinister, slowly said: "Turns out, it's the remnants of the previous dynasty."

At this point, numerous figures were rapidly closing in, and their numbers kept increasing.

Many experts from Evil Gorge had arrived.

A strange flute sound arose, initially like gurgling streams, suddenly rushing like torrents, waterfall thunder, the melody piercing eardrums, causing severe headaches, utterly unable to focus the mind.

Soul Capturing Tune.

A chill breeze passed.

Ten yards behind the cannibal ghost, a figure wearing a ghost face mask stood on a treetop, dressed in a blue robe, seeming neither male nor female, the bone flute in hand emitting enchanting sounds.

"King of Qin's Melody!"

The tall woman appeared solemn, instantly the sound of war drums roared, originating from who knows where, resembling a battlefield, with resounding notes breaking the ghostly flute sound, shaking the ghost-faced masked figure in blue to the point of bleeding from the corner of the mouth.

The numerous Great Han Dynasty individuals responded with low shouts, immediately transforming into an exuberant battle cry, echoing for more than ten miles.

With the King of Qin's Melody, break all worldly magic sounds.

Military school's killing intent, tempered into qi.

Among these people, some grasped their blades by the handles, casually sweeping them, murderous aura overflowing, Mo Blade quivering, shattering all who blocked it.

Golden Guard Breaking Formation Blade.

At this time, the sky changed, as numerous demons and fiends from Evil Gorge congregated, the sky unknown how it darkened with clouds, and various evil techniques seeming to resonate, thunder rumbled, a hint of cold drizzling rain began to fall.