Chapter 674: Half a Move

Chapter 674 Half a Move

Many people saw the scene just now.

Li Buhui's inconsistent words and deeds made some clever people realize something, but more people disdained his revolting behavior of begging for mercy before he died.

Today, tens of thousands of martial artists from the Central Region had gathered here for the sake of righteousness and killing the murderous maniac. However, Li Buhui's revolting behavior was tantamount to slapping everyone hard in the face.

"Anyone else?"

Ding Hao stood on the top of the tower and looked down.

Soon, dozens of people came up together and surrounded Ding Hao from all sides. They were all dressed in mourning clothes and launched fatal attacks on him without saying a word. Their eyes were full of anger, and they were all fighting at the risk of their lives.

Ding Hao's figure flashed like the duckweed in the rain, flickering.

The sword light was like a dragon, and no one could stop it.

In the blink of an eye, the dozens of people were all knocked down again. The Hell Ice Qi invaded their bodies, and they could no longer fight. All of them were mad with hatred, but they could only curse.

"I'll fight you to the death..."

Someone shouted, turned into a flowing light, and rushed at Ding Hao. His whole body was shining with dazzling Qi flames, like a small sun. He rushed over like crazy and wanted to restrain Ding Hao. He intended to blow himself up with his Power of the Origin in an attempt to perish with Ding Hao.

Ding Hao didn't even look at him and threw a backhand punch.

The flames shot out of his fist—purple Dragon Qi roared like a divine dragon breaking through the sky.

Before the man had stepped on the top of the tower, he was hit by this punch and spat out a mouthful of blood. Like a sandbag, he flew backward and fell to the ground with a plop. The Qi that he had gathered to blow himself up was shattered again. His self-destruction failed, and he survived.

"Demon, don't think we will thank you for not killing us. I swear, as long as I am alive, one day, I will kill you and avenge my father!"

The man struggled and shouted.

"Idiot." Ding Hao sneered and didn't take him seriously at all.

An hour had passed.

Another battle broke out.

A total of 63 experts had reached the top of the Yellow Crane Tower.

Nan Tianfeng, Ji Wushuang, and the others, who had talked big before, were knocked away by Ding Hao's sword before they could even take one move.

The gap in strength was simply too great.

No matter if it was a one-on-one fight or a siege of dozens of people, no one could hurt Ding Hao at all. Those who went up were all famous strong people. In the end, all of them were defeated without exception. Among these masters, there were powerful ones in the Martial Emperor Realm. Unfortunately, so far, it seemed that no one had been able to take one of Ding Hao's moves head-on.

Seeing these scenes, countless people felt a chill in their hearts.

They had a very strange feeling. It was clear that what Ding Hao used was an ordinary simple sword technique instead of some high-level combat skill; however, no matter how ordinary the move was, in his hands, it seemed to be able to turn magical and burst out unstoppable power.

It was somewhat incredible.

The strength of this killing demon from the Northern Region was unfathomable. No one had been able to force him to show his real strength after a cruel battle of attrition. The more than 60 masters were like children in front of this killing maniac, and they could not pose any threat to him.

Many people had an illusion.

Putting aside the previous cruel murder case, the young man in cyan under the moonlight of the dark-blue night sky now impressed people with his extraordinary manner and refined beauty. Especially, his calm and unrestrained demeanor when he was surrounded by tens of thousands of enemies was impressive. He looked like a top martial arts master.

No one on the scene could compare with him in terms of bearing or temperament.

Countless people felt that it was a pity that such an amazing peerless genius was an immoral killing maniac.

In the crowd, many girls who had just experienced their first awakening of love were moved at this moment.

The handsome and aloof figure who climbed to the top of the tower, as well as the imposing manner of looking down on the enemy and frightening thousands of people while talking and laughing, was exactly the same as the image of the Prince Charming they had dreamed of countless times!

"Is there really such an aloof and graceful man in the world?"

Although they knew that he was a murderous maniac, they still couldn't control the inexplicable throbbing in the depths of their hearts. At this moment, the handsome figure in cyan was deeply engraved in the hearts of countless young girls in their prime.

Right at this moment...

"Hahaha, what an invincible bearing! What a dazzling sword light! What a murderous maniac! Ding Hao, you are indeed talented. I heard that you defeated the White-Robed King with one sword strike and I came here to challenge you!"

Amid the clear laughter, a figure suddenly appeared on the top of the Yellow Crane Tower.

He was thin and dressed in black, with a black silk bag on his back. He had an imposing manner, looking like a black spear full of sharp edges. Countless black whirlpools visible to the naked eye were rotating around him, and even the light would be distorted.

He was a real master.

He was the most terrifying one among all the people who had reached the top of the Yellow Crane Tower that night.

As soon as the young man in black appeared, there was a burst of exclamation and cheers.

In the crowd below, someone recognized his identity and shouted his name loudly. The silent crowd seemed to see the hope of defeating Ding Hao, and a renewed uproar was heard.

"Brother Ding, we meet again." The young man in black smiled.

He was an acquaintance of Ding Hao.

On that night in Chu City, in the golden boat above the Chu River, this young man was one of the five people who finally got a place to enter the backyard of the Heaven Pavilion. At that time, he showed his strength. His long black double-pointed spear scared away many competitors. He, together with White-Robed King Wang Xianzhi—one in black and the other in white—impressed a lot of people.

"You too came to me for revenge?" Ding Hao had no expression on his face.

The young man in black smiled and said, "No. You didn't kill any of my friends or relatives. There's no hatred between us."

"Oh, did you see me kill someone with your own eyes?" There was a hint of ridicule in Ding Hao's tone.

Gou Jinwen, the black-clad young man, said with a shake of his head, "No. I've been traveling through various wild states and busy with training these past few days. I've never seen you slaughter anyone."

Ding Hao nodded and asked, "Then why did you show up?"

Gou Jinwen unhurriedly took off the black silk bag from his back, took out three pieces of weapons, and quickly assembled them into a two-meter-long, black, double-pointed spear. Holding it in his hand, he gently shook it, and the two points trembled. The void formed vortexes on both sides of the spear, and roars of dragons and tigers rang out.

Gou Jinwen pointed his long spear to the ground and said with a smile, "Brother Ding, I heard that you defeated the White-Robed King with one sword strike, and I'm as famous as him. I was called the Black Spear King respectfully by martial arts masters, so I'm here today to experience your swordsmanship."

The corners of Ding Hao's mouth showed a hint of disdain. "You are really good at choosing time and place."

A touch of embarrassment flashed across Gou Jinwen's face.

If he were a real martial arts master, he would never have chosen such a time and place to challenge Ding Hao. After all, Ding Hao had already gone through dozens of rounds of attrition warfare, yet he showed up leisurely at this point. Obviously, he was taking advantage of Ding Hao's perilous state.

He was the only one who knew what he was thinking.

But Ding Hao was sure that he would not be as generous and righteous as he appeared to be.

A hypocrite.

Ding Hao instantly defined him.

Ding Hao slowly put away his long sword and said disdainfully, "You are as famous as the White-Robed King. You clearly know that I defeated him in one move, but you still dare to challenge me. You should have something to rely on. However, I don't like your hypocrisy. That day, I defeated the White-Robed King with one move, but today, I will only use half a move to defeat you."

A trace of shame and anger flashed across Gou Jinwen's face.

With a shake of his long spear, its tip pointed at the middle of Ding Hao's eyebrows in the distance. He sneered and said, "Stop talking big. Let's see how you can defeat me in half a move."

Intense killing intent could be sensed between his eyebrows.

"I'm coming!"

The cold spear radiance went first, and then the spear shot out like a dragon.

Ding Hao did not dodge.

He took a deep breath and slowly raised his right fist. With his palm turned upward, he lowered his elbow and withdrew his arm. Slowly, he clenched his fist to the right side of his waist. A mass of purple airflow visible to the naked eye gathered on his fist like a whirlwind.

20 mysterious purple light balls flashed behind him. The roar of a dragon broke through the air, and a huge purple shadow of a Divine Dragon appeared behind Ding Hao. It was lifelike, as if it was formed by purple light. The dragon's power was mighty, and its aura was horrible. It was as if a real dragon had appeared behind Ding Hao and protected him.

This kind of magical illusion stirred up everyone's minds.

"What kind of combat skill is that? It's so scary..."

"Protected by a Divine Dragon? Is it a Divine Cultivation Method?"

"Is he finally going to use some magical combat skills?"

"Those 20 purple light balls seem to be some kind of supreme inscription pattern. This type of power is truly too terrifying. Could it be that this killing demon is going to display some supreme battle technique...? Is he actually that powerful?"

The people around the Yellow Crane Tower gasped in surprise.

On the top of the tower, Gou Jinwen's face also changed dramatically in an instant.

It turned out to be such a powerful combat skill. What was Ding Hao going to use?

He was afraid that it would be hard for him to block Ding Hao's attack now that he had such an imposing manner.

The next moment, he gritted his teeth and finally made up his mind. He bit a black pill under the tip of his tongue. Immediately, a strange force spread throughout his meridians and seeped into his limbs and bones. Wisps of black fog continued to seep out from his pores.

"Black Demon Dragon Spear!"

Gou Jinwen shouted.

The long black spear that was shot out suddenly changed, turning into a pillar of black mist. Its momentum increased dozens of times, and all kinds of roars and howls could be heard faintly in it, which were breathtaking.

"There's indeed something strange about it."

Ding Hao was not surprised but happy because what he had been waiting for had finally appeared.

The black fog that pervaded the surroundings of Gou Jinwen was like thick ink, full of an evil aura.

It was exactly the same as the black mist that hunted down Golden Cicada after the explosion of the golden ship in the battle in Jin City. Although nothing special could be seen on the surface, if a real master sensed it with his Divine Senses at a close distance, he would find that the black mist was actually a mutation of Demon Aura.

A clue had finally emerged as to who might be behind it.

"That's good."

The next moment, Ding Hao finally threw out the punch that for a long time he had been accumulating strength for slowly.