Ultimate Village Doctor-Chapter 779 - 843 Instantly Kill 3 People

Chapter 779: Chapter 843: Instantly Kill 3 People Chapter 779: Chapter 843: Instantly Kill 3 People Chapter 843

Long Xiaoshan slowly stood up.

No matter how fiercely Wang Chao and the group of young masters brought with them fought, smashing every table, chair, flowerpot, and various household items into dust, and leaving the ground pitted and uneven as if a hurricane had swept through, the two meters around where Xiaoshan sat remained calm and undisturbed.

Whatever residual waves of palm strikes, fist strength, blade winds, or sword Qi came his way, they all dissipated into nothingness.

At that moment, Wang Chao retreated to his side, swallowed the elixir pills upon hearing his words, and directly sat down to regulate his breath, while Long Xiaoshan slowly stood up.

The hunchbacked elder, the middle-aged swordsman, and the woman in red were all taken aback.

In their eyes, Long Xiaoshan dared to be so unbridled only because of Wang Chao’s prowess.

As long as they killed Wang Chao, Long Xiaoshan would be a joke in front of a true expert from a Hidden Sect.

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But Long Xiaoshan actually asked Wang Chao to step back.

This was slightly beyond their expectations.

Seeing Long Xiaoshan seemingly ordinary without any hint of inner strength, his steps light and floating, not like a martial artist with a solid base as unshakeable as an old tree’s roots.

He didn’t look like a grandmaster at all.

“Be careful, he’s very powerful, capable of throwing fireballs that can incinerate a person to ashes, and he can block bullets,” Zheng Zhongtian suddenly warned the hunchbacked elder and the others loudly.

He feared these three would take things lightly and fall into Long Xiaoshan’s trap.

This was their last line of defense.

If these three also encountered mishaps.

Whether they could leave this place today was uncertain.

With Long Xiaoshan’s decisive killing, he wouldn’t let the ones who betrayed him go.

Hearing Zheng Zhongtian’s words, the faces of the hunchbacked elder’s group changed slightly.

A fireball burning people alive, blocking bullets—the hunchbacked elder said solemnly, “So he is a grandmaster from the Xuan Gate.”

If before, they would have doubted Zheng Zhongtian’s words, as Long Xiaoshan appeared too young to likely be a Xuan Gate spell master.

But having seen Wang Chao before.

They became cautious, not daring to underestimate Long Xiaoshan, lest they capsize in the “gutter.”

However, what surprised them slightly was.

Aren’t spell masters usually those who prefer to hide from a distance and unleash surprise attacks?

Why was Long Xiaoshan carelessly walking forward with his hands behind his back?

Didn’t he know.

For a spell master, once a powerful martial artist with inner strength got close, life and death would no longer be in their control.

Seeing Long Xiaoshan getting closer and closer, now within ten meters from them.

The three of them suddenly had a cold look in their eyes, an aura of killing erupted as they abruptly took action.

The woman in red floated like smoke, instantly closing in on Long Xiaoshan.

Bells of laughter rang out, and in front of Xiaoshan’s eyes, countless enchanting beauties appeared, scantily clad, coquettishly moaning.

Enticing whispers reached his ears, along with wafts of pink mist that entered Long Xiaoshan’s nostrils, making muscles turn tender and bones soft.

It seemed that suddenly Long Xiaoshan was ensnared in the Land of Tenderness, where everything else vanished, leaving only an intoxicating dream behind.

Seeing the infatuated look in Long Xiaoshan’s eyes, the woman in red’s eyes flashed with an icy intent to kill.

Like a venomous snake, she extended a pale hand and reached for Long Xiaoshan’s throat, her sharp nails shimmering with a blue glow, obviously containing deadly poison that seals the throat upon contact.

At the very instant the enchantress’s hand touched Long Xiaoshan’s throat.

Long Xiaoshan’s eyes suddenly blazed with two piercing golden flames, boom!

In the blink of an eye, they swept across Bahuang, erupting from his sockets, the golden fire surged into the enchantress’s eyes.

The woman let out an excruciatingly shrill scream, blood pouring from all seven orifices.

She stumbled backwards, clutching her head, wailing in agony, her face, once beautiful, contorted like that of an Evil Ghost.

Long Xiaoshan’s spirit was exceptionally strong.

He was of a divine body.

The enchantress’s mere attempt at spiritual seduction, trying to trap Xiaoshan in an illusion, was like brandishing a broadsword before Guan Yu—it immediately backfired upon her.

At this time, the middle-aged swordsman moved with his sword.

With a flick of his long sword.

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Sword light scattered, dozens of points in the air.

Feint and thrust, a sword aimed straight for Long Xiaoshan’s brow.

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Ding!

As the sword light neared Long Xiaoshan’s brow, it vanished instantly.

The middle-aged swordsman was taken aback in shock; Long Xiaoshan had one hand behind his back and with the other, he lifted it and extended two fingers, pinching the tip of the swordsman’s blade.

No matter how hard he tried, even as the blade itself began to bend, he couldn’t move the long sword even a fraction of an inch.

Suddenly, a speck of dark red flame appeared on Long Xiaoshan’s fingertips.

In an instant, it spread like wildfire.

The dark red flame moved along the long sword to the hands of the middle-aged swordsman, who let out a scream, hurriedly throwing the sword away.

But the flames had already traveled up his palm towards his arm.

Roar!

The hunchbacked elder’s attack arrived almost simultaneously with the middle-aged swordsman’s.

In that instant when the flames erupted.

Long Xiaoshan’s chest swelled up high, then, like a gigantic bellows, it suddenly collapsed inward.

He opened his mouth to exhale and bellowed, “Humph!”

A milky-white stream of air, solid as a vigorous arrow, shot out from his mouth.

It hit the hunchbacked elder’s smoking pipe square on.

Bang!

The smoking pipe was flattened, and the arrow-like stream of air, just slightly deviated, struck the hunchbacked elder directly in the chest.

There was a crackling sound as his chest bone shattered, and he was sent flying, crashing heavily against the wall.

At that time, the middle-aged swordsman let out a scream.

He had actually severed his own arm, throwing it to the ground.

The arm was instantly engulfed by the fire and turned to charred ash.

In the blink of an eye.

Three masters from the Hidden Sect.

One suffered a backlash of the mind, his Divine Soul grievously injured.

One had an arm amputated.

And one was left with a shattered chest, his life hanging by a thread, survival uncertain.

The crowd was stunned, hardly believing what they were seeing.

These three great masters, who had just displayed their mighty strength, fought with Wang Chao in a clash as if heaven and earth were falling apart.

But before Long Xiaoshan, they were as helpless as three-year-olds facing a strong man.

In the blink of an eye, one was wasted, the others maimed.

Everyone stood frozen, not daring to move.

The middle-aged swordsman, with only one arm amputated, was the most lucid and the most frightened among the three.

He, the Life-taking Swordsman Fan Butong, was considered a great master who roamed freely in the southwest.

In his life, he encountered countless battles, large and small, but never had he come across such a terrifying individual.

This man was a hundred times, no, a thousand times stronger than the mightiest person he had ever encountered.

He even forgot the pain of his severed limb at that moment.

Fan Butong’s lips trembled as he asked, “Who, who exactly are you?”

Long Xiaoshan chuckled lightly, “You come to kill me, and you don’t even know who I am?”

Fan Butong thought to himself, how could he know?

All he knew was that the Cui Family had invited him to deal with a local from Hechuan City.

How could such a person be worth the notice of the Life-taking Swordsman?

So, he didn’t even ask for a name.

Suddenly, a nearby martial artist started shivering uncontrollably, as if he had seen a ghost, and looked at Long Xiaoshan, saying, “You, you are Master Long?”

Long Xiaoshan glanced over and said indifferently, “You recognize me?”

“I, I, I,” the martial artist suddenly fell to his knees with a thud, knocking his head on the ground repeatedly, crying out in a panic, “Master spare my life, I am blind for not recognizing Mount Tai, offended a Grandmaster, deserve death, deserve ten thousand deaths.”

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