PFC Chapter 423: A battle of words: a clash of ideas, who is the real Tao
Chapter 423: A battle of words: a clash of ideas, who is the real Tao
Chapter 423: A battle of words: a clash of ideas, who is the real Tao
He pointed at the newly refined magical weapons, his eyes flashing with fanaticism.
"Only with absolute power can you protect everything you want to protect and realize your ideals!"
"But you regard this power as a scourge and a monster, and the root of evil."
"You keep saying you want to protect and balance, but you can't even control your own destiny, so how can you protect others?"
Every word of Ma Xianhong was like a sharp knife, stabbing Zhang Chulan's heart.
He tried to use his own twisted theories to shake Zhang Chulan's beliefs and destroy Zhang Chulan's will.
"shut up!"
Zhang Chulan roared angrily and knocked away a top-level cultivator who was rushing towards him with a punch.
His eyes were red as he stared at Ma Xianhong, his eyes full of anger and indomitable spirit.
"Ma Xianhong, you are wrong!"
Zhang Chulan's voice was firm and powerful, and every word seemed to burst out from his chest, carrying endless power.
"The real 'Tao' is not what you call the survival of the fittest, nor is it what you call the rule of the strong!"
He pointed at those people with superior aptitude who had been bewitched by Ma Xianhong, his eyes filled with sadness and regret.
"The real 'Tao' is protection! It is balance!
It is the belief of constantly fighting to protect the people you love and to uphold justice in the world!"
"But you twisted this belief into a tool to satisfy your own selfish desires!"
Zhang Chulan became more and more excited as he spoke, and the golden light in his body became brighter and brighter.
He wanted to use his actions to prove to Ma Xianhong that his "Tao" was the correct one!
"Guard? Balance?"
Ma Xianhong laughed out loud as if he had heard a huge joke.
"Zhang Chulan, you are so naive!"
He suddenly stopped laughing and stared at Zhang Chulan with cold eyes.
"In this world, the strong have always had the final say!
Where is the protection and balance? It is nothing but a lie told by the weak to deceive themselves!"
"Since you are so stubborn, don't blame me for being ruthless!"
A hint of determination flashed across Ma Xianhong's eyes.
"Superior aptitude, attack with all your strength, show no mercy!"
"Yes, village chief!"
The superior ones responded in unison, their voices shaking the earth.
The "Soul Eater" in their hands emitted an even brighter light, and powerful energy fluctuations raged in the valley.
"Zhang Chulan, prepare to die!"
"For the New Jiejiao!"
"kill!"
The superior ones shouted wildly and launched an even more fierce attack on Zhang Chulan.
For a moment, the valley was filled with the sound of Qi, the wind was howling, and the shouts of killing were deafening.
"Baby, let's go!"
Zhang Chulan knew that if they continued like this, they would be exhausted to death sooner or later.
He must take Feng Baobao away from here as soon as possible and find another way.
Feng Baobao didn't say anything, but just followed Zhang Chulan closely and blocked the attacks for him.
The two men fought and retreated, trying to break out of the valley.
"Want to leave? It's not that easy!"
Ma Xianhong sneered, his figure flashed, and he disappeared from the spot in an instant.
The next moment, he appeared in front of Zhang Chulan and Feng Baobao, blocking their way.
"Zhang Chulan, I told you, today, you must die!"
Ma Xianhong's voice was cold and ruthless, and every word sounded like the sentence of the god of death.
He slowly raised his hand, and a powerful Qi energy condensed in his palm.
"Actually, I don't want to kill you."
Ma Xianhong looked at Zhang Chulan with complicated eyes.
"After all, you are also the heir of the Eight Great Techniques. We are supposed to be companions."
He paused, and his tone became somewhat regretful.
"Unfortunately, you are too stubborn. You are in my way."
"So, you can only die."
Ma Xianhong's voice was soft and calm, as if he was telling a trivial matter.
But there was a cold murderous intent flashing in his eyes.
"Leave Biyou Village and never come back."
After Ma Xianhong said this, he slapped out with his palm.
A powerful breath of Qi swept towards Zhang Chulan and Feng Baobao like a violent storm.
"boom!"
The dull sound of impact echoed in the empty valley, stirring up a cloud of dust.
Feng Baobao gritted her teeth and endured Ma Xianhong's palm strike with great force.
Her petite body and toes left two deep marks on the ground.
"Sister Bao'er!"
Zhang Chulan's eyes were bloodshot and he cried out in shock. He wanted to rush over to catch Feng Baobao, but was stopped abruptly by the invisible Qi wave in front of him.
Ma Xianhong's palm strike seemed to be a simple move, but it actually contained the essence of one of his eight unique skills, "Divine Machine Hundred Refinements".
By integrating Qi with the surrounding environment, you can unleash amazing destructive power with just a move of your hands.
"Cough cough..."
Feng Baobao knelt on one knee, supporting herself with one hand and covering her chest with the other, with a trace of blood flowing from the corner of her mouth.
She raised her head, her eyes still cold, but there was a rare hint of solemnity in that expression that had never changed for thousands of years.
"interesting."
Ma Xianhong raised his eyebrows slightly, with a hint of surprise in his eyes. He originally thought that this palm was enough to make Feng Baobao lose her fighting ability.
But unexpectedly, she actually endured it.
You know, even those famous people would be seriously injured by this palm of mine.
However, the seemingly weak girl in front of him only suffered minor injuries.
This made Ma Xianhong even more curious about Feng Baobao's origins.
"As expected of a temporary worker who knows everything, he is really capable."
Ma Xianhong chuckled, with a hint of amusement in his tone.
He did not rush to attack, but looked at Feng Baobao with interest, as if he was admiring an interesting toy.
"But do you think you can stop me like this?"
Ma Xianhong changed the subject and his eyes suddenly became fierce.
He slowly raised his hand, and a powerful Qi energy condensed in his palm again, which was more violent and terrifying than the previous one.
In the valley, a strong wind suddenly arose, and sand and rocks flew everywhere.
Under the pressure of this powerful Qi, the surrounding trees made crackling sounds, as if they would collapse at any time.
"go!"
Zhang Chulan knew something was wrong, so he pulled Feng Baobao up, turned around and ran without any hesitation.
Are you kidding? A head-on confrontation?
Isn’t that seeking death?
Thirty-six strategies, walking is the best strategy!
Zhang Chulan is not the kind of person who would rather die than live in pain. If he can't win, he will run away. This is the way to survive.
What's more, he is now with Feng Baobao and cannot take any risks.
"Whoosh whoosh!"
Several sounds of breaking through the air were heard. Those were the superior people waving the "Soul-Eating" magic weapon, wrapped in sharp Qi, attacking Zhang Chulan and Feng Baobao.
Various attacks drew tracks in the night, blocking the two people's retreat.
"trouble."
Feng Baobao frowned slightly. She could feel that these attacks were completely different from the previous ones. Each attack contained a special power that seemed to be able to devour a person's soul.
She tapped her toes lightly and her body floated backwards like a weightless feather.
He narrowly avoided several attacks.
At the same time, she drew out the long knife from behind her.
The blade reflected an icy cold light in the moonlight.
"Clang clang clang!"
Feng Baobao swung his sword to block, accurately blocking the attacks directed at Zhang Chulan one by one.
The sound of metal colliding echoed in the silent valley, crisp and harsh.
Sparks flew.
Zhang Chulan took the opportunity to observe the surrounding terrain and look for opportunities to break out.
His eyes quickly swept across every corner of the valley.
"there!"