ATPnovel Chapter 156 Fighting the Hunchbacked Swordsman
Chapter 156 Fighting the Hunchbacked Swordsman
The hunchbacked swordsman's three sword energies attacked Yue Feng's face, chest, and abdomen, sharp and ruthless. Although the Huashan Sect also had sword techniques that could strike three times in one move, such as "Taiyue Three Green Peaks" and "Deadly Three Immortal Swords," none of them were as powerful as what Yue Feng was seeing at this moment.
Curious about the hunchbacked swordsman's swordsmanship, he struck with his left hand, "Dragon Appears in the Field," dispersing the sword energy. The dispersed sword energy still possessed considerable power, but Yue Fengjing, relying on his Zihua Immortal Body's external martial arts, ignored it.
He unleashed palm strikes and strode forward without stopping. Even though he moved slowly, he had already stepped onto the third level of stone steps in a single move. Seeing his proud swordsmanship so easily neutralized by Yue Feng, the hunchbacked swordsman stood up, took a deep breath, and unleashed a flurry of wild slashes and hacks with his longsword like a storm.
When he sat, his back was hunched over like a hunchback, but now, standing and wielding the sword, his back was as straight as a javelin. His whole being was like the sheathless sword in his hand, sharp and captivating!
The two were more than ten feet apart, but as soon as the hunchbacked swordsman swung his sword, the vanguard of the sword energy had already reached Yue Feng.
Yue Feng's palms flew, casually unleashing techniques, sometimes the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms, sometimes the Maha Vajra Finger, deflecting the hunchbacked swordsman's sword energy one by one. Unable to subdue Yue Feng, the hunchbacked swordsman suddenly stopped, bowed to Yue Feng, and said:
"Your martial arts are divine, I admire you. However, my master has ordered that no one is allowed to pass through the mountain gate. I have no choice but to offend you."
After saying this, without waiting for Yue Feng's reply, he suddenly held his longsword upright in front of him. The slightly broad blade obscured half of his thin face, but in the one eye that wasn't hidden, a sharp light suddenly burst forth. The longsword seemed to be summoned by something, and its tip emitted a pure white glow.
The moment the glow reached its peak, the sword slave let out a muffled groan, his face and eyes turning a blood-red hue. Ignoring the strange sensation in his body, he suddenly lowered his sword tip, aiming for Yue Feng's heart.
In an instant, all the light and sound seemed to focus on the tip of the sword slave's sword, including Yue Feng's gaze. He took a step forward with a calm expression, his right foot occupying the Qian position; his left palm drew a circle, while his right palm pushed towards the tip of the sword slave's sword.
His "Dragon Soars to the Sky, Regrets" technique concentrated and solidified its power, making his hand resemble a heavy shield. With a soft "whoosh," the swordsman's longsword pierced through Yue Feng's palm strike. The swordsman opened his mouth to sigh, but unexpectedly, blood spilled from his mouth.
Just as the sword tip was about to pierce Yue Feng's palm, a palm force several times stronger than before surged forth. Under the combined attack of his own internal force and this palm force, the sword slave's longsword bent violently and broke into several pieces with a "clang".
Sword Slave coughed up blood and collapsed to the ground. A hint of surprise flickered across his usually expressionless, thin face. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but the devastating blow he had just unleashed had drained his life force. His eyes rolled back, and he tumbled backward, losing consciousness.
Yue Feng stepped forward to examine the sword slave's condition and found that all eight of his meridians were destroyed. Such injuries could not be described as mere "internal injuries." Yue Feng knew that even with his Purple Flower Immortal Body, which had been fused with the Taoist Longevity Technique, he could not save this man's life, let alone anyone else.
But... if someone truly possessed such abilities, Yue Feng wouldn't mind giving him a chance. Though he was reluctant to admit it, the sword slave's martial arts skills and demeanor had indeed won him a slight favor. For Yue Feng, this slight favor was worth the slight, unwarranted risk.
Therefore, he only glanced at the sword slave before walking into the mountain gate, leaving the sword slave's body to slowly grow cold.
In the courtyard of Liangshan Temple, beneath an ancient tree, a monk and a layman are playing chess. The monk, in his fifties, has a serene expression and composed demeanor; the other, dressed in white and around forty years old, has his eyes closed and is breathing heavily, seemingly asleep.
Suddenly, a soft sigh was heard, and the monk said, "Master Tang's chess skills are exquisite; this humble monk is ashamed to admit defeat. If Master Tang has nothing else to say, please take your sword servant down the mountain."
The white-clad man surnamed Tang leisurely opened his eyes, glanced at the chessboard, and said, "Master Duyi, with your chess skills, you should have more than just these tricks. However, since you've conceded defeat, I have nothing more to say."
"I'll say it again: help me find Yan Xingyun, and I'll leave with Jian Nu. Otherwise, this game of chess will have to continue indefinitely."
Du Yi heard a fierce wind coming from the mountain gate, clearly indicating that the sword slave was fighting with someone unknown. Fearing that someone might die by the sword slave's sword, he specially transferred all the main force away and sent people to order all the branch villages not to come to Peach Blossom Peak tonight.
Surprisingly, someone still came. Generally speaking, the person in charge of a branch village wouldn't disobey his orders. Could it be that the messenger made a mistake? Or perhaps an outsider stumbled upon this by accident?
In either case, if his friendship with Yan Xingyun leads to the tragic death of an innocent person, what kind of monk is he? How can he presume to talk about compassion?
His anxiety was palpable, and it involuntarily showed on his face. The man in white noticed this and sneered inwardly.
Du Yi could hear the commotion at the mountain gate, and so could he. But he didn't care how many innocent lives would be sacrificed to find Yan Xingyun. For a scion of a noble family like him, human lives were merely stepping stones to his goal.
Suddenly, the fighting stopped. Du Yi could no longer sit still; he jumped up and ran towards the exit. The man in white smiled coldly, flicked his finger at the edge of the chess basket, and several white pieces jumped out, completely blocking Du Yi's path.
With a flick of his robe sleeve, Du Yi knocked down several white stones. Using the momentum of the flick, he deftly spun around and charged outwards at an even faster speed.
Seeing that all the white pieces on the ground were intact, the man in white knew that Du Yi's "Kasaya Subduing Demon Skill" had reached an extremely refined level. Seeing that Du Yi had already passed him, he waved his hand lightly, and two Bodhi beads, like shooting stars, struck Du Yi's back.
The two Bodhi beads were the same size, but rotated in opposite directions; flying side by side, the sound of the wind emanating from the beads canceled each other out, becoming barely audible. Du Yi rushed forward a few steps, wondering why the man in white would let him leave, when he suddenly felt a hard object press against his back, and was horrified.
Without stopping, he turned and pointed with all his might, striking one of the Bodhi beads. Although the finger was extended while running, it was solemn and dignified, subtly revealing a kingly aura.
The Bodhi bead that Du Yi touched was deflected back; the other Bodhi bead, however, struck Du Yi squarely in the back of the head.
Du Yi stumbled and was about to fall when suddenly a blue shadow flashed before his eyes. A young man in a blue robe appeared as if he had emerged from the ground and reached out to support him.