I want to embrace the moon for nine days

Chapter 121 The Grandmaster’s Melee

Wu Xian suddenly raised his hand, clenched it into a fist, and lightly smashed it into the air.

His punch was still several feet away from the ground, but the ground shook slightly, like a big drum being beaten, and a thud spread far away.

The men who gathered on the long street from all directions and chased away suddenly put away their swords, released a large number of hidden weapons, turned around quickly, and scattered and hid in the shadows of those houses.

Of these two thousand or so people, a small number were Wuxian's confidants at that time, and most of the rest were the survivors of Jurchen princes, generals, and noble families of the Jin Kingdom. They already harbored deep hatred, and they had been severely trained by Wuxian for more than ten years. , using the hatred in their hearts to cultivate an elite force at its peak.

In the past, Kuang Gutang's business spread to the territory of the Jin Kingdom, and its power and financial resources were so powerful that not only the Southern Song Dynasty court frequently looked at him, but also the people of the Jin Kingdom had naturally coveted him for a long time.

However, when Wuxian presided over this matter, he used a clever method. In addition to rough expropriation on the surface, he also bribed, planted, and cultivated many spies secretly, from the branches in the Kingdom of Jin all the way back to the Southern Song Dynasty.

After the fall of the Jin Kingdom, Wuxian led his people to hide in the mountains, and used the manpower placed in the branch of Kuanggu Hall to provide many conveniences. He often plundered, received support, and concealed the news.

Therefore, these two thousand people definitely lack practical experience.

When they came, they were like wind and fire. They fought skillfully in the streets and the rhythm was tight, making people dizzy. When they left, they dispersed like birds. In an instant, the long street became deserted.

Not to mention that Qiao Feidu and the others were at a loss for a while, even the experts who came from the manor to assist them had not completely left the manor at this time.

"Come on!"

Qiao Feidu quickly came back to his senses and noticed that the institutions in the manor had changed. Knowing that this opportunity could not be wasted, he immediately crossed the river, wrapped up Zuo Xiang and others, and rushed into the manor at high speed.

Chen Shouzhi stood on the high wall, looking at Wu Xian and others across the river, frowning slightly, and suddenly noticed the aura of a top master to the east of the manor, approaching very quickly.

He turned his head and looked east, only to see a big man like a black ape, wrapped in a ball of domineering black energy, charging at high speed and passing over many high walls.

All the hidden weapons were knocked away by the black energy around the man, causing Zhao Lizong to follow leisurely behind.

The two masters were approaching Li Qiumian's alchemy position.

It was also because the Qimen mechanism in the manor was about to release a living door just now, but some flaws were discovered. The mechanism had time to launch, but the operation of the Qimen illusion could not keep up.

In addition, there were more than [-] people on the east side breaking through the wall and attacking, which involved a lot of energy in the entire formation.

Otherwise, even the two great masters would not be able to get in so easily.

"I will lead my team to meet up with Qiao Feidu and the others to build a defensive line. You two will return first for reinforcements."

Shen Weiran shouted softly, and the disciples of Donghai Kongmeng Pavilion and the elites of Fuyao Mountain already cooperated tacitly, and took action one after another to make up for the shortcomings of the southern formation and guard against Wu Xian's subordinates.

Chen Shouzhi and the Dragon Tea Monk looked at each other, nodded at the same time, and turned around.

The wind suddenly stirred, and Chen Shouzhi took a step forward. The Confucian scarf on his head, the hair on his temples, the wide corners of his sleeves, and the hem of his robe were all straightened back.

The Dragon Tea Monk was still on the wall. In terms of movement skills, he seemed to be slightly inferior to Chen Shouzhi, but his two hands moved much faster than Chen Shouzhi's body.

Two bony dark golden palms hit Chen Shou's back at the same time!
  This time the old monk took action, there was no afterimage, but it was more terrifying than the sparring session that day. There was no hint of murderous hostility beforehand, and it did not cause the spiritual warning signs that a grandmaster should have.

The moment the old hands came out of their sleeves, the loose muscles seemed to have completely disappeared, leaving only the skin stretched tightly on the bones, and the joints between the finger bones were highlighted like never before.

When the palm hit Chen Shouzhi, a strong dark gold texture appeared from the inside out, attracting everyone's attention.

"puff!"

Chen Shouzhi was caught off guard by such a killing move. A large mouthful of blood mist spurted out towards the sky, his arms were wide open, and his head and feet were bent back.

It was as if his entire body was originally a taut bamboo board, but it was violently deformed around the area where it was struck.

Translucent air arrows shot out from the tips of his fingers, the soles of his feet and the top of his head at the same time. His hair scarf was shattered, his black hair was broken, and the soles of his shoes were directly exploded.

The old monk's blow originally wanted to blast Chen Shouzhi's torso directly. Unexpectedly, in this situation, Chen Shouzhi could still relieve part of the palm force. Although his ribs were broken and his internal organs were damaged, his spine was not. The big tendons running through the head, neck, trunk and limbs were not broken.

There was even an extremely strong rebound force that bounced back towards the old monk's hands.

Bang! ! ! !

Chen Shouzhi's figure shot out, flew through countless houses and halls, and landed directly not far from the alchemy room.

The old monk's body was also bounced back, and his palms were covered with red dots.

Every drop of blood that burst out from Chen Shouzhi's back was like a small red jade bead, embedded in the palm of the old monk's hand with extremely strong piercing power.

It's a pity that it's just inlaid, not really penetrated.

"What a great trick, you can even use your finger power on the blood on your back!"

When the old monk finished saying this, he had already attacked Shen Weiran twenty-seven times.

The seven-character sword formula of Donghai Kongmeng Pavilion, "White gulls release in the blue sky thousands of miles away", has always been famous for its wild and wild atmosphere.

There is a sword hidden in the piano, and the sound of the piano is like a tide, washing away the clouds and mist. When the long sword comes out, it is like a cloudless sea and sky, with a phantom of white gulls flying away.

However, with twenty-seven palms, all the strings of Shen Weiran's piano were broken, the body of the piano was shattered, and the long sword was shattered into powder as soon as it came out.

Boom! !

A dented palm print appeared on Shen Weiran's chest, and his back hit the rockery. The rocks shattered, knocking each of the Kongmeng Pavilion disciples who had formed a sword formation around them with a stone, causing them to fall apart.

"you……"

Shen Weiran's eyes were splitting, and he knelt half on the ground. His body trembled, and his skin was as red as blood. It seemed that the blood was stimulated by the force of his palms and was about to burst out of his body. Suddenly, dozens of silver needles flew out and immobilized his whole body. Key points.

The old monk saw Uncle Zhang emerging in the distance, but he didn't take it seriously. He spread his cassock in the wind and flew away from here.

The blood beads on the dark golden hands had completely disappeared. Apparently, while defeating Shen Weiran, the minor injuries were healed.

Shen Weiran was a master who had exchanged martial arts with Chen Shouzhi. His endurance was still better than that of Situ Zhongxia. It was said that he also had a top-secret hidden weapon killing move. It would be really troublesome if he was interfering when fighting with others.

But when he was seriously injured and on the verge of death, and was no longer able to take action, it was no longer worth caring whether he died suddenly on the spot.

As for the miracle doctor Zhang Shuwei, it is not worth mentioning at all compared to Meng Zhaoxuan.

"Meng Zhaoxuan is in the attic northwest of the alchemy room!!"

The old monk was in mid-air, and his voice had spread far away and was heard by everyone.

Situ Zhongxia, Deng Guangming and the four major disciples who were guarding near the alchemy room heard the sound as soon as they saw Chen Shouzhi flying from a distance and smashing into the ground, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

The expressions of the six people changed drastically.

"Old bald donkey, it turns out you are a traitor!"

"Shen Monk You? Impossible!"

Although the words spoken by Situ Zhongxia and Deng Guangming were different, the expressions on their faces both contained great anger, and their attacks seemed to be more violent than usual.

The Six Tao Fengyun Formation has been prepared for a long time. Each of the six people draws the essence of heaven and earth and flies into the air to intercept the enemy.

Whether it was Shi Tianze and Zhao Lizong coming from the east, or the old monk coming from the south.

If you want to get to where Meng Zhaoxuan is, you have to pass by the alchemy room first.

When Zhao Lizong saw their formation, he remembered that this formation was at least half responsible for Zheng Dao's death. He snorted coldly in his nose, turned around, and went around to the front of Shi Tianze to confront this formation first.

Shi Tianze was so happy that he turned slightly and went straight to the attic of the agency where Meng Zhaoxuan was located.

"It's just a half-baked useless formation. I'll send you all on the road today to pay homage to the Tathagata!"

Zhao Lizong's hand seals changed three times in a row. When it was dizzying, he leaned forward slightly and pressed down with a palm high in the air.

I saw a huge flesh-colored palm phantom, which was suppressed with a bang. It was so big that it encompassed all six people who were scattered.

This palm is half real, and it does contain profound skills inside, but its strength is weak. Only one skill, spread over such a large area, is difficult to cause anything even to the four disciples without the blessing of the formation. substantial harm.

But just after this huge palm passed through their bodies, the four disciples all felt a great sense of alienation and confusion.

They can still feel the essence of heaven and earth, but they can't mobilize it. They can feel their mouths, but find that the changes in mouth shape are not at all what they want.

They even felt that their bodies had a strange feeling, as if they were recognizing their hands and feet for the first time. They were still in mid-air and didn't know where to put their hands and feet.

In Tantric martial arts, it is believed that the body, speech, and mind are the three most important elements and three entry points for ordinary people's practice. Only when the body, speech, and mind are closely restrained can the essence be maintained and wisdom can be cultivated.

Zhao Lizong's Three Loss and Three Destruction Mahamudra is the opposite, a method that specifically causes the enemy to lose his body, speech, and mind, and then collapses and destroys it.

Originally, the four major disciples should not even be able to control their own thoughts. Before they even noticed it, their minds were filled with distracting thoughts, thinking about things but not thinking about the things in front of them. But because of the existence of the formation, it helped them offset the impact.

Unfortunately, when their hands, feet and skills are at a loss, even if their minds are still clear, it is of no use.

Six figures flew into the air, and as soon as they were halfway there, four of them fell down following the phantom of the huge palm.

When Situ Zhongxia and Deng Guangming approached Zhao Lizong, the energy blessing on their bodies had begun to decline.

Zhao Lizong opened his arms and slapped Situ Zhongxia's sword with his left hand. His right hand was already four feet away, suppressing Deng Guangming's fist.

The two masters of Fuyao Mountain are both men who have experienced hundreds of battles. They have two hands and two feet. Every joint on their bodies and every corner of their clothes can be used as murder weapons.

But when they were pressed by Zhao Lizong's palm, the rest of their bodies had no time to exert force.

Wrapped up by an instinct, they involuntarily focused all their energy and internal strength on their swords or fists to fight against the suppressing palms above.

Zhao Lizong's figure pressed down on the two of them and fell to the ground. In this process alone, the two of them were overwhelmed, and blood appeared in their seven orifices.

The moment the two of them touch the ground, Zhao Lizong will use that little obstacle to completely explode his palm power, using the earth and his own palm to crush the two people into two piles of flesh.

Situ Zhongxia was much shorter than Deng Guangming, but because of the big sword, his feet were closer to the ground than Deng Guangming.

He also knew his situation, and a thought suddenly arose in his mind. He didn't know if he would have a chance to scold these scoundrels and traitors after he died!

At this time, a sharp light suddenly flashed in the alchemy room.

It was a figure as long and narrow as a sword, and it was also an air sword extending from the index and middle fingers. It came extremely unexpectedly.

Zhao Lizong had long noticed the roaring fire and the declining aura in the alchemy room, and knew that Li Qiumian's skills were completely exhausted.

After the sword was thrust out, the feeling of weakened power still existed, so that Zhao Lizong had no chance to avoid the sword.

"Hum!!!"

In the midst of lightning and flint, Zhao Lizong shouted loudly, and sound waves visible to the naked eye vibrated out of his mouth.

It was not that kind of hollow ripple, but like a circular air barrier spreading layer by layer, hitting the sword.

When he stepped into the path of a master, he also tempered his throat, but unlike Leng Youming, he didn't use his throat completely for attacks.

His tempered throat mainly produces secret sounds and Sanskrit sounds to shock himself, purify his skills, strengthen his own practice, and develop his spiritual power.

When he attacks his enemies with his voice, he is essentially transmitting his spiritual power to shake other people's minds, rather than relying on sound waves to hurt them.

Now he had to use this method that he was not good at to buy some time.

laugh! ! !
  Li Qiumian's sword pierced Zhao Lizong's heart, and the tip of the sword came out from behind, but he immediately realized that he had only hurt his flesh and bones, not his heart.

It turned out that during the last shout, Zhao Lizong had already used the highest level of Tianzhu Yoga to move his internal organs and avoid the fatal point.

Situ Zhongxia and Deng Guangming were thrown to both sides. Zhao Lizong closed his palms and clamped the Qi Sword. His forehead was immediately covered with large beads of sweat, and his eyes showed a look of horror and hatred that he chose to devour others.

The Qi Sword had already pierced into his chest. Once it exploded, it would burst with energy. No matter how much the internal organs were moved, they would not be able to move outside the chest. He would still be dead by then.

One mistake led to eternal hatred, and his negligence led to this? !
  At this critical moment, two dark golden palms suddenly slapped Zhao Lizong on the back.

This scene is exactly the same as the scene where Chen Shouzhi was attacked by a sneak attack, but the effect is completely opposite.

The palm power as thick as a mountain poured into Zhao Lizong's body, without causing any harm to him. Instead, it suppressed the part of the sword that existed in his body, and combined the power of the two great masters to obliterate this Qi sword.

Of course it was the old monk who took action. He witnessed this sudden change from the air and came down to rescue without thinking.

A grandmaster is really rare, especially a top figure like Zhao Lizong who has been in the grandmaster realm for decades.

Although the monk did not have much friendship with him, he knew that in this situation, he must not let a top expert in his camp die in vain due to a single negligence.

"break!!"

Li Qiumian looked determined, and with a roar, all his skills were forced to the limit, and the sword energy, which was as stable as crystal, was forcibly detonated.

Although the sword energy that fell into the body failed to explode, the sword energy on Zhao Lizong's chest and behind did explode.

The sword energy on his chest exploded into pieces of flesh and blood on the surface of his chest. The wound expanded to the size of a fist. Even if his internal organs were not blown up, he lost a lot of blood in an instant.

After the sword energy behind him exploded, the fragments shot directly into the old monk's head, face, chest and abdomen.

The old monk covered his face with his left sleeve, and slapped Zhao Lizong on the back with his right hand.

At this moment, Zhao Lizong shot out both palms and struck Li Qiumian.

Li Qiumian caught both of his palms, and suddenly a dark golden palm print came out from his chest and hit Li Qiumian's chest.

Click! ! !

Li Qiumian's ribs were broken and there was severe pain in her chest. She groaned but opened her mouth to scream.

I saw streaks of bright white sword energy, like a goddess scattering flowers, pouring out of his mouth and drawing wonderful arcs in the air.

The sword energy is hardened, sharp and agile. It avoids the strong points in front of the two powerful enemies, and goes around to their sides and backs, targeting various important points to assassinate and surprise them.

His courage-refining sword energy was still extremely stable and maneuverable after leaving the body. When discussing martial arts with Su Hanshan, he used the method of drawing the breath with whistling sounds.

At this moment, he drew his sword with a whistling sound, which was a strange move that the enemy had never seen before.

There were several scars on the old monk's body, and blood was spattered on Zhao Lizong's body. Although they were frightened and injured, they did not retreat. Instead, they became angry and pushed forward with great strength, combining their internal strength.

Li Qiumian flew out and hit the alchemy room. His body swayed and he stopped dead on his feet. He touched his chest with his hand. His face was pale and his mouth and nose were bleeding.

The alchemy room behind him also shook, and then a large number of cracks appeared in the walls and roof tiles, completely collapsed, and smoke and dust were everywhere.

Zhao Lizong fell to the ground and sealed several acupuncture points on his chest, but it still couldn't stop the bleeding. A lot of his eyebrows, hair and beard fell off.

The old monk seemed to be the least injured, but after a few bloody wounds appeared on his face, his cheek muscles twitched, and his facial features suddenly became somewhat different.

"You are not the Dragon Tea Monk!"

Li Qiumian's insides were burning, and he hissed, "Your little Sumeru palm is mixed with the Burning Blood Skull Palm. This is the unique skill of the Jurchens. Who are you?"

The monk laughed dryly: "You all know that the Dragon Tea Monk transformed Ji Nuan, but don't you even know who that Ji Nang is?"

"I'm sure they don't even know that there is a great monk Qianfang under his sect, who was once the clan general of the Great Jin Imperial City, with a beautiful face and Qianfang."

Li Qiumian suddenly realized, and tried to sarcastically say: "Mongolia destroyed the gold, but you are hanging out with Shi Tianze. They must have promised you great benefits."

Monk Qianfang said quietly: "After Meng Zhaoxuan's death, if the Mongols attack Dali again, I will force Dali to surrender. At that time, I will be the new king of Dali."

He was ready to kill Li Qiumian.

Unlike others, no one can guarantee that an opponent like Li Qiumian will not be able to fight back as long as he has not been killed.

But when Monk Qianfang moved his murderous intent and raised his palm, he suddenly felt an inexplicable uneasiness. Between the sky and the earth, the bright moon was shining alone and the wind was rustling. It was as if there was an invisible magic knife reaching out from afar, pointing at his heart. , cold to the bone, moved towards the back of his head.

This kind of aura will last if it doesn't move. If it moves, even he may not be able to withstand this first move. Who is it? !
  Monk Qianfang's throat tightened slightly, and he looked around with furrowed brows. Finally, he couldn't help but look at the agency loft in the northwest.

Shi Tianze had already rushed to the front of the loft of the agency, and swung his knife. The black sword energy was like a sandstorm, destroying the entire upper part of the loft, and a large amount of debris fell to the back of the loft.

There were only four remaining walls left on the foundation, and inside sat an old man with a very tired look and brown hair and beard. He lazily raised his eyes, his eyes seemed unfocused.

"Meng Zhaoxuan!!"

Shi Tianze said every word with anger, "I didn't expect that when we meet again, you will already be such a useless person."

"You don't even deserve me to keep your whole body!"

With a sense of regret in his heart, he raised his knife to strike.

Even though he was already an opponent who was not worthy of exerting all his strength, he still tried his best for the sake of his thoughts over the years.

The sword energy passed through the border like black sand, swallowing up the remaining wall and biting the old man.

Meng Zhaoxuan sat motionless, and the five fingers of his drooping right hand suddenly came together.

(End of this chapter)