Xuanxia

Chapter 107 The Unreasonable Monk
Qiu Chan's sword tip deflected, and the monk's palm strike missed, and both of them showed surprised expressions at the same time.

Qiu Chan raised her eyebrows and glared: "Fu, what are you doing!"

Monk: "Who are you?!"

But no matter what, now that the weapons have appeared, it is impossible to stop.

Qiu Chan jumped up from the ground, and with light steps, she flashed behind the monk like a ghost, flicked the soft sword, and pointed it at the back of his head again.

The monk did not dare to delay and turned around to strike with a palm. The wind from his palm was as real as substance. The strong wind arrived before his palm and it made the soft sword buzz and deflect to the side.

One palm strike followed another. Qiu Chan gritted her teeth and retreated quickly, but the wind from the palm strike was so fierce that it blew off a piece of cloth from her shoulder in an instant.

Outside the gate, Fu Qingzhou lowered his head and glared: "Old man, you should be responsible for your words! What's going on!"

"Why blame me? It's really not him."

The smoker felt aggrieved: "This monk is not the man who killed someone in the casino in the early morning."

Fu Qingzhou was furious, pointing at the monk who was forcing Qiu Chan to retreat: "Isn't he exactly the same monk as the one you took from Xiao Ling's memory before!"

"Really? But it's definitely not him?" The smoker was clearly confused as well: "Why would I lie to you?"

Just then, Qiu Chan let out a muffled groan.

She was forced into a corner by the monk. The palm technique was like a huge wave and there was no way to avoid it. She had to channel her internal energy into the sword, making the soft sword straight and solid, and block it forcefully.

Unfortunately, there was a huge gap in their realms. Although she blocked the palm strike with her sword, she still crashed heavily into the wall, with blood flowing from the corner of her mouth.

Upon seeing this, Fu Qingzhou quickly drew his bow and shot three arrows in quick succession.

The monk was just about to raise his palm to chop Qiu Chan to death when he suddenly heard a strong wind blowing beside his ear. He glanced sideways and saw three black arrows flying through the air with a terrifying momentum.

He had no choice but to turn around and respond. He raised the sleeve of his cassock with his left hand, and a whirlwind whistled, deflecting the flying arrows.

But Fu Qingzhou would never give him the chance to get close to Qiu Chan again. He plucked the bowstring like a musical instrument and shot arrow after arrow, forcing the monk to retreat and block at the same time.

"Who are you!"

The monk was furious: "Could it be that Fa Zheng has sent someone to kill me?!"

Fa Zheng?!
Hearing this name, Fu Qingzhou's pupils condensed, and he drew an arrow from the quiver: "Do you know Fa Zheng?"

On the other side, Qiu Chan wanted to take advantage of the opportunity when the monk was forced to retreat to raise her sword again, but she paused at this moment, recalling how Fu Qingzhou had just blocked her sword, and stopped where she was in confusion.

"You were really found by Fa Zheng!"

But when the monk heard that Fu Qingzhou knew about Fa Zheng, he instantly became furious, and a huge force burst out from his body, and he blasted forward with a palm from a distance!
The force of this palm was much stronger than before. The strong wind instantly blew away the oncoming arrow and hit Fu Qingzhou from a distance of several feet!

Fortunately, the distance was still sufficient for reaction. Fu Qingzhou used the Yiran Jue to resist. Although his chest felt like it was hit by a heavy hammer and he took a big step back, he was not seriously injured.

He really wanted to explain, but when he opened his mouth, he could only cough violently and couldn't utter a word.

Fortunately, Qiu Chan on the other side also sensed the situation. Seeing that the monk was about to chop at her with his palm raised, she quickly stepped on tiptoe and retreated towards the temple gate, shouting, "We are here to kill Fa Zheng, not to find you!"

Unexpectedly, the monk didn't listen at all and sneered: "You can't beat me and you want to get away? You wish!"

After he finished speaking, his eyes widened, and he jumped up from the ground, rushing towards the two people outside the temple gate like a cannonball.

Fu Qingzhou and Qiu Chan had no choice but to fight with him, but this monk clearly had the strength of the sixth realm. His palm techniques were extremely exquisite, and his palm power could break stones and split rocks. The two of them had a very hard time fighting. Not only did they fail to hurt the monk, but they even had some flesh and blood scraped off by his palms.

Qiu Chan managed to dodge with her light footwork, and shouted helplessly: "Mr. Fu, what's going on?"

Fu Qingzhou was also very upset. He used his bow to parry, and his knuckles were cracked and bleeding. "This monk is totally unreasonable. I can only subdue him first and then ask him clearly!"

"After all, he recognized Fa Zheng!"

Qiu Chan gritted her teeth and said, "But now we..."

She was talking halfway when the monk grabbed her wrist, threw her high up, and threw her to the ground. Fortunately, she was very calm and used her sword to scratch the monk's fingers just before she hit the ground, forcing him to let go. She was able to use the force to slap the ground and roll to the side, avoiding being smashed to pieces.

"...I can't beat him!" She shouted out the rest of the sentence. Fu Qingzhou blocked another palm strike with his bow, and the bow was buzzing. He was also hit and staggered back several steps. He didn't even have time to draw his arrow, and a new palm strike came.

He gritted his teeth and said, "Help me hold him off for a moment!"

Qiu Chan got up from the ground and swung her sword again: "How long?"

"Three arrows!" Fu Qingzhou said in a deep voice: "I only want three arrows!"

Qiu Chan didn't say anything, but silently took out a pill from her arms and quickly swallowed it.

The next moment, the raindrops falling around her suddenly turned into white mist.

That was not Lingxu white mist, but her Zixiao Jiuyin Gong had suddenly increased a lot. The rain touched her icy body and quickly condensed into small water droplets on its surface, forming mist.

She handed the sword out, and the sword was emitting cold air, and it stabbed at the monk!
The monk was startled and slapped the sword with his backhand, but although he deflected the sword, a chill came out of his hand.

"Humph!"

He snorted coldly and raised his palm again regardless of the chill: "You think you can hold me back like this? You wish!"

He kicked Fu Qingzhou away and fought with Qiu Chan.

It was clear that the monk wanted to end the battle quickly.

However, Zixiao Jiuyin Gong is the supreme magical skill of Ziqi Xianfeng Temple. The coldness there is not as simple as frost on the skin and flesh. It can penetrate into the bone marrow and corrode the internal organs. If the difference in skill level is great, it can even freeze a person into an ice sculpture.

After only three or two rounds of fighting, one could clearly feel that Qiu Chan was different from before. Before, no matter what she did, she could only use the power of her magic weapon to injure the monk. But now that her power had greatly increased, she could really hurt people with her cold air, and the monk's speed slowed down visibly.

But Fu Qingzhou knew that this would not last long.

He had seen similar records of elixirs in the books in Wuwei Temple. The medicinal power of this kind of elixir was overbearing and fierce, and most of the time the effect lasted for a very short time, and would harm the foundation of the person who took it. Even if Ziqi Xianfeng Temple could refine elixirs with very little side effects, it would not last long.

He had no time to waste, nor did he intend to waste time.

After being kicked away, Fu Qingzhou immediately rolled on the ground to relieve the huge force, then spat out a mouthful of blood and pulled out an arrow from the quiver with his backhand.

That iron arrow was slightly different from the other iron arrows. There was a circle of yellow talismans wrapped around the arrow, and the talisman paper was covered with red talisman characters!

Earlier in Wanshi Town, when Fu Qingzhou saw Qiu Chan using talismans, he had an epiphany and afterwards prepared a lot of arrows wrapped with yellow talismans as a hidden killing move.

With a sound, the iron arrow left the bow.

The monk who was fighting fiercely with Qiu Chan didn't have time to chop the arrow with his palm, but he still reacted fast enough and grabbed the arrow that was shot at him with his backhand.

"Hmph, old..."

He was halfway through his words when his expression suddenly changed!
The arrow exploded.

There was no fire, no smoke, just a force that suddenly exploded in his palm, and countless iron filings scattered in the crisp bang, not only piercing his hands into a bloody mess, but also scratching countless bloody marks on his face!
The monk was caught off guard and cried out in pain. At the same time, Qiu Chan's cold sword was handed to him.

But he was really a ruthless man. Even in this situation, he still reacted very quickly. While turning his head to avoid the sword, he raised his foot and kicked Qiu Chan in the chest, sending her flying!
Qiu Chan flew backwards and hit the temple gate. She frowned and spat out a mouthful of blood. The blood fell to the ground and quickly solidified into ice.

She wanted to stand up again, but found that she could no longer move her body - the short-lived effect of the medicine had worn off.

At this time, Fu Qingzhou's second arrow also arrived.

The monk didn't dare to take the attack with his hands anymore. He dodged sideways and strode towards Fu Qingzhou.

But just when he thought he had avoided the arrow, a huge explosion sounded behind him again, and countless tiny sounds of breaking through the air came from behind. The monk dared not ignore it, so he turned around, waving his sleeves, and tried his best to disperse the countless fragments shot at him.

By the time he finished doing all this, Fu Qingzhou's voice came from less than two steps behind him.

"This arrow is aimed at the back of your head."

He panted tiredly and said slowly: "If you move again, the iron arrow will enter your brain. Not only will it kill you, but it will also blow your head into tofu pudding."

(End of this chapter)