Poor Taoist Qiu Chuji

Chapter 39: Sword Over Iron Palm
Facing the overwhelming palm strike from Qiu Qianren, Qiu Chuji kept his feet steady, the long sword in his hand shone with a sharp edge, and lightly twisted in front of him like a silver thread. The criss-crossing sword lights were like a sword net, covering Qiu Qianren's palms.

Faced with this sword net, Qiu Qianren wanted to reach out and tear it apart directly without any thought of dodging.

Iron Palm is the traditional palm technique of the Iron Palm Gang. Originally, it was only second-rate at best in the martial arts world.

It was after Shangguan Jiannan became the leader of the Iron Palm Gang that he integrated the hammer and axe techniques used on the battlefield into this external palm technique, making this palm technique begin to possess the grandeur and domineering power of the battlefield, bringing it to the first-class level, and becoming an external palm technique that can, to a certain extent, be comparable to the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, and gradually became famous in the martial arts world.

Qiu Qianren was a gifted man. He had trained his originally strong and powerful iron palm to have a soft power, reaching the level of combining hardness and softness. Only then could he hit the baby with one palm, causing serious internal injuries for a short period of time, but it was not directly fatal.

At this time, the Iron Palm Kung Fu in Qiu Qianren's hands was already the most supreme martial art in the world.

With such martial arts attainments, he no longer takes ordinary swords or knives seriously.

Although Qiu Chuji had just shown his strong sword skills, when faced with a head-on confrontation, Qiu Qianren was not afraid at all.

And then...Qiu Qianren soon suffered a loss.

An ordinary iron sword, in Qiu Chuji's hand, became as soft as silk, wrapping around Qiu Qianren's arm. The tip of the sword was like a spirit snake spitting out its tongue, specifically drilling into soft places such as the armpits, wrists, and elbows.

The sword moved along the arm, and although there was a collision of force, it always avoided the crucial confrontation, making Qiu Qianren's pair of iron palms somewhat useless.

After fighting with Ouyang Feng, Qiu Chuji kept thinking, if he didn't have any magic weapons in his hands, how could he fight against such a tough and powerful master.

Then, Qiu Chuji thought of the future Wudang Sect's Soft Sword and the Thirteen Swords of the Divine Gate, both of which belong to the sword techniques of avoiding the opponent's sharp edge and hitting the opponent's soft spot. Although Qiu Chuji did not know the specific moves and formulas of these two sword techniques, he was able to incorporate the Flying Catkins Power of the "Fake Nine Yin" into the sword techniques and simulate similar sword moves, which was also a kind of trick.

As expected, this kind of sword move caused Qiu Qianren a lot of trouble. He was careless for a moment and was cut by Qiu Chuji's long sword on the shoulder and armpit.

Although Qiu Qianren avoided the vital points with his rich combat experience, Qiu Chuji still took advantage of him and gained the upper hand.

At this moment, the look in Qiu Qianren's eyes when he looked at Qiu Chuji was no longer just like a cat looking at its prey while playing with a mouse.

Instead, they treat it as a real opponent and are extremely cautious.

He attacked with both palms, not caring about the consumption of true energy, but also temporarily distanced himself from Qiu Chuji and readjusted himself.

"It seems you really hate me."

"He even practiced unique sword techniques specifically targeting me."

"Let me guess, among the Taoists I killed, is there your most respected elder?" Qiu Qianren retreated a distance precariously and stood on a cedar tree on the left side of Yu Qiu Chuji. He swayed his body along the branches, adjusted his breathing and rhythm, and pressed two acupuncture points at the same time to cut off the blood circulation in the shoulder part to avoid excessive blood loss.

He used words to provoke Qiu Chuji's emotions, hoping to find a flaw.

"I'm afraid that Gang Leader Qiu has misunderstood. My swordsmanship was originally used to deal with Ouyang Feng of Baituo Mountain. It's only a coincidence that I use it to deal with you."

"But... it seems that I haven't practiced enough. Since I can't even kill you with this kind of sword moves, I'm afraid it will be even more difficult to deal with Ouyang Feng."

When Qiu Qianren heard this, his defense was immediately broken.

Because he heard the seriousness in Qiu Chuji's words.

He really meant it, and it was not just a provocation.

Lies don't hurt people, the truth is the sharpest knife. As they both worked for the Kingdom of Jin, Qiu Qianren naturally knew Ouyang Feng of Baituo Mountain. They even fought each other, and Qiu Qianren was defeated in both battles.

He even didn't have the courage to face Ouyang Feng again for a short period of time.

After all, from many perspectives, Ouyang Feng is almost a more comprehensive, stronger, more ruthless, and more profound Qiu Qianren. They are equally tough, equally vicious, and equally good at some off-the-board tricks, but Ouyang Feng stepped out of the narrow limitations and became a master-level figure, while Qiu Qianren is still a little short of that.

If Qiu Qianren had to choose, he would rather face Wang Chongyang than face Ouyang Feng again.

There is a feeling of emptiness as soon as I see Ouyang Daocheng.

"How dare you bark, you little boy!" Qiu Qianren crossed his palms, and then like pulling a lever, he slapped Qiu Chuji from the front and back. He was really angry, and put aside all the calculations in his mind. Only by killing Qiu Chuji could he get rid of the hatred in his heart.

He didn't even dare to admit that he was actually afraid too.

Qiu Chuji is so young, yet he has such strength and means, and he has a master like Wang Chongyang to protect him. If such a person is allowed to grow up, wouldn't he live in fear every day, like a thorn in his back?
At this moment, Qiu Qianren suddenly used all his means.

There is a story behind his overlapping and interlaced palms. It is called the 'Yin Yang Hand'. One palm uses a hard force, and the other palm uses a soft force. They overlap and are used alternately, making it impossible to defend against them.

As for which side is yin and which side is yang, it all depends on one thought.

The palms intertwined and the force was transferred. If the person was not careful, he would be sucked in and could not get out.

After Qiu Chuji took two sword strikes head-on, he realized that it was no longer possible to counter with his soft sword.

He immediately changed his sword path, alternating between the Quanzhen Sword Technique and the Jade Girl Sword Technique. Although it did not reach the perfection of the Jade Girl Pure Heart Sword, one sword was as high as the sky, one sword was as vast as the earth, one sword went into the clouds, and one sword went down the mountain valley. It was messy and orderly, and it seemed that there were flaws everywhere, but it was impossible to catch any loopholes.

If Qiu Qianren's Yin-Yang Hand used the Yang hand to strike firmly, he would fall into the fake sword shadow. If he used the Yin hand to attack by surprise, he would be forced back by the powerful sharp blade.

The two of them sped along the treetops, fighting all the way.

Wherever they passed, the swaying treetops became their battlefield.

The broken rime turned into ice dust and scattered in the wind.

As the fight gradually reached the hundredth move, both men had a deeper understanding of each other's attacking methods.

In an instant, Qiu Chuji changed his tactics first, and used his Xiantian Kung to swallow a mouthful of the Qi of heaven and earth. The strength of his true Qi increased dramatically, and the sword in his hand became purer, and he stabbed straight at Qiu Qianren.

Qiu Qianren sensed the change in Qiu Chuji's breath. Black spots condensed on his palms. He pressed one palm against the tip of the sword and swung his other arm from behind his head. The original arm length increased by three inches for no reason. He chopped Qiu Chuji's forehead fiercely with his palm, like a giant axe chiseling a mountain.

Bang!
Qiu Qianren's palm pressed heavily on Qiu Chuji's forehead, but it made a sound like a huge bell.

Qiu Chuji's forehead was golden and even glowing.

Qiu Qianren was stunned for a moment, and then felt a pain in his heart.

Qiu Chuji's sword had already pierced into his heart, biting his heart tightly.

(End of this chapter)