The Legend of the Condor Heroes: From Being Expelled from Peach Blossom Island

Chapter 133 Pursuit
At this moment, the situation on the field changed drastically. Zhao Feng and the others no longer had the advantage. The two did not make any more moves, but silently retreated and stood together.

Hong Qigong looked at Wu Chengyu and said, "Your Murong family has always been treacherous. Now you're suddenly helping me. Who knows what tricks you're up to?"

Wu Chengyu was powerless to refute. The Beggars' Sect had too deep a prejudice against the Murong family, and once a prejudice was formed, it was difficult to correct. Unless he revealed his identity now, he didn't necessarily want to hide his identity from Hong Qigong, but now was not a good time.

Making the court officials mistakenly believe they are descendants of the Murong family is also a good option.

Wu Chengyu did not reply to Hong Qigong immediately, but turned to look at Lu Zhiyi, Sister Niu and others.

"Brothers and sisters, I rushed here, but I was a step too late. I only managed to save Brother Lin and a few others. Brother Wu is seriously injured and unconscious not far away. There are no enemies on the road at the moment."

You should go and rescue Brother Wu first, then meet up with Brother Lin and the others, and find a secluded place to recuperate first.

"If you need to find me, just send a message to the place where we drank last time, and I'll know exactly how to find you."

Brother Niu and the others looked at each other, not recognizing Wu Chengyu for a moment.

"May I ask who you are, brother?" Niu Wanrou asked.

"Haha, big sister, you need to take good care of your injury. I'm still waiting for you to be twenty years younger to marry me."

Upon hearing this, Yue Family Army and the others immediately knew who Wu Chengyu was. Niu Wanrou was overjoyed and was about to call him Brother Chengyu when she was stopped by the quick-witted Lu Zhiyi.

"Don't worry, brother, we know what to do."

Wu Chengyu turned to Hong Qigong: "Qigong, now it's two against two. I wonder if this master of the Iron Palm of the Mountain-Suppressing Sect dares to be surnamed Qiu. I'll hand him over to you."

As for this swordsman, he killed many of my brothers along the way, and I deeply hate him. Today, I will surely take his head to appease the spirits of my brothers in heaven.

Upon hearing this, Qiu Qianren and Zhao Feng turned and ran in different directions. Having overheard the conversation between Hong Qigong and Wu Chengyu, they assumed that the two were not working together and wanted to find out Wu Chengyu's identity, so they did not run away immediately.

It now seems that Wu Chengyu and Yue Family Army are one family. The situation is beyond saving. They are no match for Hong Qigong alone, let alone Wu Chengyu, who is ruthless and definitely a master.

Wu Chengyu ignored Qiu Qianren and chased after his target.

Zhao Feng's lightness skill was also outstanding, mainly due to his continuous acceleration over a straight distance. Wu Chengyu was only slightly faster than him.

The two ran as fast as they could, and Zhao Feng exerted all his strength, but he found that he could not shake off Wu Chengyu's pursuit. At first, the two maintained a distance of seven or eight zhang, but after running for half an incense stick's time, Wu Chengyu had already chased them to within five zhang.

Like Wu Chengyu, he had always relied on his superior lightness skill to be invincible, and never thought that someone's lightness skill was actually better than his.

After fleeing for more than ten breaths, Zhao Feng realized he couldn't escape and that Wu Chengyu had already caught up to him within three zhang. He made up his mind, turned around, and disappeared into the dense forest nearby.

At this point, Wu Chengyu was also a bit carried away, and disregarding the rule of not entering forests, he plunged straight in.

As soon as they entered the dense forest, a cold light flashed past their eyes. Zhao Feng, upon entering the forest, first darted behind a large tree, then suddenly emerged from the other side of the tree. His lightness skill was fast, and his sword was even faster. In the blink of an eye, he was already at Wu Chengyu's throat.

In a flash, Wu Chengyu turned around, simultaneously creating two figures to dodge the sword. However, while his opponent's lightness skill was slightly inferior, his attack speed far surpassed it. Moreover, in the dense forest, Wu Chengyu's shadow clone technique was blocked by numerous large trees. The fake shadows he created immediately dissipated upon hitting the trees, failing to deceive Zhao Feng. Zhao Feng's sword remained swift, relentlessly pursuing Wu Chengyu's true form.

The inconvenience of using the clone technique greatly restricts Wu Chengyu's lightness skill. His greatest advantage is not speed, but the unpredictable and mind-altering clone technique developed by Spiral Nine Shadows.

There was no time to think further; Wu Chengyu could only rely on his own abilities to get by.

His lightness skill was slightly faster than Zhao Feng's, and Zhao Feng's fast sword was three points faster than Wu Chengyu's attack, so the two were immediately evenly matched.

Only then did Wu Chengyu realize that the longsword in Zhao Feng's hand was no ordinary weapon. Just by lightly gliding it past his eyes, he felt as if his skin was being cut open. He recalled the wounds of the Yue Family Army brothers who had died at Zhao Feng's hands, as well as Lu Zhiyi's double-headed short spear that had been severed.

The longsword in Zhao Feng's hand was actually a divine weapon.

This sword is less than three feet long, bronze in color, and its style is completely different from modern longswords, with an extremely ancient design.

After exchanging several blows with Zhao Feng, Wu Chengyu, without actually clashing with Zhao Feng's longsword, found his clothes torn in several places by the wind from the sword.

With excellent lightness skills, swift attacks, and a sharp sword, this was the most troublesome opponent Wu Chengyu had encountered since his transmigration.

Hong Qigong doesn't count; he's way too advanced. The premise of being difficult to deal with is that there's someone to deal with. Hong Qigong is a complete dimensional reduction attack. Zhao Feng is the only truly evenly matched opponent.

When two equally matched masters clash, a powerful weapon can provide a significant advantage.

Wu Chengyu had no weapon in his hand. The two exchanged several blows in the woods. Several times Wu Chengyu was about to succeed, but he hesitated because of the sharp sword. He was confident that he could defeat his opponent, provided that he could take a blow himself first.

This was unacceptable to Wu Chengyu. Such a divine weapon, even if one were to be struck by it, would cripple him if not killed.

In a moment of urgency, Wu Chengyu unleashed a powerful punch from the Great Subduing Demon Fist Technique. The force of his punch, solid as a pillar, struck the longsword, and Zhao Feng's longsword was so sharp that it split the punch's force in two.

However, the force of the punch, which had split in two, did not dissipate. Zhao Feng had no choice but to dodge, allowing the punch to pierce through the tree trunk behind him.

The two men retreated after Wu Chengyu's punch, each standing less than a zhang apart, their eyes filled with fighting spirit.

Wu Chengyu looked at the longsword in the other's hand and said, "What a fine sword. If it weren't for this sword, you would not be my match."

Zhao Feng held his long sword horizontally and said, "The sword is named Qingli. It was forged by the King of Yue when the states of Wu and Yue were vying for supremacy. The forger used three years to complete it. It was forged in the same furnace as the personal sword of King Goujian of Yue."

This sword is three feet three inches long and weighs six pounds three ounces. It can cut a hair in two and slice iron like mud. It was a gift from the Emperor when I was appointed as the Deputy Commander of the Imperial Guards.

This sword has killed countless people throughout history, but it has never stained the blood of a master like you. I hope you won't disappoint me today.

So, is it true that swordsmen, who are supposed to be all about style, are just showing off like this?
Wu Chengyu hates people who show off the most. He raised his hands and said, "My hands have long fingers and delicate skin. I have held the pen of nine years of compulsory education, touched the hair of a post-2000s little fairy, and twisted off the head of a master. In a moment, I will put you in eighteen different poses and disassemble you into a postmodern style."

(End of this chapter)