The Legend of the Condor Heroes: Starting from the Bodyguard

Chapter 189 The Raging Sword Roars Through the Sand

The subtle clues and hidden threads are like a snake in the grass, concealing a path that stretches for thousands of miles.

Based on fragmentary clues from The Legend of the Condor Heroes and its world, and combined with the current developments in the martial arts world, Zhou Yan made a rough guess.

The Indian monk was Master Yideng's junior brother, and he went to western Hunan to search for the Golden Baby. Whether he knew that Master Yideng was within the vicinity of Iron Palm Mountain remains to be seen.

Perhaps he knew, or perhaps he just happened to come across the hermitage of Master Yideng while searching for the Golden Baby.

An Indian monk asked a monk why he, who practiced asceticism in the Western Regions, had come to Shaolin Temple in China. That monk should be a descendant of the Zen Master Ku Hui.

The man who drew his sword had told the burly man in the felt hat, "No need for the master to take action," clearly indicating that the other party was from the Vajra Sect of the Western Regions. Moreover, Zhou Yan was familiar with a move where the left palm overlapped with the right, which could produce both explosive force and penetrating force that could strike through mountains and cattle. If there was no doubt, it was the Vajra Prajna Palm.

We have to wade through this muddy water.

Whether Duan Huai'an can be brought back to life depends on the Indian monk.

The Vajra Sect of the Western Regions are enemies.

As Zhou Yan ran, he slashed with his left hand and unleashed a palm strike with his right, executing the move "The Dragon Regrets" from the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms.
He diligently practiced the "Tendon Changing and Bone Strengthening Chapter" of the Nine Yin Manual and drank herbal wine. His current skill level was 40% higher than when he went to the Ancient Tomb. With a single palm strike, the powerful palm wind made a sound like soybeans popping in a pot in the air. In the eyes of the burly man in the felt hat, Zhou Yan's palm and aura seemed to devour the heavens and the earth.

"Where did this busybody come from? Are you tired of living?" The burly man in the felt hat roared, his left palm overlapping his right, and suddenly the two palms crossed slightly, like a lotus blooming before the Buddha, to meet Zhou Yan's Dragon Subduing Palm.

There was a muffled bang.

A transparent vortex formed between the two men's palms, which then emitted a sharp sound like tearing silk.

The burly man's felt hat was suddenly lifted by the strong current, revealing his shiny bald head.

Zhou Yan's body slumped and rose, gripping his opponent's shoulder with the "Crushing Divine Claw." The monk exhaled like thunder, his shoulder muscles bulging. Zhou Yan suddenly felt as if his hands were gripping a hard stone. In an instant, the monk changed his palm into a fist. The punch struck without making a sound, as if all the air was compressed into the fist's edge, and pounded towards Zhou Yan's chest.

Before the fist even arrived, Zhou Yan's gray robe spun out like a vortex. In a flash, his body bent into an arc like a drawn bow, keeping his head and feet still, using the backward indentation of his chest and back to create space, and his right hand slapped towards the opponent's head in an instant.

This ability to adapt to changing circumstances in an instant is precisely the experience he has honed through countless battles with his enemies.

At most, the monk could severely injure him, while he could smash the monk's bald head with a single palm strike.

The monks of the Vajra Sect sensed something was wrong, thinking to themselves that this kid actually had the ruthlessness of his master, using a self-destructive approach to fight against their Vajra Fist.

The monk ducked back and kicked out with both legs. Zhou Yan blocked the monk's left foot with his left arm across his chest, and used his right hand to perform a grappling technique from the "Yue Family Freehand" style, grabbing the monk's ankle.

Zhou Yan's muscles writhed like a giant python. Using the force of the monk's kick that he had absorbed with his left hand, he spun around and lifted the monk up with one hand, like a stone lock used in his daily training, and slammed him to the ground.

The thick wooden table shattered into pieces, dust billowed everywhere, and the monk's body slid a considerable distance away, leaving a striking mark on the ground.

The monk felt his blood boiling and his back felt like it was falling apart. He then used the "Hawk somersault" to get up, and Zhou Yan continued to attack with the powerful and unparalleled palm techniques of the "Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms," such as "Shocking a Hundred Miles," "Benefiting to Cross Great Rivers," "Dense Clouds," and "Fish Leaping from the Abyss."

The monk's body swayed wildly, as if he had changed into four or five different forms and used six or seven different fist and palm techniques in an instant, but he was still trapped in Zhou Yan's palm style and could not escape. The monk roared furiously and his body kept retreating until he crashed into the wall. Immediately, dirt flew up behind him. Then, the monk was hit into the wall by Zhou Yan's move "Riding the Six Dragons" and was blasted out of the wall.

In Zhou Yan's perception, the monk's martial arts skills were a level higher than Baoneng's, who was killed at the Yellow River Wharf in Tongguan, but slightly inferior to the monk who assassinated Wanyan Honglie in Zhongdu. He should be Baoneng's senior brother.

The scorching sun beat down on the earth, causing it to crack. The monk, who had flown out of the inn, crashed to the ground, bounced a few times like a skipping stone, and then leaped up and ran away frantically.

Perhaps sensing a deadly crisis, the previously fierce and ruthless monk didn't utter a single harsh word, fearing that his last breath would leak out and delay his escape.

He was not only a skilled fighter but also adept at adapting to changing circumstances. When fleeing for his life, he showed no regard for the decorum expected of a master. If you encountered such an opponent and gained the upper hand, you would show no mercy. Zhou Yan leaped out like a shadow.

One of the escorts shouted, "Head镖师, bow!"

While Zhou Yan was in mid-air, he flicked his left elbow, and the giant ox-horn bow appeared in front of him in a circle amidst the dust. The moment he landed, he turned his back and drew an arrow from the quiver, the bowstring taut like a full moon. With a "thud," the long arrow pushed through the ripples of air and whistled towards the monk.

In a flash, he nocked a second arrow and shot it out. Then, Zhou Yu lunged forward like a leopard, charging towards the monk. He drew his massive bow again, the string humming, and another arrow shot out like lightning. The monk, sensing the wind and sound, slashed away an arrow with a backhand strike, then dodged the second, third, and fourth arrows. Suddenly, a whooshing sound, like thunder, approached. The monk rolled to his feet, turned, and unleashed a powerful "Diamond Palm" strike.

The monk was met with a long arrow held in Zhou Yan's hand.

"Ah!" In a hysterical scream, the arrowhead pierced the monk's hands. Zhou Yan's right hand circled and hooked in front of the monk's eyes, then suddenly stretched out and plunged five fingers straight into his forehead.

The monk rolled over and fell to the ground, instantly dying.

……

Mu Nianci did not fully understand Zhou Yan's intentions, but when she heard the Indian monk say that he had medical skills, Zhou Yan chased after her. She used her iron spear to protect the monk behind her, and at the same time, the spear sealed the breach in the wall.

The eight or nine burly men who suddenly attacked were aimed at the monks of Shaolin Temple in the Western Regions, but Mu Nianci wielded her spear like a snake spitting its tongue, completely sealing off an area of ​​two zhang in radius. The hall was spacious enough for nearly ten people to fight, but it became narrow and cramped, making it difficult for them to move freely. Mu Nianci escaped unharmed.

A man rushed towards the door, and lime was suddenly thrown over, followed by throwing knives and caltrops. Four guards outside the inn stood watch at the door.

"Kill that lady and boy!" A burly man with keen eyesight lunged at Duan Chaoxi. With a loud bang, a heavy iron spear pierced through the wall from the other side, penetrating the man's ribs and immobilizing him.

Immediately afterward, the window shattered, and Zhou Yan landed in front of Madam Duan and the others who were being protected by the guards. In the instant he passed by, he drew the Qingfeng sword from the table.

The longsword fell from above, its blade spreading out in a fan shape, gleaming as it fell upon a burly man who rushed to the inn's door. It was none other than the "Five Divine Swords of Hengshan".

Seeing the sword shadows clashing and the cold blades poised to strike, how could the burly man possibly dodge? With a soft snap, the longsword struck the "Tian Tu" acupoint on the Yin Wei meridian, one of the eight extraordinary meridians in the burly man's body.

Zhou Yan used his sword to strike the acupoints, and the big man felt a tingling and itchy sensation all over his body. His internal energy was blocked, and he lost his balance and fell to the ground like a wooden stake.

"It's a tricky idea."

"Get out of here"

Several figures rose from the ground. Zhou Yan rushed out, swung his sword, and unleashed a terrifyingly sharp attack. A staggering amount of blood exploded in the air, and half of his body fell to the ground.

Several people leaped to the second floor, but Zhou Yan's figure solidified first. His gray robes fluttered like surging clouds, making it impossible to see any movement. Amidst the cracking sound of the air, sword light danced, like shooting stars streaking across the sky, incredibly fast.

Terrified screams rang out all around as one after another, burly men who had leaped up to the second floor crashed down.

Inside the hall, Mu Nianci, whose pressure had eased, thrust her spear several times, knocking two burly men to the ground.

Outside the inn, Liang Xiaowu brandished his long sword, sending large chunks of flesh and blood soaring into the sky. His fierce slashes even shattered the bones of the burly man he was fighting.

The burly man with a split in his chest flew backwards through the hole in the wall into the inn and crashed to the ground.

All the burly men who colluded with the monks of the Vajra Sect, except for one who was struck by Zhou Yan's acupuncture point technique, died a violent death.

The air was filled with a nauseating stench of blood. While Zhou Yan and the others were fighting, Madam Duan, Duan Chaoxi, and the maid didn't seem to notice anything amiss. Suddenly, the fighting stopped.

The three men were very close to each other. One of them was a man who was pinned down by the Xuan Tie spear, blood gushing down the spear shaft. A little further away was a man whose chest had been cleaved open by Liang Xiaowu.

The maid let out a cry of "Ah!" and her legs went weak, causing her to collapse to the ground. Duan Chaoxi bent over and vomited.

Madam Duan braced herself on the table, her face deathly pale.

Zhou Yan ignored the others and said to Liang Xiaowu, "Interrogate this person."

"Got it."

Liang Xiaowu instructed the men to clean up the corpses, while Zhou Yanyue went outside the inn to check on the injuries of the Shaolin monk from the Western Regions. The Indian monk followed, squatted down, and took his pulse. Then, his eyebrows drooped, and he muttered incantations.

(End of this chapter)