The Legend of the Condor Heroes: Starting from the Bodyguard

Chapter 214 Hua Zheng Jumps into the River, Kills the Bandits and Captures the King

Like scattered catkins, like flakes of goose feathers.

The fast boat, sailing downstream, broke through the snow fog and rapidly approached the large ship.

On the fast boat, a middle-aged man dressed in black said, "Thank you for your trouble, Chief Sha and Lord Hou."

Sha Tongtian gave a sinister smile: "Easy, Hall Master Dai, do you need our fellow disciples' help?"

The burly man said arrogantly, "The underwater matters are handled by the Yellow River Gang, while the matters on the water can be handled by the Iron Palm Gang."

"it is good."

Sha Tongtian said no more, and with a splash, he jumped into the river. The three-headed dragon Hou Tonghai and his seven or eight Yellow River gang water ghosts followed closely behind, leaping into the icy river and disappearing into the waves.

The speedboat continued forward. The Iron Palm Gang member drew his long knife and, as the two boats drew near, leaped onto the larger vessel. In the blink of an eye, more than twenty men from several speedboats boarded the larger ship, some leaping and others throwing steel hooks.

……

A hysterical scream rang out from the large ship. Guo Jing, who was discussing matters with Tore, Jebe, Hua Zheng and others, was stunned. But in an instant, one scream after another followed.

"Oh no, someone's hijacking the ship!" Guo Jing rushed out, and Hua Zheng and Zhebie grabbed their bows and arrows.

Hua Zheng had only taken two steps when she saw a figure flickering toward the door from the side of the oiled paper window. She drew her bow and shot an arrow through the thin paper window.

Guo Jing stepped out of the room, and a flash of light, like a bolt of lightning, rose into his field of vision, then froze. The man's head had been pierced by a long arrow shot from inside the room.

"Ah!" The burly man in black screamed and fell to the ground. Guo Jing bent down, picked up the long sword from the ground, and used the Quanzhen sword technique, which was taught to him by Ma Yu and Qiu Chuji when he traveled north from Lin'an, to stab the man whom Sha Tongtian called Master Dai.

Master Dai brandished his steel saber and slashed furiously. With a clang, sparks flew everywhere. Both of them swayed. Master Dai's long saber was like a storm, each strike heavier than the last, aiming to shatter Guo Jing. Guo Jing retreated while parrying the attacks. The clanging sounds were like raindrops hitting banana leaves, but no matter how Guo Jing swung his sword, he could not break through the opponent's saber momentum.

The sounds of fighting erupted from the large ship in an instant.

Ke Zhen'e, Zhu Cong, Han Xiaoying, and others on the ship ahead jumped out of their rooms. In their line of sight, on a large ship in the distance, a burly man was wielding a steel knife and slashing like lightning, forcing Guo Jing to retreat continuously.

"Jing'er!" Han Xiaoying shouted anxiously.

The two large ships were more than ten feet apart, one in front of the other. Even Ouyang Feng and Huang Yaoshi couldn't reach them, let alone Han Xiaoying and the others.

Zhu Cong immediately said, "Lower the sails."

Han Xiaoying suddenly realized what was happening, leaped up and landed under the mast, swiftly slicing the sail ropes with a few sword strokes.

The sails fell like a blue cloud, instantly slowing the ship down.

Ke Zhen'e and the others all went to the stern to watch anxiously. First, they saw the large ship sailing towards the shore, and then they saw it drift uncontrollably sideways on the water.

"Oh no, someone's stabling the boat!" Zhu Cong's expression changed, and he jumped into the river.

Ke Zhen'e and others came from Jiangnan and were familiar with water, especially Han Xiaoying, the "Jade Maiden Sword" who came from a fisherman's family.

Han Xiaoying abandoned her sword, found a dagger, and followed Zhu Cong as they leaped into the river.

The short, stout Han Baoju shouted, "I haven't swum in over ten years!" As soon as he finished speaking, he sprang up and fell into the river.

A moment later, only a lone flying bat remained on the bow of the large ship.

Despite his martial arts skills and mastery of hidden weapons, he was helpless at this moment. He could only hear the increasingly intense sounds of weapons clashing in the distance, and he impatiently kept hitting the side of the ship with his steel staff.

"Jing'er, your second master and the others are here. Hold on!" Ke Zhen'e shouted.

……

Besides Hua Zheng, Zhebie, and others, there were dozens of Mongol soldiers on the large ship where Guo Jing was. These soldiers were undoubtedly fierce, but how could they be a match for the Iron Palm Clan's experts?

Hua Zheng saw an Iron Palm Clan expert rushing towards her. The blade flashed in the air with a sharp sound like tearing silk, piercing into the body of a Mongolian soldier in front of her. The soldier's neck slid diagonally to one side, his entire upper body was cut open, and thick blood gushed out.

The burly man grinned maliciously, sheathed his sword, and attacked with a grappling technique, saying, "Come on, little girl."

Hua Zheng glanced at Guo Jing, then turned and jumped into the river.

The gray skirt billowed in the air and disappeared into the river in an instant.

Guo Jing, nicknamed "Hua Zheng," had bloodshot eyes and wanted to jump into the river to rescue Hua Zheng, but he was trapped by the sword technique of the long sword in Dai Tangzhu's hand and could not escape.

In the midst of Guo Jing's utter confusion, a voice suddenly rang out, "Hey kid, how come your Quanzhen swordsmanship is so bad? Who taught you?"

He was in a daze and couldn't hear anything. The hall master surnamed Dai was shocked. He suddenly stopped his sword and looked down. He saw a little old man with long hair, long eyebrows and a long beard sitting on the mast.

"Who are you?"

"Hey kid, I'm asking you a question."

The glint of the blade vanished from Guo Jing's sight. Without hesitation, he turned and strode forward, shouting, "Hua Zheng, I've come to save you!"

"What a fool."

Zhou Botong pulled his beard and cursed loudly in anger.

……

Poyang Lake Water Village.

As the air crackled with a series of hissing sounds, streaks of white air swept through the wind and snow, and pebbles struck the heads of the four Ming Cult disciples guarding the prison cell with pinpoint accuracy.

The disciples felt a cracking pain coming from their heads, their consciousness sank, and they collapsed to the ground.

Zhou Yan fell from the roof of the prison cell to the ground.

The prison was a stone cave built against the mountain. Zhou Yan searched the bodies of several Ming Cult disciples one by one, found the key, and opened the iron door.

"Xiao Wu." A surprised voice suddenly rang out from inside, "Head镖师!"

Zhou Yan lit a tinderbox, and the light shone into the musty cave, illuminating the figures of Liang Xiaowu and the other three.

Liang Xiaowu and the others were not wearing shackles. The young bodyguard rushed to Zhou Yan's side, saying, "Head bodyguard, I'm so sorry to you and the escort agency. I lost the shipment."

Zhou Yan asked gently, "How are you feeling?"

"no problem."

"Walk."

"okay."

Liang Xiaowu followed Zhou Yan out of the stone cave, picked up the long knife on the ground, and then saw an Indian monk and a man with a sword come out from the woods on one side of the stone prison.

Liang Xiaowu was stunned for a moment, but quickly recognized the other party as Liu Qingzhou of the Hengshan Sect, whom he had met in Hengshan City.

Zhou Yan and Liu Qingzhou left the Hall of Righteousness and first effortlessly brought out the Indian monk, then went to the stone prison to rescue people.

"Amitabha, Liang the镖师 is suffering." The Indian monk put his hands together in prayer.

"It's good that the master is well."

"That's good, that's good."

Zhou Yan said to Liang Xiaowu, "I'll go capture the bandit leader. You take the monk ahead to the woods on the side of the arrow tower."

"it is good."

"be careful."

"Don't worry, Chief Escort."

Zhou Yan patted Xiao Wu on the shoulder, then turned to Liu Qingzhou and said, "Let's go, Brother Liu."

Liu Qingzhou smiled, turned around, and leaped into the snowstorm, disappearing from sight.

Zhou Yan's figure flickered and disappeared from the sight of Liang Xiaowu and the Indian monk.

……

"Brother Fisherman"

Snowstorm raged across the land, leaving the fields desolate and barren.

Zhou Yan's deep voice echoed in the night outside the council hall.

"The person has been rescued?" asked the Fisherman of the Misty Waves.

"Hmm, how's it going over here?" Zhou Yan asked.

"It's still the same few people; no one is coming in or out."

Zhou Yan chuckled softly and said, "I'll capture Cheng Hu. The rest are to be dealt with by Brother Fisherman and Brother Liu. Let's finish this quickly."

"I'll deal with that demonic cultist." The Fisherman of Misty Waves suddenly swung his fishing rod.

……

"Brothers, cheers!"

Outside the council chamber, a cold wind howled, but inside, it was warm and cozy.

The strong liquor was burning him up. Cheng Hu had already taken off his padded jacket. As he held the wine bowl, his bulging muscles rippled like pythons as he flexed his arms.

"Bang!" The entire window flew out without warning, and Zhou Yan rushed into the open window like an angry arrow.

"Not good!" Cheng Hu shouted, kicking the brazier at Zhou Yan. Zhou Yan flipped over and, the moment he landed, pulled out a three-section staff from his lower back.

As Zhou Yan landed, the red-hot brazier hurtled towards him with a sharp, piercing sound. Suddenly, a flash of blue light exploded, and his Qingfeng sword, positioned beneath the brazier, flicked his wrist, causing the sword to deflect the force of the brazier's oncoming thrust.

Zhou Yan held the fire basin aloft with his Qingfeng sword. As he spun around like a whirlwind, the basin seemed to be attached to the sword and circled around him before flying up with a whoosh, tumbling and crashing out.

Suddenly, sparks flew everywhere, as if a large firework had exploded in the council chamber.

Several leaders shouted and scattered. One of the Ming Cult leaders, who had landed on Zhou Yan's path, suddenly saw a sword light brighter than a burning ember. He grabbed a stool and smashed it down. The Qingfeng sword pierced through the stool, and the blade touched the "Tiantu" acupoint, where the Ren and Yin Wei meridians meet, below his throat before quickly withdrawing.

The force of the energy clashed with the surging blood and qi through the vital point, destroying the canopy above and collapsing the sea of ​​qi below, instantly extinguishing the life force of the head.

Zhou Yan moved swiftly, passing the leader who was still clutching a stool, and thrust his Qingfeng sword at Cheng Hu.

"Well done!" Cheng Hu roared, his three-section staff snapping upwards with incredible speed, aiming at the Green Edge Sword.

With a clang, the Qingfeng sword was sent flying. Cheng Hu was overjoyed, but in an instant, the smile on his face froze. Zhou Yan quickly reached out with his left hand and grabbed the three-section staff.

"let go!"

Cheng Hu felt an overwhelming, irresistible force coming from the taut three-section staff. His tiger's mouth burst open instantly, and the three-section staff flew out of his hand.

Suddenly, the stick swept across Zhou Yan's hand, lashing Cheng Hu's waist like a whip.

"Oh!"

Cheng Hu flew sideways and crashed to the ground.

(End of this chapter)