The Legend of the Condor Heroes: Starting from the Bodyguard

Chapter 223 The Great Shift of the Universe

"My name is Ouyang Feng."

The sound of blunt instruments scraping together lingered in the air, and Zhou Yan clearly saw the mockery in the eyes of Ouyang Ke, Helian Chuncheng, Nemo Xing, and others.

Yang Kang also watched Zhou Yan and the Fisherman of Misty Waves with great interest.

Too many things are unpredictable, like encountering Qiu Qianchi at the Xiangyang dock, or meeting Ouyang Feng, Yang Kang, and others at the Drunken Immortal Pavilion. Or like the Fisherman of Misty Waves referring to Ouyang Feng as an old man.

But when Zhou Yan thought about it carefully, everything seemed to make sense.

Qiu Qianchi said that Yang Kang and the others had not arrived, and that the other party had turned against Qiu Qianren and fled on the way to the Valley of Heartbreak. Yang Kang and the others came from Kaifeng Prefecture to offer their congratulations, so they should be in the Xiangyang area at this time.

Qiu Qianren of Jiangnan, Ouyang Feng of Jiangbei.

I've encountered them all.

The old fisherman never expected that the old man he was talking about was actually the famous Ouyang Feng, and that the other party's answer was so deceptive.

Fighting is tantamount to suicide. Leaving—how can we escape?

Ouyang Feng's desire to kill Zhou Yan never diminished. When they were at Zhongnan Mountain, Hong Qigong once told Ouyang Feng not to suppress the weak, which was a warning.

If Ouyang Feng were to attack Zhou Yan, Hong Qigong could also target Ouyang Ke.

So, in a flash, Ouyang Feng had an idea. There were only three of them—Zhou Yan and the others—and if they were all killed, the matter wouldn't leak out, and there was no need to worry about the old beggar. Besides, the old man was loose-tongued; if he killed him, Zhou Yan would surely come to his rescue and kill him in return. Even if the old beggar found out about this later, he would have an explanation. When you want to find fault, you can always find a pretext.

Thinking this through, Ouyang Feng looked at the old fisherman on the misty waters and smiled sinisterly, "Why aren't you saying anything?"

The old fisherman on the misty waters didn't answer Ouyang Feng, but instead asked Zhou Yan, "What should we do?"

"run!"

Zhou Yan uttered the word "run," and Liang Xiaowu, holding the Xuan Tie Heavy Spear, turned and leaped towards the window, while Yanbo Fisherman retreated swiftly.

Ouyang Feng sneered, "Where are you going, you little old man?"

As soon as he finished speaking, with a "whoosh," his body exploded into the air, unleashing the power of his Toad Style Kung Fu, and thrusting forward with both palms. This thrust, because Ouyang Feng had already practiced the "Tendon Changing and Bone Forging Chapter" of the Nine Yin Manual, was far more powerful than the one Zhou Yan had used against Ouyang Feng when they encountered him at Huayan Temple in Datong Prefecture, where Ouyang Feng had used the Toad Style Kung Fu.

In the blink of an eye, Ouyang Feng's palm strike came crashing down like a tidal wave. Zhou Yan was so fast that he couldn't make any extra movements and could only do his best to receive the blow.

Zhou Yan roared and strode forward, unleashing a move that shocked the world, pushing both hands forward.

"boom!"

Zhou Yan felt that taking Qiu Qianren's Iron Palm head-on was like facing a surging tide, while Ouyang Feng's palm force was like a river bursting its banks, a torrent of millions of tons rushing down, with no room for mercy and an indestructible impact.

Zhou Yan could only block for a moment with his palms before his body flew backward into the air and crashed into the wall with a loud bang, the wooden planks creaking under the weight.

"Ge!" Ouyang Feng squatted down again, and the Toad Stance palm force that enveloped Zhou Yan for about ten feet pushed over once more.

We cannot allow Ouyang Feng to calmly gather the internal energy of his "Toad Stance," otherwise we will not be able to withstand more than a few blows.

Just as Zhou Yan was thinking this, he saw the wooden floorboards beneath Ouyang Feng's feet suddenly burst open with a "snap," and a golden fishhook wrapped around the other's ankle.

Ouyang Feng was taken aback, and his body suddenly floated back several feet.

The golden fishhook disappeared into the crack in the split wooden floor with a swish.

Zhou Yan's body suddenly arched like a bow, and his internal energy surged out from the major acupoints along the main meridians of his spine, namely the "Bladder Meridian of Foot Taiyang" and the "Small Intestine Meridian of Hand Taiyang".

His body jolted, and with a loud bang, the wall he was pressed against shattered into pieces. He burst out of the building and flew several feet away. In his field of vision, Ouyang Feng's figure magnified again like a ferocious beast.

Suddenly, a figure came from the north side of the second floor and blocked Ouyang Feng's way.

"I'll experience the skills of the Western Poison Master." As soon as he finished speaking, he struck out with his right palm.

Zhang Sanqiang? Zhou Yan, who was drifting down the long street, looked at the burly figure with broad shoulders and a thick waist and suddenly remembered.

The one who took the blow from Ouyang Feng's Toad Skill for Zhou Yan was none other than Zhang Sanqiang, the leader of the Ming Cult, whom the Lin'an Prefecture court considered the Demon King Zhang.

As their palms met, an overwhelming surge of internal energy rushed in, causing Zhang Sanqiang to stagger back two steps, the wooden floor beneath his feet shattering.

"Take another blow."

Ouyang Feng paused slightly, and with a loud "thud," his palm strike, as powerful as an avalanche, struck Zhang Sanqiang again. Two loud "bangs" rang out as Zhang Sanqiang received Ouyang Feng's palm strike with one hand and slapped the wall behind him with the other.

With a deafening roar, half of the wall of "Drunken Immortal Pavilion" shattered into pieces. Zhang Sanqiang suddenly landed on the north-facing private room and reached out to grab his spear.

"what"

Ouyang Feng was surprised.

The opponent withstood two of my Toad Style Kung Fu attacks head-on, clearly using an extremely sophisticated technique of shifting force, a technique that was unheard of and never seen before.

"Let's see how many more blows you can take." Ouyang Ke lunged at Zhang Sanqiang.

Is this "The Great Shift of Heaven and Earth"? Zhou Yan looked at the blasted-open wall and Zhang Sanqiang's unscathed leap towards the "Drunken Immortal Pavilion" side, and wondered in surprise.

"Let's go, see you at the usual place." Zhang Sanqiang said to Zhou Yan from inside the building. The iron spear broke free from its holster and moved rapidly, like a fierce dragon crossing a river, thrusting towards Ouyang Feng.

Ouyang Feng did not dare to underestimate him. He used his internal energy to activate his sleeves, which were originally soft and fluttering, but became as hard as iron the moment the spear thrust at him.

Amidst the smoke and dust, a continuous clanging sound, like metal clashing, rang out. Zhang Sanqiang's spear was smashed, its tip sinking into the floor. Ouyang Feng swung his iron sleeve and charged forward, but as Zhang Sanqiang pulled back, the iron spear bent like a bow and arrow, its tip leaping upwards like a giant python, aiming for Ouyang Feng's abdomen.

"Excellent marksmanship!" Ouyang Feng shouted, his iron sleeves whipping around like a storm, shattering everything around them as he moved.

Inside the "Drunken Immortal Pavilion," the moment Ming Cult leader Zhang Sanqiang and Western Poison clashed, the three heroes of the river valley, Helian Chuncheng, Nimo Xing, and others who had come with Yang Kang drew their weapons and used their lightness skills to chase after Zhou Yan.

"Gun, catch the gun."

Liang Xiaowu threw the heavy iron spear over, and Zhou Yan caught it. A furious roar came from behind: "Where do you think you're going?"

The second of the Three Heroes of the River Stream was greeted by Zhou Yanxuan's whirlwind-like turn. The spear in his hand seemed to disappear for a moment, and then its sharpness bloomed in the other's sight.

A counter-attack shot that even Zhang Sanqiang found astounding.

The second of the Three Heroes of the River Stream was pierced through the chest by a spear. Zhou Yan pulled out his spear, and the man fell from the air and crashed to the ground with a thud, blood gushing from his chest cavity.

Helian Chuncheng glanced down, about to call for someone to use a hidden weapon, when suddenly something flashed in his vision. He hurriedly retreated, and a line of blood spurted from his forehead.

Unless there is a significant difference in cultivation level, even an opponent with slightly higher martial arts skills would inevitably be outmaneuvered by the Fisherman of Misty Waves.

"Use hidden weapons!" Helian Chuncheng said fiercely, wiping the blood from his face.

In an instant, bone-piercing nails, throwing knives, and caltrops rained down like a storm. Taking advantage of the situation, the eldest, third, and Nemo Xing, the three heroes of the river valley, leaped down from the building. Zhou Yan wielded his spear with impenetrable force, deflecting the incoming projectiles. He then thrust the spear horizontally with both hands, followed by a series of powerful swings left and right like a raging dragon. With more than ten clangs, the eldest and second eldest of the three heroes of the river valley were sent flying, sword and all, crashing into the stone lions on either side of the entrance to the "Drunken Immortal Pavilion."

Zhou Yan advanced swiftly, his spear tip pointing downwards, thrusting out "Three Steps, Eighteen Spears" from beneath the still-flying body of the leader of the Three Heroes of the River Stream. The Xuan Tie Heavy Spear clashed rapidly and violently with the Iron Snake Whip in Nemo Xing's hand. Then, Zhou Yan swept his spear horizontally, the shaft striking Nemo Xing squarely, sending him flying and crashing into the tavern.

Zhou Yan turned and dragged his gun away. Only then did the sound of the eldest and third of the Three Heroes of the River Valley hitting the ground come from behind. Blood was dripping from the corners of their mouths, and they didn't even have the strength to struggle.

Ouyang Ke, standing on the second floor, was filled with shock.

He had been taught martial arts by his uncle and practiced diligently, which greatly increased his internal strength. How come this kid seems to be improving even faster than him?
It doesn't make sense.

With thunderous hoofbeats, Liang Xiaowu and his horse galloped over. Zhou Yan and Yanbo Diaosou leaped onto the horse's back, and the steed galloped away, leaving a trail of dust in its wake.

(End of this chapter)