The Legend of the Condor Heroes: Starting from the Bodyguard

Chapter 279 Turning Defeat into Victory, the Shame of the Western Poison

Geniuses always possess abilities that are beyond the reach of ordinary people.

Zhou Yan is undoubtedly a genius, which is why he has accomplished things that ordinary people wouldn't even dare to dream of.

It pierced Ouyang Feng, the Western Poison.

His ability to seize fleeting opportunities, the impact of chaotic battles on Ouyang Feng and Huo Gong Toutuo's hearing, his superb spear skills, and his extraordinary reasoning ability are all approaching Qiu Qianren's cultivation level.

These favorable conditions combined to create a stunning shot.

Ouyang Feng's reaction was also at its peak, but the spear still managed to pierce his body with its two-inch-long tip in the blink of an eye.

As Zhou Yan felt the muscular resistance coming from the spearhead, he twisted his wrist, and just as Ouyang Feng gripped the spear with both hands, the spearhead rolled around and he suddenly pulled the spear out.

With an incredulous roar, Ouyang Feng released his grip and retreated rapidly. The Fire-Worker Monk was also momentarily stunned by the sudden turn of events. Zhang Sanqiang stomped his right foot on the ground, his body crashing through the collapsed brick wall and landing on the long street.

Amidst the smoke and dust, Ouyang Feng had stopped retreating. A five- or six-inch-wide irregular wound had opened up on his abdomen, trembling and tearing, revealing milky white sebum and the fine branching of meridians, with blood gushing out like a spring.

It was a pity, Zhou Yan was very disappointed. He only needed to push it in a few more inches to crush the abdominal cavity. Then he was stunned for a moment and actually injured Ouyang Feng.

The air seemed to freeze with Zhou Yan's shot and Ouyang Feng's serious injury.

Even Ouyang Feng was momentarily bewildered when he saw Zhou Yan. How could he have been injured by this little thief?

The almost frozen atmosphere was instantly shattered by various sounds.

"How impressive! Young friend, you have injured that old man, the Western Poison."

"Uncle, ah, Zhou Yan, I'm not done with you yet."

"Kid, you're dead meat."

All sounds were filled with overwhelming killing intent. Ouyang Feng ripped off his white robe and wrapped it around his waist. His figure was like a swiftly shot arrow. The sound of the air tearing and surging was like a bucket of cold water being poured on a red-hot iron, shrieking sharply and piercingly.

Ouyang Feng lunged at Zhou Yan.

“Well done. I’ll deal with Ouyang Feng. If you can withstand fifty moves from the old monk, I’ll definitely come to your aid.”

"no problem."

"Good. I will always regret that you did not join our sect. Today, being able to fight alongside you is a great pleasure." Zhang Sanqiang's voice still lingered in Zhou Yan's ears as he pushed his spear forward, like a giant dragon dancing wildly as he met Ouyang Feng.

Zhou Yan's figure blurred, accompanied by a clear sword cry, as he attacked the Fire-Worker Monk.

"Kill these bald monks!" Yanbo Fisherman brandished his fishing rod and charged toward Vajra Sect Baoxiang and others who were fighting the Manichaean envoy and the Dharma King in the courtyard. Liu Qingzhou and Baicao Immortal followed closely behind.

……

Zhang Sanqiang knew that Ouyang Feng couldn't hold out for long. As he moved forward, he coordinated his footwork with the blood energy mobilized by the "Great Shift of Heaven and Earth" technique, combining his speed with the momentum of his spear. When he actually drew his spear, the power of his blood exploded and gathered on the spear shaft.

The Ming Cult's signature martial art, "The Great Shift of Heaven and Earth," can stimulate the body's potential, and Zhang Sanqiang squeezed out all of his potential at this moment.

The massive iron spear, accompanied by a loud clang, hurtled towards Ouyang Feng. Ouyang Feng channeled his inner force, his sleeves swirling like giant iron fans. With a hissing sound, Ouyang Feng's sleeves ripped into countless butterfly-sized fragments that flew wildly. The spear grazed Ouyang Feng's arm as it pierced towards his chest.

Ouyang Feng was shocked, as Zhang Sanqiang's skill seemed to increase by 30% or 40% in an instant.

Ouyang Feng also brought the "Snake Fist" to its extreme. His two arms were as if boneless, and his fists turned strangely in the air, smashing the spear with a series of booming sounds.

With a dull thud, Zhang Sanqiang retracted his spear and thrust it out again. Ouyang Feng swung and smashed, the spear tip retracting and thrusting again. Zhang Sanqiang thrust three times, then three more times, unleashing dozens of thrusts in the blink of an eye. Ouyang Feng did not retreat an inch, receiving all the spear strikes. However, blood gushed from the wound on his abdomen, seeping out like a spring from his tightly bound robe, staining his lower body a scarlet red.

Suddenly, a gunshot rang out and the spear was smashed into the ground. Zhang Sanqiang did not give Ouyang Feng a chance to prepare for his Toad Kung Fu. He straightened his arm and threw a punch.

Ouyang Feng felt a chill run down his spine. Zhang Sanqiang's punch was still in the posture of holding a spear, and the fist also contained the sharpness of a spear.

His real name should be Zhang Sanfeng.

Zhang Sanqiang used the "Great Shift of Heaven and Earth" technique to unleash his physical potential in a hard-fought battle with Ouyang Feng, with the aim of exacerbating Ouyang Feng's injuries.

In fact, it did. Zhou Yan's spear thrust had a significant impact on Ouyang Feng; with every movement, the tearing and burning pain of the wound was excruciating. The constant loss of blood resulted in weakened physical strength and mental exhaustion.

Enough, enough. Once I recover from my injuries, I'll take the lives of Zhou Yan and Zhang Sanqiang.

As Ouyang Feng read this aloud, the thought of retreating began to take root in his heart.

Zhou Yan knew Zhang Sanqiang's purpose, so when he fought Huogong Toutuo, he used all his fighting techniques, employing the Ancient Tomb Lightness Skill, his movements were as swift as the wind, and he moved forward and backward with incredible speed, swaying left and right in an instant.

Even if Huo Gong Toutuo possessed a peerless skill like "Crossing the River on a Reed," which was no less impressive than the lightness skill of the Ancient Tomb Sect, it was impossible for him to gain an overwhelming advantage in a short period of time.

"Boy, one day I will crush every bone in your body, piece by piece."

Zhou Yan's swaying figure seemed to still be in the shadow of the Fire-Worker Monk's palm, but in reality, he had already flashed to the other's side. Using the Green Edge Sword, he used the Jade Maiden Sword Technique "Little Garden Chrysanthemum" to stab the lower body several times. His figure immediately retreated several feet like a wisp of smoke before saying, "Your strength and physical functions will decline with age, while I have not yet reached my physical peak. So all you will get is for me to become stronger and stronger until one day I beat you like a stray dog."

Suddenly, a series of cracking sounds rang out from the Fire-Worker Monk's body. His left hand, wrapped in the monk's sleeve, held Zhou Yan's long sword, while his right hand reached down towards the top of his head. The grab extended straight from his wrist to his fingers, its force sharp and fierce.

Zhou Yan's heart skipped a beat. On his way from the Ten Thousand Beasts Manor to Shaoshi Mountain, he had stopped to rest and witnessed the Heavenly Dragon Zen Master of the Shaolin Temple in the Western Regions using this technique during his martial arts practice. It was one of the Shaolin Temple's signature skills, the "Dragon Claw Hand."

This Fire-Worker Monk is proficient in almost seven or eight Shaolin Temple techniques; he's a man who relies on talent for his livelihood. Zhou Yan sighed inwardly, and lightly dodged to the side. The Fire-Worker Monk missed his first grab, but his second one followed immediately, instantly transforming into a bright yellow flying dragon, its shadow soaring through the air, its claws dancing rapidly.

“Boy, that’s why I will kill you before you’re at your youngest and strongest.”

"Then give it a try."

No sooner had Zhou Yan finished speaking than a dull thud of fists colliding echoed from not far away. After Ouyang Feng and Zhang Sanqiang exchanged dozens of punches, Ouyang Feng grabbed Zhang Sanqiang's arms, but Zhang Sanqiang shrugged and swung his arms back, grabbing back and kicking Ouyang Feng in the abdomen.

The two men's arms and legs collided in the air a few times. Zhang Sanqiang then headbutted Zhang Sanqiang, and Ouyang Feng once again struck Zhang Sanqiang with the unpredictable "Snake Fist".

However, the force of the punch was instantly transferred to Zhang Sanqiang's feet, and the "bursting force" that could not be transferred could not cause fatal damage to Zhang Sanqiang.

Zhang Sanqiang stepped back and shifted his fist force, while Ouyang Feng turned and moved away as if flying.

"Amitabha!"

In a flash, the Fire-Worker Monk unleashed two claws, his body suddenly leaping into the air and disappearing into the distance.

After all, he was someone who had fled from Shaoshi Mountain to the Western Regions back then. The dignified leader of the Vajra Sect saw Ouyang Feng's defeat and left without hesitation, even more decisively than Ouyang Feng.

After the two left, Baoxiang, Baolei, the Western Region Vajra Sect warrior monks, and other martial arts practitioners in the courtyard all retreated.

Zhou Yan pounced out like a hawk, with Zhang Sanqiang and the others following closely behind.

……

Zhou Yan, Bao Xiang, Zhang Sanqiang, Bao Lei, Liu Qingzhou, and others appeared and disappeared along the streets of Jingzhou City under the bright sunlight, creating an astonishing scene of agile pursuit.

A sudden "Ah!" sound came from the street. Bao Lei turned around and saw a martial monk inside the gate having his arm chopped into the air by a woman wielding a long knife.

"Senior brother, save me!"

The monk cried for help, and Bao Lei stared at him helplessly for a moment before turning and running away.

Zhou Yan's figure silently descended from the street archway, blocking Bao Lei's path.

Bao Lei's face contorted in a ferocious expression. Suddenly, a thunderous roar like a lion's roar resounded, and then he pounced on Zhou Yan like a lion.

Under the bright sunlight, Zhou Yan swung his Qingfeng sword in a circle, catching Bao Lei's outstretched arm. Bao Lei suddenly felt his shoulder and elbow lighten, as if his arm had been lost in the sword light before his eyes.

"what!"

Paul's right arm was severed at the elbow, and he staggered backward, screaming hysterically.

Zhou Yan glided in and thrust his sword into Bao Lei's throat, who knew the Shaolin Temple's "Lion's Roar" skill.

(End of this chapter)