The Legend of the Condor Heroes: Starting from the Bodyguard

Chapter 312 Kung Fu is a Killing Technique
The wind swept across the white walls and green tiles, causing the bamboo forest to sway continuously.

Li Taiping and Li Yan's two longswords flashed, creating astonishing ripples. Zhang Sanqiang's iron spear trembled like a dancing dragon, but his body was constantly retreating amidst the dense explosions of metal clashing.

He could have retreated behind Hong Qigong, Protector Gao, and others, and Zhou Yan could have used his "Whirlwind Sweep Leaf Kick" to kick out a tile and block Li Yan's escape. However, a fierce fight broke out in an alley on one side of the academy, and Zhang Sanqiang intercepted Li Yan with his gun, ultimately turning the situation into a one-on-two battle.

Spikes of blood shot out from Zhang Sanqiang's body as he swiftly approached the white-walled, tiled area where Zhou Yan, Hong Qigong, and others were fighting against Yu Huacheng and Qiu Qianren.

……

Separated by a wall, Zhuang Shiyi, dressed in a blue robe, stood in the alley, his lips tightly pressed together, his expression cold and stern.

He looked at Huang Rong and suddenly smiled, a smile as weathered as his name, which is a World Heritage Site.

"I'm not going to fight you, get out of my way."

"I won't fight you either." Huang Rong's smile had barely appeared on her delicate face when she suddenly raised her hand and threw a handful of "Ice Soul Silver Needles" at Zhuang Shiyi.

"You forced me to do this." Zhuang Shiyi used his inner strength to push his sleeves open like two iron fans, creating a whirlwind that knocked away the silver needles. He rushed to Huang Rong's side in a few strides.

"retreat!"

Zhou Yan, with his eyes and ears open, shouted and turned to rush towards Huang Rong.

How could Yu Huacheng let this opportunity slip by? He stomped his right foot on the ground, instantly creating momentum and rapidly closing the distance between himself and Zhou Yan. A booming sound, like the tide, resounded from his chest as he unleashed the killing move "Returning the Sun to Heaven" from the "Great Nine Heavens Hand." His right palm swung up a swirling gust of wind, while his left palm stirred up a sky full of energy. The vast, boundless palm wind, like an inescapable net, enveloped Zhou Yan, whose body had left the ground.

"Watch out!" Qiu Qianren shouted.

Zhou Yan has turned around.

With a wave of his hand, the long sword lashed out like a whip, aimed directly at Yu Huacheng's exposed back, which had been exposed by his palm strike.

While Zhou Yan was in mid-air, he could not dodge Yu Huacheng's palm strike. The White Lotus Sect leader could not avoid Zhou Yan's backhand sword strike either, and a chilling killing intent descended like a tidal wave.

"Oh!"

"puff!"

Yu Huacheng's shoulder and back were cleaved open; had he not hastily pulled back his strength and shifted his position as much as possible, his spine would have been severed. Zhou Yan flew towards Huang Rong's direction like a kite with a broken string, his longsword flying out of his hand, soaring several meters before piercing the wall with a whoosh.

When Zhou Yanpiaofei's seemingly curled-up body reached above Zhuang Shiyi, it suddenly expanded, unleashing the "Flying Dragon in the Sky" technique. The palm strike was heavy, like a mountain hanging down, and fell towards Zhuang Shiyi.

Zhuang Shiyi let out a long roar, his palms flying as he met Zhou Yan's descending blow.

The Xuan Yin Palm Force and Zhou Yan's Dragon Subduing Palm Force, which carried a scorching heat, collided in a thunderous clash.

In an instant, smoke and dust billowed, and two air currents, one cold and one hot, swirled and intertwined in the air, appearing from a distance like dragons and snakes writhing.

Zhuang Shiyi felt his body sink, and with a "crack," the blue brick beneath his feet shattered, and his feet sank half a foot into the ground. He felt a scorching force rushing through his arms and hands along the three Yang meridians. In an instant, he felt short of breath and his chest tightened.

He was taken aback. It was true that Zhou Yan's palm strike was powerful, but when they fought in Zhongdu, he clearly did not feel this burning sensation. Moreover, this pure Yang internal energy was also countering his own technique.

Startled, Zhuang Shiyi, feeling as if he had been tempered in ice and fire, let out a muffled groan and floated backward.

Zhou Yan's body crashed down at that moment, stumbling backward until a pair of soft hands on his back stopped him.

"Aren't you smart? You idiot, why did you risk your life to save me? How could he dare to kill me?" Huang Rong's trembling voice came from behind her.

Zhou Yan felt two opposing forces, one yin and one yang, clashing violently within his body. The yin force was the Xuan Yin Palm Force that Zhuang Shiyi had injected into his body, while the yang force was his own internal energy, tempered by liver fire through the Foot Jueyin Liver Meridian. The yin and yang forces collided like two opposing tides in the meridians, almost bursting through them.

The jade Guanyin pendant hanging close to his body continuously infused his body with gentle energy to repair the damage to his meridians. When Zhou Yan chuckled softly, blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.

"What if he's going to kill me?" "There aren't that many 'what ifs'." Huang Rong was both annoyed and touched, her eyes misting over.

Looking at Zhou Yan from a distance of several feet, Zhuang Shiyi smiled coldly, "You really are someone to be reckoned with. Take a few more of my blows."

Zhuang Shiyi let out a low shout, his gloomy face as cold as ice. His body moved with the sound, and his palms intertwined and fell towards Zhou Yan.

Suddenly, with a loud "bang," bricks and stones flew out, and a large iron spear pierced through the white wall, blocking between Zhou Yan and Zhuang Shiyi. The spear hummed, and its body bent into a strange arc, the outer arc of the spear hitting Zhuang Shiyi's abdomen.

Zhuang Shiyi groaned and staggered backward. The Dragon Subduing Palm energy that had been forcibly suppressed within his body went out of control and surged wildly. He coughed up a mouthful of blood.

With a single stride, Zhou Yan drew his spear and propelled himself forward with incredible speed, as if shrinking the distance between them. The spearhead trembled, swaying like an eagle striking a swallow, dancing within a two-foot circle in front of him. The spear's power was violent, like molten lava surging forth. In the blink of an eye, he forced Zhuang Shiyi, who was unarmed and unable to maneuver in the narrow alley, back more than ten steps.

Wuse, who was fighting alongside Gongsun Zhi against Huo Zuo Shi, rushed over to help Zhuang Shiyi. Zhou Yan flicked his wrist, and the gleaming spear tip suddenly thrust eighteen times as he advanced three steps, forcing Wuse and Zhuang Shiyi back ten feet.

In the alley outside the blue-tiled, white-walled houses, Zhou Yan's spear moved like a dragon or snake.

Li Yan, standing on the other side of the wall, was stunned. He hadn't expected Zhang Sanqiang, despite being wounded in multiple places, to inexplicably stab the wall outside. He then discarded his weapon.

He swiftly sheathed his longsword and said, "Zhang Sanqiang, surrender now. Without a weapon, you won't last more than a few moves."

Li Taiping stepped forward and drew his sword, saying to Li Yan, "Let's finish this quickly. We have other important matters to attend to."

When he said "speed," he thrust out the first sword; when he said "war," he thrust out the second sword; and by the time he finished saying "matter," he had already thrust out the eighth sword. These eight swords were incredibly swift, each aimed at a different point on Zhang Sanqiang's left and right shoulders, corresponding to the "Tian Ding" acupoint on the Large Intestine Meridian of Hand Yangming; on his left and right elbows, the "Qu Chi" acupoint; on his left and right ribs, the "Dai Mai" meridian; and on his hips, the "Kan Gu" acupoint.

Li Taiping intends to cripple Zhang Sanqiang's cultivation and capture him alive.

Zhang Sanqiang chuckled softly, "Who said I don't have weapons?"

He swiftly moved, drawing a Qingfeng sword from where he had been leaning against the wall. With the force of a spear, he thrust the sword forward, the longsword like a sharp fang, biting into Li Taiping's body with a "plop".

Four of Li Taiping's eight sword strikes landed on Zhang Sanqiang, blooming into four tragically beautiful blood flowers.

However, because the vital acupoints and meridians were avoided, the injury was not fatal.

Li Taiping let out a muffled groan and staggered backward. His left chest was covered in a glaring crimson stain, and his brocade robe was quickly soaked with blood, forming circles of purplish-brown and crimson bloodstains.

Li Yan lunged at Zhang Sanqiang, and the two longswords clashed violently once. With a "bang," the two exchanged a palm strike. As Zhang Sanqiang retreated and crashed into the wall, his body suddenly trembled. He used the "Great Shift of Heaven and Earth" technique to redirect the force of the palm strike to the wall behind him.

boom!
Smoke and dust billowed, white walls collapsed, and Zhang Sanqiang appeared in the alley.

Li Yan picked up Li Taiping, applied pressure points to stop the bleeding, and ordered the dozens of experts from the Imperial City Guard who had rushed to the rescue: "Take down the demons of the Manichaeism and White Lotus Sect."

Dozens of Imperial City Guard experts leaped onto the walls and houses, and in an instant, poisoned and non-poisoned hidden weapons such as flying stones, bone-piercing nails, throwing knives, and caltrops rained down on the people in the alley.

The hook-and-sickle spears and flying shuttles emitted a piercing whistle, and people in brocade robes spread out fishing nets in the streets and alleys.

Gongsun Zhi's expression changed drastically. His disciples were proficient in the "fishing net formation." In this narrow alley, once caught in the fishing net, there was absolutely no chance of escape.

“Let’s go!” he shouted.

Seeing that the Imperial City Guard had a large number of men and that Zhuang Shiyi and Yu Huacheng were seriously injured, Qiu Qianren waved his sleeves and smashed away the hidden weapons that were attacking him, covering Yu Huacheng and the others as they retreated.

Zhou Yan shook and twisted his spear, shaking off the falling hook and shuttle.

"Seventh Master, Master Zhang, this way."

Two groups of people quickly retreated from one side of the alley.

(End of this chapter)