The Legend of the Condor Heroes: Starting from the Bodyguard

Chapter 327 Lesser Formless Skill
Inside the courtyard of the Fu'an Escort Agency, figures crisscrossed under the moonlight, and the whistling sounds of wind breaking through the air caused by the masters' legs, palms, and swords as their internal energy surged to the extreme were deafening.

Zhou Yan's figure instantly moved close to Li Wuxiang.

Suddenly, in Zhou Yan's line of sight, the other person slightly bent his left leg, bent his right arm inward, drew a circle with his right palm, and pushed it outward with a whoosh.

As Li Wuxiang made this move, on the rooftop of the Fu'an Escort Agency's council hall, Hong Qigong spat out the wine he had just drunk, which turned into a white mist in the air.

Hong Qigong was initially drinking on a high building outside the Fu'an Escort Agency. Seeing Li Wuxiang, Zhang Sanqiang, Li Yan, Ouyang Feng and others arrive one after another, he also sneaked over and hid in the shadows under the eaves.

His martial arts skills and insight were comparable only to Ouyang Feng's. Seeing Li Wuxiang, Li Yan and others displaying their unique skills, Hong Qigong watched intently and was secretly amazed.

These individuals are so young yet possess such cultivation; given time, each one will be no less than myself, Huang Yaoshi, and others. Talented people emerge in every generation, and each new generation surpasses the old.

While he was feeling sentimental, he suddenly saw Li Wuxiang using the "Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms," and its power was no less than that of the move used by Zhou Yan. He was truly startled.

Zhang Sanqiang, who had already gained a firm advantage in his fight with Helian Dashi, felt his mind reeling. He first saw Li Yan redirect Ouyang Feng's Toad Stance energy, and felt as if he had been struck by lightning. How could the opponent know the sect's supreme martial art, "The Great Shift of Heaven and Earth"? Then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw Li Wuxiang about to unleash the "Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms," and he was greatly shocked. The sect's divine skill, once mastered, could imitate any martial arts masterpiece in the world. Could it be that this Li Wuxiang of Western Xia also possessed the sect's supreme divine skill? But that didn't make sense.

Only Zhou Yan knew the truth.

Besides being proficient in the "White Rainbow Palm Force" and a light-body technique resembling the "Lingbo Steps," Li Wuxiang also possesses the "Little Wuxiang Skill." The Little Wuxiang Skill is formless and untraceable. Once one possesses this skill and knows the moves of other martial arts, relying on its unparalleled power, one can imitate other people's unique skills and even surpass their original techniques. Those who have not learned this skill will find it difficult to distinguish.

Zhou Yan is now completely certain that Li Wuxiang is related to Li Qiushui and is a descendant of the Western Xia Yinchuan Princess.

Seeing the surging palm force roaring like waves, and the suffocating energy filling the surroundings, Zhou Yan suddenly threw himself to the ground, moving like a snake and flipping like a fox, and in the blink of an eye he was right next to Li Wuxiang.

Just as Zhou Yan analyzed, Li Wuxiang, who was in charge of the Western Xia First-Class Hall, had the cultivation of the Fire-Worker Monk, but his combat experience was far inferior. As Zhou Yan rolled over, he immediately kicked out, but the next moment, Zhou Yan's legs, which were rolling around, had already wrapped around Li Wuxiang's right leg that was supporting him on the ground.

In the bright moonlight, Li Wuxiang was as if he were being coiled by a python. His body fell to the ground with a thud as Zhou Yan flipped over. In an instant, his "White Rainbow Palm Force", "Little Wuxiang Skill", the "Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms" that he could imitate and other martial arts skills all became useless.

Zhou Yan lunged forward in a flash, his arm gripping Li Wuxiang's throat, his legs wrapped around his waist, his arm muscles bulging, as if he were about to strangle him.

Li Wuxiang was terrified. He grabbed Zhou Yan's arms with both hands, unleashing his internal and external strength. However, it was no easy task to pry Zhou Yan's arms open, as he had iron arms.

In the Legend of the Condor Heroes, Hong Qigong was ambushed and lost all his martial arts skills. Ouyang Feng's cultivation was far superior to Guo Jing's, but he was also caught off guard by the Golden Saber Prince Consort's Mongolian wrestling techniques. In the critical moment, he crawled out from under Guo Jing's crotch and escaped death.

Zhou Yan's current techniques mostly originate from the hunting methods of wild beasts learned by the three Shi Bowei brothers of the Ten Thousand Beasts Manor, combined with his experiences from two lifetimes and some close-quarters free fighting techniques. Their power far surpasses Guo Jing's proficiency in Mongolian wrestling.

Li Wuxiang, enduring the suffocating sensation, slammed his right elbow downwards.

With a "thud," Zhou Yan felt as if he had been struck in the ribs; he even heard a faint cracking sound.

Zhou Yan suddenly let go.

Li Wuxiang disregarded his status and demeanor, rolling continuously on the ground and performing a "flip-flip" to get up. In an instant, Zhou Yan, who was leaning forward, pounced like a cheetah and grabbed Li Wuxiang's waist with both hands.

Li Wuxiang's elbow struck Zhou Yan's back like a knife, and his knee slammed into his abdomen like a spear.

Zhou Yan spun around in a flash. Li Wuxiang's knee passed by his waist and ribs, but Zhou Yan ended up behind Li Wuxiang and, with a roar, fiercely slammed him backward.

On the roof of the council hall, Hong Qigong clicked his tongue in admiration, "Any move that can kill and turn the tide of battle is good skill. This kid has actually incorporated wrestling into his martial arts; truly remarkable. The old beggar at his age wouldn't have this ability." Li Wuxiang's vision blurred as the eaves of the building sped away, his body slamming into the ground with a thud. He roared, using his core strength to crouch and avoid landing on his head and neck.

With a loud bang, Li Wuxiang's back slammed heavily onto the ground. Centered on the point of impact on his back, the blue bricks beneath him shattered into pieces, dust billowed up, and the sound shook the surrounding area.

Li Wuxiang felt as if his body was about to fall apart. Ignoring the pain, he punched Zhou Yan's ears with both hands. Zhou Yan let go and flipped over. Li Wuxiang slapped the ground with both hands and sprang up.

The burly man from Yipintang who had delivered the "one-legged bronze man" to Helian Dashi was already spinning rapidly, wielding his broad-bladed horse-slaying saber. As he spun, the hem of his robes fluttered like a bolt of silk, and with the momentum of the spin, the horse-slaying saber slashed horizontally.

Zhou Yan flipped backward and delivered a flying kick with his right foot.

The gleaming blade slashed past Zhou Yan's face, and in the instant his right foot struck the opponent's wrist, a cracking sound of bone breaking echoed as the saber flew out of his hand.

"Ah!" the burly man roared as he lunged forward.

Zhou Yan landed with his back to the burly man, swiftly catching the flying saber. Holding the saber in both hands, he thrust it out from under his armpits.

With a "thud," the saber pierced the burly man's waist and abdomen. Zhou Yan pulled out the saber, turned around, and glanced at the burly man who had fallen like a wooden stake before looking at Li Wuxiang.

Li Wuxiang was deeply shocked. He had been practicing martial arts for more than 30 years and had seen all kinds of strange moves and techniques from martial artists, but he had never seen a fighting style like the one in front of him that involved grappling and leg wrapping so often.

Zhou Yan's entire body was like a weapon capable of killing. Every muscle in his body was like a weapon that could take a life.

Hearing the increasingly loud screams outside the Fu'an Escort Agency, and seeing Helian Dashi being at a disadvantage against Zhang Sanqiang, Li Wuxiang's originally gentle face grew increasingly somber.

……

Qiu Qianchi and Abbess Shengyin had exchanged more than a hundred blows. The abbess waved her whisk, and it was as if a hundred swords were descending from the sky, intertwining and thrusting, flashing silver light, with an astonishing offensive.

Qiu Qianchi danced and fluttered, her clothes billowing, as if she were riding the wind amidst the silver light. In a series of sudden retreats and advances, Qiu Qianchi's hands, like the mouths of a bloodthirsty dragon, suddenly grabbed the wrists of Abbess Shengyin. Abbess Shengyin exerted force and pulled hard on the Buddha whisk, causing Qiu Qianchi's calves to suddenly spring up and land on her lower body.

With a "bang," Abbess Shengyin coughed up blood and turned into a gourd. She rolled several times, then leaped up, her face contorted in a ferocious expression.

Qiu Qianchi's kick completely destroyed her right to be a woman.

Li Wuxiang looked at the disheveled Abbess Shengyin, let out a slight breath, struck out with his left palm, and with a flick of his right palm, the force of his left palm bypassed Zhou Yan in front of him and fell towards Zhang Sanqiang from a distance.

Faced with Li Wuxiang's methods, Zhou Yan had no good way to deal with them except to issue a warning.

"Master Zhang, be careful."

Zhang Sanqiang slightly shifted his footing and struck out with his palm.

With a dull thud, Zhang Sanqiang took three steps back. Each time his legs landed, a footprint half a foot deep was formed on the ground. Zhang Sanqiang, who had transferred the internal force of Baihong Palm to the ground, remained expressionless and chuckled in a low voice. The sound of a gunshot was amplified in the dust.

Hera the Great Stone then leaped out and landed on the ground two zhang away.

(End of this chapter)