Transcending Heavens: Starting with the Ancient Tomb Sect

The expressions of the people present varied after hearing just one sentence.

The Golden Wheel Monk's expression hardened, becoming quite serious. His second disciple, Darba, was completely bewildered. On the other hand, his youngest disciple, Huo Du, who was sizing up the little dragon girl holding the umbrella, had a very strange expression after hearing this.

As for Xiaolongnu, she blinked several times, her face showing pity and amusement.

It is clear.

Everyone has a different understanding.

He finished speaking.

Everyone fell completely silent. Apart from the Golden Wheel Monk, everyone else was extremely vigilant and on high alert.

In particular, the second disciple, Darba, who looked like a big bear, stood at the very front, holding a thick and long golden pestle and blocking the way with a fierce expression.

"Watch out!"

Yue Que spoke, and before he finished speaking, he had already made a move.

He pushed his unparalleled tomb-raiding skills to their limits, moving as if he were carrying a sword.

Swish!

With a whooshing sound, Yue Que appeared in front of Darba, his sword still sheathed, and swung it like a stick, directly smashing it towards Darba.

"!!!"

Is this how you use a sword?

Darba's heart skipped a beat; his opponent's demeanor startled him.

Fast, too fast!

Startled, Darba, who was not good at speed and was more skilled in external martial arts that relied on brute force, was known for his powerful pestle technique.

Faced with Yue Que's surprise attack, Darba only had time to hold his weapon, the Golden Pestle, across his chest.

Bang!

The sword struck the golden pestle directly.

Before the word "useless" could even form in his mind, Darba felt an incomparably violent force rushing towards him.

"How is this possible... Wow!"

The golden pestle in front of his chest was pressed directly against his chest by the enormous force, and Darba felt his ribs creaking, probably cracking.

Spitting out a mouthful of blood, Darba's golden pestle was knocked from his hand, and he flew backward like a cannonball, leaving a long trail on the ground.

Darba's body was brought to a stop by his junior brother Huo Du. After stopping, Darba first spat out a mouthful of blood, and his first words were: "Junior brother, I told you that my guess before was true."

Huo Du, who was already stunned by the sudden attack, couldn't help but laugh and cry upon hearing this. Of course, he knew what his senior brother meant.

That was in response to the widely publicized theft of silver from the Xiangyang treasury.

Darba remembered this incident vividly.

But Huo didn't have time to say anything, because he was about to face the enemy.

The golden pestle flew out and landed directly on the ground. Yue Que's sword also trembled under the blow, deliberately slipping out of his hand and flying away.

However, at the moment the sword flew out, Xiaolongnu made a move.

The two complemented each other perfectly.

The oil-paper umbrella in his hand landed slowly. He lightly touched the canopy with his toes and flew out, arriving at the foot of the flying sword before he could reach it.

With a gentle lift of her jade-like hand, her five fingers seemingly casually and precisely grasped the hilt of the sword.

Clang——

With a sword's cry, the longsword was drawn.

Amidst the flashing cold light, Xiaolongnu looked down from her high position like a celestial being descending from the heavens. She unleashed her Jade Maiden Sword Technique, her long sword aimed directly at the Mongol prince Huodu and his companions. The area covered by her sword light seemed intent on wiping out everyone else in one fell swoop.

The sword follows the man, and the man follows the sword.

It is the sword that controls the person, and it is the person who controls the sword.

It seems that he has reached a state of perfect harmony between man and sword.

In a single strike, all the guards who had instinctively stood in front of Prince Huodu fell to the ground under this sword.

Ding!

The iron fan clashed with the sword.

A crisp sound burst forth amidst the flying sparks.

Prince Huo Du, who was paying close attention, suddenly felt cold sweat break out on his forehead. He had just seen a white figure moving around.

This woman!

Huo Du's heart tightened, and he felt a chill run down his spine. Then he saw his opponent change his move again. Huo Du could only concentrate and focus his energy to the maximum. His iron fan also changed accordingly as he prepared to deal with the situation with all his might.

The scabbard landed on the ground, just like a golden pestle stuck in the earth. Apart from the paint chipping off the middle of the scabbard, it was completely unharmed and without any twisting.

"Great idea!"

Ignoring the plight of his disciple and the guards, the Golden Wheel Monk focused all his attention on Yue Que the moment he made his move.

Using his sword as a staff, he severely injured his second apprentice, Darba, in a single move.

It can be said that the Golden Wheel Monk was completely mesmerized by what he saw.

Treating something lightly as something heavy?

Do not!

That is innate divine power, the power of a dragon and an elephant.

On the contrary, Little Dragon Girl did not attract the slightest attention from Golden Wheel Monk.

"Come!"

With a mere invitation, the Golden Wheel Monk unleashed his secret esoteric martial art—the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill—for the first time in the Song Dynasty's martial arts world!

With a raised palm, a strong wind rushed towards him.

The power of the dragon and elephant crashed down.

The Golden Wheel Monk did not use internal force; it was simply brute force.

"good!"

Yue Que sensed the strong wind and was naturally delighted. With his right hand clenched into a fist, he transformed the light, heavy, fast, and slow sword techniques he had accumulated over twelve years in the Quanzhen Sect into a fist and punched his opponent.

Bang!

Fist and palm strike.

The air between the two of them seemed to explode.

A violent force surged and clashed fiercely, with neither side showing any intention of yielding. What followed was a ferocious and unrestrained attack.

boom! boom! boom!

At this moment, Yue Que and Jinlun Fawang engaged in a numerical duel without any manipulation.

The ground beneath our feet trembled, and the soil within a radius of several meters shook like waves.

After twelve consecutive punches, the ground beneath their feet completely shattered, sending up a cloud of dust as the two figures retreated away from each other.

The Golden Wheel Monk retreated four steps, while Yue Que retreated eight steps in succession, each step leaving two footprints on the ground.

bang——

The bamboo hat on his head exploded, revealing Yue Que's appearance.

But at this moment, he had no mind to care about that. Right now, Yue Que felt that all the bones in his body were itchy and painful, his whole body was screaming, and there was an unstoppable fishy and sweet taste in his mouth.

This Dragon Elephant Prajna Kung Fu is truly outrageous.

I just don't know how many levels I just attacked.

"snort!"

The Golden Wheel Monk stopped in his tracks, his hands trembling uncontrollably. He felt a dull ache and numbness in the bones of his arms, and his internal organs began to shift.

As his internal energy circulated, the pain gradually subsided, and the Golden Wheel Monk's gaze towards Yue Que grew even brighter.

His strength came from his martial arts skills, while the boy in front of him was born with it.

After seeing the boy's appearance clearly, the Golden Wheel Monk exclaimed in his heart: What a wonderful golden boy!

He glanced back at his two disciples who were being overpowered by a woman. He saw that although they were at a disadvantage and had suffered injuries, they were not in mortal danger, so they would be fine.

After all, the Golden Wheel Monk believed himself to be the strongest.

No matter how strong a woman is, some of her energy will be drawn to herself.

Although the strategy of "besieging Wei to rescue Zhao" is a military tactic from the Central Plains, its application here is somewhat subtle.

With a sudden jolt, a wheel shot up from behind the Golden Wheel Monk and flew out, striking Yue Que, who was standing still seemingly recovering.

This is precisely the move that made the Golden Wheel Monk famous—the Five Wheels Great Rotation!

"!!!"

Faced with the wheels hurtling towards him, Yue Que did not panic. He first examined the material of the wheels and determined that they were bronze wheels, one of the five types of wheels, so he did not have to face all five wheels attacking at once.

Because Aunt Xiaolongnu was currently using her sword to suppress Darba, Huodu, and others, she was not injured and her skills had even improved. At this moment, she showed her prowess.

In this process, Xiaolongnu has at least secretly involved Jinlun Fawang in two ways.

The only thing that surprised Yue Que was the way the Golden Wheel Monk looked at people.

Having calmed his mind, Yue Que made a move in the face of the bronze wheel that was rushing towards him.

However, unlike before, Yue Que was now wearing a pair of gold-threaded gloves.

With a raised hand, his five fingers swelled slightly, like eagle claws, as if he were about to grab the bronze wheel directly.

Just like an eagle catching chicks.