Martial Arts Crossover: It All Started with Hijacking Li Canghai

At that time, Yang Xiao easily defeated Gu Hongzi and even seized the Yitian Sword from Emei.

He casually tossed the Heaven-Reliant Sword to the ground, scoffing, "The Heaven-Reliant Sword has quite the reputation, but it's nothing special!"

Gu Hongzi was a proud and arrogant man. Overwhelmed with shame and indignation, he soon fell ill and died.

Miejue regarded Yang Xiao as the mastermind behind killing her senior brother, humiliating Emei, and disrespecting the Heavenly Sword, and from then on, she hated him to the bone.

Later, her most outstanding disciple, Ji Xiaofu, was engaged to Yin Liting of Wudang. However, she was kidnapped by Yang Xiao and gave birth to a daughter, Yang Buhui.

Miejue forced Ji Xiaofu to assassinate Yang Xiao, promising her the position of leader of the Emei Sect. Ji Xiaofu refused to comply and was killed by Miejue with a single palm strike.

Regardless of the death of his beloved disciple, the disgrace to his sect, or the death of his senior brother from illness, everything was blamed on Yang Xiao.

Then he said to Zhou Zhiruo, who was standing beside him, "Zhiruo, you take some men and guard this place. I'll go and kill Yang Xiao with Sect Leader Yue!"

He then charged toward the Huashan Sect's position.

Just then, a crazy voice suddenly rang out in the square.

"Hahaha! Fight! Fight! Good fight! Dogs fighting, all that's left is blood! The righteous path and the demonic path, neither are good people!"

The crowd looked in the direction of the sound and saw a ragged man.

They were clapping their hands, singing and dancing on the outside of the battlefield.

He was Zhou Dian, one of the Five Wanderers.

"Zhou Dian! What's gotten into you again?! Hurry up and go help Left Envoy Yang!"

Peng Yingyu was furious and cursed, "What a terrible teammate! What kind of lousy analogy is this? Dogs fighting each other?!"

"What help do I need?" Zhou Dian rolled his eyes.

"That kid Yang Xiao is always so arrogant, let him handle it himself!"

This is tantamount to harming oneself.

The Ming Cult was already somewhat demoralized after being attacked by the six major sects and taken to Bright Peak. At this time, Zhou Dian also had internal strife.

Even worse.

Yang Xiao's face turned ashen with anger. Was this the time to talk about this?

Zhou Dian's personality is eccentric, outspoken, arrogant, and straightforward.

He loves to curse, argue, and quarrel; he has a bad temper and is impulsive, but he is indeed loyal to the Ming Cult, fearless, and daring to fight and charge. He is a typical reckless and fierce general.

pity……

The Ming Cult currently has no leader, except for Wei Bat King, who has a good relationship with Yang Xiao.

He, as the Left Envoy of Light, was clearly no match for the Five Wanderers. If it weren't for the formidable enemy at hand, people like Peng Yingyu might not have given Yang Xiao any face.

In a battle between masters, even a second of hesitation or distraction can determine life or death.

Which of the masters from the six major sects is a force to be reckoned with?

Upon seeing this infighting within the Ming Cult camp, the eyes of several sect leaders flashed with fierce light.

"You demonic cultists, today is your death day!"

Kunlun Sect leader He Taichong shouted and charged at Yang Xiao and Wei Yixiao together with his wife Ban Shuxian.

Yang Xiao's face was extremely ugly. Although he possessed the second level of the Great Shift of the Universe, which allowed him to redirect and redirect the enemy's attacks, he was still in a very difficult situation.

However, at this moment, facing the combined attack of Yue Buqun and his wife from the Huashan Sect, He Taichong and his wife from the Kunlun Sect, and several elders and experts from their respective sects, they were already overwhelmed.

His white shirt was quickly stained red with blood in several places.

"Bang!!"

Yang Xiao struck the side of the longsword used by He Taichong and his wife in a joint attack.

Before he could even catch his breath, Yue Buqun's eerie sword was already close to his ribs.

Yang Xiao could only forcefully gather his inner energy to twist his waist, but he still fell into Yue Buqun's trap.

Yue Buqun's swordsmanship could even change its moves in response to Yang Xiao's actions.

A "swoosh" sound rang out as it entered flesh.

His clothes were pierced under his ribs, and the sword blade penetrated two inches into his flesh.

Once he regained his footing, Yang Xiao's forehead was covered in beads of sweat.

the other side.

Wei Yixiao's movements were as fast as lightning, like a blue ghost bat darting through the crowd, but due to the hidden injuries left by years of practicing the Frost Palm technique.

The intense battle began to backfire.

Each time he forcibly activated his internal energy, a sharp pain, as if he had fallen into an ice cave, would come through his meridians.

"Damn it..." I just slapped his shoulder!

A soft "click" sounded!

Wei Yixiao let out a muffled groan and fell sideways to the ground.

After landing, he rolled over to dissipate most of the force, but his face had turned pale.

His body trembled violently from the backlash.

Amidst the clamor of the battlefield.

Yin Yewang, the vice leader of the Sky Eagle Cult, was fighting against a young monk who was dressed in a gray robe and had a rather ugly appearance.

Yin Yewang thought that with his Eagle Claw Kung Fu, which he had practiced diligently for decades, taking down this little-known Shaolin monk would be a piece of cake.

Little did anyone know that once the two clashed, Yin Yewang's mind remained unsettled.

"Whoosh, whoosh, bang, bang, bang!"

The two had already exchanged blows more than ten times, and Yin Yewang discovered that his opponent's Dragon Claw Hand was on par with his own Eagle Claw Attack!

"Young monk, which abbot of Shaolin Temple are you a disciple of?"

As soon as he spoke, Yin Yewang's Eagle Claw Hand changed its move again, opening and closing his five fingers, ruthlessly aiming straight for his opponent's heart.

As the young monk stepped aside, the Dragon Claw Hand transformed from a claw into a palm and slashed out!

After blocking this ruthless attack, he took two steps back, put his hands together, and said, "Amitabha, I am Xuzhu, a disciple of Abbot Xuanci."

Xu Zhu.

Yin Yewang searched his mind but couldn't recall the name.

He did know a few people in the Shaolin Xuan generation, such as Xuan Nan and Xuan Ci...

Those with the character "虚" in their names are usually juniors, but I never expected to run into someone like this today, and I didn't gain any advantage whatsoever.

"Benefactor," Xu Zhu said, deflecting Yin Yewang's elbow strike, his tone remaining calm.

"Since the Eagle Sect has already broken away from the Ming Cult, why bother getting involved in this mess? Why not heed my advice and lay down your weapons..."

"Put down your butcher's knife?"

Yin Yewang scoffed, "Put down your butcher's knife? Do you expect me to become a monk at your Shaolin Temple?"

Since they couldn't agree on anything, Yin Yewang pressed forward again, and the two were once again locked in close combat.

……

On the other side of the square, the situation of the White-browed Eagle King Yin Tianzheng was much more difficult. He was already old, and now his hair was completely white. His strength had decreased by at least 30% to 40% compared to his prime.

His opponent was the Five Elders of Kongtong, who were notoriously persistent.

When the Seven Injury Fist is mastered to its fullest extent, all seven energy points operate simultaneously. If someone breaks through one point, the other six points immediately fill in, giving the opponent no chance to catch their breath in a fight.

As Guan Sheng, the current leader of Kongtong, threw a punch, Yin Tianzheng dodged it to the side, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw that the second old guy had already circled around to the flank.

The five old men worked together quite well.

Yin Tianzheng sneered inwardly, unleashing his Eagle Claw technique, his five fingers gripping the newcomer's wrist and pulling him back, redirecting the force to slam into a third person.