Martial Arts Crossover: It All Started with Hijacking Li Canghai

Chen Jinnan was the first to act.

The unsheathed longsword flew from his hand, its tip aimed straight for Ao Bai's throat.

A silvery-white sword aura, leaving a trail of afterimages, grazed past the heads of the panicked officials.

Ao Bai did not move.

Two Tibetan monks stepped out from behind him and clapped their hands together.

The palm strike was enveloped in a crimson aura, a Tantric hand seal.

The longsword was clamped between two palm strikes.

"clang!"

The clang of metal rang out, and sparks flew between the palm and the longsword.

Chen Jinnan was jolted back three steps, his feet leaving two white marks on the floor tiles.

The two Tibetan monks also took two steps back, a strange look flashing across their faces.

One against two, he withstood the combined attack of the Tantric sects without being at a disadvantage; the leader of the Heaven and Earth Society is indeed quite capable.

Before Chen Jinnan's backward momentum had dissipated, he flipped his wrist, and his longsword drew an arc as he thrust out a second time.

It was three points faster than the first sword strike.

The two Tibetan monks unleashed their palm strikes again, gathering crimson true energy in their palms to firmly block Ao Bai.

The three engaged in a fierce battle in front of the high platform, their sword lights clashing with the light of Buddha's light.

With his unparalleled skill, Chen Jinnan managed to keep the two of them occupied by a single, unsheathed longsword.

The Qin and Han dynasties remained hidden to the side.

This leader is indeed impressive. If it weren't for the fact that managing the affairs of the Heaven and Earth Society takes up so much of his energy, he would have already reached the level of a Grandmaster.

The Zheng family really wasted such a talented person.

The two Tibetan monks were among the most skilled in cultivation, and their teamwork was remarkably seamless.

But the two of them alone were not enough to subdue Chen Jinnan.

The problem is, these are only two of the eight Tibetan monks.

really.

Yue Buqun made his move.

There was no sound when the iron sword was drawn.

His entire figure vanished from his seat and reappeared behind two other monks.

The sword tip aimed directly at the back of the monk's head on the left, at an extremely tricky angle.

Evil-repelling sword technique.

UI.

This statement is perfectly applicable to Yue Buqun.

A cold glint flashed.

The two Tibetan monks clasped their hands together, and a layer of golden Buddhist energy burst forth from their palms.

"Buzz!"

The sword energy collided with the Buddhist energy, causing a violent shock.

The two Tibetan monks withstood the attack, which combined the Evil-Repelling Sword Technique with the sword energy of Mount Hua. Their noodles trembled slightly, but they did not retreat.

A backhand slap.

"Bang!"

Yue Buqun was sent flying backward, only managing to regain his balance by tapping his toes on the table.

The moment he landed, he pressed his left hand against his chin.

The fake mustache was almost blown away.

His expression immediately darkened.

These Tibetan monks practiced the Vajra Indestructible Body Technique, and their Evil-Repelling Sword Technique was fast enough, but it was not a divine weapon or machine after all, and no matter how fast it was, it could not pierce through an iron plate.

I don't know where Ao Bai found this monster.

Ning Zhongze pushed aside several soldiers and was about to rush up to help when Yue Buqun stopped her with a look.

The remaining four Tibetan monks formed a square formation and were about to press towards Chen Jinnan.

"The Big Dipper Formation!"

Qiu Chuji shouted loudly.

Ma Yu, Wang Chuyi, Hao Datong, and Sun Bu'er all took steps at the same instant.

The five men stood in the positions of the Seven Stars, drew their longswords, and their sword energy converged into a rotating light curtain.

Without Tan Chuduan and Liu Chuxuan, the formation is incomplete.

However, the five of them have worked together in perfect harmony for decades, and the most famous thing in the history of the Quanzhen School is this Big Dipper Formation.

The Big Dipper Formation, in various sizes, can be categorized into several types.

Even a remnant of their forces should not be underestimated.

The four Tibetan monks were trapped by the sword formation and were unable to break free for a time.

Qin Han's gaze swept across the entire room.

Chen Jinnan entangled two, Yue Buqun dealt with two, and Qiu Chuji and his group of five trapped four.

All eight Tibetan monks were held back.

The scene looks alright.

But the real killer move is never on stage.

Qin Han's gaze darkened slightly. The Golden Wheel Monk had not shown up, nor had Hong Antong. These two hidden pieces had not yet been made.

There was no time to think it through.

From his seat of honor, Ao Bai brought his large hand down.

"Release the arrows!"

Whoosh whoosh whoosh.

Arrows rained down from all four walls!

The clicking of crossbows cocking their bolts filled the air, followed closely by the roar of gunpowder guns.

The tables, chairs, and benches in the entire courtyard were overturned, and the dishes and bowls were smashed to pieces. The martial arts heroes who came to the banquet drew their weapons to deflect arrows or flipped over tables to find cover.

But many more people don't even have the chance to stand up.

The first volley of fire landed, and seven or eight people fell between the tables and chairs.

The second round followed immediately. The overturned table was pierced by arrows, and the two Heaven and Earth Society disciples hiding behind it groaned and fell to the ground. Blood flowed from under the table and spread along the cracks in the bricks.

The cries of agony rose and fell.

The air was filled with the smell of blood and the acrid smell of gunpowder.

Even several court officials were affected; a third-rank civil official was hit in the shoulder by a stray arrow and screamed as he crawled off the stage.

Another military officer was accidentally wounded in the arm by his own men's knife.

Ao Bai sat on a tiger-skin chair on a high platform, drinking wine from a golden cup.

He watched the entire audience bleed profusely.

Half of these civil and military officials present were opportunists; their deaths would make room for them. As long as we uproot these anti-Qing and pro-Ming factions tonight, the Qing Dynasty will be as stable as Mount Tai.

Qin Han saw all of this.

The tall, thin guy next to him was already huddled under the table, trembling, with peanuts scattered all over the floor.

Chen Jialuo drew his sword and charged out of the crowd, followed by Mu Jiansheng and Liu Dahong.

The three of them headed straight for Ao Bai on the high platform.

While the eight Tibetan monks were held back, they went straight for the leader.

The idea is correct.

But they rushed out less than five steps.

"Heh, Boss Chen, you have quite the nerve."

A sinister laugh came from the east side of the hall.

Three figures emerged from behind the overturned screen.

The leader was tall and thin with a sallow complexion and a pair of sinister old eyes that revealed malice. Behind him, to his left was a man who was extremely thin, and to his right was a man with a refined appearance who was holding a folding fan.

Hong Antong, Fat Monk, Lu Gaoxuan.

The Divine Dragon Cult.

Chen Jialuo stopped in his tracks.

Hong Antong blocked the path leading to the high platform and said sarcastically, "The Red Flower Society wants to kill Lord Ao Bai, why didn't they inform my Divine Dragon Sect beforehand?"

Chen Jialuo's face turned ashen: "Hong Antong, you're a Han Chinese too! How dare you serve as a henchman for that Manchu traitor Ao Bai?"

Hong Antong narrowed his old eyes.

"People die for wealth, birds die for food. Whom does this leader work for? Does the Red Flower Society need to tell him what to do?"

Liu Dahong took a step forward, and an overwhelming aura emanated from him.

The fat monk chuckled twice and stepped forward with his thin body to block the way.

"Old man, you want to go there? Ask your grandfather if he'll allow it first."

Lu Gaoxuan closed his folding fan and nodded to Mu Jiansheng.

"Young Master Mu, your father was a hero in his day. Don't get involved in this mess; it would be such a waste for him to die here."

Mu Jiansheng drew his sword.

"Bullshit!"

The scene was completely chaotic.

Chen Jialuo faced off against Hong Antong.

Baihua Cuoquan unleashed three consecutive moves, the force of his punches dense and powerful, forcing Hong Antong to retreat half a step.

Hong Antong narrowed his old eyes, flipped out his right palm, and his palm force was as thick as a mountain.

Chen Jialuo barely managed to withstand two blows, but couldn't hold on to the third.

His left shoulder was struck, and his entire arm instantly lost sensation. A dull thud came from his bones, and he staggered back five steps.

Hong Antong gave him no chance to catch his breath and followed up with a palm strike to his chest.

That was a real blow.

Chen Jialuo was sent flying backward, his back hitting the edge of a table, breaking the table leg. He tumbled out with pieces of wood in his arms, crashing into a second table before finally stopping!

He coughed up blood while lying on the ground, and his vision went black.

Liu Dahong entangled the fat monk, while Mu Jiansheng and Lu Gaoxuan engaged in combat.

A third volley of arrows rained down from the wall, killing seven or eight more people.

Fewer and fewer people are able to stand in the field.

Zhao Zhijing's seat was empty; the chair was leaning to one side by the door, and there was no sign of him.

Inside the Big Dipper Formation, cold sweat beaded on Hao Datong's forehead.

With two people missing, the formation became increasingly vulnerable over time. The four Tibetan monks had already caught on and began to launch a fierce attack on Ma Yu's position.