Martial Arts Crossover: It All Started with Hijacking Li Canghai

Sweat trickled down Hao Datong's forehead and into his collar, but he didn't have a free hand to wipe it away.

The Tibetan monk on the right struck again with his palm, his Tantric energy, carrying a scorching heat, slamming heavily into the gap in the sword formation.

Ma Yu took a half-step off course, his body swayed, and the entire sword formation trembled violently.

The Big Dipper Formation, missing two members, was already on the verge of collapse.

The fourth volley of arrows rained down.

A member of the Heaven and Earth Society was pinned to a table by three crossbow bolts at the same time, and died after making two gurgling sounds.

The person next to him snatched the knife from his hand without even glancing at it.

I don't have time to watch it.

Chen Jinnan forced the two Tibetan monks to retreat six times, but each time they retreated, they returned.

The esoteric Buddhist physical training is so tough that a long sword can only leave a white mark when it pierces the skin, without even breaking it.

Yue Buqun was entangled with the other two at the other end, his iron sword moving so fast that it left afterimages.

The Evil-Repelling Sword Technique follows an unpredictable path, yet it strikes the indestructible body like pricking cowhide with a needle.

Ao Bai sat on the high platform, taking in all of this.

The wine swayed slightly in his hand, and a smile curved his lips.

These people were weaker than he thought.

Or perhaps, he was too well-prepared.

The eight Tibetan monks were his fellow Tantric practitioners whom he had invited from the Tibetan border over two years. Three hundred elite troops from the Zhenglan Banner blocked ten streets, while Hong Antong of the Shenlong Sect and his men were stationed in the middle.

There is also the Golden Wheel Monk.

Ao Bai's gaze swept across a spot on the roof.

Now that we have the advantage, we should avoid letting that person make a move if possible, since the cost would be considerable.

Ao Bai raised his hand.

The archers on the wall reloaded their crossbows.

This round, the target is the Big Dipper Formation.

A barrage of crossbow bolts would leave even the most skilled fighters severely wounded.

The moment the bowstring is about to be released!

A muffled thud came from the wall!

Splinters of wood and pieces of iron flew in all directions, knocking the two nearest rows of crossbowmen to the ground.

A figure emerged from the smoke and dust.

Dressed in black, wearing a long robe, and moving with light steps, the remaining archers on the wall fired without waiting for orders.

Hundreds of crossbow bolts rained down on the dark figure from three directions.

The arrow was still three feet away from the man.

It's all broken.

The arrow shaft broke, and the arrowhead flipped backward.

All the fragments crashed into a barely visible transparent barrier, scattering all over the ground in a flurry.

The rebounding arrows pierced the arms and shoulders of the archers in the front row, and screams erupted simultaneously from three sides of the wall.

The remaining men, holding their crossbows and with their fingers on the hanging blades, dared not move.

When Chen Jinnan saw the person's face, his expression finally relaxed slightly.

Qin and Han dynasties.

The two monks sensed danger; it was the instinctive warning of a master.

The two stared at each other for a moment, forcing Chen Jinnan back while turning around and striking out with both palms, flanking Qin Han from the left and right.

Tantric Mahamudra Combination Strike!

Two streams of crimson true energy erupted from the left and right, wrapped in high-temperature gales, and simultaneously struck Qin Han's shoulders.

Qin Han didn't get to see the Golden Wheel Monk appear, and since he was alone now, he made his move at the crucial moment, swinging his arms to the sides in front of the two of them.

"Buzz!"

A dragon's roar burst forth from his body.

Dragon God Technique.

A golden wave of energy swept outwards from the center of Qin Han's body, compressing the air in the entire courtyard into a solid wall.

The floor tiles are cracked.

The tables and chairs were smashed to pieces.

The liquor was shaken into a mist.

The moment the two crimson palm strikes collided with the golden energy wave!

"Click-clack-click-clack!"

The sound of bones cracking came from their arms.

From the knuckles to the elbows to the shoulder blades, it broke apart inch by inch.

The two of them opened their mouths as wide as possible, only hissing sounds coming out of their throats.

He coughed up blood, flew backward, crashed through the wooden pillar behind him, and became embedded in the broken wood, where he remained motionless.

The golden aura continued to spread.

The musketeers and crossbowmen on the wall involuntarily twitched.

They fell one after another.

The dragon's roar entered his mind, shattering his spirit.

Blood oozed from all seven orifices, and he fainted on the spot.

East wall.

West wall.

South wall.

Nearly six hundred people on the three walls fell within three breaths, without exception.

The arrows stopped.

The gunpowder gun went silent.

The wind whistled through the broken wood, making a low, mournful sound.

Only one sound remained in the courtyard: everyone present was breathing rapidly.

Chen Jinnan's hand holding the sword trembled slightly.

This is the Grandmaster.

This was the Prince of Qin from Shu, who was so powerful in the Southern Song Dynasty that the emperor himself had to issue a decree of amnesty.

One person, with a single dragon's roar, wiped out all the ranged firepower on the entire battlefield.

Recalling their brief encounter in Yangzhou two years ago, Chen Jinnan felt a surge of indescribable emotion. If he had become close friends with this person back then, the Heaven and Earth Society would not have been in such a predicament until now.

Yue Buqun took two steps back, and the tip of his iron sword drooped down.

He didn't actually go all out just now.

If Qin Han doesn't appear, he'll flee with Ning Zhongze immediately. He can't risk his life for the sake of his reputation, can he?

The keen senses brought by the Evil-Repelling Sword Manual became a burden at this moment. He felt the oppressive feeling when that golden wave of energy swept past him more deeply than anyone else.

The hairs on my body stood on end.

The quality of this true energy was more refined and more violent than any other cultivation technique he had ever seen.

The King of Qin in Shu was a figure of that caliber.

Qiu Chuji's Big Dipper Formation had dissipated. The four Tibetan monks were shaken back several steps by the dragon's roar, and they all squatted on the ground, covering their heads.

Ma Yu murmured, "Senior Brother, what kind of martial art is this...?"

No one answered him.

Hong Antong's face also fell.

When that golden wave of energy swept past him, his internal energy was disrupted for two full beats.

He is a peak Grandmaster, and even in his old age, he will still be a veteran Grandmaster.

The sheer power of the opponent's aura far exceeded the upper limit expected of a Grandmaster.

Grandmaster!

This thought was like a bucket of ice water poured over his head. If he didn't know about Ao Bai and the hidden Golden Wheel Monk, Hong Antong would have wanted to run away right now.

Fat Monk huddled behind Hong Antong, his two thin arms clasped together.

Lu Gaoxuan didn't even notice that his folding fan had fallen to the ground.

Wei Xiaobao crouched under the VIP table, peering out through the gap in the table legs, and his lips curled slightly.

Quietly peeking out from under the table, crouching low as they backed away.

He remembered the direction of the gunpowder depot perfectly.

On the high platform.

A crack appeared in the golden cup that Ao Bai was holding.

The cracks meander down from the rim of the cup to the bottom.

The wine seeped out from the crack and trickled down between his fingers.

Ao Bai stared at the black-clad man who emerged from the smoke and debris.

Qin Han stopped amidst the scattered wood and bloodstains, and looked up at the high platform.

"Ao Shaobao".

Ao Bai crushed the cracked gold cup, and shards fell from his fingers.

"You're Ye Wudao?"

Qin Han smiled. Ao Bai was pretending to be confused when he knew the truth. But if that's what you're asking, then I can be Ye Wudao.

"It is indeed Ye."

Ao Bai let out a sinister laugh.