Martial Arts Crossover: It All Started with Hijacking Li Canghai

The sound of Su Kui's short sword hitting the blue bricks caught Xu Xueting's attention.

The Azure Dragon Envoy suppressed his fear. The shirtless man in front of him was facing sideways, his defenses wide open. There was still a chance!

If we can get Su Quan under control, Ye Wudao will have to be hesitant to act against her.

With a ferocious expression on his face, Xu Xueting pounced on Su Quan beside the shrine like a hungry tiger.

Three fingers, shaped like dragon claws, aimed straight for that section of fair neck.

"Madam, please forgive me..."

He hadn't finished speaking.

A flower in front of you.

That bare-chested figure is gone.

A chill ran from Xu Xueting's tailbone straight up to the top of his head!

In the next instant, Qin Han had already appeared in front of Su Quan like a ghost.

Shrinking the earth to an inch.

Ten steps, covered in one stride!

Xu Xueting's three fingers stopped abruptly three inches from Qin Han's chest, unable to advance any further.

He wanted to withdraw his hand.

But they found that the three fingers were welded shut and they couldn't be pulled out at all!

"put……"

A single word was just squeezed out of his throat.

Qin Han suddenly exerted force with his two fingers!

His physical attributes were comparable to those of Ao Bai's Jinzhong. The powerful brute force surged back, from his wrist to his forearm, and finally exploded at his elbow!

"Pfft!"

A muffled thud as flesh and blood were torn apart.

Xu Xueting's entire right arm, from the shoulder down, exploded into a cloud of blood mist!

Minced meat mixed with bone fragments splattered on the broken wall, leaving a glaring scarlet stain.

"Ah—! My hand! My hand!!!"

The screams shattered the tranquility of the deserted village.

Xu Xueting fell backward, leaving a gaping, bloody hole in her right shoulder. She tried to cover it with her left hand, but only managed to grab a handful of warm blood.

Outside the ancestral hall, none of the surviving members of the Divine Dragon Cult dared to make a move.

The Azure Dragon Envoy, the top expert among the Five Dragon Envoys, just like that... had one arm crippled by two fingers?

In the crowd, a young believer's legs buckled, and the knife in his hand clattered to the ground beside his feet.

He reached out to pick it up, but pulled his hand back halfway, his hand trembling so badly he couldn't even hold the hilt of his knife.

The throwing knife in Wugen Daoren's hand had fallen to the ground at some point. The people of Shenlong Island were extremely afraid of death, as evidenced by the fact that they were controlled by Hong Antong's drugs.

If he were truly a man of principle, he would have committed suicide long ago.

The old Taoist priest's legs went weak, and he knelt down.

"Spare me! Young Master Ye, spare me!"

His forehead slammed directly into the blue brick.

At that moment, as the fat monk fled back to the island from the capital, the image of that terrified, distorted face flashed through his mind.

"Bare-chested... with dragon tattoos... with one palm... he twisted off Ao Bai's head..."

At the time, he thought the fat monk was just terrified and talking nonsense.

Now that I've seen it with my own eyes, I realize that every word the fat monk uttered was true!

Even worse, they said it too lightly!

"Young Master Ye, it was my fault for being blind and offending you! I'll leave right now, I'll leave right now!"

His face was covered in blood from kowtowing so many times that it was impossible to tell whether it was from the kowtow or from the splatter.

Qin Han glanced down at the old man.

"Back to Shenlong Island."

The rootless Taoist kowtowed even more frequently.

Tell Hong Antong.

Qin Han's tone was completely calm.

"The leader's wife, and this scripture, from now on, belong to me and are mine."

He kicked Xu Xueting, who was still twitching and pretending to be dead on the ground.

"If Hong Antong is not satisfied, let him go to Shandong to find me."

The rootless Taoist dared not utter a single word of dissent, nodding repeatedly, his legs trembling as he got up.

"Yes, yes! I will definitely deliver it! I will definitely deliver it!"

He then scrambled out of the ancestral hall, not even bothering to help the Azure Dragon Envoy on the ground.

"Rootless! Old Taoist Wugen, come back! Take me with you!! Take me with you!"

Xu Xueting screamed in despair from behind.

The rootless Taoist didn't even turn his head.

It's the kind of creature that can turn a person's arm into a bloody mist in a single exchange; you'd be living a life worse than death if you lingered even a moment longer.

When the followers outside the ancestral hall saw that the Red Dragon Envoy had all run away, no one could hold out any longer.

The crowd scattered like birds and beasts, disappearing completely in the blink of an eye.

Qin Han casually gave this Azure Dragon Envoy a quick death.

Beside the shrine, the last breath Su Quan had held onto all night finally dissipated at this moment.

My body went limp and I started to slide down.

Qin Han raised his hand, a gentle force supporting her waist, and pulled her into his arms.

The body in my arms was soft and hot.

Su Quan didn't struggle, and she couldn't struggle anymore.

His vital energy was exhausted, and the wound on his left arm was so deep that the bone was visible; he couldn't even lift a finger.

She looked up at her stunningly beautiful face and, by the light filtering through the broken roof of the ancestral hall, saw the man's face clearly.

young.

He's in his early twenties, but his face doesn't show any of the naivety one would expect at his age.

Su Quan looked for three breaths.

For the first time, the wife of the Dragon Cult Leader, who was usually so audacious, felt a chill run down her spine.

She could guess why Qin Han would take action; after all, he was fighting with Ao Bai while she went to retrieve the Forty-Two Chapters Sutra.

This person is far superior to Hong Antong.

He reached his right hand into his chest slowly, the movement pulling at his wound and causing Su Kui to gasp in pain.

She pulled out a thin booklet with a yellow silk cover and frayed edges.

"This..." Su Quan handed the booklet to Qin Han's chest, "Is this what you wanted, young master?"

Qin Han took it with one hand and opened it.

Inside were not Buddhist scriptures, but countless needle holes, the same needle-piercing method as the five books Wei Xiaobao gave him.

Can't go wrong.

The copy in Ao Bai's mansion is the sixth volume of the Forty-Two Chapters Sutra.

I got it.

Qin Han tucked the booklet into his pocket and was about to loosen his grip on her.

The woman in his arms suddenly pressed against his chest, her head gently resting against the dragon pattern, and weakly closed her eyes.

"My life was saved by you, young master."

Her breath was weak, and each word seemed to be spoken with great effort.

"I can't go back to the Divine Dragon Cult."

Her eyelashes trembled.

"From now on, I am willing to serve as your servant, to attend to Young Master Ye."

Qin Han's arm around her waist stiffened for a moment.

This script is wrong.

He only came to collect the scriptures and incidentally saved someone, although he also wanted to put a hat on Hong Antong's head.

Unexpectedly, the cult leader's wife was even more proactive than him, directly putting on a show similar to the one where a young girl has nothing to repay him with but to offer herself in marriage.

A woman like Su Quan, who was able to hold her position as the leader's wife in the wolf den of the Divine Dragon Sect, must have been cunning and shrewd.

Qin Han looked down at the face in his arms, and a ridiculous thought suddenly popped into his mind.

Could it be that I truly possess some kind of domineering aura?

Zhao Min made Jinlun Fawang stop.

As they fought, they eventually turned enemies into friends.

Now there's another woman, the wife of the Dragon Cult Leader, who hasn't fully recovered from her injuries yet, and she's already throwing herself into his arms.

This woman is quite interesting.

Su Quan noticed the hand around her waist, but only froze for a moment before not pushing her away.

I quietly peeked through my eyelids and met those unfathomable eyes.