Martial Arts Crossover: It All Started with Hijacking Li Canghai

Pi Shouxuan was stunned into place by Xiao Feng's shout.

The name "Ganniang" echoed in the night wind, and the beautiful nun Changzhen and the wicked monk Fanan, who were fighting with the guards in the front yard, heard it clearly.

Chang Zhen's whisk slipped and almost fell onto the blue bricks.

Fa Nan's usually stern face twitched slightly.

Xiao Feng's aura as a Grandmaster remained undiminished as he stared intently at the old man before him.

When Pi Shouxuan realized what was happening, his face turned pale. Someone of his stature had never encountered such a scene where he was greeted with insults the moment he opened his mouth.

It can only be said that Xiao Feng learned some local specialties after spending a long time in Sichuan.

"Very well, very well, since you, Master Xiao, are so eager to die, then I will grant your wish today."

He stopped talking, his Xuan Yin True Qi circulated to its limit, and the purplish-black energy emanated from his body through his meridians. The few broken tiles under his feet were pushed aside by the energy wave and rolled down the roof ridge.

Bi Shouxuan shouted out loud!

"Purple Qi Heavenly Net!"

The purple aura gathered in front of him and gradually condensed into the shape of a large, heavy hand. The five fingers of the hand were spread out, surrounded by purple-black aura, and a layer of white frost quickly rose on the surface of the wooden pillars next to him.

Xiao Feng stood opposite, looking at the purple aura.

"I, Xiao, am no great hero, but merely a garrison commander of Shu Prefecture. This is the Purple Qi Heavenly Net of the Extinction Path? Nothing special!"

The Nine Yang True Qi surged along Xiao Feng's acupoints, and the golden yang energy formed a thick ring of air around his body. The surface of the air was glowing with a faint firelight, which forcefully kept the Xuan Yin evil energy that Bi Shouxuan was forcing in several feet away.

The purplish-black, chilling aura hissed and crackled as it touched the golden barrier.

Pi Shouxuan's eyes twitched involuntarily.

Nine Yang Divine Skill!

When did this guy surnamed Xiao learn the Nine Yang Divine Skill?

Didn't he only know the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms?

Xiao Feng looked at Bi Shouxuan's changed face. Back then, Qin Han not only passed on the Nine Yang Divine Skill to Xiao Feng, but also gave him the Yi Jin Jing, and he could even freely look at it in the Sutra Repository.

This is also the main reason why Xiao Feng was able to reach the Grandmaster level so quickly. He was naturally gifted, and what the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms lacked was top-notch pure Yang internal energy.

Facing the terrifying claws of the underworld, instead of retreating, they advanced, expanding their pure Yang energy outwards.

"Surprised, aren't you? I haven't been idle at the Prince's mansion these past two years. Today, I'll use you, you old scoundrel, to practice my skills."

When the heat wave hit Bi Shouxuan's face, the cold energy in his meridians felt somewhat sluggish. His cultivation method, which relied on yin and cold energy, was completely suppressed by this pure yang internal force.

Based on their skill levels, he should have had the upper hand, but Xiao Feng was known for his god-like qualities, becoming stronger the more he fought.

With nowhere to retreat, Pi Shouxuan could only continue to urge his true energy, stabilize his lower body, and push his arms forward horizontally.

"Arrogant!"

The purple handprint in mid-air pressed down, accompanied by a whooshing sound, heading straight for Xiao Feng's face.

Xiao Feng planted his feet firmly on the roof tiles, drew an arc inward with his left arm, and brought his right arm to his side. He channeled all his masculine inner strength into the center of his palms and slammed them upwards.

"The dragon that soars too high will regret it!"

A thick, golden aura surged from his palm, gathering in mid-air into a dragon-shaped energy blast. With a muffled echo, it surged upwards, its head raised and its body twisting and turning in the night sky, crashing straight into the descending purple ghost claw.

The two streams of true energy collided heavily in mid-air, producing a deafening thud. The shockwave spread outwards along the eaves, causing large pieces of nearby tiles to fall off and shatter.

The roof section beneath Bi Shouxuan's feet caved in and collapsed, and he fell down along with the broken beam.

He quickly gathered his breath, twisted his waist, and used his toes to push off a piece of wood that wasn't completely broken, using the momentum to flip onto the roof of the opposite room.

The purple palm that had been there earlier had been dispersed by the dragon-shaped energy, turning into a few wisps of messy black smoke drifting in the wind. Although the internal energy that Xiao Feng had unleashed had dimmed considerably, he was even more excited, the kind of excitement that comes from encountering an opponent.

Bi Shouxuan's face turned ugly, and his gaze turned colder as he stared at the other side. Although he had gained a slight advantage in the head-on clash just now, the opponent's masculine and domineering style was indeed the nemesis of yin and cold techniques.

The golden light on Xiao Feng's body brightened a bit more. He moved his broad palms and felt the increasingly hot true energy flowing through his meridians.

He has always preferred this kind of unreasonable, head-on confrontation; such a fight is much more satisfying than those roundabout, insidious moves.

"Old man, one more time!"

Pi Shouxuan suppressed the tightness in his chest, and with a flick of his wrist, he opened his sleeve, revealing two crescent-shaped short swords that fell into his palm.

The blade was a dark purplish-black, and the moonlight overhead reflected off its surface.

These are the Heavenly Demon Twin Blades that he keeps close to his body. Compared to his fighting palm techniques and claw skills, his decades of experience are actually all in these two blades.

"Xiao Feng, do you really think I'm made of clay?!"

Pi Shouxuan gripped the hilts of his swords with both hands and rapidly twirled them several times. The two crescent-shaped swords spun alternately in front of him, generating two sharp, purplish-black waves of energy.

He stepped forward with both feet, crossed his arms at chest level, and swung them out with a sudden slash.

"Sirius Devours the Moon!"

Two overlapping purplish-black blade energies, one horizontal and one vertical, pierced the night and slashed down towards Xiao Feng's head.

Xiao Feng felt a stinging pain on his face from the blade's wind; the pressure from this attack was clearly greater than the palm print from before.

Instead of backing down, he took a half-step forward, his palms crossing rapidly in front of his chest, and a thick bronze aura emanated from his body as his inner energy circulated.

Pure Yang energy coiled and layered in the center of his hands!

Three faintly visible golden streaks appeared, swirling around each other to meet the incoming blade energy.

"Good timing!"

The Dragon Subduing Triple Wave surges forth with overwhelming force!

The golden dragon-shaped true energy and the purplish-black sword energy collided in mid-air between the two, bursting into a dazzling light. The ground beneath Xiao Feng's feet caved in, and he used the recoil to flip himself up to a higher place.

The violent shockwave forced Bi Shouxuan, who was opposite him, to retreat repeatedly. He took seven or eight steps before he could barely stand. His heels crushed several thick tiles behind him, and his arms holding the twin swords trembled uncontrollably.

Xiao Feng's outer cloth robe was slashed open with more than a dozen cuts by the sharp blade energy, revealing the reddish muscles underneath. Only a few bloodstains remained on the surface of the skin and flesh, without damaging the tendons and bones inside.

With the foundation strengthened by the Yi Jin Jing and the protective true energy of the Nine Yang Divine Skill, he managed to withstand the slash.

Pi Shouxuan took a deep breath.

This former leader of the Beggars' Sect had an unexpectedly profound foundation; his Nine Yang Divine Skill and Yi Jin Jing were combined, making his physique ridiculously strong.

Then I remembered something: before Xiao Feng inherited the Beggars' Sect, he seemed to have some connection with Shaolin Temple, and maybe he even learned some body-refining martial arts.

Thinking of this, Bi Shouxuan's face turned even uglier.

Just as the stalemate was at hand, a heavy scraping sound came from the direction of the front yard.

It sounded like a huge object was rolling back and forth on the stone road, followed by the clanging of metal. Pi Shouxuan turned halfway around to look in that direction.

In the open space of the front yard, illuminated by torches, several soldiers dressed in Shu army armor were working together to push a huge iron machine, laboriously turning the wheel beside it to adjust the angle. The thick iron pipe was slowly moving, eventually pointing towards Chang Zhen and Fa Nan, who were still fighting with the guards in the front yard.

That was a new type of heavy artillery developed by the research institute for use in defending cities.

For the first time, Pi Shouxuan's eyes showed fear.

He couldn't understand why such heavy firepower equipment would be set up in the courtyard of the Prince's mansion.