Martial Arts Crossover: It All Started with Hijacking Li Canghai

At this moment, Bi Shouxuan was hanging on the edge of the eaves. The bloody aura that had risen from the backyard had not yet dissipated, and the strong fishy smell drifted over with the night wind.

Bian Bufu's aura had completely vanished.

Pi Shouxuan's neck hairs stood on end.

Isn't Xiao Feng the strongest person in the Qin Prince's mansion? Could there be some old guy at the Celestial Realm hiding in the backyard?

I think this is simply impossible.

The image of Bian Bufu staring at women all the time flashed through his mind, and he couldn't help but curse him inwardly as a good-for-nothing who couldn't even handle a few women and ended up losing his life.

Xiao Feng roared at him from the opposite side.

"Old man, you dare to get distracted while fighting me!"

Pi Shouxuan snapped back to reality and looked at Xiao Feng's tall and sturdy figure standing there. The dragon-shaped palm print that had formed between Xiao Feng's palms was much thicker than before.

Why is this guy surnamed Xiao getting more and more excited as he fights?!

He knew that this night raid on the Qin Prince's mansion was completely hopeless, and if they didn't retreat soon, they would lose their lives here.

He pushed the Xuan Yin True Qi within his body to its peak, and the two Heavenly Demon Slashes he held in his hands gleamed with a dark purplish-black color under the moonlight.

Pi Shouxuan opened his mouth and shouted.

"Demons in Chaos!"

The two swords spun rapidly in front of him, unleashing a vast net of purplish-black sword energy that swept directly toward Xiao Feng's head and face.

This move is one of his trump cards. Most of these scattered sword energies are feints, designed to confuse the opponent and block their view so that he can take the opportunity to retreat.

Xiao Feng laughed loudly and advanced instead of retreating.

"Well done!"

As they spoke, he recalled what Qin Han had told him before he set off: if they encountered a formidable enemy, they should fight with all their might and there was no need to take care of the household.

At the time, Xiao Feng didn't quite understand what those words meant, but now he finally does.

Although the extremely powerful aura in the backyard was only flashed and then withdrawn, Xiao Feng could tell that it was definitely a master who had surpassed the Grandmaster level.

The prince is absolutely right.

Since there's such a top-notch expert in the manor, what does he have to worry about?

Xiao Feng's true energy surged outwards, and he pushed the Nine Yang Divine Skill within his body to its limit.

The muscles in his arms stretched the sleeves so tight that the fabric shone with a faint golden sheen.

He stomped his right foot heavily on the roof tiles, causing a large portion of the roof to collapse.

Broken tiles and broken wooden beams scattered in all directions, and Xiao Feng used the force of the impact to crash directly into them!

He saw Xiao Feng facing a large area of ​​purplish-black sword net.

Pi Shouxuan's expression changed instantly.

"You're a fucking lunatic!"

Although his move, Heavenly Demon Dance, has many fake moves, at least 30% of it is real, deadly blade energy.

Even a grandmaster would be injured if he took that blow head-on, but this man surnamed Xiao didn't even flinch and just charged straight in.

Xiao Feng continuously pushed and swung his palms forward, and pure golden true energy rushed out from his palms, followed by wave after wave of true energy.

It is advantageous to cross great rivers!

The golden true energy violently crashed into the net of purplish-black sword energy, producing a series of muffled thuds.

The feinting sword energy was completely dispersed, and the branches and leaves at the top of several old locust trees nearby were also cut off by the scattered air currents.

The pair of swords in Bi Shouxuan's hands were shaken so much that they made a buzzing sound.

Just as he was about to gather his strength and retreat to a safe distance, he caught a glimpse of a figure emerging directly from the scattered net of sword energy.

It was Xiao Feng.

The burly man had seven or eight bloody wounds on his body, the deepest of which was on his left shoulder.

Blood was seeping from the exposed flesh on both sides, but his expression became increasingly fierce and fanatical.

There was absolutely no sign of weakness or injury on his body.

Xiao Feng swung his right palm in mid-air and then thrust his left palm forward. The golden true energy overflowing from his two palms gathered into an extremely dense ball of energy.

"It is impolite not to reciprocate; this has shocked the entire region!"

This palm strike was delivered solidly and without any fancy moves.

Pi Shouxuan had no time to dodge and could only cross the two swords in front of his chest.

The palm struck the surface of the twin swords with great force, producing a metallic clang that made one's ears ache.

Pi Shouxuan felt an immense force traveling through the overlapping blades.

The bones in both arms were being pressed so hard they were making a cracking sound as if they were about to give way.

He gritted his teeth and let out a muffled groan of pain, his entire body being pushed backward and flying out by the domineering force.

His back slammed into the brick wall of the room behind him, and the falling bricks and tiles rained down on him.

A piercing, throbbing pain shot through my shoulder blade.

Pi Shouxuan used one hand to support himself on the broken bricks on the ground and barely managed to stand up. Most of the bones in his body were sore and numb at this moment.

At this moment, the hands gripping the knife handle were trembling slightly, uncontrollably.

He gritted his teeth and endured Xiao Feng's palm strike, but the meridians in his shoulder area still suffered considerable damage.

A hint of ruthlessness flashed in Bi Shouxuan's eyes as he spun a scimitar halfway around in his right hand.

Use the blade to make a small cut on the tip of your left index finger, and blood quickly seeps out from between your fingers.

He stared at the drop of blood seeping out, his lips moving rapidly as he read out something that was completely inaudible.

This is a secret, unorthodox technique called the Blood Burning Skill from the Path of Extinguishing Emotions.

Using one's own blood as a catalyst can forcibly boost one's power by a large margin in a very short time; it's purely a dangerous move used to fight desperately or escape when in dire straits.

Pi Shouxuan initially had no intention of using this move.

Once this skill is activated, one will be bedridden for at least half a year to recover, but in this life-threatening situation, there's no time to worry about that.

Just as they were about to activate the secret technique, a terrible wail suddenly came from the direction of the front yard.

That was the sound of the evil monk Fa Nan.

Pi Shouxuan suddenly raised his head and looked towards the front of the courtyard.

A man wearing a demon mask stood directly in front of the gun emplacements and muskets.

The longsword made of sheet metal was just pulled from Fa Nan's chest, and the blood on the blade was dripping down the long sheet of metal.

It was none other than Ghost Swordsman Afei.

Fa Nan was struck in the chest by a sword, and hurriedly rolled down like a lazy donkey, narrowly avoiding the subsequent fatal blow.

Afei casually flicked the blood off the metal plate, not giving chase, and looked at Changzhen standing beside him with some regret, raising his sword again.

Ah Fei spoke through that cold, demonic mask.

"I've lost interest in you all."