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Ma Xiaotian was helpless, while Wu Santong was excited. He leaped more than ten feet off his horse and flew more than ten meters to stand in front of Guo Jing and the other three.

This move displayed profound internal strength and lightness skill, causing the three top-tier masters, including Master Lingzhi, to be startled and on high alert.

Wanyan Kang asked in a low voice, "Can we win?"

Peng Lianhu hesitated for a moment, then replied in a low voice, "Although I haven't fought it before and don't know, it should be difficult."

"And even if we could win, we certainly wouldn't be able to keep them alive. Just look at that jump just now, those two are not to be underestimated. We're three against two, so we don't have much of an advantage."

Master Lingzhi and Master Liang Ziweng nodded in agreement.

Wanyan Kang was shocked: How could a mere restaurant have such a profound history?

Is it a legitimate restaurant?

"If the young prince insists on keeping them here, he should quickly send someone back to the palace to invite Brother Sha and Young Master Ouyang, and also deploy elite troops to seal off the surrounding area. Only in this way can we be safe," Liang Ziweng suddenly said.

Wanyan Kang felt reassured and immediately sent a servant back to the palace to fetch reinforcements.

The battle resumed the next moment.

Lingzhi Shangren and the others thought that Wu Santong and Ma Xiaotian were going to hold them off and then escape with their men, but they didn't expect that the other party had no intention of leaving at all and just fought them head-on!

The group was shocked and furious. What grudge could they have that would drive them to such a desperate fight?

You take your people and leave, we'll pretend we can't catch up, both sides will be safe, and we'll both get paid. Isn't that wonderful?

How much money do you make in a year? You're working yourself to death!

If fear shows in one's heart, one will naturally hesitate in one's moves.

In a short time, Wu Santong, two first-rate experts, along with four novices who were not even second or third-rate, actually defeated Lingzhi Shangren, who had three first-rate experts, one second-rate expert, Wanyan Kang, and dozens of servants, making them cry for their fathers and mothers.

The girls who carried the palanquin, played music, and served as guards certainly wouldn't go forward to fight; their job was to provide ceremonial support, not to engage in combat.

However, if things really turn against them, their swords won't be just for show.

Seeing the retreating troops, Wanyan Kang was completely dumbfounded and couldn't understand it at all.

I was just trying to bully a restaurant's publicity team, why is it being treated like an attack on Shaolin Temple?

What exactly does this Drunken Immortal Pavilion do? How can they even field a team like this?

We must investigate thoroughly in Jiaxing and get to the bottom of this!

Bang!

With a loud bang, Ma Xiaotian and Lingzhi Shangren exchanged blows and pushed each other away, causing the ground to shatter.

Master Lingzhi raised his hand and looked at his palm, his face full of disbelief.

On the surface, he roams the martial arts world using the Tantric Great Hand Seal technique, but in reality, his greatest skill is using the Poison Sand Palm to seduce people.

However, just now, he intended to use his Poison Sand Palm, which he had mastered to its peak, to sneak up on and take down Ma Xiaotian, but instead, he was poisoned himself.

puff!

He spat out a mouthful of black blood, his eyes wide open: "Why?"

I'm clearly the expert when it comes to using poison!

Ma Xiaotian sneered: "When I was playing with poison, you weren't even born yet!"

The legendary healer, Yama, possesses first-rate medical skills and unparalleled expertise in poisons. With sixty or seventy years of experience, he is not someone a young person can easily fool.

Master Lingzhi, you still need to practice.

boom!

Another loud bang! It turned out that Wu Santong had gone berserk in battle and used his One Finger Divine Skill to send Peng Lianhu and Liang Ziweng flying in a fight against two opponents!

"Hahahaha, again!" Wu Santong was completely insane. Blood was still spitting from his mouth, but he didn't care at all. His eyes were bloodshot as he stared at Peng Lianhu and Liang Ziweng and attacked them fiercely!

Alright, the White Tiger should have this kind of imposing presence!

Peng Lianhu and Liang Ziweng were terrified: "Don't come any closer!"

"Brother Peng, don't panic, Sha Tongtian is here!"

A bald, greasy-haired old man with no hair on his head, bloodshot eyes, and bulging pupils flew over. He was none other than Sha Tongtian, the leader of the Yellow River Gang and the Ghost Dragon King, a first-class master.

With a powerful swing of his heavy iron mace, Sha Tongtian aimed directly at Wu Santong's face, attempting to force him back.

However, Wu Santong, blinded by rage, neither dodged nor evaded, directly meeting the iron molten metal head-on with his One-Finger Divine Skill, striking it hard.

With a loud clang, Wu Santong was sent flying backward, his fingers broken, and he coughed up blood.

Sha Tongtian's expression changed drastically, because the heavy iron mortar weighing dozens of kilograms in his hand was actually pierced through by this fierce finger, and the remaining force of the finger struck his chest.

"So powerful! Is this the One-Finger Divine Skill?!" Sha Tongtian exclaimed, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

As expected of a veteran of the martial arts world and the leader of the Yellow River Gang, he can even recognize the One-Finger Divine Skill. It's no wonder he's not much younger than Ma Xiaotian.

However, Wu Santong's One Finger Strike was too fierce and extremely murderous, which was very different from the information he had previously known. He could only guess and dared not confirm it.

Upon hearing that Yi Yang Zhi had arrived, Ouyang Ke, dressed in white and holding a folding fan, couldn't help but look over.

His uncle Ouyang Feng's Toad Stance is extremely powerful and yang, allowing him to cultivate unparalleled internal energy. His attacks are indestructible, and his defenses are impenetrable to blades and spears. In a battle against someone of the same level, almost no one can break through his defenses.

Only the most refined and pure One-Finger Divine Skill, focusing on a single point to break through the surface, can break the Toad Style.

It can be said that the One-Finger Divine Skill is the only nemesis of the Toad Skill in the entire martial arts world. Even Wang Chongyang had to switch the One-Finger Divine Skill with Master Yideng to deal with Ouyang Feng.

Ouyang Ke was very wary of the One-Finger Divine Skill.

Seeing Wu Santong cough up blood, Ouyang Ke narrowed his eyes, used his movement technique to catch up with the unrecovered Wu Santong, and delivered a Snake Fist strike to his chest. The force of the strike was soaring, aiming to kill him instantly.

In the moment of crisis, a soft sigh rang in everyone's ears:

"Old Wu, you still need to practice."

A powerful aura suddenly erupted from the palanquin, and a white figure soared into the sky before quickly falling back down!

bass!

A flash of azure sword light appeared and descended from the sky in an instant, like a shooting star piercing through the clouds and breaking through the sun, pouring down with the sound of endless rain, and arriving in front of Ouyang Ke in a flash.

This sword strike was as cold and clear as the bright moon, as dazzling as celestial light, incredibly fast, yet completely visible to everyone. Every movement was so clear, yet utterly impossible to defend against.

Ouyang Ke was terrified and had no room to dodge. He could only shout, "My uncle is Ouyang Feng!"

The Listening Rain Sword gently sliced ​​across Ouyang Ke's neck. The raindrop patterns on the azure blade were clearly visible, completely free of blood, as if it had only slashed through clean air, not a sinful body.

Li Mochou swept past Ouyang Ke, using one hand to brace herself against him, and with a turn, took off again, calmly sitting back in the palanquin without her feet touching the ground.

She gently sheathed her sword, her movements still elegant. There was not a trace of arrogance on her face as if she had instantly killed a top-tier expert; instead, she was completely calm, as if she had merely wiped away an ant with a wave of her hand.

Showing off!

The next moment, Ouyang Ke's frozen corpse suddenly vomited blood, which solidified as soon as it was sprayed out, turning into shards of ice that scattered all over the ground.

His body was already frozen stiff, and he fell to the ground with a thud, covered in white frost, so there was no need for a refrigerator.

This sword strike caught everyone off guard, like a celestial being descending from the heavens, instantly killing a top-tier master.

Although the move depleted more than half of my true energy, caused some muscle strain in my arms and legs, and made my eyes a little blurry from the sun, it was all worth it for the sake of showing off!

When her skill level becomes high and she breaks through to the seventh or eighth level of Mingyu Gong, she may even be able to use this sword as a basic attack, flying like an immortal from the heavens!

At that time, even if Ye Gucheng himself came, he would only be worthy of being called Little Mochou, groveling and trembling at Miss Li's feet.

When the experts of the Prince's Mansion saw Ouyang Ke's miserable state, they were all horrified.

This kind of martial arts, which doesn't match the art style of the Legend of the Condor Heroes world, is simply terrifying, like sorcery.

Suddenly, snowflakes began to fall from the sky, though this was just a coincidence, as it was supposed to snow anyway.

However, considering the manner of Ouyang Ke's death, one can't help but speculate: could it be that his swordsmanship triggered a celestial phenomenon that caused this snowfall?

too frightening.

The chaotic battle ceased instantly. Master Lingzhi and the others protected Wanyan Kang and retreated repeatedly, their faces filled with panic and fear.

It felt like I'd encountered a ghost.

Wanyan Kang's eyes were lifeless, because he remembered that he had just said he wanted this terrifying woman and that he would take her back and properly train her to become a better person.

Oh no, I need to start over!

Guo Jing, Huang Rong, and the others were also amazed by the brilliance of this sword strike, and remained stunned for a long time.

The entire place fell silent. Whether it was the people from the Prince's Mansion, Guo Jing and his group, or the vast crowd of onlookers, everyone was trembling with fear, silently watching the composed and elegant figure in the palanquin, their hearts filled with confusion.

A sword strike brings down a heavy snowfall; is there truly an immortal in this Drunken Immortal Pavilion?

Looking around, she saw a large number of soldiers approaching in the distance. "Li Mochou" lowered the curtain and ordered the ship to set sail.

"Wanyan Kang, is it? I'll spare your lives for now. Tell Ouyang Feng to come to Zhongdu as quickly as possible. Tell him that Li Mochou of the Ancient Tomb Sect is here to challenge him to a duel at the Forbidden City on the night of the full moon."

"Those who don't come are dogs."

Four top-tier experts are teaming up, each with their own unique skills. Her strength is only comparable to the Five Great Masters at half a step. If it really comes to a life-or-death battle, she might lose. It's better to play it safe, show off, take down the people, and then run away.

Moreover, killing them one by one is too much work; it's better to gather them all together and take them all out at once.

She summoned Ouyang Feng not because she truly wanted a decisive battle at the Forbidden City. A Western Poisoner who had lost his son was dangerous to her, but even more so to the group in Wanyan Honglie's Prince Zhao's mansion.

My son is dead. I have no heart to distinguish right from wrong. Let us all die!

In this way, Miss Li doesn't have to lift a finger; Ouyang Feng will take care of things for her. Isn't that wonderful?

The palanquin was set up, and songs and music were played. The girls dragged Guo Jing, Huang Rong, and others, carried the seriously injured Wu Santong, and quickly disappeared, giving the Jin soldiers no chance to surround them.

Master Lingzhi, Wanyan Kang, and the others looked at each other in dismay, having narrowly escaped death.

"Not coming is like being a dog... This is utterly ridiculous!"

"But there is no denying that she is a terrifying master. Perhaps only the legendary Five Greats can defeat her."

"Quickly send someone to White Camel Mountain in the Western Regions to invite Senior Western Poison to deal with this monster. After all, not coming would be like being a dog, and the dignified Western Poison would not be able to bear this insult."

They didn't know that Ouyang Ke was actually Ouyang Feng's son, and they couldn't fathom how dangerous it would be to invite Ouyang Feng, whose son had died, to come over. Without hesitation, they decided to go and be buried with him.

My son will be lonely on his journey to the underworld. Since you are his friends, go down and keep him company!

Ouyang Feng is perfectly capable of doing this.

"A decisive battle at the top of the Forbidden City? What audacity! They're defecating and urinating on the emperor's head! They're no ordinary rebels; we must strike hard!"