The sky was dark, and the signal fireworks rose and fell in the sky one after another. The chaotic sounds of fighting were still coming from outside, making the atmosphere at the back of the courtyard a little anxious.
Li Yanfeng no longer paid attention to the sudden appearance of the two teenagers. His tall figure walked towards Yan Yunzhi who was standing in the corner.
He had already said a few words out of kindness to the outsiders who suddenly appeared. Although the other party's reaction made him somewhat angry, there was no need to be more noisy.
Over the years of practicing martial arts, Li Yanfeng had surpassed his predecessors and rarely met a worthy opponent. He had previously knocked down a large number of martial artists on the long street with a stick, and then had a short exchange with the master with the spear. At this time, he had finished warming up and his blood flowed like mercury. He was in his peak state. Even if a large group of people rushed at him, he was confident that he could overturn them easily.
But there was a serious matter ahead, and it could not be delayed.
He held the stick and moved forward. Yan Yunzhi's body suddenly tensed in the darkness. The teenager who did not know the immensity of heaven and earth came over and said, "Aren't you a group?"
Li Yanfeng suddenly swung the stick horizontally.
He stepped forward and suddenly swung the stick in his hand horizontally. It was silent but as fast as lightning. The tip of the stick was aimed at the opponent's right temple. This stick was like the Phoenix Nod in the spear technique. As long as the stick touched, it could break a person's head like a jar. Most people did not have the chance to react at all and would die.
But occasionally, there would be unexpected situations.
The teenager was startled. He did not know when he had raised his hands and had already clasped the stick that was aimed at his temple.
"You …" His tone was a little angry.
There seemed to be a chill in the night. The next moment, the stick between the two suddenly arched into a semicircle.
The hair on the back of Li Yanfeng's head stood on end.
"Bang!" The long stick bounced back in the air. Li Yanfeng's footsteps suddenly sank, and his figure danced like a phantom. Then, both of his fists whizzed toward his opponent like a python. The power of the White Ape's Full Arm Fist was fierce and imposing. On the other side, the young man, who had let go of the stick, took a step on the ground and rushed toward the middle of the opposite lane. Li Yanfeng threw two consecutive punches in the air, and for the third time, his fist had already smashed into the young man's defensive arm.
Pu —
The surrounding mud splashed, and the youth's counterattack fist smashed towards Li Yanfeng's chest.
What followed was a round of extremely ferocious attacks …
…
The autumn wind swept across the horizon. In the night sky, the rain clouds piled up and surged, like an inverted mountain range.
Chaos was spreading on the streets near the Golden Tower. However, there were whistling arrows flying from both near and far. At this moment, the forces belonging to the faction of the 'Chakra King' were being mobilized. The echoing momentum was like a tide coming from all directions.
In the eastern section of the street, Tan Zheng pushed away the smoke on the road. He raised the broadsword in his hand, and in the next moment, it fell like a thunderbolt. In front of him, You Hongzhuo brandished his sabers to counterattack. The two long sabers burst into flames in the air.
The saber light was heavy and piercingly cold. At this moment, 'Heavenly Blade' Tan Zheng, who was walking steadily, wielded his saber with both hands. On the other side, You Hongzhuo, who was half covered in blood, had also switched from wielding the quick saber with one hand to wielding it with both hands. His gaze was ferocious, and the blade he swung with all his might was fast and heavy. In the street, the collision with the long saber in Tan Zheng's hand was like a hurricane tearing at it, and the crackling sounds almost formed a terrifying area that was difficult for outsiders to enter.
If the saber in Tan Zheng's hand was grand and steady, and had the aura of a grandmaster that was like a mountain, then the saber in the hands of this young swordsman whom not many people knew yet was filled with a wild and destructive aura at this moment. It was like a newborn calf charging towards the mountain.
He had been injured by the crowd's encirclement earlier, and he did not gain much of an advantage in the first few exchanges with Tan Zheng. However, at this moment, You Hongzhuo, who was half covered in blood, seemed to be getting braver as the battle progressed. He changed his fighting style again and again, and now, he was fighting head-on with Tan Zheng.
The long sabers in both hands collided in the air like a rainstorm. For a moment, neither of them retreated. After a slight shift, the two of them moved to the side of the street. During this period, a few tables and chairs on the side of the road were swept up by the violent saber light and flew away as if they had exploded. A member of the 'Undead Guard' charged over from the side with a long spear in his hand. He seemed to want to support Tan Zheng, but the moment he entered the battle, the tip of the spear in his hand was cut off by the saber light. Then, the saber light exploded from his thigh and side, and blood splattered.
"Arghhhhhhh —"
The enemy who was swept up by the saber light also broke the balance of the fight. You Hongzhuo shouted like a trapped beast, and still tried to charge forward. However, Tan Zheng's gaze was like water in front of him. The heavy saber light continuously fell from the front, splitting his attack. After a few more slashes, You Hongzhuo staggered back.
Tan Zheng's footsteps were like a shadow, and he slashed at him again and again.
In the chaotic street, Tan Zheng slashed five times in the blink of an eye. You Hongzhuo flew back in a sorry state, and by the fifth slash, he was already wide open. Unable to block in time, Liang Siyi's saber and sword blocked Tan Zheng's attack from the side. Her arm was almost numb after blocking Tan Zheng's attack. Chen Juefang charged over from the side like a ghost, and slashed at her with his saber. Blood splattered everywhere. Liang Siyi swung her sword at Chen Juefang in a seemingly suicidal manner, but Chen Juefang dodged again and again.
"This is my business! Go — "
Liang Siyi shouted. This woman had crawled out of a pile of corpses on the battlefield. She was covered in blood, but she was still attacking with all her might. You Hongzhuo was still retreating. He forcefully swallowed a mouthful of blood, grabbed an 'Undead Guard' nearby, and charged at Tan Zheng with all his might.
The distance between them shortened in the blink of an eye. Tan Zheng grabbed the back of the 'Undead Guard' with one hand, and with his left hand, he slashed at Tan Zheng with the saber in his right hand. The 'Undead Guard' was still struggling, and You Hongzhuo spat out a mouthful of blood at Tan Zheng. The saber light from both sides clashed again in the bloody light.
The onlookers from afar watched the man and woman in front of Tan Zheng's saber. They were almost two bloodied people, but they were still fighting with all their might. They couldn't help but sigh in their hearts.
… …
On the west side of the long street.
On the second floor of some of the shops by the road, the sounds of fierce fighting could be heard. Some tables and chairs suddenly broke through the doors and windows of the wooden buildings, smashing into the pedestrians on the road. The situation was getting out of hand. There were also spear shadows that rushed out of the roofs, and tiles were scattered all over the sky.
Yue Yinping and Yue Yun stopped Jin Yongsheng, Dan Lifu, Meng Zhutao and the others from chasing after Yan Yunzhi. Under Yue Fei's training, the siblings, who had known each other for many years, had a tacit understanding of each other. The younger brother, Yue Yun, was born with great strength. Even though he did not use the best weapons on the battlefield, he had learned the Zhou's Flipping Fist, and his attacks had the same power as when he assassinated Bao Daoyi on the streets of Hangzhou. It was in line with the old saying, "Fists fear the young". The older sister, Yinping, was best at Zhou Dong's Five Steps Thirteen Spears. She was tall and slender, and her spear and leg techniques were both frighteningly swift and fierce. When her brother threw things around the room with his strange strength, and even broke through the walls to jump into the next room, she would jump onto the roof beam and even rush out of the roof to observe the situation. The two of them worked together and for a while, they were wreaking havoc everywhere.
If they could escape unscathed, they would be famous in Jianghu.
However, the situation was not really optimistic. Jin Yongsheng and Dan Lifu were not mediocre fighters. Even if the siblings were to fight one on one with them, it would be hard to say who would win. Among the three of them, especially Meng Zhutao, who seemed to be injured in the shoulder, his martial arts prowess was slightly above the two managers of Baofeng Cruise Ship. If not for the fact that his murderous intent had subsided after killing his elders and capturing his fellow sect members, and that he was not clear of Jin Yongsheng's intentions, one of the siblings would have been injured.
Just now, Jin Yongsheng and Dan Lifu's main goal was to capture Yan Yunzhi. Now, Yinping was swinging her spear like rain, and after a series of disruptions, she and her brother were barely able to block the three of them. In reality, she was already at her limit.
During the battle, Yinping was also sending a signal to Yue Yun, who was beside her, that they had to escape as soon as possible.
Yue Yun was also anxiously sending a signal in the midst of the battle: Someone is chasing after them.
Yinping only shook her head.
This battle had already bought the other party some time to escape. At this moment, shouts could be heard from both near and far. In less than ten minutes, the troops of "Martial Tyrant" Gao Huiyun, who was under the command of the "Turning Wheel King", would arrive. They had already done what they could. If they did not leave now, would they have to sacrifice themselves as well …
…
In a dark courtyard not far from the street, Yan Yunzhi saw that the atmosphere had gone from calm and oppressive to explosive in just a short moment.
The two silhouettes in the darkness were still talking just a moment ago, but in the next moment, the reaction of a true expert exploded.
Before this, Yan Yunzhi had also considered the problem of how to fight against Li Yanfeng. But at that moment, facing the young man from the southwest, this Tongshan "Monkey King" swayed his body and then unleashed his Full Arm Boxing of the White Ape with a force that could topple mountains and overturn seas. This might be the violent reaction of a true martial arts grandmaster when he sensed danger. Yan Yunzhi even felt her vision blur. Then, she saw Li Yanfeng's body stretch, the wind from his fist whistling.
There was a glimmer of light falling from the sky. It was also at this moment that Yan Yunzhi was most surprised by the fact that the young man, Long Aotian, was charging towards Li Yanfeng's White Ape Through Arm Fist. If Li Yanfeng's fist was like a monstrous sea wave that was closing in on him from all directions, then the young man's figure was like a stubborn rock that plunged straight into the center of the sea wave at this very moment.
The fists of the two figures intertwined. In the dim light, Yan Yunzhi could not even see clearly how the two of them dodged in the blink of an eye. But "Bang, Bang, Bang, Bang —" sounds rang out. It was the sound of fists pounding on flesh. It was as if two ruthless beasts wanted to crush each other the moment they met, neither willing to retreat.
In the next moment, a figure suddenly and silently appeared between the two of them.
It was the little monk who had been following Long Aotian. He pounced on Li Yanfeng the moment the two fists collided. In the darkness, Li Yanfeng let out a cry. His Internal Breath surged in the back of the courtyard. He moved his body and waved his fists. The sound of wind and thunder became louder. In the dim light of the fireworks, it looked as if he had stretched out seven or eight arms, and the little monk followed him like a maggot in a tarsal bone.
Even Yan Yunzhi, who was an expert in the art of assassins, couldn't see what technique the little monk was using. However, judging from Li Yanfeng's sudden reaction, he must have felt a thorny threat. While he was dealing with Long Aotian in front of him, he also wanted to get rid of the little monk who was shamelessly sticking to him.
There was another burst of light, and Yan Yunzhi saw that Li Yanfeng had spun two rounds behind him. He had grabbed the little monk's hand, and in front of him, the young man named Long Aotian had leaped into the air with his right fist already in the air.
With a bang, a solid punch landed on Li Yanfeng's face. Li Yanfeng's figure shrank, and it seemed that he had thrown the little monk far away. At the same time, his figure seemed to shrink a little. He swung his leg diagonally and kicked the chest of the pouncing youth the moment his face was hit.
The three figures flew out like cannonballs.
Li Yanfeng's body rolled a few times on the ground, rolling all the way to the corner of the wall before he stood up. The little monk, who was as clingy as a ghost, was thrown to a corner further away by Li Yanfeng, smashing a few earthen jars on the ground. The little monk, who was kicked in the chest after throwing a punch, stepped a few times in the mud. His hands stretched out in the air, and his feet slid backward, but he had already stabilized his body. He exhaled a long breath, as if there was an infinite amount of energy surging in his body.
Yan Yunzhi had seen a similar situation in Mt. Tongshan. She did not know what kind of internal martial art this youth practiced, but when he stretched his body with all his might, he would do something like this. However, as a martial artist, she had to admit that even she could feel her blood boiling with excitement.
The fight between the three of them had only lasted for a few breaths. Li Yanfeng and Long Aotian had fiercely charged at each other, and the little monk had approached him dangerously like a maggot in a tarsal bone. After that, Li Yanfeng had shaken off the little monk, and after being punched in the face, Li Yanfeng had retaliated with a kick. The whole process was ferocious and abnormally clean.
In fact, even Li Yanfeng, who had been punched in the face and looked a little flustered, had already displayed an exceptionally powerful fist technique and response. At first, he had used the White Ape Arms to fight against Long Aotian. When the little monk had charged at him, his entire fist technique had actually changed in the direction of the Monkey Fist. He had dodged two of Long Aotian's attacks by jumping and moving, and then he had grabbed Long Aotian's hand and thrown him away. Although Long Aotian had punched him in the face, he was still able to turn around and kick while he was throwing the little monk away. It was an extremely beautiful fight against two opponents at the same time.
If he had been facing a martial artist of the same age as him, this would not have been a problem at all.
However, at this moment, he was facing a fifteen or sixteen-year-old martial artist and a young man who looked even younger. The skills displayed by these two people were like monsters.
When Yan Yunzhi had been at Tongshan, she had been pushed down by Long Aotian in an instant. Although she knew that his martial arts were much better than hers, she had never expected that he would be able to confront Li Yanfeng, a martial arts grandmaster, head-on.
As for the little monk who was sent flying, he was perhaps the rumored "Four Feet Devil". Although he looked young, he was able to provoke Li Yanfeng into taking a punch head-on in order to throw him away. This was enough to prove that once he got close to him, his attacks could be fatal.
The night was hazy, and the noise on Golden Street was spreading. Yan Yunzhi clenched her teeth, and her heart was pounding.
On the opposite side of the wall, Li Yanfeng's tall figure had already stood up. He had been punched in the face, and his long hair was in a mess. His body was muddy from rolling on the ground. He stretched out his arm, grabbed his clothes, and tore them off. In the darkness, the outline of his chiseled upper body was revealed. In the silence, his murderous aura was overflowing.
In a corner further away, the little monk, who had smashed a few bottles and jars, seemed to have blended into the darkness. At this moment, he said "Amitabha Buddha", "Almsgiver, you are too vicious. You are indeed a bad person." His words sounded old, but his voice was rather childish. It gave people an indescribable feeling of strangeness.
The young man called Long Aotian was the only one who had not fallen. His body relaxed and then slowly fell to the ground. There seemed to be an incomparably long breath in and out of his mouth.
"Looks like there is indeed a gathering of people in Jiangning today," Li Yanfeng said in the darkness. "All kinds of strange people are here."
"I asked you a question. Can you answer it now?" The young man also spoke.
"What did you ask?"
Yan Yunzhi saw the young man called Long Aotian pointing at her. "Aren't you guys together? Did you fall out? "
On the other side, Li Yanfeng frowned and stepped forward. "Together? Do you know who she is? " He walked to the side of the long stick that had fallen to the ground, and with a sweep of his leg, the stick bounced off the wall beside him, and then bounced back. Li Yanfeng easily grabbed it, and cleanly caught it in his hand.
The young man called Long Aotian's hand fell.
In the darkness further away, the little monk walked over. Li Yanfeng glanced at him from the corner of his eye. His stick was lowered, but at this moment, even Yan Yunzhi knew that they were going to face the "Monkey King" of this generation who was going all out and not holding anything back.
There was a moment of silence in the darkness. Long Aotian didn't say anything. He put down the hand that was pointing at Yan Yunzhi. Then he said, "Li Yanfeng, your whole family has done evil in Tongshan. Do you know what you did wrong?" He didn't ask about the relationship between Li Yanfeng and Yan Yunzhi. For some reason, when he said this, his tone seemed to be slightly lower.
"Tong, Shan, Zuo, Xie …" Li Yanfeng smiled faintly. "So, you're that Five Feet Devil …"
"I'm not."
The young man walked forward, and Li Yanfeng lowered his stance.
"I'm your long-lost father … grandfather!"
The next moment, Yan Yunzhi saw the stick in Li Yanfeng's hand rise like a tornado. On both sides of him, Long Aotian and the little monk charged forward and surrounded him. Almost at the same time, they launched a surprise attack on Li Yanfeng from different directions.
Li Yanfeng let out a cry. His figure danced in the darkness like an ape, a monkey, and a mad demon. He swung his cudgel forward like a thunderbolt. Long Aotian darted over, and the pile of debris on the ground exploded along with the mud. After that, the cudgel swept up the mud and debris in all directions. Li Yanfeng dashed into the flying mud, and the blade gleam slid past silently in the darkness behind him.
As the stick danced wildly, three figures weaved back and forth. Then, Yan Yunzhi saw Li Yanfeng's figure pouncing toward her with his stick.
Yan Yunzhi was also a martial artist. When she saw the sudden outbreak of battle, she lowered the sword in her hand and waved her hand to meet the attack. In the next moment, she heard a curse coming from in front of her. She suddenly reacted and retreated backward. The stick in Li Yanfeng's hand seemed to have lost its shape in the darkness. When it reappeared all of a sudden, it hit the wall where she was standing earlier with a loud bang. Stone chips flew everywhere.
As a Martial Dao Grand Master, Li Yanfeng's all-out attack swept toward her. Her figure was already flying backward, but the next moment, she still felt a sudden pain in her right hand that was in a defensive posture. Then, the rod swung horizontally and hit her ribs on the side.
While her body was still flying in the air, Yan Yunzhi saw the stick in Li Yanfeng's hand seemed to have exploded into pieces in the air. Then, a figure charged toward Li Yanfeng from the side and crashed into a dilapidated wall on the side of the courtyard.
Yan Yunzhi fell from the sky and rolled on the ground. She knew that her ribs might have been broken, but Li Yanfeng did not seem to have used his full strength in that blow. She rolled on the ground and struggled to get up again. Not far from where she was standing, an entire earthen wall was collapsing with a loud rumble. Even the junk, rubbish, jars and jars in the surroundings were smashed into pieces. The figure of the youth grabbed a clay jar with water on it and smashed it on Li Yanfeng's head with a loud bang. The sky was filled with tiles and smelly water. Li Yanfeng also violently punched the other party into the ruins. Behind him, the little monk pounced forward and waved his hand towards Li Yanfeng's throat.
Li Yanfeng's right arm, which was tied with a slender iron ruler, blocked the attack. A subtle but clear sound of metal clashing was heard in the air. The short figure entangled with him in the air, and then two fierce stabs followed. Li Yanfeng had just managed to get rid of this troublesome, ghost-like figure when Long Aotian, who had crawled up from behind, pounced on him again. He swung his fist, and Li Yanfeng blocked it a few times, but every time, the sound of metal clashing could be heard.
He had just thrown the troublesome little monk away. Now, faced with the attack of the young man, he staggered backward and fell into the muddy water. The young man pounced toward him, but he was kicked away by him. Before he could get up, the young man grabbed a big brick from the ruins beside him and smashed it toward his head. Li Yanfeng tried to block it with all his might, but it was a mud brick. Although it was heavy, it still exploded in the air with a bang. Li Yanfeng was unable to get up either. He lay on the ground and performed the Lying Down Punch. He kicked with both legs to intimidate them, and then rolled backward. Long Aotian and the little monk pounced on him from both sides. The three figures collided violently, and a nearby rockery that had already collapsed was smashed into pieces.
Yan Yunzhi stood there, and for a moment, she almost couldn't feel the pain under her ribs.
This was the first time she had seen such a brutal and undignified way of fighting. Previously, on the long street, Li Yanfeng had single-handedly swept through the crowd with his staff, fully displaying his skills as a Grandmaster. In the many duels she had experienced in the past, everyone had stopped when it was appropriate. Even if there was a difference in their martial arts skills, they had all maintained their poise.
But at this moment, everything that had appeared before her eyes was like the most brutal battlefield. Both sides were bursting with killing intent, and they wanted to kill the other party at all costs. Even Li Yanfeng couldn't maintain the poise of a Grandmaster in such a fight. His body was covered in mud and smelly water, and his long hair was messy and messy. His Big and Small Monkey Fists, which were supposed to be agile and nimble, didn't even have the chance to leap up from the ground. Both sides seemed to have turned into a mud monkey as they fought and beat each other.
This was … the fighting style of the southwest?
Yan Yunzhi thought of this young man's background and the legendary place, and for a moment, she felt a fire burning in her heart. Her right hand was dripping with blood from Li Yanfeng's staff strike. At this moment, she held her sword in her left hand and was about to rush forward.
She didn't know who she should help, but no matter who she killed, it didn't matter.
Long Aotian was tangled up in a fight with Li Yanfeng in a pile of rubble. The blade in his hand stabbed toward the other side's door, but it was blocked. He raised his head and saw that the girl he had met at Tongshan Mountain was stupidly coming over with her sword. He cursed, "F * ck! Why aren't you leaving — "His body was kicked away by Li Yanfeng, and he felt suffocated.
Not far away on the street, someone was running toward them. It was an old man wearing a long robe and holding an abacus in his hand. His movements were swift, and when he saw the people over here, he was rather excited. He called out from afar, "Miss Yan …" His inner force surged and surged toward them.
When he got closer, he could already see the messy scene. A disheveled figure stood among the rubble. He was covered in mud and even blood. If he didn't look at him a few more times, he wouldn't have been able to recognize that this was the "Monkey King" who had intimidated the entire street. In fact, it was also because Li Yanfeng had taken off his clothes that he ended up in such a sorry state. Long Aotian wore his clothes tightly. Even though he was injured, it didn't show on the surface. He definitely wasn't covered in mud and smelly water like Li Yanfeng.
What happened to Li Yanfeng? Who is this young man? How did he end up like this?
"Mount Tai Abacus" Jin Yongsheng was halfway through his sentence when he suddenly felt a little bewildered. Long Aotian and the little monk also stopped fighting when they saw that reinforcements had arrived. Everyone looked at each other, and the scene became a little quiet.
"… Brother Li, what … happened to you?"
Jin Yongsheng didn't know what to say, so he asked calmly after a while.
Li Yanfeng looked at him and then raised his hand with a faint smile.
"This girl belongs to you."
"… Hmm?"
Jin Yongsheng frowned.
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