The Drunkard Monk's face, which was usually glowing with health, was now pale. At the same time, his monk's robe swelled up, and he seemed to have doubled in size.
He quickly retreated, and with every step he took, his monk's robe became smaller. After retreating ten steps, his monk's robe returned to normal. No, it was even smaller than before. A few sharp-eyed people could clearly see that it wasn't that the monk's robe had become smaller, but that the tall and sturdy Drunkard Monk had become somewhat thin and stooped.
The masked man didn't chase after the Drunkard Monk. Instead, he attacked Wang Chongyang's back with his palm. When Wang Chongyang saw the sudden change, he subconsciously withdrew some of his inner strength so that the Drunkard Monk would have the strength to deal with the sneak attacker.
However, the sudden withdrawal of inner strength, coupled with the fact that the Drunkard Monk didn't have time to withdraw his inner strength, caused Wang Chongyang's blood to boil. Of course, with his Great Grandmaster cultivation, this kind of internal injury could be temporarily suppressed in a few breaths. Unfortunately, the masked man didn't give him the time. Taking advantage of the fact that half of Wang Chongyang's body was numb and he couldn't resist, the masked man pressed his palm on Wang Chongyang's back.
Wang Chongyang sighed to himself, "My life is over!"
Just now, he had clearly seen that the masked man had also reached the Great Grandmaster realm. Normally, if he was hit in the back with a palm, he would be seriously injured even if he didn't die, let alone in his current state.
However, he quickly revealed a shocked expression. He wasn't injured. The opponent's vast, ocean-like inner Qi seemed to be using his body as a ferry, flowing through his meridians to his right palm.
He was a brilliant person, so he immediately understood the opponent's intention. The opponent wanted to take this opportunity to seriously injure Huang Chang, who was competing with him in inner strength! Huang Chang was originally evenly matched with his inner strength. Now that his inner strength had suddenly doubled, how could he withstand it?
Wang Chongyang didn't want the masked man to succeed, but he knew that if he withdrew his palm, the surging inner strength in his body would have nowhere to vent. It would instantly explode inside his body and he would immediately die. He wouldn't even have time to say his last words.
Survival was a human instinct. Even at the Great Grandmaster realm, it was difficult to avoid it. Of course, if he had enough time to think, he might have made the choice to sacrifice himself.
However, in such a short time, how could he have time to think clearly? What the other party wanted was this moment of hesitation.
In that moment of hesitation, the incomparably turbulent True Qi had already surged from his palm towards Huang Chang.
When Huang Chang saw the Drunkard Monk being ambushed, he reacted quickly enough. He knew that it was impossible for him to escape unscathed, so he decided to interrupt the battle of internal energy even if he had to suffer internal injuries. Wang Chongyang was busy fighting the masked man and would not ambush him at this time. This way, even if Huang Chang suffered the backlash of internal energy, it would still be bearable. He would take advantage of the time when the masked man attacked Wang Chongyang to regain his freedom. That way, he would still have the strength to fight the masked man.
Unfortunately, as soon as he withdrew his internal energy, the power in Wang Chongyang's palm suddenly doubled. Huang Chang spat out a mouthful of blood, and his whole body retreated like a broken sandbag. His first thought was that Wang Chongyang had taken the opportunity to attack him, but the next moment he realized that the internal energy that attacked him was completely different from Wang Chongyang's Xiantian Skill. Obviously, it was the masked man who attacked him.
It turned out that his opponent did not injure Wang Chongyang as he had imagined, but chose to deal with him first!
"What a deep plan!" In that instant, Huang Chang not only suffered the backlash of his own internal energy, but also the internal energy of Wang Chongyang and the mysterious man. It was the equivalent of a person taking the full brunt of the attack.
In addition to his old age, he had already lost his vitality. The only thing he could do now was to take a few more breaths.
The opponent's timing was so precise that even his reaction after the attack was fully taken advantage of. If it was not planned from the beginning, he would not have believed it.
The masked man did not stop after injuring two Grandmasters. His palm continued to press on Wang Chongyang's back, and his internal energy was about to shatter Wang Chongyang's meridians.
However, when Huang Chang retreated, Wang Chongyang was finally able to free his hands. Because his vitals were being controlled, he knew that he would not be able to escape. Instead, he chose to exchange his life for the masked man's. There was a move in the Quanzhen Sect's martial arts, and with Wang Chongyang's current cultivation, he naturally did not have to use a sword.
He twisted his arm and stabbed backwards at an incredible angle. The Xiantian Skill and the First Yang Finger directly hit the man's lower abdomen.
The masked man retreated. Although his face was covered, it was obvious that his breathing was much faster than usual. It was obvious that the previous move had injured him.
However, Wang Chongyang sighed inwardly. He had been ambushed first, and the acupoint on his back had been suppressed right from the start. His opponent's qi had invaded his body, causing the might of his Xiantian Skill and Single Sun Finger to be more or less reduced. Right before he stabbed his opponent's lower abdomen, he had crashed into an extremely soft and invisible wall of qi, and a portion of his qi had instantly disappeared. Fortunately, the First Yang Finger was specialized in breaking internal zhenqi. Otherwise, with his condition, he might not have been able to hit the opponent.
However, after breaking through the wall of Qi, the power of his finger was like an arrow at the end of its flight. Although he had injured the opponent, it was not a fatal injury. With the opponent's martial arts, he would be able to recover after a period of rest.
Wang Chongyang's situation was much worse. The meridians in his body had been destroyed. Although he would not die immediately, he only had a few months left at most.
"The Muscle-bone Strengthening Scripture is indeed a famous divine skill for thousands of years. Which eminent monk of Shaolin Temple are you?" Not far away, the Drunken Monk finally caught his breath and said in a hoarse voice. Although it had been a long time, it had only been a few breaths' time since the masked man had appeared and attacked him. He could naturally tell what kind of martial arts had injured him from the short fight just now.
Only then did the other people in the field notice the Drunken Monk's situation. Originally, he had been practicing the Nine Yang Divine Skill and looked radiant. But now, his cheeks seemed to be much shriveled, and he looked more like an ordinary thin old man who could be blown away by the wind.
The masked man showed a strange expression and said in a low voice, "Master's Nine Yang Divine Skill really deserves its reputation. Just now, in a split second, you were able to sacrifice your essence and cultivation to save your life. Given time, you may be able to regain your cultivation."
The Drunken Monk sighed. "How can I leave the mountain alive today?" Normally, he had the Nine Yang Divine Skill to protect his body. Ordinary injuries would automatically recover after a few circulations of the Nine Yang Genuine Qi. Even if he was seriously injured, he would recover very quickly. But just now, the opponent's attack directly exceeded the recovery range of the Nine Yang Genuine Qi, so he had to use a secret technique to save his life.
However, the reason why a secret technique was called a secret technique was obviously because it came with a great price. Now that his cultivation had fallen, even if he could leave safely, he might not be able to return to the Great Grandmaster realm for the rest of his life.
"No, his internal energy just now …" Huang Chang, who was lying on the ground, said weakly. Although his vitality was gone, he still had the foundation of a Great Grandmaster, so he wouldn't die immediately.
"Master!" The yellow-robed woman cried out in alarm and hurriedly ran to his side to help him up. She could feel his body was cold and his pulse was weak. She couldn't help but feel sad.
Huang Chang didn't pay attention to her.
He looked straight at the masked man and continued, "He seems to be using the Carefree Sect's method."
On the other side, Wang Chongyang, who was sitting cross-legged and adjusting his breath, nodded and agreed, "That's right. Just now, his Genuine Qi seemed to be the Dark North Divine Skill."
"Carrying the Shaolin Temple and the Carefree Sect, could it be that you are …" The Drunkard Monk suddenly thought of someone.
The man took off the black cloth on his head and faintly sighed, "The reason why I hid my identity was because I didn't want to implicate other related people. I didn't expect that I would still be recognized by you."
Only then did everyone notice his shiny bald head and white beard. They thought that it was no wonder he covered his head with a mask. It turned out that he was hiding his identity as a monk.
The yellow-robed woman had already recognized the other person's identity. She couldn't help but be shocked and angry, "Sweeping Monk, so it's you!"
"Amitabha." The sweeping monk put his palms together, but his face was extremely pale. In the blink of an eye, he had seriously injured three Great Grandmasters. Although it was a sneak attack, it was easier said than done to injure a Great Grandmaster. The three attacks just now had almost exhausted all of his energy.
Of course, a Great Grandmaster was a Great Grandmaster after all. There was a huge gap between them and ordinary masters. Even if he was in his weakest state now, even if others present wanted to take advantage of the situation, they would not be his opponent.
The yellow-robed woman angrily rebuked, "I used to think that you were an enlightened monk. I didn't expect that you were just a despicable person who secretly attacked."
"Benefactress, you are right." The sweeping monk did not defend himself. He looked at the Drunkard Monk and the others with eyes full of guilt.
Prince Yi, who was at the side, laughed and said, "What do you know? This is not a martial arts competition in Jianghu. The master bears the hatred of his country and family. This can be said to be his only chance. He must hit the target in one strike. Naturally, he couldn't care about other things."
"Hatred of his country and family?" Zhao Gou couldn't help but grit his teeth in hatred. Originally, victory was in his grasp. He saw that Prince Yi's party was about to be wiped out in one fell swoop. In the end, a sweeping monk suddenly appeared and turned the situation around. The key was that the two Great Grandmasters he relied on the most were both seriously injured. They might not even be able to keep their lives. Naturally, they could not continue to contribute. How could he not ask clearly, "Which fallen royal family from hundreds of years ago are you?"
Because of Murong Bo's ridiculous motive, Zhao Gou originally just asked casually. He didn't expect that it would arouse the emotions of the sweeping monk.
"Originally, I also didn't want to say much. However, if I don't explain everything clearly, it would be a waste of my father's hundred years of painstaking effort. I also can't let the ancestors smile in the netherworld." The sweeping monk's originally peaceful eyes suddenly lit up with a bit of hatred. "Chen Qiao Rebellion, wearing the yellow robe. Do you still remember how your surnamed Zhao's throne came about?"
Zhao Gou's expression changed. "You are from the Chai family?"
The sweeping monk looked to the north, his eyes full of nostalgia. "That year, the wise and powerful Emperor Xiaowen died young. Because his first three sons were killed by the Later Han Dynasty's Hermit Emperor Liu Chengyou, only the young fourth son could succeed the throne. In the end, Zhao Kuangyin bullied their orphans and widows. He came wearing the yellow robe and usurped the Great Zhou Dynasty."
Huang Chang suddenly had a thought. "You are the descendant of King Ji, Chai Xijin?" All these years, he had been secretly investigating the whereabouts of the former Later Zhou Imperial Clan. After Chai Zongxun abdicated, he was conferred the title of King Zheng. This line had always been under the supervision of the imperial court. King Cao, Chai Xirang, disappeared on the day of the coup and wandered among the people. A few years ago, he had also found the whereabouts of this line. After Guo Sheng joined the Liangshan rebellion against the Song Dynasty and failed, he lived in seclusion in Ox Village. He restored the surname of Later Zhou's Taizu Guo Wei. Guo Jing was the only survivor of this line. The remaining two lines were King Ji, Chai Xijin, who was adopted by Pan Mei, and King Qi, Chai Xihui, who was adopted by Lu Yan. All of them changed their names and disappeared from the imperial court's sight.
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