Chapter 24: Powerful Weirdness
Just like, many animals can predict the coming of an earthquake.
It's like some seabirds can sense the approach of a hurricane.
It’s like many women walking on the street can sense someone’s eyes suddenly falling on them.
Six years ago, Lu Yi had a picture in his mind. He began to visualize according to the picture and condensed his spiritual light. He also possessed a kind of "spiritual perception" that ordinary people do not have, or in other words, it has already evolved over the long years.
Seek good fortune and avoid disaster, and predict good and bad luck.
He had relied on this "spiritual perception" to find the two coffin shops.
But usually, this kind of "spiritual perception" is not very clear, just a little bit of hazy sensation, as if peeping at the red flowers and green grass in the garden through frosted crystal glass, the vision is very blurry.
But at this moment.
When he saw the red sedan chair with a phoenix pattern, Lu Yi's pores exploded and every hair on his body stood up. He felt an extremely terrible malice and an extremely sinister evil thought.
When the red sedan blocked his way and the curtain was opened, revealing a pair of blood-red embroidered shoes, Lu Yi broke out in a cold sweat on the back of his heart. For the first time in his life, his "spiritual perception" sensed danger so clearly.
A bone-chilling chill penetrates the body.
Everything was exactly the same as the danger I felt in the backyard of the restaurant years ago.
"Walk!"
With a loud roar, Lu Yi flew into the air and jumped onto the roof of a shop on the street to escape.
A mournful and cold laugh came from the sedan chair, and a figure dressed in a bright red palace dress, with white hair like snow, a face as red as a flower, and a palace-style phoenix crown on her head, dressed like a bride, flashed out of the sedan chair like a ghost and appeared directly in front of Lu Yi and Lao He.
Lu Yi just jumped three feet high.
The white-haired woman shook her left hand gently, and Lu Yi's eyes blurred. She had already grabbed Lu Yi's belt with one hand. A huge force hit him, and Lu Yi screamed and was thrown to the ground.
With a dull thud, Lu Qi was hit hard by the fall.
As soon as his body hit the ground, he bounced up like a ball, sticking to the ground, three inches off the ground, and rolled over and over again. He used an extremely awkward "lazy donkey roll" move, and he performed it gracefully and neatly, and rolled backwards seven or eight feet away in the blink of an eye.
"The wind is strong, hurry up!"
Lu Yu was still very loyal. There was something wrong with the strength in that woman's hand. The force she used to grab his belt and throw him to the ground was at least two or three times greater than Lu Yu's current maximum strength.
Despite his busy schedule, he did not forget to yell at Lao He, reminding him to escape quickly.
Old He, who looked honest and simple, now had a distorted face and became extremely ferocious.
He saw Lu Yi being thrown to the ground, and then rolling all the way back to escape so lightly and nimbly.
Lao He finally understood what Lu Yi meant when he said he "ran very fast" during the time in the palace guards. With such a quick and agile body movement, it was more than just "running very fast".
Lao He felt that even if he stacked seven or eight of himself together, they still couldn't run as fast as Lu Yi!
With a loud roar, Lao He's hands suddenly turned pitch black, and his palms swelled a little, bringing up a gust of evil wind and slapping the strange white-haired woman in front of him fiercely.
Lu Yi had already flipped over to a distance of about 20 to 30 feet. He straightened up and flipped over, like a blade of grass in the wind, and shot straight up into the air.
Lao He’s palms were like thunder, blasting out with a dull sound of breaking wind.
The corner of Lu Yi's eye twitched.
What Lao He used was the "Black Sand Palm" which was very popular in the Dayin underworld.
This is a common poison palm technique. It is simple to enter and has a limited upper limit. It cannot be compared with the family martial arts of wealthy families. It is an unorthodox method that only people at the bottom of the world and the poor will choose.
However, the Black Sand Palm is cultivated with the aid of various poisons, and there is a strong poison inside the palm, so its lethality is extremely strong.
The palm with a slight fishy smell slammed heavily on the white-haired woman.
With two muffled "puff" sounds, Lao He's palm actually pierced through the white-haired woman's body.
The light and shadows flickered, and the white-haired woman's body rippled like water waves. Her beautiful face twisted, and a layer of burning blood light was suddenly covered on her fair skin.
Lao He let out a howl, and he suddenly retracted his hands after piercing through the opponent's hands. He saw his hands quickly covered with a layer of fine ice chips, and a trace of cold air quickly extended along his arms to his shoulders.
His palms had clearly broken the white-haired woman's body, but when he withdrew his palms, the woman's body was covered in blood, but there was no sign of any injuries, and even her clothes were not torn at all.
'laugh'!
Lu Yi had already flown three feet into the air. He bent his body and was about to jump onto the roof of a roadside shop when a few sinister sneers came from above his head.
In the light mist, two figures in red skirts appeared out of thin air. They floated above Lu Yi's head. With a flick of their sleeves, four white silks made a sharp sound of breaking through the air, like four giant pythons, winding towards Lu Yi.
Lu Yi let out a strange cry, and his hands were covered with a layer of light water light. Accompanied by the faint sound of wind and waves, his two hands, one in front and one behind, continuously hit the white silk that was attacking his head.
There were continuous loud 'bang bang' noises.
In an instant, Lu Yi struck the four white silks dozens of times with his palms.
The secret Jingtao Hand of the lineage of Duke Lai is extremely powerful. When one palm strikes out, there is a continuous flow of latent power. One palm is superimposed on another. In the end, the palm power accumulates to dozens of times its own strength. With one palm strike out, it can destroy cities, capture strongholds, split mountains and cut off rivers.
Lu Yi blasted out dozens of palm strikes in succession, and each wave of palm power was like a tsunami whirlpool, constantly swirling and accumulating.
Each palm is faster and stronger than the last.
In the first few palms, Lu Yi could still control it easily.
After the twelve palm strikes, the palm power had accumulated to a terrifying level. Lu Yi's arms were expanded by the huge Yuan Gang, and his palms became as big as cattail leaves. The terrifying force rebounded, and with every palm strike, his whole body trembled violently, as if being washed and rolled by waves.
The four white silks were shaking violently, making a continuous "chi chi" sound of breaking through the air.
The white silk contained an extremely sinister chill, which penetrated through Lu Yi's palm and into his body.
After dozens of consecutive palm contacts, a thin layer of ice crystals covered Lu Yi's palms. His palms gradually became cold and numb. Even his arms seemed to not belong to him and he gradually lost consciousness.
What made Lu Yi even more uncomfortable was that these white silks were as soft and erratic as water waves. Only less than 10% of the palm force he exerted with all his strength was absorbed by the white silks, and the rest of the force was almost completely in vain.
The greater the force he exerted, the greater the recoil he would feel.
Both arms were under so much strain that Lu Yi could even hear the groaning from his joints as they could no longer bear the strain.
Dozens of palm strikes were launched in just a moment.
Lu Yi could no longer control his palm power, nor could he control his body. He let out a strange cry, and used the force to suddenly rush to the side. The huge palm power accumulated on the four white silks exploded with a loud bang. There was a loud bang, a flash of blue light, and two figures in red skirts were blown several feet high by the huge force.
Lu Yi glanced at the two figures unwillingly.
With his palm power, an ordinary person would be sent flying this high after being hit by one of his palms. The two figures took dozens of his palms, yet they only achieved such an effect?
Moreover, he could feel that the two figures had not suffered any substantial harm!
The family martial arts of the Laiguo Mansion have extremely limited killing power against these two strange figures!
"Boom!"
Lu Yi fell heavily to the ground.
Two figures in red skirts fluttered in the air like pieces of paper, and four white silks were swaying wildly.
Lao He's palms were frozen by half an inch thick ice crystals, and when he breathed, milky white cold air came out of his mouth.
He staggered backwards, and as he staggered, he glanced at Lu Yi. His eyes suddenly widened and he shouted hoarsely, "Behind!"
A biting chill came from behind.
Before Lao He opened his mouth to remind him, Lu Yi had already felt the strong malice and terrible crisis coming from behind him.
Without even looking back, he suddenly lunged forward and rushed five or six feet away.
With the sound of breaking wind, more than a dozen white silks flew past his neck almost brushing against it.
The wind was strong and the cold was rampant.
When Lu Yi looked back, he couldn't help but feel a chill down his spine.
In the thin mist, there were seven or eight women in red dresses, holding white silk in their hands, floating three inches above the ground in an eerie manner.
"Bang!"
Lu Yi and Lao He were back to back, bumping into each other heavily, covering each other, and looking at these strange figures in the fog.
The white-haired woman who came out of the sedan chair chuckled, her eyes as cold as ice as she glanced at Lu Yi and Lao He coldly: "Husband, shall we play together?"
Lao He’s right hand flipped over his belt.
His palms had been frozen by ice crystals. He struggled hard, barely moving two fingers. He took out an egg-sized bullet from his belt and threw it into the sky.
"Swish... bang!"
A ball of red fireworks exploded in the air more than ten feet above the ground.
On Jiangtanzi Street, Youlouzi Street, Zhenglong Hutong and two streets and one alley, as well as in more than a dozen high-rise buildings, the guards who were secretly lurking inside all looked over here at the same time.
The next moment, hundreds of figures rose into the air from the courtyards of the two streets and one alley. Sharp whistles shook the earth, and people screamed everywhere: "The palace guards are doing their job, get out of here!"
Dozens of feet away, from several pavilions, two blue-robed captains rushed out with a large group of strong men and guards.
A blue-robed lieutenant stared in shock at the mist that covered a large area of the street in front of him: "What's going on with this mist? Where did the fog come from in the middle of winter?"
The captain was clearly not far away when he shouted loudly, but his voice came through the fog and became vague and ethereal, as if it was several miles away.
From this point of view, the mist that accompanied these strange women was similar to the water mist that Lu Yi used to cover his tracks.
However, there was no such biting, strange chill in Lu Yi’s mist that made people feel cold to the core.
The white-haired woman turned around slowly. She looked at the palace guards flying towards her from all directions and sighed faintly, "There are so many husbands. I can't handle it. Tsk, tsk, I'll play with you guys next time."
As the figures flashed, the white-haired woman and a dozen figures in red skirts rushed into the phoenix sedan at the same time.
God knows how so many of them squeezed into the small single sedan.
A thin mist rose, and the phoenix sedan chair floated three feet off the ground, speeding silently along the street and crashing head-on into the two captains and their large group of subordinates.
Lu Yi suddenly leaped into the air, jumping up to a height of 150 feet , out of the mist, and shouted towards the other side: "My lords, be careful, there is something fishy about this sedan chair!"
When the captains, strong men, and guards heard Lu Yi's roar, they all slowed down their pace.
Behind them, dozens of brave underground ghosts wearing armor and holding spears and halberds strode out in neat formation.
Spears and halberds were like a forest, stabbing fiercely at the speeding sedan chair.
The curtain of the sedan chair was lifted, and dozens of white silks were thrown out. There was a series of crisp "pa pa pa" sounds, and the white silks hit the faces of these underground ghosts one by one.
Dozens of figures flew into the air.
When they flew, they were still tall and strong men.
When they landed on the ground, they had turned into shriveled and dehydrated corpses.
The guards who witnessed everything burst into an uproar, and there was chaos everywhere.
