Volume 1: Wild Beasts, Changes Begin Chapter 15: This Road Takes a Break (Part 2)
The moment Fan Changan bowed, a whistle suddenly sounded from the woods on both sides, and immediately a group of men in dark brown clothes stood up.
They were like weeds that stood up again after being blown by the wind. They appeared in groups one after another and surrounded this place one after another. For a moment, it gave people a feeling of endlessness. It seemed that there were thousands of troops lurking between the vast jungles on both sides. The sound of clothes rubbing became one, and the sound of soft and swift footsteps came closely.
Previously, so many people from various sects passed through the forest road, and they were all masters who kept their eyes and ears open, but they didn't notice the hidden traces of these people at all. I'm afraid that even the imperial guards in the Ming Dynasty Palace couldn't do this.
Several leaders remained calm, but with a quick glance, they found that at the front of the team, there were about a hundred men holding bows and arrows with dark-painted arrowheads. Their hearts sank.
"Everyone, stab the horses with knives and charge forward." The leader of Taishan Sect shouted loudly, and his palm was like a piece of iron felt, directly tearing off a piece of flesh from the horse's buttocks. He sat on the horse, feeling the pain, neighing loudly, and galloping out.
At this time, they were surrounded on all sides, but Fan Changan and his group had the least number of people, only ten people. Even though they were all experts, they were not as dangerous as a large number of archers when it came to blocking the cavalry's charge.
Seeing the thirty people in front of them injuring their horses and galloping towards them, the seven elders of the Sun Moon Sect also took steps forward.
Beside Fan Changan, the man covered in a black cloak moved the fastest. He paused on , and then swooped down like a black eagle, close to the ground. He stretched out a finger and pointed it at the leader of the Taishan Sect who was rushing in the front.
At this time, he was about ten steps away from the leader of Taishan Sect, which is about thirteen meters. However, this finger force actually shot into the air, and after crossing this distance, it still had the killing power of a powerful arrow, piercing the right front foot of the mount of the leader of Taishan Sect.
The horse's right foot was injured and it lost its balance. The head of Taishan Sect slapped the horse with both hands, using the force to fly into the air, with the sword already drawn in his hand. The man under the black cloak did not retract the finger he extended, but pushed it forward again.
The hand of the man in the black cloak seemed to have been stretched to its limit, but the second time he pressed his fingers, it extended another inch.
Then, in the nick of time, he pressed his finger for the third time, with a crackling sound from the joints, and extended the same finger another half an inch.
Both of these finger forces were blocked by the Taishan Sect's leader's sword. However, the vibration from the sword caused the Taishan Sect's leader to fly backwards more than three meters in mid-air, and was narrowly caught by Zhao Dapeng.
When Master Fakong saw this, his pleasant face suddenly became angry. His eyebrows actually raised like the Vajra sculptures in the temple, and the ends of his eyebrows extended diagonally to his temples on both sides: "Mahāzhi, three times in hell. You are Aizawa."
Three Entrances to Hell is one of the 72 Shaolin Kung Fu skills, Maha Finger. It means that to develop this level of finger strength, one has to endure the pain of going to hell once, and to be able to fire three fingers at once, the pain one experiences is like going to hell three times.
The only person in Shaolin Temple who has mastered this kind of finger power over the years is the traitor, Xiang Ze, who broke out eight years ago.
Xiangze was originally the most gifted of the Shaolin monks. However, he accidentally killed his fellow monk in a competition in Luohan Hall eight years ago. The elders had to follow the rules to cut his tendons and abolish his martial arts. He claimed to be extremely gifted and did not kill intentionally. He refused to accept the punishment and fought with more than 40 monks, injuring them and fleeing down the mountain.
Zen Master Fakong was not in the temple at that time. Later, it was heard that Xiangze had gone down the mountain and became even more violent. Because he had no money, he robbed rich families and called himself "Iron Bodhi". When Shaolin was preparing to send a large number of people to arrest him, he suddenly disappeared.
I didn't expect that he actually joined the Sun and Moon Sect , and it seems that his status is not low.
Zen Master Fakong shouted in anger, but Tie Bodhi didn't even look at him. After forcing the leader of Taishan Sect to retreat, he flicked his palm on the ground, and like a circling eagle, he returned to Fan Changan without touching the ground.
Just as he turned and flew back, a whooshing sound pierced the sky.
The archers around had been hiding dozens of steps away to avoid being discovered by the masters in advance, but now they were within about twenty steps, which was the most suitable distance for archery. They bent their bows and drew their arrows skillfully, and shot out three waves of arrows in the blink of an eye.
Feather arrows came from all directions. The masters of each faction could have resisted them, but the horses they were riding on were not well protected and they were shot dead one after another. Once the horses died, the people on the horses lost their balance and many were also injured by the feather arrows.
The wailing of horses and the screaming of people were all mixed together, and the sounds of bowstrings and arrows were still heard continuously.
The leaders of various factions knew that they were trapped in an encirclement and the situation would become worse the longer they delayed. They relied on their bravery and gathered their inner energy, rushing towards Fan Changan with swords in hand.
As they approached where Fan Changan and others were, the archers were indeed afraid to attack. The accompanying disciples immediately found an opportunity and scattered to kill the archers first.
However, the followers in the forest were well-trained. The archers quickly disappeared and were replaced by swordsmen and axemen in the rear. The disciples of various factions immediately fell into a brutal fight.
The seven elders also stopped the leaders of the Five Mountains Sword Sect, Kunlun Sect and Emei Sect. These unknown figures were not at all inferior to the leaders of the big sects.
The only middle-aged man with a sword on his back among the five scattered people, his body was bent and leaped, golden light flashed on his back, the golden sword was unsheathed, black air was swept from his waist, the black sword made a long roar, and his sword and knife skills were intertwined. With his own strength, he suppressed the offensive of Bai Yunshen, the genius doctor of Dian Cang, Duan Wangsun, the young master of Nanling, and Lu Kuanglan, the deputy leader of Kongtong Sect.
The three most famous martial arts masters could only barely maintain a balance with him. Especially the exquisite acupuncture points of Nanling Prince Duan Wangsun were completely useless against the man who was wielding both sword and knife. Even if he hit the fatal point, he could not stop his momentum.
When Taoist Qingyun stepped forward, he noticed this scene and his eyelids jumped.
Fan Changan stood tall and said, "That is the leader of the Five Wanderers of the Sun Moon Divine Sect, Gongsun Changze. He has inherited the Acupuncture Point Closing Technique and Yin-Yang Reversed Blade Technique from the Tang Dynasty... from the Jueqing Valley lineage. Taoist Qingyun, do you recognize them?"
While Fan Chang'an was speaking, Zhao Dapeng had already attacked. He used his mastery of the Stone-Opening Hand technique and launched twelve consecutive palm strikes, but all of them were easily swept away by Fan Chang'an with one sleeve of his robe. It didn't even affect the rhythm of Fan Chang'an's speaking, pronunciation and breathing.
The twelve attempts of the Stone-Breaking Hand were ineffective. Zhao Dapeng exhaled and shouted, then puffed out his chest and struck out with a completely different feeling from before.
Fan Changan was just saying the four words "since the Tang Dynasty" at this time. He realized that this palm was extraordinary and frowned, but he just stepped on the tiptoe and a piece of gravel on the road was ejected and hit the acupuncture point on the outside of Zhao Dapeng's knee.
Zhao Dapeng's palm technique suddenly lost its accuracy and he was about to fall to his knees.
At the same time, Zen Master Fakong was already fighting with Tie Bodhi. Both of them were full of energy, but Fan Changan still looked straight ahead. He dropped his right sleeve and, as if he had foreseen the future, swept away several strands of energy that were about to hit the armchair behind him. He pressed down on Zhao Dapeng's head with his left hand, while he had not finished explaining to Taoist Qingyun.
He was doing three things at once, capturing the enemy, protecting the chair, and conversing without missing a single detail. Fan Changan didn't even move an inch. This performance truly astonished Taoist Qingyun.
But Taoist Qingyun had no choice but to take action.
There was no way he would just sit there and watch Zhao Dapeng being captured.
Taoist Qingyun shook his hands, and the wide sleeves of his Taoist robe swirled around his wrists and wrapped around his forearms, as if temporarily twisting the wide sleeves of the robe into a tight outfit.
With his arms tightly packed and his ten fingers like claws, he tore through the wind. The thin old Taoist priest Qingyun pounced forward like a bloody wind blowing in the face, like a tiger rushing down the mountain.
The claws are sharp and the tiger's claws are powerful!
