"At this moment, Lord Guan Di raised his head. He saw the bright moon in the clear sky and the vast expanse of yellow sand. Where could he find his way out? The fierce soldiers of Jingzhou who had fought by his side through life and death either surrendered to Wu or were beheaded. What a miserable scene!" After a storytelling session, everyone in the tavern applauded and cheered, and the sounds of acclamation came in waves like the tide. Yang Feng was also listening to this story about the defeat at Maicheng and was unconsciously attracted. So he stood up and walked towards the storyteller. This man had a face as handsome as jade, double swallow eyebrows, a physique typical of southern Han people, wore a four-rimmed corrugated hat, a long sea-green robe, and two plum blossoms embroidered on the cloud shoulders. It was clearly the decorative dress of the nobility in the imperial court. Yang Feng recognized at a glance that this storyteller was Ji Yinchun. Although Yang Feng was simply dressed, Ji Yinchun still spotted him among the crowd at a glance and immediately threw him a smile.
Snap! Only a dull sound was heard. The iron fan in Ji Yinchun's hand heavily hit the wooden table. "Son! You, you, you, you don't be afraid! You must be bold and follow your father... Kill, kill, kill, break through the siege!" After a storytelling session, followed by a segment of opera singing. Some in the audience cheered, and some shed tears.
After Ji Yinchun finished the opera and put away the fan, he bowed to the surrounding audience and did not take any of the rewards placed on the table. Then with a light step, he flew over the crowd, his posture was elegant and unrestrained. With a wave of the iron fan, several Mongolian soldiers followed him. Several people mounted their horses and headed towards the city gate. Yang Feng had met this person several times and only knew that this person had an elegant and handsome appearance and dressed completely like a scholar, but he did not know that this person had such lightness skills. What made Yang Feng even more curious was that why Ji Yinchun, as a southern Han person, could command several Mongolian soldiers? Yang Feng hurriedly settled the bill, slung his double swords, and got on his horse to follow them from a distance.
Out of the west gate of Hehuang Prefecture, Yang Feng followed these Mongolian soldiers from a distance. Every few miles, four or five people joined, and a carriage also joined in the middle. Before long, there were already forty or fifty people. Yang Feng couldn't help but be suspicious. "Could it be that King Xining is here? I really want to see what the famous King Xining looks like."
Whoa - whoa - Two shrill cries pulled Yang Feng's thoughts back. Looking up, a huge mountain vulture was charging straight at Yang Feng. Yang Feng was shocked, "This vulture spirit might even be able to carry away my horse!"
Yang Feng hurriedly drew his sword and swung a sword energy directly at the strange bird's claws. The strange bird was not in a hurry and flapped its wings upwards to dodge this attack. Only then did Yang Feng discover that there was a person sitting on this mountain vulture. This person was burly, with a small tuft of hair in front of his forehead. He wore a waistline robe, had a bunch of Mongolian leather circle armors on his chest, carried a white wax wooden sable hair Mongolian bow behind him, and had a pure steel wolf fang club at his waist. His whole body exuded a terrifying murderous intent.
"Thief! You've followed us all the way. Who are you!" This question was like a booming bell, rolling farther and farther like waves in this Gobi Desert of Hehuang until it alarmed Ji Yinchun and his group who were hurrying ahead. "Not good. Yang Feng has followed." Ji Yinchun turned his horse's head and commanded this group of Mongolian soldiers to stay put. "Without the protection of the two of us, don't move rashly." After saying that, he rode his horse towards Yang Feng.
"Ha ha ha ha. Who am I? Look at my dress. I'm naturally a poor person." Yang Feng was also very disdainful of this Mongolian man. The Mongolian man felt humiliated by Yang Feng and was extremely angry. So he pulled out the white sable bow and aimed at Yang Feng, drawing the bow full and shooting an arrow. Yang Feng hurriedly swung his sword to block. This arrow was extremely powerful, creating sparks on Yang Feng's sword.
"The Mongolians really have divine power! This arrow is powerful and overbearing! The Mongolians have divine power but are also very timid. They only dare to ride on strange birds and shoot cold arrows at people on the ground." Yang Feng's taunting words only made the Mongolian man pound his chest and stomp his feet. Holding the wolf fang club, he jumped down from the mountain vulture. Yang Feng also stepped on the large sword hanging on the side of the horse, dismounted by stepping on the sword, and smoothly drew out the large sword. The Mongolian man saw that the large sword was bladeless, as long as the shoulder, and this person had a short sword in his left hand and a long whip at his waist. Clearly, he was not an easy opponent.
The Mongolian man said nothing and swung the wolf fang club directly at Yang Feng's face. Yang Feng did not dare to take this blow and avoided by leaning back. He held the sword with both hands and used the large sword to protect his upper body. After several rounds of fighting, Yang Feng only defended and did not attack. He gradually realized that this person was only strong but did not have deep internal strength, and there were not many changes in his moves. So he turned his hand and used a coiling head sword to deflect the wolf fang club and used the Chiyue Sword Technique to attack. The fierce wind and thunder, the reversed sun and moon, sharing water and fire... Yang Feng used more than ten kinds of sword techniques and variations, none of which attacked the vital points but only teased this Mongolian man.
The Chiyue Sword Technique was one of the two sets of sword techniques passed on to Yang Feng by Cao Shu. The sword moves were flexible and more suitable for attacking with a light sword. It combined six sword techniques: the wind and thunder style, the sun and moon style, the water and fire style, the mountain and lake style, the heaven and earth style, and the true and false style. According to Cao Shu, the founder of this sword technique accidentally killed his wife and was heartbroken. So he locked himself in the Tiandong Cave of Mount Heng for thirty years without sleep day and night. During the day, he practiced a set of Dayang Sword Technique, and at night, he practiced a set of Chiyue Sword Technique, as if the husband and wife accompanied each other day and night for a lifetime. When the sword techniques were completed, he committed suicide to follow his wife. The techniques of this sword technique were engraved in the Tiandong Cave of Mount Heng until Cao Shu's sect discovered it by chance. Among the six Chiyue Sword Techniques, the moves were ingenious and could defeat thirty-six kinds of weapons, boxing, internal skills, etc. The eight Dayang Sword Techniques only attacked and did not defend, fighting with one's life. Based on the internal strength of the person practicing the sword, the stronger the internal strength, the stronger the power of the sword technique.
While Yang Feng swung the Chiyue Sword Technique to fight the enemy, he silently recited the Mahayana Nirvana Mind Technique and felt like a warm current passing through all the meridians in his body. His internal strength had risen to the second level of Mahayana Nirvana. Yang Feng gave an evil smile. Apparently, he was confident of winning this duel. Then he changed to holding the sword with both hands and used a powerful strike from the Dayang Sword Technique. The Mongolian man relied on his immense strength and blocked with the wolf fang club. Who would have thought that with one strike, his arms went numb and he almost lost his weapon. Yang Feng did not give this man a chance to catch his breath.紧接着又是一招回风落雁,提剑抢攻,Yang Feng anticipated that this man would not dare to take this sword strike. Only when the force was exhausted, he pulled out the light sword. The Mongolian man really did not dare to take it head-on and dodged to the side, attempting to attack Yang Feng's side with short punches. How could he have known that Yang Feng abandoned the large sword's attack. This move was a feint and did not exert force. With a flip, a monkey-like move, he used the light sword to inflict a long wound on his back.
"Artan, you are no match for this guy. Let me help you!" Ji Yinchun used the Treading Snow Without Trace lightness skill and flew over in the air. Yang Feng was secretly amazed in his heart, "This person's lightness skill has reached the level of being as light as a feather. His martial arts must be much higher than this Mongolian brute." So he hurriedly urged his internal strength, controlled the light sword, making it revolve around his body like a wind and fire wheel to prevent Ji Yinchun from coming to disrupt. He held the heavy sword with both hands again and used the full Dayang Sword Technique to slash fiercely at Artan. Artan blocked and dodged continuously. At this time, Yang Feng's internal strength had risen to the third level of Mahayana Nirvana. Artan blocked several strikes in a row and all his internal organs were injured. A mouthful of blood sprayed out directly. Yang Feng saw that this man was so tough. After attacking for forty or fifty rounds, he still couldn't take his life. The wind and fire wheel also consumed a lot of internal strength. At this time, Yang Feng was not considering whether he could kill Artan but whether he could defeat Ji Yinchun after killing this man.
Ji Yinchun also noticed that Yang Feng was attacking more and more urgently. Afraid that his internal strength was running out, but he did not dare to watch for too long. He had to swing out the iron fan and risk his life to attack Yang Feng. Only to see Ji Yinchun use his internal strength to resist Yang Feng's wind and fire wheel. Seeing that it was about to be broken, a heavy sword slashed directly at Ji Yinchun's waist. It turned out that Yang Feng took advantage of Ji Yinchun's distraction with internal strength to attempt to kill him with one sword. But he did not expect Ji Yinchun to quickly withdraw his internal strength, use his lightness skill to step on Yang Feng's large sword, and wave the iron fan to assume a handsome posture. Yang Feng hurriedly withdrew the large sword. Now he was facing enemies on both sides, and the situation was not optimistic.
Artan also took the opportunity to catch his breath and raised the wolf fang club to attack again. Ji Yinchun, seeing this, did not dare to be negligent and flew forward with the fan to slash at Yang Feng. At this time, Yang Feng had raised the internal strength of the Mahayana Nirvana Skill to the fourth level. Secretly, he untied the long whip on his left hand, infused internal strength to stick to the light sword, and used a move of the Scorpion Tail in the Nine-Section Whip Technique to attack Ji Yinchun with the sword. Ji Yinchun turned the iron fan to protect his face with the fan surface. Yang Feng's whip was powerful. Afraid that one sword could break the armor, Ji Yinchun's weapon could hardly defend against this strike. But he did not expect that the flying sword intersected with the iron fan, and a force of yin and yang dissolved Yang Feng's force.
"The Tai Chi Pure Yang Skill of the Wudang Sect!" A sense of unease rose in Yang Feng's heart but he did not dare to slack off against Artan's fierce attack. He continuously blocked with the long sword in one hand. "Today I really met strong opponents. One is a disciple of the Wudang Sect, and the other is so tough to fight." Yang Feng hurriedly adjusted his position, clenched the white python whip to attack Ji Yinchun from a distance, and used the remaining force of pulling back the whip on Artan. Even in such a chaotic situation, he could still fight evenly with the two masters without a clear winner.
Yang Feng's Mahayana Nirvana Skill could only be practiced up to the fourth level. At this time, his internal strength was in the stage of consumption. A prolonged battle would definitely not be beneficial. So he withdrew the force from the long whip and prepared for close combat with the two. Ji Yinchun also guessed that Yang Feng's internal strength was difficult to keep up at this time. Taking advantage of Yang Feng's withdrawal of the whip, he used his lightness skill to follow closely to take advantage of the close combat of the Wudang Carefree Fan Technique. But he did not expect that Yang Feng withdrew the whip but did not release the force. With a move of Su Qin Carrying the Sword, the sword shadow was like a snake shadow, making it difficult to distinguish the direction under this harsh sun. Ji Yinchun hurriedly waved the fan to block but saw this sword directly pierce through Artan's body. At this time, Artan's life and death were unknown.
Ji Yinchun was stunned for a moment and hurriedly stepped forward to check Artan's injuries. Only to see a wound as big as a hole in Artan's chest. Presumably, when Yang Feng thrust the sword, he rotated the sword body and shredded the flesh on Artan's chest. It could be seen that Yang Feng's move was indeed vicious. Ji Yinchun glared hatefully at Yang Feng, "What kind of grudges do the four of us masters have with you, Yang Feng, in the martial arts world? Why do you have to take our lives today!" Yang Feng was also in a killing frenzy at this time and completely forgot that he had no grudges with these subordinates of King Xining. Today, he killed one of the four masters under King Xining. Yang Feng hurriedly stepped forward. Seeing the tragic state of Artan's wound, he tore off his sleeve, cut it in half from the middle, pulled it into a band, and skillfully bandaged Artan. He was about to entrust something to Ji Yinchun. Only the sound of horse hooves approaching was heard. Looking up, a horse with two people on it was approaching the two.
"Uncle! The carriage in front, the one inside is my master!" Only a little girl shouted loudly towards the two. This little girl was He Lanxin, the second direct disciple of the head of the Emei Sect. The person driving the horse behind her was Niu Da. The two traveled day and night. The horse also died. They had to ride the same horse and continue to hurry. They learned about the whereabouts of the Mongolian soldiers and Yang Feng in Hehuang Prefecture and hurriedly came to look for them without stopping.
Yang Feng was startled and hurriedly left Artan and flew towards the carriage not far away. Ji Yinchun's lightness skill was better than Yang Feng's and he blocked Yang Feng earlier.
"Seems like I killed that Mongolian man correctly? The Emei Sect has no grudges with you Mongolians. Why kidnap the head of the Emei Sect?"
"No grudges? I don't think so!"
The two held their weapons and fought. They fought back and forth. These Mongolian soldiers did not know what happened here. Just following Ji Yinchun's order, they surrounded the carriage in a circle and did not dare to rush to rescue without permission.
"Stop! Stop! Don't fight anymore!" Ji Yinchun looked back and saw He Lanxin holding the sword against Artan's neck. "Return my master! Or I'll kill him!" Ji Yinchun was in a dilemma at this time. He was entangled by Yang Feng and had to gather internal strength and let out a long whistle. Artan's mount, the giant mountain vulture, heard the whistle and broke through the air, diving towards He Lanxin on the ground.
Seeing this scene, Yang Feng really couldn't reach it. So he picked up several stones from the ground, gathered internal strength between his fingers, and quickly shot them out. One of them hit the strange bird, making it bleed profusely. But the strange bird, concerned about its master's safety, was not afraid of the pain. This attack was not effective. Before Yang Feng could shoot the second volley of stones, Ji Yinchun had already swung the fan to strike.
Niu Da saw this and picked up Artan's wolf fang club and swung it vigorously to keep it away. Niu Da was also a strong and sturdy Anduo man. This move also made it difficult for the strange bird to approach He Lanxin.
"I agree!" Ji Yinchun saw that there was no way to retrieve Artan and was afraid that this little girl would really kill Artan with one sword.
"You have to send my master over first!"
"No! We exchange at the same time!"
"You have so many soldiers under you. It's not difficult to recapture my master again. If you are sincere enough, first hand over my master to us! When we leave here and go far away, we will return him to you!"
Ji Yinchun did not expect this little girl, He Lanxin, to be so difficult to deal with and had to agree. With a wave of his hand, several Mongolian soldiers escorted the carriage over. Yang Feng pulled up the carriage curtain and saw a person inside with multiple wounds. Without treatment for many days, some wounds had festered. This person was Feng Xiangyue, the head of the Emei Sect.
Yang Feng glared fiercely at Ji Yinchun. The few of them were also worried about the large number of Mongolian soldiers and did not dare to stay. They hurriedly got on the horse, pulled the carriage, and took the seriously injured Artan to return in the direction they came.