Chapter 259
Mie Jie shouted, and the two sides, one surprised and the other happy.
The happy ones were the Yuan court, who had never expected that after so many days, Mie Jie had not yet crossed the Changbai Mountains.
The surprised ones were the Righteous Alliance, who had never expected that after so many days, Mie Jie had not yet crossed the Changbai Mountains.
The two sides could no longer afford to hold back, and they all set off together.
The Yuan court was closer, so they arrived first. There were more than 30 of them in total, and judging by their clothing, they were divided into three groups.
More than ten of them were dressed as constables. The leader was an old constable in his sixties, with a white beard, a sharp appearance, and a very short stature. However, he had huge hands, and slung a golden broadsword over his back. Even the hilt was no less than six feet long, and if it was held upright, it would be even longer than the others.
More than ten others were dressed as lamas. The lead foreign monk was in his forties, bald on the head, bald on the eyebrows, and bald on the chin. His entire face was smooth and shiny, with an eagle nose and a big mouth. He looked full of evil spirits, and his skin was a rosy yellow, giving him the appearance of a wax figure. He wore a loose robe with large sleeves and did not carry a weapon.
The last ten or so people were dressed in a variety of ways, but the leader was an acquaintance, none other than the great master of the Ruyang Kingdom, the ugly monk.
As soon as these three groups of people saw the Master and Disciple of Mie Jie, they drew up their formation and surrounded them. Mie Jie had no intention of talking to him, so he shouted a clear command and leapt forward to kill him.
The old constable’s eyes flashed with a gleam of light, and he immediately met him, slapping him in the face with a palm blast that overflowed with energy. The momentum was so fierce that it was not inferior to the Dragon-subduing Palm.
Mie Jie’s eyes lit up, and he added strength to his palm. The two clashed palms, with a loud crack. Mie Jie’s figure swayed, but he regained his footing, while the old constable took a half-step back.
Ye Guhong was shocked. No one knew better than him the martial arts skills of Mie Jie today. Even the Seven Heroes of Wudang could barely withstand a full-power palm strike from him, and only the top three could do so. Unexpectedly, the unremarkable-looking old constable had actually caught it firmly and only took a half step back.
Mie Jie’s expression brightened, and he exclaimed, 鈥淕ood Iron Palm! I never expected that there are still descendants of the Iron Palm Gang in the world today!鈥�
Ye Guhong was slightly confused, but then reacted: Previously, at Wudang Mountain, Zhang Zhenren explained the concept of strength and flexibility, and said that strength could be as hard as an iron palm or as soft as a cotton palm. Many martial arts schools have similar techniques, such as Wudang’s Zhen Mountain Iron Palm and Zhen Tian Iron Palm. However, the most powerful of these iron palm techniques is the unique martial art passed down by the Iron Palm Gang a hundred years ago.
It is said that the leader of the Iron Palm Gang, Shangguan, once fought alongside Marshal Han Shizhong in the war against the northerners, and achieved great feats. Later, a leader named Qiu, with his pair of iron palms, fought all over the country and rarely encountered an opponent. With his own strength, he defeated the Hengshan School and made it unable to recover. Compared to the peerless Five Supreme Masters, he was only slightly inferior. This shows the power of this Iron Palm kung fu.
The old constable laughed: 鈥淣ot bad, the Holy Nun does know her stuff! Take another palm from me!鈥�
He said it was one palm, but he saw him push with both hands rapidly, and in an instant, he didn’t know how many palms he had sent out.
Mie Jie’s eyebrows rose, and without taking a single step back, he also pushed out his hands in succession.
The wax-like lama screamed, 鈥淲hat Holy Nun? She’s clearly a demon nun!鈥� He leapt forward and attacked.
Ye Guhong shouted fiercely, shook his right hand, and the silkworm thread binding the Snake Bone Sword shot out, aiming to stop the lama.
Unexpectedly, although the lama was stopped, he seized the Snake Bone Sword and twisted with all his strength.
Ye Guhong was shocked. This was the same technique used by the corpse demon of the Tangut tribe to break off Tang Gong’s long sword.
Fortunately, the Snake Bone Sword itself is a Ziwei soft sword. Although it was wrapped around by the lama several times, it did not break. Ye Guhong pulled the silk thread and used the force to jump quickly, kicking countless leg shadows in midair.
The lama blocked with both hands, and Ye Guhong took the opportunity to retrieve the Snake Bone Sword. However, he felt that the opponent’s hands were as hard as iron. He thought to himself that this lama must be a disciple or fellow disciple of the Corpse Demon, and the martial arts he used were clearly from the same source as the Corpse Demon!
Seeing the master and disciple cornered, the ugly monk was overjoyed. He was not a stickler for any particular style of martial arts, so he immediately charged forward to attack from both sides. At that moment, the five brothers from the Righteous Alliance arrived, shouting in unison, 鈥淗ow dare you, a pack of dogs, bully the weak with your numbers!鈥�
Among them, Leng Gaofei, the Lone Eagle, had the highest level of martial arts skill. He leapt forward with all his strength, like thunder or lightning, and charged straight at the ugly monk. The two exchanged punches and kicks, and in an instant, more than ten moves had passed.
Seeing that his opponent had solid kung fu, the ugly monk decisively used a powerful killing move. He punched out, and Leng Gaofei swung his arm to block. The ugly monk’s fist suddenly opened, grasping Leng Gaofei’s forearm, and with a forceful pull, dragged Leng Gaofei’s lower body, and with a heavy left fist, slammed it straight at his face.
Seeing that it was difficult to dodge or block this punch, but hearing a sharp whistle in the air, a thin feathered arrow soared straight at the ugly monk’s face.
Ugly Monk had no choice but to change his fist into a beak and use his three fingers to catch the arrow.
Leng Gaofei took the opportunity to sink his shoulders and sway his elbows, breaking free from the opponent’s tiger claws.
Ugly Monk looked with hatred, but it was a man dressed as a Taoist priest, holding a small nine-inch bow and standing proudly. He recognized him as the man nicknamed Arrowfall without Space, Wulumuqi.
At this time, Sha Yu brandished his double swords, and Yu Panghu brandished his short spear, and they had already charged into the crowd, fighting the many skilled fighters brought by the three men of the Ugly Monk.
鈥淢aster鈥� Jiaxing, however, took the opportunity to rush through the crowd and charge head-on at the Ugly Monk.
Jiaxing’s weapon was extremely strange: it was an abacus 2 feet 6 inches long and 1 foot 3 inches wide!
His abacus is made of pure gold. Although it doesn’t seem very big, it is extremely heavy. When he uses it, it is mixed with the use of swordsmanship, brute cards, and hatchets. It is dazzlingly golden, and the sound of the beads of the abacus, like a drumming or a surging tide, is truly distracting.
The ugly monk cultivates both good and evil martial arts and is proud of his ability to see through all the martial arts in the world. When he saw Jiaxing’s weapon, he was also amazed.
After a few moves, Leng Gaofei came back to his senses. He crossed his arms and then took them out again, his fingers glittering with silver. He had already put on extremely sharp silver fingernails. He yelled and charged into the battle, his hands rising and falling, creating a silver mist that complemented Jiaxing’s golden abacus.
The ugly monk was not afraid of fighting two opponents at once, but the fact that the leakless child was wandering around, with a thin arrow shaft more than a foot long resting on a small bow, and staring at the ugly monk without blinking, greatly distracted him. After a few rounds of fighting, he suddenly leaned over and picked up two iron rulers鈥�
left behind by the constable Sha Yu had killed鈥攁nd swung them, which stabilized the situation.
The constable, lama, and royal guards brought by these three men were also handpicked experts. They were all well-known names in the underworld. Although Fat Tiger and Sha Yu were extraordinary and had killed seven or eight people unexpectedly, the others joined forces and immediately cornered the two.
At this time, the Master of Disaster Elimination and the head of the police, Yan Bei’an, had already fought for fifty rounds. Seeing that she had a capable assistant, she was in no hurry to draw her sword, and she intended to use the Emei palm technique to subdue this master of the iron palm.
A set of four-image palms made the tiger vigorous and vigorous. Although Yan Bei’an’s palm power was powerful, it could not match the mysterious bodywork of the Master of Disaster Elimination. Although it was one-on-one, it was as if they were surrounded.
Ye Guhong, on the other hand, had already used the Mirage Snow Flying Cloud Palm. One after the other, his palm strikes were launched, straight or curved, difficult to dodge or defend against, and they made a loud thudding sound on the monk’s chest and back.
However, this monk’s body was quite astonishingly trained, and although he groaned from time to time, he was not seriously injured.
Fortunately, although his body was hard, his fists and kicks were inferior to the Corpse Demon’s by a long shot. Although Ye Kuhong couldn’t move him, he could hardly hurt Ye Kuhong either.
Ye Kuhong thought to himself: The Corpse Demon’s kung fu, which made his entire body seem like iron, was almost more amazing than the legendary invincible kung fu of the Shaolin Temple. It was almost certainly not easy to practice, and this person’s kung fu was probably not up to the Corpse Demon’s level. If he could find his weak point, he would surely be able to break through it!
Thinking of this, his technique suddenly changed. His body whirled, his palms patted and his sword pointed, testing all the major pressure points on his body.