The Villain's Counterattack

Chapter 457: Melee and Unexpected Incident

It only took Duan Yu and Xu Zhu, two top-notch masters, a hundred or eighty moves to go from fighting independently to cooperating tacitly. The two actually found a common ground in the battle, and together they steadily blocked a large number of enemies for Xiao Feng and Xiao A Zi.

Duan Yu's internal strength is only top-notch, but his martial arts skills are quite impressive. The defensive power of Yangwu Sword Technique combined with the evasive ability of Lingbo Weibu make his life-saving skills absolutely formidable. Xu Zhu's Yi Jin Jing internal strength is quite profound, and he was just forcibly infused with a strong Shaolin internal strength by Jiumozhi, which made him a top master in one fell swoop. If it weren't for his shoulder injury and lack of combat experience, he could have stood on his own even without Duan Yu's help.

The situation was originally very good, but Duan Yanqing intervened and wanted to take down Duan Zhengchun, which instantly attracted Duan Yu's attention and forced him to step forward to rescue his father, thus leaving the main battlefield, which instantly doubled the pressure on the young monk Xu Zhu.

He was also a persistent person. He didn't care and would rather take a few punches and kicks than give in. He relied on his strong internal strength to withstand the pressure, and his martial arts skills were improved to a higher level, leaving many martial arts masters around him stunned.

"Little monk, you have such powerful martial arts. Shaolin Arhat Fist is worthy of being the mother fist of Shaolin. Let me learn your Arhat Fist!" Jiumozhi's eyes flashed, and he launched a sneak attack on Xu Zhu again.

"How dare you!" Less than half of the Shaolin monks of the Xuan generation took action against Xiao Feng. The others were paying attention to the battle situation of Abbot Xuan Ci and the situation of Xu Zhu. Abbot Xuan Ci had already gained a slight upper hand. If it weren't for the fact that little A Zi's internal energy was full of gloomy coldness, which made him feel uncomfortable, he would have forced her to lose the upper hand. Although Xu Zhu was dealing with many martial arts heroes, there were few real masters. Even among them, there were not many first-rate ones. Most of them were second-rate players.

But Jiumozhi's sudden sneak attack made them furious. This monk had troubled Shaolin several times and had attacked Xu Zhu twice, which really made them angry. The three monks of the Xuan generation attacked him at the same time, trying to attack Wei from Wei to save Zhao. Although Jiumozhi's martial arts skills were high, he was not so good as to ignore multiple monks of the Xuan generation.

There was a loud bang, and a huge pestle swept across Jiumozhi's chest, forcing him back from Xuzhu. The monks around him shouted in unison: "Senior Brother Xuanbei."

The one who attacked was none other than Master Xuan Bei who was sent to the Murong family in Gusu. He swung the pestle in his hand with great force, opening and closing it vigorously and forcing Jiumozhi to retreat repeatedly. On the other side, Xiao Feng suddenly attacked, and used the Dragon Subduing Palm repeatedly to force back several monks of the Xuan generation. He showed up at the side of Xu Zhu in an instant, and used the Dense Clouds Without Rain Technique. He slapped his palms alternately and made the martial arts heroes fly backwards and wail continuously.

However, Xiao Feng showed mercy, wounding but not killing. Under the immense threat, the other heroes hesitated to move forward. Xiao Feng looked around, then patted Xu Zhu on the shoulder and laughed, "This young master has excellent skills. Shaolin has a young master here, and there will be successors."

Xu Zhu hurriedly bowed and expressed his humility repeatedly. In fact, until now he did not have an accurate concept of his own martial arts, and had not established the belief that he was a true martial arts master.

But there is one thing he is very sure of, that is, the hero Xiao Feng must be a master. He is known as a great master in the north and south, along with Master Murong, and is a well-known master in the Central Plains martial arts world.

The defeated martial arts heroes were afraid of Xiao Feng's force, and pointed their spearheads at the Shaolin monks who failed to hold Xiao Feng back. Seeing this, the Hermit of Shenshan winked at Zhe Luoxing. The two of them exchanged glances but neither of them could figure out what the other was thinking. The Hermit of Shenshan then hurriedly stepped forward and took the initiative to take on the important task of fighting against Xiao Feng.

The Hermit of Shenshan always held himself in high esteem, dismissing the Shaolin monks. Incidentally, he also didn't think highly of Xiao Feng, a Shaolin monk himself. Seeing the Hermit of Shenshan heading out to fight, Zhe Luoxing finally understood his intentions and hurriedly followed him out. The Indian monk knew he and the Hermit of Shenshan were inextricably linked, so he remained true to his word at the crucial moment. The other senior monks, including Guanxin, remained silent, but in their hearts, they were even more impressed with Xiao Feng's martial arts skills.

It was no small matter that Xiao Feng became the leader of the Beggars' Sect with his superb martial arts skills and great achievements. He had previously fought against several high monks of the Xuan generation, and they saw it clearly and believed that their actions would not be effective. Even when they knew that Xiao Feng was leading his troops into the Central Plains, they chose to stand by and watch.

Xiao Feng faced the two monks calmly and fearlessly, and his Dragon Subduing Palm displayed its power, crushing them easily. The members of the Beggars' Sect were excited to see this. This was their former leader, and this was their Beggars' Sect's unique skill, the Dragon Subduing Palm. It was a pity that the Dragon Subduing Palm was still there, but the leader was gone, and the Beggars' Sect had also lost its pillar.

The two masters were quickly defeated, and the Shaolin monks had to fight again. However, this time, there were more monks of the Xuan generation who came out to fight, a staggering nine. They were from the same sect and were familiar with each other and cooperated well. Xiao Feng was quickly defeated. On the other side, the steady and cautious Abbot Xuan Ci also gradually became familiar with Xiao A Zi's moves and palm techniques, and used his full strength to suppress her with the Vajra Palm.

The Shaolin monks exerted their strength, and two senior monks of the Xuan generation directly held Xu Zhu back. Facing a fellow elder who was two generations older than him, Xu Zhu was naturally timid and unable to exert his full strength, but he still fought a draw. However, he was no longer able to hold back the martial arts heroes. For a moment, Xiao Feng was caught in a siege like a tide.

Suddenly, a dark figure swooped down from midair. With a few slaps, it forced the Shaolin monks back. Then, it grabbed Xiao Feng and lifted him up. The two of them soared through the air, landing atop a large tree over ten feet away. A closer look revealed a long rope attached to it. Elsewhere, a gray figure quietly appeared beside Xiao A Zi, extended its index finger, and tapped the air three times. Abbot Xuan Ci's expression changed drastically. He swung his powerful Vajra Palm repeatedly, but still took a hit and took several steps back before regaining his balance.

When little A Zi saw the man coming, she hugged his arm with a smile, her face full of happiness and pride. Xiao Feng had consumed a lot of internal energy after fighting several battles. He saw the man in black beside him with a black cloth covering his face, revealing only a pair of cold and electric eyes, but with a big bald head. It turned out to be a monk.

The man in gray gently touched Xiao A Zi's forehead. A hint of tenderness flashed in his eyes beneath his hood. He then suddenly looked up at the man in black on the tree and asked, "Who are you?"

The black-robed monk asked, "Who are you?"

"Why have you been hiding in Shaolin Temple for decades?"

"I was just about to ask you, why did you hide in Shaolin Temple for decades?"

The two monks' words surprised all the Shaolin monks, from Abbot Xuanci on down. They looked at each other, and then heard the two men flattering each other, saying that they had found what they wanted in Shaolin. Their faces gradually became a little strange, but the two men seemed to admire each other equally, and had given up the idea of ​​fighting, which made them a little disappointed.

Xiao Feng and little A Zi stopped fighting, and Duan Yu also rescued his father Duan Zhengchun. Although Duan Yanqing was a martial arts master, he was no match for Duan Yu's Yangwu swordsmanship, so he had to retreat. However, he cast a strange look at Duan Zhengchun, which made him a little confused: I am protected by my son because of my real ability, are you jealous?

Duan Yanqing: Are you sure that's your son? I just can't believe it.

The sudden appearance of two masters made the situation a little out of control. Two Shaolin monks of the Xuan generation suddenly exerted force to try to take down Xu Zhu and end this farce. Xu Zhu subconsciously resisted and grabbed them. Abbot Xuan Ci stepped behind him and grabbed out with his dragon claw hand like lightning.

Although the young monk Xu Zhu was a little inexperienced, he was by no means without experience. Even though he was holding two senior monks of the Xuan generation with his hands, he still subconsciously dodged after hearing the wind. With a "swish" sound, Xu Zhu's monk robe broke into pieces and scattered like a butterfly, revealing his waist and back with nine incense burns.

The man in gray couldn't help but slap his forehead when he saw this, somewhat helpless. Another person at the scene exclaimed, "What... is that on your back?"