The Southern Song Dynasty began with the apprenticeship of Huang Shang

Chapter 117 Fierce battle in Sparrow Feather Valley
Seeing Yang Chengye killing ronin continuously, Morita was startled and looked at Qiu Qianren, hoping that he would help him.

At this moment, Qiu Qianren was a little hesitant, the scene of fighting Yang Chengye last time was vivid in his memory, he was not Yang Chengye's opponent.

After that time, Qiu Qianren returned to the Iron Palm Gang to practice hard day and night, and improved his skills by a large amount.

Without Morita asking for help, Qiu Qianren would have killed Yang Chengye, a bloodless shame.

"Morita, I'll go up and entangle him. You quickly lead people to evacuate and meet with the troops outside the city. Qiu will arrive later."

After Qiu Qianren finished speaking, he used his posture to enter the crowd, and greeted Yang Chengye with a pair of iron palms.

Yang Chengye was not surprised by Qiu Qianren's arrival. He held a sword in his right hand, and kept dancing the long sword, making it impossible for those ronin to get close.

"Boy, Qiu remembered who you are, let us have a showdown today!"

After Qiu Qianren finished speaking, those ronin who participated in the siege of Yang Chengye all stopped and retreated, standing with Morita.

Yang Chengye knew that Qiu Qianren was a formidable enemy, so he didn't dare to be negligent, put away his long sword, and said: "You must have become the leader of the Iron Palm Gang now, and today I will experience your Iron Sand Palm again."

As Yang Chengye said, he used the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms and fought with Qiu Qianren's Iron Sand Palms.

Seeing that Yang Chengye and Qiu Qianren were in an inextricable fight, Morita took the opportunity to take the remaining ronin out of the magistrate's yamen and ran out of the city.

In the hall, dragons chanted and strong winds blew up, smashing the already dilapidated magistrate's office even more.

Qiu Qianren became more and more frightened, after a year of hard training, his iron sand palm has made great progress, and he is confident that there are only a handful of people in the world who can beat him.

But I didn't expect that not only he has improved, but even Yang Chengye has become more powerful. Not only is his palm sharp, but his internal energy is also very abundant. After fighting for a long time, there is no sign of exhaustion.

"The dragon swings its tail!"

Suddenly, Yang Chengye yelled violently, his body spun quickly, and then he jumped up, one leg twitched towards Qiu Qianren's neck.

Qiu Qianren hastily raised his arm to block it, only to hear a "click", only this Qiu Qianren vomited a mouthful of blood, smashed through the window and jumped out.

Yang Chengye didn't want to let Qiu Qianren go, thinking of taking advantage of your illness to kill you, he followed Qiu Qianren out of the broken window.

When Yang Chengye came to the courtyard, Qiu Qianren had long since disappeared, but some sticky blood flowed from the ground.

Yang Chengye didn't expect Qiu Qianren to be so cunning, using his own strength to escape.

Yang Chengye followed the dripping blood and ran towards the outside of the city.

"Shoot, shoot him!"

Yang Chengye had just arrived at the city gate, suddenly the city gate was full of ronin, and all of them were holding bows and crossbows with arrows on them, aiming at Yang Chengye.

Just following an order, countless arrows were shot down from the city gate.

Yang Chengye drew out his long sword, and kept pushing the arrows away one after another.

"Kang Long has regrets!"

Suddenly, Yang Chengye yelled violently, and used the ultimate move of Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms.

There was only a dragon chant, and a gigantic phantom in the shape of a dragon appeared, which quickly disintegrated into countless small dragons and crashed towards the city wall.

"Boom"

Following Yang Chengye's use of Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, the city wall immediately collapsed, and at the same time, many ronin fell from the top of the city gate to the ground and were crushed to death by bricks and tiles.

"retreat!"

At this time, another order came from the city wall.

Yang Chengye withdrew his hand and quickly climbed up the gate tower, and there was no one of the Dongying Fusang rogues, and even the city was gone.

"Did it go to heaven?"

Standing by the city wall, Yang Chengye saw many iron claws hanging on the wall, and the ropes on the iron claws hung down the city wall to the ground.

Dust was flying around the city, and one by one the Japanese Fusang wanderers were rushing towards the west.

"Hmph, that's true!"

Yang Chengye snorted coldly, grabbed the rope and slid down the city, and chased towards the west with lightness kung fu.

More than a dozen miles away from Jiaxing City, there is a valley called Que Ling Valley. Que Ling Valley is narrow enough for only two people to pass side by side, and there are steep slopes with strange rocks on both sides.

Que Ling Valley is the only way to go to Lin'an.

Qiu Qianren led more than 40 Dongying Fusang ronin to the valley. Seeing this valley, the Dongying Fusang ronin headed by Morita felt fear.

"Qiu Qianren, this valley is steep on both sides. If someone ambushes and attacks on both sides, our entire army will be wiped out. Are you sure we can pass through here safely?"

Morita said to Qiu Qianren worriedly.

"Humph!"

Qiu Qianren glanced at the cliffs on both sides, and said: "The Song army is building fortifications in Fujian under the leadership of Han Shizhong. There are no soldiers available in the hinterland of the Southern Song Dynasty. Who will stop here?"

"If you are afraid, back away, but I want to remind you, that kid has already chased you, and we will see how you die then!"

After Qiu Qianren finished speaking, he continued to move towards the Bird Ling Valley.

"Ba Ga, one day I will kill you!"

Sang Tian cursed angrily, and led his men to follow up.

Que Ling Valley was not long, less than ten miles, but it was bumpy and uneven, especially Qiu Qianren didn't let them light torches, so the passage was slow.

When Qiu Qianren and the others walked halfway, suddenly countless boulders rolled down from both sides of the cliff, shaking the valley like an earthquake.

Sensing the abnormality of the cliff, Qiu Qianren spread out his light kung fu and quickly swept forward, but even so, a few pieces of gravel passed through the gate of his temple.

But those Japanese Fusang wanderers were not so lucky. Most of them were killed and injured when the boulder rolled down. A few lucky ones also hid aside, trembling.

Morita also looked at the falling boulder with lingering fear, and at the same time secretly hated Qiu Qianren.

Nearly fifty Dongying Fusang wanderers survived, and less than twenty survived.

"kill!"

Suddenly, there was a shout from the hillside, followed by countless figures rushing down from the hillside.

Morita and the others were still in fear, but they were even more frightened when they heard the shouts of killing, and they grabbed their samurai swords and were forced to fight.

It was the disciples of the beggar gang led by Jian Wuwei who charged down on the hillside. Although their force was weak, they waited for work with leisure and took advantage of the geographical advantage.

Although Morita was also extremely tired at this time, his martial arts were not weak, and the samurai sword in his hand flew up and down, beheading dozens of Beggar Gang disciples.

Seeing Morita's bravery, Jian Wuwei raised the bamboo stick in his hand to fight with Morita.

In fact, Jian Wuwei's martial arts are not very high, the reason why he can sit on the position of the helmsman is because he joined the beggars' gang early, and he is highly respected, and all the disciples of the beggars' gang admire him.

After more than a dozen moves, Morita slashed Jian Wuwei's chest with a knife. Fortunately, Jian Wuwei dodged it in time, otherwise he would be cut open.

Jian Wuwei clutched his chest and backed away quickly. Seeing Jian Wuwei's injury, other Beggar Clan disciples shouted, "Master Jian!"

At the same time, more than a dozen disciples of the beggar gang stood in front of Jian Wuwei, blocking Morita.

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