Starting with the divine power of the Great Vajra, he traversed the heavens.

Chapter 554 Sword Demon Fist
Seeing the three powerful retainers rush towards Hongxiu, they struck with deadly force.

Murong Fu looked at Kumārajīva and said in a deep voice, "Master, the witch is dangerous. I hope you will help me defeat her for the sake of my late father's friendship."

Kumārajīva turned his head, smiled slightly at him, and said, "I received great kindness from Master Murong years ago. After we parted, I heard that you had passed away, and I was deeply saddened. Now that the Murong family is in trouble, how can I stand idly by?"

He spoke eloquently, but Murong Fu simply asked, "What does the master want?"

Kumārajīva laughed heartily and said, "Benefactor Murong is indeed intelligent." A glint flashed in his eyes, "This humble monk wishes to enter the Repayment Pavilion!"

"Master is indeed a great monk," Murong Fu said coldly, "He is adept at taking advantage of others' misfortunes."

Kumārajīva said, "How dare I? How dare I? I am truly grateful for the knowledge that Elder Murong gave me about the Seventy-Two Shaolin Arts."

Murong Fu coldly replied, "Father has great ambition, how could I, Murong Fu, be a narrow-minded person?" With a flick of his sleeve, he said, "Once this witch is dealt with, the Huanshi Water Pavilion will be open to you, Master!"

"Excellent!" Kumārajīva was overjoyed, clapping his hands and laughing, "How can I stand idly by when my confidant is in trouble?"

A'Zhu and Qiao Feng, watching their performance, felt as uncomfortable as if they had swallowed flies.

Azhu whispered, "Big brother, this..."

Qiao Feng asked, "Are you conflicted?"

"Yes," A'Zhu said, lowering her eyebrows. "Seeing that you, young master, are about to attack this younger sister with your group, I feel sorry for her, but the Murong family has done me a great favor."

Qiao Feng laughed and said, "No rush. Although there are many of us, we may not be able to defeat this young lady!"

Just then, Gongzhiqian suddenly shouted, slid to the side, and slapped Hongxiu with his palm.

Hongxiu snorted, proudly raising her head, her bones cracking, and a murderous aura emanating from her.

Gongzhi Qian's palm was only half a foot away from her head when he was stunned by her cold, electric gaze. He suddenly cried out and was sent flying backward as if struck by a giant hammer.

Deng Baichuan and Feng Bo'e were immediately shocked.

Gongzhi Qian was known as the "Second Strongest Palm Strike in Jiangnan," and his skill was unfathomable. Who would have thought that he would be sent flying by that woman's glare?
What kind of evil magic did she use?
Just then, a flash of blood appeared, and Hongxiu suddenly appeared in front of him, throwing a punch.

Deng Baichuan and Feng Bo'e shouted, one striking with a palm and the other wielding a knife, as they met the attack.

boom!
The two men groaned, took several steps back, and slowly sat down, staring at Hongxiu with extreme terror.

Hongxiu chuckled and said, "Your kung fu is passable." With a swift movement, she launched a kick at the two of them.

With her strength, that kick would probably turn the two of them into mincemeat.

Suddenly, Murong Fu appeared in the arena, and with a flick of his hands, he gathered his inner strength to deflect the force of the kick.

Crackle!

Splinters of wood from nearby tables and chairs flew everywhere, breaking into several pieces and exploding into dust in the air.

Hongxiu's kick was incredibly powerful. Although Murong Fu managed to deflect it, he couldn't neutralize it. He simply redirected the kick, causing it to strike the table and chairs.

Murong Fu shouted, "This scoundrel is vicious! Masters, attack together!"

"Good!" Kumārajīva laughed loudly, flicked his wrist, and a fiery blade of energy shot out. "Female benefactor, be careful!"

Hongxiu brandished a wooden throwing knife and said, "You're quite polite!" She looked around with a grin, then suddenly flicked her wrist, and the throwing knife flew out with a whoosh.

With a bang, a fireball exploded in mid-air, causing the entire hall to shake.

Just then, Hongxiu suddenly sensed something unusual behind her. Her hearing was superhuman; she could detect even the slightest fluctuation in the air. The movement was so subtle, almost indistinguishable from that of a mosquito or fly; anyone else would have been fatally injured.

Hongxiu pretended not to know anything, and when the other party got close, she suddenly pushed off with both feet and quickly drifted to the left.

call!
An iron hand brushed past her ear.

Gongzhi Qian's sure-fire strike suddenly missed, leaving him momentarily stunned and completely exposed.

Hongxiu chuckled, "You're dead!" Before she finished speaking, she suddenly turned around and, like a gentle breeze, floated behind Gongzhiqian, casually slapping him on the top of his head.

This palm strike was silent and stealthy, like willow catkins falling from mid-air.

Gongzhi Qianzhong remained motionless, not even blinking.

Everyone was puzzled by this, but Qiao Feng, standing on the sidelines, secretly exclaimed "Good!" and understood the mystery.

Suddenly, Gongzhi Qian let out a hoarse cry, fell backward, his eyeballs popped out of their sockets, and a mouthful of hot blood gushed out, spraying more than ten feet high like a fountain.

Everyone was horrified as they watched Gongzhi Qian collapse to the ground, dead beyond any doubt. They were all overcome with grief and wept uncontrollably.

Upon witnessing Gongzhi Qian's tragic death, even with his gloomy nature, Murong Fu couldn't help but feel a surge of anger and bloodlust. He immediately drew his sword and shouted fiercely, "Witch, you're going to die!"

He spoke with barely suppressed grief and indignation, the tip of his sword trembling unsteadily.

But as soon as he finished speaking, the longsword suddenly pointed forward, hovering in mid-air, and his whole body seemed to be cast in iron and steel, without the slightest tremor.

Seeing that he could calm his mind in an instant, Kumārajīva thought to himself, "His temperament is no less than his father's!"

A flash of blood, and Hongxiu landed on the roof beam, crossed her legs, and said with a seductive smile, "Come on~!" As she spoke, she extended her fair index finger and beckoned.

The group exchanged glances, then suddenly shouted in unison and lunged forward.

Hongxiu laughed heartily. Seeing Deng Baichuan coming straight at her with his fists and feet as fast as the wind, she suddenly swayed and appeared to his side, grabbing his arm in mid-air.

Deng Baichuan, though his arm was grabbed, didn't panic. He retaliated with an elbow strike aimed at her temple. Hongxiu met the attack head-on, and with a snap, Deng Baichuan's arm broke, the pain nearly causing him to faint. Taking advantage of this opportunity, the little beggar clung to his back and, with a slight pull,...

Kara!
Deng Baichuan's neck was snapped, and his huge body spun around, crashing down on Feng Bo'e and Murong Fu with a whoosh.

Murong Fu used "Shifting Stars" again to protect Deng Baichuan's body.

Hongxiu quietly appeared beside Feng Bo'e, shattered the single-edged sword in his hand with a palm strike, then grabbed his wrist with her hand. With a forceful pull, Feng Bo'e's wrist bone broke, and he cried out as he knelt down.

At the same time, Kumārajīva struck with a palm, the wind from which was fierce and swift.

It is the Shaolin's ultimate skill, "Eight Strikes of the Divine Palm".

Hongxiu was about to retaliate when she suddenly felt her arm tighten. It was Feng Bo'e's left hand that had locked onto her, and he shouted viciously, "Let's die together!"

When Kumārajīva saw that her arm was entangled, he became even more unrestrained and attacked with even greater ferocity.

Hongxiu shook her head and sighed, "He's quite the man." As she spoke, Iron Palm was already slapping towards her face.

bass!
An unusual sound rang out, and the entire hall suddenly turned red.

Kumārajīva felt as if a bolt of lightning was striking him, and in his surprise, he quickly dodged to the side.

With a crack, the wall, stained red with blood, burst open, revealing a sliver of bright sunlight.

Taking advantage of an opening, Hongxiu gracefully landed, standing with her sword drawn.

The sliver of sunlight that broke through the wall shone on them, staining their blood-stained clothes and curved sword with an eerie halo, as if a demon had descended upon the world.

The hall was deathly silent, with only a heavy stench of blood permeating the air.

In the blink of an eye, the four retainers of the Murong family were almost all killed or wounded. They were all like withered branches and slender twigs, easily broken by the witch.

Azhu and Abi were horrified, finding it hard to believe that the four great retainers could be so easily defeated.

Murong Fu's hands were bulging with veins. His gaze swept over Feng Bo'e, who was now in two pieces. His face was bloodless, but his eyes were as dark and deep as a bottomless abyss.

With her red sleeves gripping the blade, her face displayed a mixture of arrogance and disappointment as she glanced sideways at Murong Fu: "The Murong family seems rather ordinary after all!"

Murong Fu gritted his teeth and said, "You're too arrogant!"

"So what if I'm arrogant?" Hongxiu chuckled. "If you push me too far, I'll wipe out all of you Xianbei dogs!"

"You!" Murong Fu was shocked and furious, pointing his sword at her, unable to speak.

"What do you mean, 'what do you mean, 'what do you mean'?" Hongxiu beckoned with her finger and shouted, "Come here if you dare!"

Suddenly, a chilling female voice rang out: "Who said they wanted to destroy my Murong clan?"

Ok?
Are there any experts?

Hongxiu suddenly felt a towering sword intent approaching, her hair stood on end, her heart pounded, and her soul could hardly stay still.

She had never been in such a situation in her life, and she quickly turned her head to look.

The entrance was deathly silent; someone had appeared out of nowhere.

The man appeared to be around twenty years old, dressed in a simple cloth robe and turban. He had clear features and, although slightly thin, possessed a unique charm.

Hongxiu was so shocked that she couldn't speak for a long time. Suddenly, she rubbed her eyes and screamed as if she had seen a ghost.

"Sister Mo Yan?!"
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Inside the Shaolin Temple.

In the courtyard of the Sutra Repository, Ding'an lay lazily on a bamboo chair, basking in the sun with his eyes half-closed.

A series of "whoosh, whoosh, haha" sounds came from the side; it was Xu Zhu practicing his boxing.

However, the boxing style he practiced was quite unique.

But as soon as the ugly monk opened the door, his whole body suddenly made crackling sounds.

At first, it was faint and weak, not very dense, but gradually it became louder and louder, just like popping beans, and could be heard throughout the venue.

Ding An frowned, turned his head and stared intently at his fists, not blinking.

Suddenly, Xu Zhu shouted loudly and punched out from his waist, striking straight forward.

This punch seemed to be imbued with some kind of divine power; as soon as it was thrown, the snow and mud on the ground flew up.

Ding'an felt a sudden gust of wind on his face, his mouth full of mud. He couldn't help but jump up and spit several times before cursing, "Little monk Xuzhu, you see I'm always hungry, so you feed me mud?"

Seeing that Xu Zhu didn't answer, but instead stood there blankly, forgetting to retract his punch.

He couldn't help but look over out of curiosity, but after just one glance, he swallowed the rest of his words.

Then, in front of Xuzhu, the forest seemed to crack open like ice breaking and a river opening, suddenly revealing a gap more than three zhang wide. Along the way, trees broke, rocks collapsed, and soil surged, as if an earth dragon were turning over.

"My God!" Ding An rubbed his bald head, walked up to him and asked, "Xu Zhu, what kind of fist technique is this? How can it be so powerful?"

Xu Zhu, his expression blank, said in a daze, "This is what the Sweeping Master taught me. He said it's called something like this."

"Kinnara Fist".
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P.S.: Kinnara Fist comes from Ma Ge's "Jianghu Shiyi Lu" and is known as the "origin of all boxing styles in the world".

(End of this chapter)