Arhats Subduing Demons: Starting with The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber

Chapter 63 Heart-killing
Yun Changkong turned his head and saw three riders galloping towards him from the riverbank. They were all wearing straw hats, holding whips, and carrying swords.

Yun Changkong stood at the bow of the ship, took a deep breath and said, "I am unworthy of such words from you gentlemen. May I ask what advice you gentlemen may have?"

He spoke in a calm tone against the wind, yet the people on the riverbank felt as if someone was whispering to them. Considering that he had fought so fiercely, his words were as steady as usual, and they couldn't help but admire him greatly.

One man dismounted, took two jars of wine from the saddle, held them up in his hand, and said loudly, "My lord said that Hero Yun's power in destroying demons and monsters was unparalleled, but he was slandered by villains. We are united in our hatred against this enemy."

Knowing that your journey will inevitably involve slaying demons and monsters, I have specially ordered that I present two jars of fine wine to bid you farewell!

These few words, though spoken softly, sounded like a bolt from the blue.

Immediately, Xianyu Tong and many martial arts practitioners on the riverbank looked at the man, wondering, "This man's internal strength is so formidable, so who is his master?" They were all filled with astonishment.

Yun Changkong stared intently and saw that the man was burly, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, a face as red as fire, and a beard as sharp as needles. He looked very imposing, and he held two wine jars in his hands without moving an inch.

Yun Changkong's eyes flashed, and he thought to himself, "So it was him!"

This man was none other than the "Ming Cult man" that Yun Changkong had seen when he rescued Wang Xiaotian and the Emei disciples in Shanxi.
The two did not meet face to face. Chang Kong simply used his internal energy to laugh and repel the enemy, but they were aware of each other's feelings.

Yun Changkong sighed and said, "Tell your master, I, Yun, am heartbroken for her... alas..."

He was sighing and lamenting, and everyone wondered why he was sighing. Why was he so worried and sentimental?
Zhao Min had the same question, asking those around her, "Why are you so troubled?"

The Xuanming Elders and the others kept their eyes down, remaining silent. Yun Changkong's actions were unpredictable, sometimes righteous, sometimes wicked; what he said was naturally different from what he thought. How could they know?

The burly man raised his voice and said, "It is common for villains to frame people. However, you, sir, are a hero of the world. You should be reasonable and not fail to recognize your enemy!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he shook his arms, and two wine jars flew towards Yun Changkong, whistling through the air.

Yun Changkong's body suddenly grew by about a foot, his sleeves billowing as if buffeted by a gale, but he immediately returned to normal.
Yun Changkong didn't know what was in the wine jar that the strange man had thrown, and he didn't dare to catch it head-on. But as the jar flew closer, he heard the sound of water moving inside and smelled the aroma of wine, so he naturally had no fear.

As the wine jar flew towards him, he suddenly reached out with both hands. Quanzhen martial arts emphasize tranquility and non-action, using softness to overcome hardness. A gentle force was sent out, like a wad of cotton, wrapping the wine jar completely. He then extended his index fingers and nudged the bottom of the jar.

The two wine jars spun around on his fingers like a child playing with a top.

Everyone was shocked. The two jars of wine had been thrown with tremendous force. To catch them would certainly require tremendous strength, but if not controlled properly, the jars would shatter.
However, when he raised his hand, his arm did not bend inward, thus dissolving the force into nothingness. This amazing skill left everyone both amazed and in awe.

The man cupped his hands in praise and said, "Wow, amazing! I regret that I didn't get to meet you last time we met in Shanxi. I am so glad to have the opportunity to learn from you today. The Quanzhen School's martial arts truly deserve to be called the orthodox school of martial arts in the world! I am convinced!"

He had wanted to fight Yun Changkong last time, but his purpose was only to increase the hatred of the Ming Cult. He had no intention of killing anyone. When Changkong raised a beam, he retreated.

But martial arts practitioners are inherently defiant, especially masters who are even more unwilling to submit to others, which is why they revealed their skills.

Yun Changkong thought to himself, "This person's internal strength is so formidable, seemingly no less than that of Ah San and the others, so why is he so unknown under Zhao Min?" He then asked, "May I ask your esteemed name?"

Everyone was curious and looked at this person.

The man said, "My name is not worth mentioning. My master said that the Sky Eagle Sect is determined to kill you, and this is not the only one. You'd better be careful. Farewell!" He then leaped onto his horse.

In the original story, when Zhao Min went to Wudang Mountain, this big man and several others were about to attack Zhang Sanfeng, but they were interrupted by Wei Yixiao who appeared unexpectedly.

He then used Zhao Min's name to fight Wei Yixiao's Frosty Palm technique head-on, reaching a point where they were evenly matched in internal energy. His martial arts skills were indeed extraordinary. However, he never revealed his name and remained unknown to the world.

Everyone turned to look at Yun Changkong.

Some wondered if he would accept the kindness of others, especially Xianyu Tong; others wondered if he would be willing to suffer humiliation and turn back.

Yun Changkong chuckled and said, "Tell your master that if you have the ambition of Genghis Khan and Kublai Khan, don't just play around with fancy tricks. Rumors can melt gold and destroy bones, and I'm sure she's already tasted their power. I'm a kind-hearted person, so I'm just reminding her that the more you climb the mountain, the more likely you are to encounter a tiger. She has more than just the Right Envoy of Light by her side, hahaha..."

The burly man turned around upon hearing the voice and said, "I will certainly pass on the message!" He then spurred his horse and rode away.

Those present instantly realized that this person was under the command of the Prince of Ruyang.

Hearing Yun Changkong's laughter, which resounded through the clouds, Zhao Min and her subordinates were both shocked and angry. They cursed the boy for his viciousness, saying that this was a typical attempt to sow discord.
Who among us is the other Right Envoy of Light?
Doesn't that mean there are still traitors?
Zhao Min already harbored suspicions that Yun Changkong knew so many secrets, perhaps there was a traitor within the Prince's mansion.

But since the Right Envoy of Light has been exposed by him, the two are clearly not on the same side. So, should we investigate the others or not?
Zhao Min slumped down, resting her chin on her hand and pondering, "Isn't he quite clever? From what I'm saying, does he think I arranged all of this?"

She stomped her foot angrily and said, "He's overestimating himself. Does he think he's worthy of me treating him like that? What an idiot!"

She threw a tantrum here.
Xianyu Tong gently shook his folding fan and said in a deep voice, "Young Master Yun, what this person said is correct. As the saying goes, even a good tiger can't withstand a pack of wolves, and a wise man doesn't suffer a loss in front of him. It would be better to discuss this with me at a longer time."

Yun Changkong laughed and said, "I am insignificant and dare not call myself a hero, but it would be too unreasonable for me to back down because of your words."

He spoke modestly, yet in his words he was already addressing a powerful sect leader like Xianyu Tong as a brother. It would be unbecoming of his status to back down because of a single comment from someone else. Everyone then began to speculate: what would he do?

Yun Changkong thought to himself, "I must cross this river. I can't turn back just because of the danger. Losing face is a small matter. If I don't leave today, will their conspiracy just stop?"

There's no reason to guard against thieves for a thousand days. Rather than that, it's better to take a gamble. But accepting Xianyu Tong and Zhao Min's kindness is like asking a tiger for its skin—fraught with danger. Hiring a boat to cross the river, if anything goes wrong, it will endanger the lives of innocent people!

He pondered for a long time, gazing at the rolling river. A gust of river wind blew in his face, instantly refreshing him. He thought to himself, "I'll take a gamble. Whether it's Zhao Min or Xianyu Tong, since they have plans against me, they don't want me to die now. If my life is truly in danger, they might just be a help to me!"

Once Yun Changkong made up his mind, he didn't think twice. He took a breath, took out a silver ingot, and said to the boatman, "I'll buy this boat!" After saying that, he stuffed the silver into the boatman's hand and threw him ashore.

As everyone was astonished, Yun Changkong held a wooden oar in each hand, rising and falling with the left and right oars, and the small boat broke through the waves, leaping forward and sailing into the middle of the river.

Everyone saw that he knowingly walked into danger!

Some people called him stupid!
But those who know him believe that without this kind of desperate courage, he would not be alive today!
Five years ago, Yin Wushou took care of him at the Jinyang Escort Agency!
As Yun Changkong rowed the boat, he picked up a wine jar, removed the mud seal, and took a sniff; the aroma of the wine was irresistible.

He was already thirsty, and thought to himself, "I don't believe there's a drug with the same effect as Ten Fragrant Tendon-Softening Powder!" He immediately tilted his head back and took a sip, carefully tasting the wine.

Once his inner energy circulated smoothly without any abnormalities, he began to drink heartily.

Before we knew it, it was sunset. The sky was ablaze with color, and countless rays of light shone down on the rolling Yangtze River.

Yun Changkong, overcome with pride, sang: "The mighty Yangtze River flows eastward, its waves washing away heroes of the past. Right and wrong, success and failure, all turn to nothing. The green mountains remain, witnessing countless sunsets..."

The sunset was beautiful, but it was nearing dusk, and soon night fell. Then a mournful sound pierced the air and spread around – it was the Conch Shell.

Under the moonlight, a white sail suddenly appeared in the distance.
Yun Changkong frowned, staring intently. In the distance, a massive two-masted ship sped towards them, followed by many smaller boats gathering from all directions. For miles along the river, there were no other vessels.

As Yun Changkong saw them getting closer and closer, and the sound of oars splashing water became clearer, he did not run away, but instead went to meet them.

All that could be heard was the shout from the crowd: "The traitors have delivered themselves to our doorstep!"

Amidst shouts, the boats approached with the wind, and under the illumination of torches, the men at the bow lined up, each holding a powerful bow and nocking a rocket.

In an instant, rockets came flying like locusts, making a series of whooshing sounds. Yun Changkong grabbed the blood-stained long robe, dipped it in the river, and with a flick of his arm, like a sail, he dispersed the rain of arrows.

As the enemy ship drew closer, with hundreds of people on its various vessels, Yun Changkong once again drew his bow and arrow. For some reason, he felt not only unafraid but also filled with an indescribable sense of pride, thinking to himself, "Whether I escape danger or kill someone today, I must land on their big ship."

He raised his voice and said, "Even if the Eagle Sect takes my life today, it won't be glorious. But you've always been shameless, so at least let me die knowing the truth, and leave Yin Tianzheng of the Ming Cult some dignity!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a wild laugh echoed across the river: "Fine, I'll grant you the wish of a dying man."

Knowing that this opportunity was hard-won, Yun Changkong immediately regulated his breathing and prepared to cross the water and board the large ship.

The giant ship stopped rowing and lowered its sails when it reached a distance of more than twenty feet from the small boat in the vast sky. It dropped its anchor and stopped moving forward, while the small boat scattered in all directions.

Two people emerged from the bow of the large ship, both with their faces covered by black veils. Under the bright moonlight, their two pairs of gleaming eyes were clearly visible.

"Yun Changkong, I have been waiting for you for a long time." A powerful voice came from behind.

Hearing his strong breath, Yun Changkong said calmly, "I remember your voice. You are Li Tianyuan, Yin Tianzheng's junior brother. I didn't see you last time!"

"Haha..." With a long laugh, he removed his mask, revealing a square and stern face and a full head of white hair. He said in a deep voice, "Can you see clearly now? Should I get you a torch to shine it on you?"

Li Tianyuan spoke in a teasing tone.

Yun Changkong said, "I have always regarded Yin Tianzheng as a person of importance. Hehe, alas, it is my fault for being wrong. The Ming Cult members are not blind. Why would they rather not have a leader than accept him as their leader!"
Furthermore, what kind of good person could this old man be if he had a father who raised scoundrels like Yin Yewang and Yin Susu?

Li Tianyuan said coldly, "As the saying goes, a dying man's words are good!"

Don't pull my senior brother away. He's full of heroic spirit and will definitely wait for you at the Yellow Crane Tower as promised!

"I have already betrayed the Eagle Cult and established my own sect. Today's events have nothing to do with him or the Eagle Cult!"

Yun Changkong chuckled: "You can play like this? I've finally seen the tricks of you bunch of wicked thieves. Good! Good! Good!"

To break away from the Eagle Sect and kill me is actually the same reason as fearing that Yin Tianzheng's defeat would damage his reputation and destroy the Eagle Sect!
You really are a... loyal and devoted junior brother!

He originally wanted to say "good dog," but as the saying goes, "one wrong move can lead to total defeat; even half a move can lead to surrender." In addition, the enemy outnumbers us, so it's always good to delay a little longer.

Li Tianyuan laughed and said, "You're talking about others. But what good are you anyway?"
You clearly possess extraordinary skills, yet you deliberately feigned an ability to outmaneuver Wufu and Wulu for over two hundred moves, thus successfully assassinating my nephew and crippling him. You then used his life to blackmail my senior brother. Therefore, my actions today are simply an eye for an eye. What right do you have to object?

Yun Changkong chuckled: "You're so sure you'll win?"

Li Tianyuan sneered, "That was just to let you taste it. No matter how big your appetite is, ten or eight rounds like that will make you stuffed!"

With a wave of his right hand, hundreds of men surged forth from the large and small ships, all dressed in black robes and black headscarves, carrying crossbows with gleaming arrowheads that shone brightly in the moonlight. Li Tianyuan said, "Yun Changkong, I, Li Tianyuan, don't want to go too far. If you don't want to become a pile of minced meat, then cut off your own arms, and I'll turn around and leave immediately!"

Yun Changkong chuckled coldly, "You're actually a pretty nice person. Thank you."

Li Tianyuan said, "To be honest, I admire your martial arts skills, but unfortunately you've used them in the wrong place. If it weren't for that, I wouldn't have wasted a single word on you; I would have dealt with you long ago by firing a hail of arrows."

However, on the other hand, in this world, you are truly unique, worthy of being the one whom I, Li, would set up this formation. Your crippling is well-deserved!

"Sigh, you really think highly of me." Yun Changkong sighed, feigning grievance. "But even with both arms cut off, I'm still at the mercy of others. What difference is there between me and death?"

Li Tianyuan thought for a moment and said, "Alright, then you'll be just like your father. Cut off your left arm. Since your martial arts are much better than his, cut off your right leg as well. Swear that you'll avoid the Sky Eagle Sect from now on, and I'll spare your life. Is that fair enough?"

At this moment, Yun Changkong's hatred for the Sky Eagle Sect was beyond measure. He originally only wanted to defeat Yin Tianzheng and expel the Sky Eagle Sect from the sect. As for changing the sect's name, he didn't care.

but now……

Chang Kong exhaled a breath of stale air: "I don't know how you bunch of scum have the nerve to say such a thing?"

"Too much talk leads to mistakes, and too much delay could cause problems. We should deal with him as soon as possible," the person who walked out with Li Tianyuan advised.

Hearing his deep voice, Yun Changkong suddenly remembered and exclaimed, "It's you! Right Envoy of Light, Fan Yao!"

The man turned around, let out a strange laugh, ripped off his headscarf to reveal a mangled face slashed and broken, his expression terrifying. He sneered, "That's right, it's me, Fan Yao!"

Yun Changkong's evil nature also took hold at this moment, and he thought to himself, if I don't die, I must destroy the demon! And I must completely destroy the demon!

Otherwise, this will never end.

Today on the river, what about tomorrow?

We must destroy their sacred flame ourselves, once and for all!
I want to see if Zhang Wuji can save you.
Yun Changkong said coldly, "You've gone to a lot of trouble. Since you have this trick up your sleeve, why spread nonsense in the martial arts world?"

Fan Yao laughed: "You really are stupid. Rumor has it that I placed it in Kaifeng. How could I have known that Brother Li was going to attack you back then?"

His smile was rare, but it was more terrifying than his tears.

Yun Changkong nodded: "You really think highly of me. With your Nine Yin and Nine Yang techniques and your fondness for the Mongol princess, you're labeling me a traitor? Are you afraid I won't die?" He then secretly circulated his internal energy, gathering it in his dantian.

Fan Yao said, "Even a lion uses its full strength to hunt a rabbit. I don't care what means I use as long as I can achieve my goal! Alright, stop resisting and just accept your death!" He raised his right hand, about to order the arrows to be fired, clearly losing his patience.

"No wonder the Purple-Robed Dragon King looks down on you..." Yun Changkong sneered, "She really did have foresight!"

This sentence struck Fan Yao like a bolt from the blue. He was startled and stared blankly at the vast sky, half-awake and half-confused. He stammered, "What...what did you say?"

The Sky Eagle followers were stunned.

"what's the situation?"

"Is there a problem between the Right Envoy of Light and the Purple-Robed Dragon King?"

Yun Changkong sneered repeatedly and said loudly, "I can't be more right that the Purple-Robed Dragon King would rather marry a mediocre outsider than give a second glance to you, the Ming Cult's Right Envoy who is so eager to please him!"

Upon hearing this, Fan Yao was initially furious, then his expression changed, and he swayed as he shouted, "You're talking nonsense! What do you know?"

The Sky Eagle Cult members looked at each other, their suspicions becoming even stronger—Fan Yao's pursuit of the Purple-Robed Dragon King had been fruitless.

Everyone is interested in such matters between men and women, and people always prefer to believe it rather than deny it, which leads everyone to lower their guard a little, wanting to hear more from him.

Yun Changkong said, "I didn't understand the reason before. You, Fan Yao and Yang Xiao, are known as the 'Two Immortals of Freedom.' You are both handsome and highly skilled in martial arts. Why did the Purple-Robed Dragon King, despite the pressure from the sect leader, still look down on you?"

Upon hearing this, the Sky Eagle Cult members also became curious and whispered among themselves, speculating about the reason.

Fan Yao's face turned pale. He stared fixedly at the sky, his lips moving as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.

Chang Kong said, "Now I understand. The Purple-Robed Dragon King is the most beautiful woman in the martial arts world. What elegance and pride she has! The husband she wants is a hero who stands tall and upright!"

Han Qianye's martial arts skills are inferior to yours, and his appearance is inferior to yours, yet he single-handedly stormed Bright Peak and overshadowed everyone in your Ming Cult. In his eyes, Fan Yao is nothing but a fart!

"Enough!" Fan Yao shouted, his eyes flashing with anger. "These are all old stories of my Ming Cult, known to all the old brothers in the cult. You're just stalling for time. Do you think I don't know?"

"Alright, then I'll tell you something that others don't know!" Yun Changkong chuckled and said, "Others say that you, Fan Yao, disfigured yourself in order to infiltrate the Prince of Ruyang's mansion, but I know that you, a good-for-nothing, were rejected in your love affair and gave up on yourself, so you went to serve the Mongol Tartars. But you were afraid of being recognized by your Ming Cult brothers, so you disfigured yourself!"

"Heh, to win someone's favor, you personally killed your own Ming Cult brothers. Tsk tsk, you're really something!"

It turns out that Fan Yao once fell in love at first sight with the Purple-Robed Dragon King. Yang Dingtian and his wife acted as matchmakers for Fan Yao, but the Dragon King directly threatened to commit suicide if anyone dared to force her. However, she ended up marrying Han Qianye, which is the deepest pain in Fan Yao's heart!

Xie Xun, with his knowledge, once said that Fan Yao's disfigurement was not without reason.

Another commotion arose in the crowd, and Li Tianyuan, listening to it, was also quite surprised.

The first major precept of the Ming Cult is that one must not kill fellow members. Even though Yang Xiao, Yin Tianzheng, Wei Yixiao, and others were making such a big fuss over the position of leader, no one dared to kill anyone!
Did Fan Yao actually do it?

Fan Yao said sternly, "You are spouting nonsense today. If I let you leave this place alive today, I, Fan Yao, swear I will not be a human being."

"Swear to never be a human being?" Yun Changkong chuckled. "For us江湖 (jianghu, the martial arts world), the most important thing is loyalty! You attacked your Ming Cult brothers to gain the trust of Prince Ruyang, but when Bang Hu and Zhou Ziwang's rebellion was suppressed by Prince Ruyang, what did you do?"

When everyone looked at Fan Yao, his eyes were lifeless, and his ugly face made him look more like a living ghost.

Then Chang Kong continued, "Of all evils, lust is the worst. The Mongolian princess regarded you as her master, and she saved your life from my hands. Otherwise, how would you have had the chance to stand in front of me?"
A woman's reputation is of utmost importance, yet you deliberately ruined it for your own selfish reasons. You are a despicable, shameless, and utterly vile beast; you have no humanity left to live for, and you still dare to call yourself one of the Two Immortals of Leisure?

In Fan Yao's original story, it's mentioned that Zhou Zhiruo was his daughter with Abbess Miejue, which explains why Abbess Miejue refused to acknowledge Zhang Wuji's feelings. Furthermore, Zhou Zhiruo was targeted by Ding Minjun because of this, causing her distress and ruining Abbess Miejue's reputation – all because of him.

"I didn't!" Fan Yao's eyes were bloodshot.

"You didn't?" Chang Kong said coldly, "That's what I said, it was what the princess said?"

Fan Yao shouted, "I only said in the teahouse that although the princess is young, she is beautiful and looks like a fairy descended to earth. If you, Yun Changkong, like the princess and have a secret affair, that's all just rumors. It's just that your reputation is too great and you attract jealousy, so naturally people spread the rumors vividly. What does it have to do with me?"

"Hehe..." Yun Changkong shook his head: "You really are shameless. Why did you say that the princess is beautiful? Isn't it because you think I'm young and full of vigor, and you deliberately want to provoke others to speculate about romantic feelings between men and women?"
News spreads like wildfire, from one person to ten, from ten to a hundred; hearsay naturally becomes distorted. But can you honestly say you didn't foresee this outcome?

Fan Yao said in a hoarse voice, "So what? That princess may be young, but she is ruthless and vicious, just like you, she is a great enemy of my Ming Cult..."

"Look, you've confessed without being asked, haven't you?" Yun Changkong looked around: "Since you know that he is ruthless and a great enemy of your Ming Cult, why don't you eliminate him? You are not a righteous person like me, Yun Changkong, who comes from an innocent family. If you, a demonic cult leader, don't kill people, aren't you just a member of the Ming Cult with a deceitful mind!"

"I have never seen such a despicable, shameless scoundrel as you! You dare to covet the Purple-Robed Dragon King? You'd rather pour his foot bath water than he'd even deign to look at you!"

Surprisingly, everyone who heard this thought found it to be true!
We are a demonic sect!
They've killed the old and the young before!
My young lady is a formidable fighter; why don't you, the Right Envoy of the Ming Cult, kill her?

Suddenly, Li Tianyuan said coldly, "Yun Changkong, I'll ask you one more time, are you going to cut off your arm or not!"

"I'll chop your mother!" Yun Changkong had fought fiercely with hundreds of people, and his true energy was greatly depleted. That's why he had been stalling for time to recover. At this moment, his dantian was filled with concentrated essence and energy, and he suddenly spoke. His voice was like a dragon's roar, and everyone's ears were ringing. They were so dizzy that some of the more timid people dropped their weapons. Li Tianyuan couldn't help but take three steps back.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Yun Changkong used his full "Arhat Subduing Demon Skill" to throw the oars close to the river surface, and with a push of his feet at the bow, he shot out like an arrow and crashed onto the river.

With this move fully prepared, Yun Changkong, stepping on the oars, truly had the momentum of a thirsty horse rushing to a spring, cutting through the waves and instantly gliding several meters.

However, in everyone's eyes, Yun Changkong seemed to be riding the wind on the rolling river. At this moment, a river breeze came and made his clothes flutter. The moonlight fell down, making him look like a god walking on the waves. The Tianying Sect members were dumbfounded.

Fan Yao and Li Tianyuan were, after all, masters. They were only momentarily shocked by Yun Changkong's martial arts skills, and simultaneously shouted, "Release the arrows! Release the arrows!"

The Sky Eagle Cult members raised and lowered their hands, whoosh whoosh...

Arrows rained down on the sky.

The blood-stained robe in his hand was imbued with his inner strength, resembling a large shield. A flash of light appeared on his right hand, revealing a dark, cold longsword. When the arrows clashed with it, some were swept away and fell into the river, while others were cut off, their arrowheads shooting back towards nearby boats.

Some people were unable to dodge in time, were hit by arrows and fell into the water.
However, after withstanding a large number of arrows, Yun Changkong's true energy was slightly depleted. The key to this lightness skill lies in breathing. With his true energy calmed down, his weight doubled. As his body sank, the wooden paddle was exhausted and could no longer glide.

Yun Changkong shouted, kicked the oar with his right foot, and with a leap, he performed a somersault several feet in the direction of the oar.
At this moment, another volley of arrows came. Yun Changkong waved his long robe with his left hand and his sword with his right, barely managing to deflect them. As he fell, his feet landed right in the middle of the oars.

But as the rain of arrows fell again, Yun Changkong pushed off the wooden oar with his foot, leaped up like a great eagle, faster than a flying bird, and skimmed across the river for several feet before swooping down on the large ship.

Just as they reached the bow of the ship, a flash of blue light shot out from it, accompanied by a pungent, fishy stench. Fan Yao and Li Tianyuan each threw a long spear with lightning speed.

Yun Changkong sighed inwardly, "Not good!" He waved his clothes to deflect the rain of arrows and wielded his long sword to parry the spears. However, Fan Yao and Li Tianyuan were both rare masters. They knew that no matter how high Changkong's martial arts were, if he dodged so many arrows, he would either be injured or killed. But if he parried, his true energy would be exhausted, and he would fall to the river. If another rain of arrows fell, he would surely die!

As expected, Yun Changkong's true energy became turbid as he parried, and his body fell towards the river surface. Another volley of arrows shot from both sides.

Fan Yao's eyes flashed with a fierce light, and he chuckled, "In the end, I'll teach you to die by my hand!"

Li Tianyuan's face hardened, and he snorted, "It seems you're no match for my senior brother!"

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