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Chapter 87 Fang Yunhua Makes a Move (35 words per day)

Just as the first drop of blood was about to splash onto Xue Xiaoren's throat, Yuan Suiyun's left palm pressed heavily onto the trunk of the maple tree!

The power of the cinnabar palm penetrated the tree bark, and dark red lines appeared as if blood vessels were surging. The entire maple tree withered rapidly in three breaths, and the crisp sound of the annual rings cracking was like bones breaking!
At this moment, Shangguan Cangxing's Dragon and Phoenix Mother-Child Rings arrived with a fierce gust of wind, and Yuan Suiyun's palm technique suddenly changed, transforming into a powerful fist!
He unleashed the Dragon-Locking Stance from the Arhat Fist of Subduing Dragons and Tigers. Wherever his fist struck, the withered tree trunks shattered, and the fragments of wood coalesced into an invisible barrier of energy in front of the ring blade!
What's even more amazing is that those scarlet patterns still hang mysteriously in mid-air, intertwining to form a deadly cinnabar poison net!

Seeing this, Shangguan Cangxing decisively stepped forward. In the instant he changed direction while holding the double rings, Yuan Suiyun suddenly stepped backward with the Seven Star Step. Using the Iron Bridge technique of the Zombie Fist, his back slid more than ten feet away from the ground, and black smoke billowed up from the decaying leaves wherever he passed!

This is a unique secret method to force the corpse poison underground!
At this moment, Yuan Suiyun's true killing move has arrived!
It is the Mahamudra of the Gelug school of Tibetan Buddhism!
But when he leaped up and struck the maple tree stump, all the residual energy from his previous moves—blood dew, red patterns, wood chips, and black smoke—was gathered into his palm print. The powerful palm wind formed a radiating light wave that directly engulfed Xue Xiaoren and Shangguan Cangxing!
"Impressive skills!" Scale Master exclaimed. "He had already lost the initial battle in terms of momentum, but now, through the successive attacks of Flowing Cloud Sleeves, Vermilion Palm, Dragon Subduing Tiger Arhat Fist, Zombie Fist, and this Great Handprint, he has displayed the might to fight two opponents at once!"

"I never expected the former young master of Wuzheng Manor to have such strength. Among the younger generation, even the recently famous Chu Liuxiang is probably far inferior to him." Tuopo took over the conversation, also quite surprised.

The elderly couple were surprised that Yuan Suiyun possessed so many unique skills, but they did not question the origin of his martial arts, because they could find a corresponding reason for each of the martial arts Yuan Suiyun had mastered.

Shaolin and Wudang were already on good terms with Wuzheng Manor, and their father had been kind to the Yan family who had mastered the Zombie Fist.

As everyone knows, the old manor lord had his precious son Yuan Suiyun when he was over fifty years old. However, when the boy was three years old, he suddenly fell seriously ill, which caused him to go blind.

This made the old manor owner dote on him, basically giving him whatever he wanted.

With his connections over the years, plus the favors accumulated by Wuzheng Manor, acquiring a few unique skills would be no difficult task.

Unless it's a secret technique that can't be passed on to outsiders, such as the Thirteen Styles of Qingfeng from the Huashan School, or the Forty-Nine Hands of Returning Wind and Willow Sword from the Bashan School.

As for the long-lost Cinnabar Palm and the Great Mudra originating from the Yellow Sect of Esoteric Buddhism, there is even less to say about them.

With the background of Wuzheng Manor and his rather unique upbringing, Yuan Suiyun will not arouse anyone's suspicion as long as he does not reveal his most crucial martial arts skills.

Amidst the sighs of the scale master and the stonemason, a completely new change was taking place on the battlefield.

At that moment, Xue Xiaoren's sword flashed once in the moonlight.

It wasn't that the sword was slow, but that it was so fast that it didn't even have time to create an afterimage. In an instant, it made the cross-section of the broken branch seven steps away as smooth as a mirror, while the fallen tree trunk shattered into wood fibers before it hit the ground!

He was like a sharp arrow, directly breaking through that powerful handprint head-on!
And those wooden fibers, thinner than a hair, seemed to be drawn by the murderous aura, suddenly turning and shooting towards Yuan Suiyun's Fengchi acupoint behind his ear like a rainstorm!

On the other side, Shangguan Cangxing was even more domineering. His rapidly spinning dragon and phoenix rings seemed to form a howling storm, directly repelling the incoming crimson poison and black smoke. This time, the target even included Xue Xiaoren!
Yuan Suiyun's first priority was to deal with the wooden fibers. As he used his flowing cloud sleeves to roll up, sixteen ice silkworm threads hidden in his sleeves stuck all the wooden fibers to the ground!
His left knee dipped slightly, a seemingly unbalanced movement, but it was actually the Crouching Dragon stance of the Arhat Fist of Subduing Dragons and Tigers.

When Shangguan Cangxing's Dragon and Phoenix Mother-Child Rings flew over and easily shredded the Ice Silkworm Net, the wooden fibers were already soaked in the heat poison it carried, leaving red spots on his ring blades. They then swirled back under the push of Yuan Suiyun's flying sleeves!

Shangguan Cangxing narrowed his eyes. He had no intention of dodging the poisonous wood threads. He channeled his inner strength and, after catching the double rings and colliding with them, the resulting sonic waves shattered the poisonous threads into dust!
At that moment, a flash of sword light appeared behind him!

It's Xue Xiaoren!

With uncanny and extraordinary lightness skill, he arrived as if stepping on a shadow, and a sharp finger strike hit Xue Xiaoren who suddenly appeared!
It was Yuan Suiyun! With a twist of his waist, the dragon and phoenix rings that sped past were like a heaven-cleaving blade, slashing diagonally to the left and back, pointing directly at Yuan Suiyun!

The sharp blade, due to the intense friction between the ring-shaped grooves and the air, ignited a burst of intense heat!

It's Shangguan Cangxing!
"Oh no!" Just as the scales and the shovels were about to fall silent, a sudden gust of wind stirred up their ears, startling them even more.

In a daze, they seemed to see a flash of sword light appear suddenly.

No, it could also be the moonlight shining from the moon, which is already high in the sky.

Fang Yunhua's sword strike was quieter than moonlight.

Just as the three deadly attacks were about to strike their targets, a Lingxiao sword, riding the wind, leaped to the center of the battle!

The sword remained still and silent, as if it were meant to be there. This was precisely the most fatal weakness where the three people's energies intertwined!
At the same time, thirteen maple leaves suddenly defied common sense and floated upwards.

The first leaf brushed past the tip of Xue Xiaoren's sword, and the sword, which was so fast it was invisible, slowed down by a third.

The second leaf brushed past the ice silkworm silk in Yuan Suiyun's sleeve, causing the sixteen silkworm silks to fall. At the same time, a frost-like energy that spread to his wrist caused his finger strength, which was about to be unleashed, to freeze for a moment.

The third leaf struck the dragon and phoenix ring, and although it was directly shattered, it extinguished the flames that had appeared on Shangguan Cangxing's ring blade.

The remaining ten leaves formed a perfect circle, enveloping the three of them. Under the pull of the swirling wind, they seemed to form ten sharp sword lights, forcing them to withdraw from the frenzied emotions of the battle!

The three of them immediately stopped the killing move they were about to unleash.

Fang Yunhua's figure slowly emerged. His left hand was behind his back, and two fingers of his right hand lightly rested on the hilt of his sword. He looked like an unfinished ink painting, ready to be absorbed into the moonlight at any moment.

"The three of you." As he spoke, the newly risen thirteenth leaf fell just in front of him. "The maple forest is heavy with night dew, perhaps—"

With a light flick of the sword tip, the fallen leaf split in two, one half pulverized into dust, the other half solidified into frost.

"—Have a cup of hot tea."

Centered on it, all the maple leaves stirred up by the true meaning of the Thirteen Styles of Gentle Breeze froze for a second almost simultaneously.

Then, an even colder chill spread from Fang Yunhua's body in all directions!

These maple leaves no longer seemed to be imprisoned by the profound icy energy contained within their true intent; rather, they had suddenly forgotten how to fall.

(End of this chapter)