The Prodigal Disciple of Mount Hua: Seizing All Opportunities

Chen Qianyang stood with his sword drawn, facing the Four Villains.

Although he was alone with only one sword, he was not afraid at all.

"That clown who jumps around like a tree trunk deserves to die!"

His voice wasn't loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly, "Anyone who dares to touch her will first have to ask the sword in my hand. Anyone who dares to touch her again won't just have their hand severed. Sister Huang, it's alright now!"

Huang Rong looked somewhat dazed, staring blankly at the young man before her.

He nodded subconsciously.

The thrill of escaping from a desperate situation overwhelmed her previous despair, making her nose sting and her eyes slightly warm.

This young man, whom she had only known for a short time and whose thoughts were difficult to fathom, made her even more confused at this moment.

If it weren't for that sword strike just now, I wouldn't even dare to think about it...

"You...how could you be alright?!" Duan Yanqing completely ignored Yun Zhonghe's wailing beside him, his ventriloquism filled with disbelief: "'Sad Breeze' is colorless and odorless. When it disperses into the air, inhaling even a trace will cause one to lose all internal energy...you clearly..."

Chen Qianyang shook off the blood droplets from the tip of his sword, his tone indifferent: "The world is full of rare poisons and extraordinary people, how could you possibly know them all? A mere bewitching incense is no match for me, Chen Qianyang."

That being said, Chen Qianyang secretly felt fortunate; if Huang Rong hadn't reacted quickly and alerted him, things would have been very different.

He hurriedly activated the Yin-Yang Mystic Pendant to isolate himself from the influence of the Sorrowful Breeze. At this moment, he was afraid that he had already lost his fighting ability.

His gaze swept over the Four Villains: "These so-called Four Villains seem to be nothing more than a bunch of rats who rely on numbers to win and resort to such despicable tricks. But then again, it makes sense; why would they abandon the Western Xia people and become dogs for the Mongols!"

"Good! Good! What an arrogant brat!" Duan Yanqing laughed angrily, "State your name, the Four Evils do not kill nameless people."

"Huashan, Chen Qianyang!"

"Good, good, Huashan brat." Duan Yanqing's laughter grew even more rampant: "You could have easily concealed your tracks and seized the opportunity to escape, but it's too late now."

Duan Yanqing's killing intent surged. "Yue Laosan! Take him down! Alive! I want to see what kind of tough guy he is. I'll have to teach him a lesson later."

"Boss, it's Yue Lao Er." The giant couldn't hold back any longer: "Kid, I've been annoyed with that fourth kid for a long time. Your sword is indeed quite good."

"Hehe, if it weren't for the boss's orders, I'd actually like to take you on as my apprentice. Now, just die!"

Yue Laosan roared, and the huge crocodile shears, carrying a fierce wind that tore through the air, snapped down like a giant crocodile opening its mouth, cutting down on Chen Qianyang's waist!

This scissor strike was powerful and heavy, enough to split a monument and shatter stone; its power was extremely terrifying.

Chen Qianyang's eyes narrowed, and he wielded his longsword with incredible speed, unleashing a Huashan sword technique.

The ancient pines are welcoming guests!

In his eyes, Yue Laosan's ferocious and violent attacks were transformed into clearly discernible trajectories.

That seemingly impenetrable attack was actually full of flaws.

With proficiency in using the Dugu Nine Swords.

Even if he uses ordinary Huashan sword techniques, he can find his weaknesses and seize the opportunity to strike.

Although these alligator snips are unusual, their principle is similar to that of knives and scissors, focusing on splitting, chopping, twisting, and cutting.

The Nine Swords of Dugu possess a lofty artistic conception, seeking out flaws and weaknesses, and not being bound by the shape of the weapon.

However, there are still traces to be found in the methods of exerting force.

He didn't just seek opportunities to attack; his movements were like willow catkins fluttering in the wind, relying on his swift and agile talent to roam freely.

Faced with those giant scissors powerful enough to shatter gold and split rocks, he switched his swordsmanship to the Hengshan sword style.

Hengshan swordsmanship is known for its ethereal and unpredictable nature, making it difficult to discern the true nature of the opponent's moves.

Among them, the ever-changing, illusory fog is particularly enigmatic and difficult to understand.

Between the real and the unreal, there are often illusory points pointing towards the point where Yue Laosan's crocodile scissors are subjected to force.

The crisp sounds of impact were incessant.

The fight appeared to be intense.

But Yue Laosan's alligator shears never managed to touch Chen Qianyang in the slightest.

Each attack will be met with sword strikes from different directions.

Chen Qianyang's sword always intervened with the slightest margin at the crucial moment when Yue Laosan's strength was about to be unleashed.

Every time Yue Laosan was forced to change his tactics, his seemingly sure-fire scissors always missed by a hair's breadth, resulting in a huge error.

His immense strength seemed to be trapped in an invisible quagmire, and he could only unleash half of his full power. He was covered in sweat and screamed in frustration.

"Damn it! You little bastard! If you've got the guts, go head-to-head with your father-in-law! What kind of hero hides like that!"

Yue Laosan was so angry that his eyes turned red, and his moves became increasingly chaotic.

Chen Qianyang thought to himself that this Yue Laosan was truly as stupid as an ox.

His relentless attacks not only resulted in enormous losses but also created significant openings.

However, Yue Laosan is easy to deal with, but Ye Erniang and Duan Yanqing are tough opponents.

We must find a way to buy time and preserve our strength.

Brother Guo and Sister Huang are both doing their best to expel the drugs.

There must be a method in the Nine Yin Manual to counteract this Sad and Melting Breeze.

Chen Qianyang's mind was as clear as a mirror, and his swordsmanship became increasingly light, agile, and unpredictable.

He cannot use the Dugu Nine Swords at this moment; he must keep this trump card.

Yue Laosan was also provoked and used all his strength to bombard and ram into things.

Chen Qianyang was in grave danger and looked like he was about to be defeated.

The sword technique in his hand had been changed to the Hengshan Wanhua Sword Technique, which is known for its dense and powerful style and is good at defense.

Yue Laosan thought victory was in sight and launched an even fiercer offensive.

However, they were unable to break through Chen Qianyang's sword circle.

Ye Erniang, who had been observing coldly from the side, had a knowing glint in her eyes.

She exclaimed shrilly, "Brother! Something's not right with this kid. He's trying to wander around and buy time for Guo Jing and Huang Rong to expel the poison."

Before Duan Yanqing could give any orders, she had already moved, like a red ghost, and joined the battle!

She produced a dagger as thin as a cicada's wing, its blade flashing like a venomous snake's tongue, targeting Chen Qianyang's lower body and blind spots, perfectly complementing Yue Laosan's fierce and unparalleled offensive.

Suddenly, Chen Qianyang felt immense pressure!

He was facing two villains at the same time, one strong and fierce, the other cunning and ruthless, and was immediately overwhelmed.

Although his swordsmanship was exquisite and he could always deflect fatal attacks at the last minute, the difference in his internal strength began to become apparent.

The Azure Water Sword danced in a circular motion, its bluish-green light protecting him, yet he could only barely hold on, facing constant danger.

That's truly excellent swordsmanship!

Duan Yanqing was increasingly shocked as he looked at it. He had been a wanderer in the martial arts world for many years and had encountered many masters of swordsmanship, but he had never seen anyone who could blend different styles of swordsmanship so perfectly.

Moreover, the young man's swordsmanship seemed to possess an all-seeing eye.

It was created to counter all the moves in the world. Every sword strike is aimed at the most fatal flaw. Its sharp eyes and swift response are simply unbelievable.

This child is so young yet possesses such cultivation; if allowed to grow, he will surely become a major threat in the future! He must not be allowed to live!

Once the murderous intent arose, time did not allow for hesitation.

Duan Yanqing slowly raised the fine iron cane, joined his right index and middle fingers together, gathered all his life's strength, and a scorching and sharp finger wind instantly locked onto Chen Qianyang!

This is the most unique martial art in southern China, the secret technique of the Dali Duan family that has never been passed down: the One-Finger Divine Skill!