Chapter 88 Please Stop

This was the first time Feng Yi actually fought with the five supreme masters. He was full of fighting spirit. During their attacks, their forces were different and each was extremely sharp.

Ouyang Feng was a madman, and he had a leg injured, so he couldn't fully exert his fighting power. Naturally, it couldn't be considered a fight between top masters.

Huang Yaoshi saw the energy coming at him like a drop from the sky. He looked around, smiled, and said, "Good!"

He had fought with Feng Yi in a battle of leg strength, but it was not just a contest of lightness, but also a contest of internal strength, and he had already been secretly in awe. Seeing that Feng Yi's attack was slow, he did not dare to take it directly. He kept his legs still, shook his shoulders slightly, and dodged to the side of Feng Yi, and suddenly slapped him with his palm.

This reaction happened in an instant, as fast as lightning. Feng Yi couldn't help but shout, "Good skills!" and turned around to punch.

Unexpectedly, when the two forces were interacting, Huang Yaoshi's internal force suddenly retracted, Feng Yi's fist missed, and his body leaned forward involuntarily. In that instant, Huang Yaoshi had already changed his moves, went behind Feng Yi, and slapped him directly on the back.

Feng Yi's punch missed, but he was already on guard, knowing that the opponent must have a killer. Although he leaned forward, he suddenly moved sideways three feet, just in time to avoid the palm that Huang Yaoshi was trying to hit on his back. At the same time, he stretched out his long ape arm, and with a whistling sound, a strong wind swept through the air, and his palm swept towards Huang Yaoshi.

Huang Yaoshi suddenly stretched out his left palm and grabbed Feng Yi's right wrist, his move as fast as lightning.

Feng Yi suddenly flipped his right hand and hit Huang Yaoshi's left wrist, but Huang Yaoshi's palm was extremely erratic. It twisted and turned, and hit Feng Yi's chest.

Feng Yi's body slightly tilted to the right to avoid the palm force, and Huang Yaoshi's body followed him like a shadow. The palm force changed from a straight stroke to a diagonal chop, and Feng Yi's five fingers of his right hand immediately shot towards Huang Yaoshi's pulse gate.

Huang Yaoshi's left hand melted away, and his right hand pointed out an arrow, shooting towards Feng Yi's heart. Feng Yi flicked his left hand to block his finger force, and punched out with a whoosh. Huang Yaoshi flipped his palm and slapped out, and the potential of the two fists and palms connected.

With a snap, a whirlwind suddenly emerged, and the two men couldn't help but sway their bodies and took advantage of the momentum to leap back more than a meter.

As soon as the two of them met, they responded and counterattacked, changing from defense to offense, as fast as lightning! However, after several consecutive strange offensive and defensive changes, each of them had a clear idea in their minds, and no one dared to underestimate the enemy. They each retracted their palms, stood facing each other, stared into each other's eyes, and stood still.

Feng Yi thought: "Dongxie Huang Yaoshi is indeed worthy of being one of the Five Greatest Masters in the World. He changed his attack several times in one move. If I hadn't practiced Shenzhaogong and Xuedaojing to perfection, and learned the Nine Yin Manual, I would have been defeated in one move!"

Huang Yaoshi looked at the young man in front of him and was secretly surprised: "No wonder this boy is so arrogant. I have never seen such a wonderful inner strength. It is indeed rare.

But his ability to respond to situations is definitely not something that can be achieved through hard practice, and he also has a lot of experience in martial arts. Where does he come from?

Could it be that there are really dragons and snakes hidden in the deep mountains and swamps? Huang underestimated the heroes of the world."

Although he and Feng Yi exchanged only a few moves, each move actually contained countless variations of moves. There were only a handful of people in the world who could withstand one of their moves.

Back then, Ma Yu in the Tiangang Beidou Formation was easily defeated by him with just one move, which shows how powerful he is.

When Huang Yaoshi thought of this, he laughed loudly and said, "I have never heard of a young man with skills like yours. This time, please try mine!" He slapped out with his left palm. This move seemed to be casual, but it was actually very mysterious.

Feng Yi found that the palm wind was not only powerful but also strange. It seemed both light and heavy, fast and slow. He could not tell the lightness, heaviness, speed and direction of the palm. He could not help but exclaimed "Huh" and suddenly took a step forward. His left hand moved like the wind and quickly tapped the "Qi Hu" acupoint on Huang Yaoshi's chest, then he struck from the side with his right hand.

Huang Yaoshi laughed loudly, took three steps back, jumped into the air, kicked him in the face with his right foot at an incredible speed, and kicked out with his left foot right after.

Feng Yi turned around and dodged the kick. He swung his right hand and a gust of wind hit the opponent's ankle. However, he did not expect Huang Yaoshi to kick him with his left foot.

He flipped over and turned quickly, but Huang Yaoshi shook his body in the air and attacked again with his right foot.

He kicked out with his left and right feet in succession, kicking out six times in an instant.

These six kicks were so fierce that every move was a hair's breadth away. Feng Yi shrank his body and fell backwards: "What a great whirlwind leaf sweep kick!"

Before Feng Yi finished praising him, Huang Yaoshi landed on the ground and suddenly rushed forward, attacking with six palms and six kicks.

His moves were as fast as the wind, his palms were erratic, and his attack was even more fierce, it was the Peach Blossom Falling Petal Palm.

This combination of "Peach Blossom Falling Petals Palm" and "Whirlwind Sweeping Leaf Kick" is called "East Wind Special Skill". If the enemy does not retreat after six moves, another six moves will follow, and the moves will become faster and faster. After sixty-six moves, no matter how many moves there are, no matter how strong the hero is, he will be unable to avoid the palm strike but the kick.

Feng Yi was a man who had experienced many enemies. He remained calm in the face of danger. He took a deep breath, took two steps back, and punched continuously. It seemed casual, but it was powerful and he neutralized all the attacks.

Both of them were fighting fast, and no one used a single move to the fullest. Huang Yaoshi laughed loudly: "Good boy, isn't the Nine Yin Manual boxing so great? Take my 'Qi Men Wu Zhuan'!"

He had read the Nine Yin Scriptures before. The move Feng Yi used at this moment was the Great Demon Subduing Fist from the Nine Yin Scriptures. The power of the fist was truly unstoppable.

While Huang Yaoshi was chatting and laughing, his martial arts changed. His body movements became erratic and he chopped out with both palms in succession, each one faster than the last.

Huang Yaoshi is truly a rare genius in the history of martial arts. His martial arts had reached the pinnacle during the first Huashan Sword Contest. He painstakingly created the "Five Turns of Qimen" in his attempt to win the second Huashan Sword Contest. At that time, Guo Jing was not able to master this set of martial arts.

Now, nearly twenty years have passed. He is over eighty years old and his energy has declined, but his internal strength has become deeper and deeper. After attacking more than forty times, his internal strength shows no sign of exhaustion.

Feng Yi felt a heavy pressure, squeezed vertically and horizontally, with Huang Yaoshi's shadow everywhere. His body was like a fallen leaf dancing in the wind, and he was sailing on the raging sea. He was swept to the left and thrown to the right by the hurricane-like force. It was really uncomfortable. It went without saying that the Great Demon Subduing Fist was difficult to work. He even felt confused.

Feng Yi spun around, his eyes were deep and his expression was strange, like an eternal cold pond. Instead of retreating, he advanced. He suddenly leaned forward, bent his elbows and swung his arms, and lifted up the opponent's left wrist with the five fingers of his right hand. His left hand actually rushed straight into the opponent's palm shadow, and an unparalleled gust of wind swept Huang Yaoshi wildly.

These two moves were full of energy and the palms were moving up and down, showing the demeanor of a master. Huang Yaoshi was proud of his magical power and thought that Feng Yi would be dizzy and collapse when facing the "Five Turns of Qimen". Who knew that this kid was not only clear-headed, but also able to see his attack clearly and fight back. He was shocked and thought to himself, "I didn't expect that I, who prides myself on knowing everything about martial arts in the world, would not recognize his internal power or his martial arts."

Huang Yaoshi felt ashamed, and after a few moves, he couldn't help but shout, "Tantric martial arts?"

Although he did not recognize Feng Yi's martial arts, he had broad knowledge and a keen eye and could see the mystery at a glance.

What Feng Yi was displaying at this moment was the fist and kick skills learned from the Blood Sword Sutra. He was secretly surprised when he heard the origin of the skill in one sentence.

The "Blood Knife Sect" is a branch of the Black Cult and also belongs to the Tantric Buddhism. Although the martial arts of the Blood Knife Sutra have not appeared in the world at this time, its essence remains the same. For a martial arts master like Huang Yaoshi, it is naturally not difficult to see its roots.

Huang Yaoshi had become extremely interested at this moment, and he wanted to see how many tricks Feng Yi had left, so he clenched his fists and feet.

At this time, the fists and palms of both sides changed extremely quickly, and the fight became more and more intense. The two figures intertwined and spun around, spinning like wheels, and it was difficult to tell who was who. Every move was precise and as fast as lightning.

In an instant, the two had exchanged forty or fifty moves.

Suddenly, a few clear and high-pitched cries resounded through the sky. The two people who were fighting fiercely pushed out their palms at the same time. There was a loud "pop" sound, and the lingering sound was long. The energy in the sky was suddenly eliminated.

The figures dispersed, and two people stood opposite each other, with a distance of more than ten feet between them.

Huang Yaoshi couldn't help but praise: "How amazing, how amazing, Wang Chongyang was no more than this back then." After saying that, his hoarse voice let out another long laugh.

The strange expression on Feng Yi's face gradually disappeared, and he returned to his original spirit. He smiled slightly and said modestly: "I am just lucky, it's not worth mentioning. Master Chongyang is a great master, and you compare me with him. I can't stand it!"

Suddenly, he heard a few clear cries in the air. Feng Yi looked up and saw two huge white eagles circling in the sky with their wings spread out to a height of several feet.

Huang Yaoshi suddenly laughed out loud, looking up to the sky, and said, "Great! Great! I was wrong about you. It turns out that Feng Yi is a brave man who knows his own worth!"

When he lowered his head again, his face was as gloomy as water, and he said fiercely: "You little bastard, you killed so many Mongolian officials. Do you know what kind of revenge the Song Dynasty will bring? Can this save the Song Dynasty? Can it save the people from the dire situation?"

"What a joke!" Feng Yi sneered, "Who told you that I did this to save Song? And who told you that I could do this to save people from danger?"

Even though Huang Yaoshi was eccentric, cynical, and acted according to his own likes and dislikes, he was still very surprised at this moment. He stared at Feng Yi and couldn't help asking, "You are not trying to save Song or the people, so what are you trying to do?"

Huang Yaoshi respected loyal ministers and filial sons the most in his heart, and believed that loyalty, filial piety, benevolence and righteousness were the most important principles rather than etiquette and laws. However, Feng Yi's words made him unable to understand this man's behavior pattern.

Feng Yi laughed and said, "If you want to know, win first!"

With a loud shout, he threw a punch as fast as lightning, hitting Huang Yaoshi in the chest and abdomen.

Huang Yaoshi suddenly felt a strong wind blowing on his face, and when he stretched out his palm to meet the attack, he felt an overwhelming force pressing down on him. If it were not for the natural release of his decades of pure internal energy, he would have been unable to resist it, and had to step back to avoid the force.

Feng Yi's fists had already struck in succession, rising from the left and dropping to the right, swinging right and left, like a windmill, throwing out seven punches in succession, but without the slightest sound of wind.

Huang Yaoshi did not dare to be careless and fought back with all his might. Every time he received a punch, he took a step back. He was beaten back seven steps in a row. He could not help but be moved and blurted out, "What a good boxing technique! Is there a name for it?"

Feng Yi shouted, "My fist is called Shadowless!" Seeing that he could not beat an old man, he just went all out this time. Under his feet was the "Heavenly Net" of the Ancient Tomb Sect, which was as graceful as a startled swan and as agile as a swimming dragon. In his hand was the "Shadowless Divine Fist". Both of them were related to the word "fast", and when the two were combined, the power was really skyrocketing.

For a moment, Feng Yi turned into a phantom, and fist shadows filled the sky. The fist wind was like waves, surging up and down, wrapping Huang Yaoshi's whole body.

Huang Yaoshi's body was spinning like a top, punching here and kicking there without any rules. However, with his great strength and clever timing, he was always able to resist Feng Yi's tremendous moves.

The two of them started fighting, and they used more than 40 quick attacks, making sounds like popping beans. Huang Yaoshi exclaimed, "This is Lin Chaoying's martial arts."

He had heard about Lin Chaoying from Wang Chongyang and had also seen Li Mochou's methods. Naturally, he knew that she was the successor of the Ancient Tomb School and the great-granddaughter of Lin Chaoying. He saw that the two had the same lightness skills.

"Not bad!" Feng Yi smiled and said, "Please give me some advice, senior!"

However, when Feng Yi used the same lightness skill, he exhausted all his talent. How could he be compared with Li Mochou? It was like a net in the sky and on the earth, leaving no place to hide.

The "Shadowless Divine Fist" is also Feng Yi's best attack method. The reason why the fist is shadowless is because the speed is too fast, and Feng Yi's body movement is too fast, so it seems that there are shadows everywhere.

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Huang Yaoshi seldom encountered rivals in his life. When he first met Lin Chaoying at Mount Huashan, she had been dead for more than ten years. Later, when he learned of her deeds, he was unable to fight with her, which was somewhat of a pity!

At this moment, he could not help but let out a clear whistle, blocked left and right, broke the attack, suddenly sank his right wrist, and flicked three fingers in succession with "chi, chi, chi", like a spirit snake returning to its body, and his fingers whistled, breaking through Feng Yi's fist wind and pointing at Feng Yi's vital points.

Feng Yi shouted: "What a great finger-snapping skill!"

You should know that this "Finger Magic" is Huang Yaoshi's most profound and unique skill. He relied on this skill together with the "Splitting Air Palm" in the first Huashan Sword Meeting, and was as famous as Wang Chongyang's "Xiantian Kung", the West Poison's "Toad Kung", the North Beggar's "Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms", and Yideng's "One Yang Finger".

After decades of practice, he has reached a state of perfection, even better than before. His true energy is like a fast-shooting arrow or a pointed steel spear, guarding and stabbing at the same time. Although Feng Yi has endless tricks, his momentum is stifled and he is forced to retreat seven steps before his fist strength can block the opponent's finger force.

Both sides used their life-long skills to seize the initiative in one round, forcing the other side to be unable to fight back. However, they were still evenly matched and it was difficult to tell the winner.

Feng Yi knew that he could rely on his deep inner strength and youth to wait for the enemy to run out of energy, but this was not a life-and-death battle, so he was unwilling to do so. He suddenly reached for his waist, shook his wrist and swung the blade. A white light flashed, and Feng Yi had taken out the knife, holding it across his chest, and said, "Master Huang, it's really hard to tell who will win with fists and feet, please show us your weapon!"

Huang Yaoshi reached his hand under his body, raised his hand and waved it towards Feng Yi, saying, "Attack now!"

In his hand, he held an ancient jade flute, about three feet long, with a dark green surface, which emitted a cold light under the dim stars and moon.

Feng Yi said: "My knife is a sharp weapon that can cut iron like mud. If you are afraid of losing, we won't fight!"

Huang Yaoshi laughed and said, "Wow, I won't take advantage of you. If you can cut the jade flute in my hand, I will lose!"

Huang Yaoshi knew Feng Yi's intentions, but young people are arrogant, so how could he not be ambitious? If Feng Yi, a young man, really cut off his weapon, he would be willing to admit defeat.

Feng Yi laughed loudly, and pointed the bloody knife at the opponent's chest.

When Huang Yaoshi saw his knife coming with the man, he relaxed his wrist and flicked the jade flute, which turned into a green curtain to protect the person in front of him.

Feng Yi drew his sword and suddenly swept it downwards. Huang Yaoshi saw his sword coming but remained motionless. He leaned forward slightly, lowered his jade flute, and blocked left and right.

The sound of "ding ding dang dang" of gold and jade broke the silence of the night sky.

Huang Yaoshi smiled and said, "What a great swordsmanship!" His sleeves fluttered slightly, and he casually raised the jade flute, using the move "Xiao Shi Riding the Dragon". With a humming sound, his sword style was graceful and elegant, and the sound of the jade flute was like a dragon's roar, going straight to Feng Yi's "Qi Hu" acupoint.

This is the sword technique that Huang Yaoshi developed from the jade flute. It is subtle and mysterious. The sword turns into jade flute, and the flute becomes the sword.

The two men each have their own unique skills in light Kung Fu, and are evenly matched in terms of boxing and kicking. Now, both of them want to gain the upper hand by using light and fast attack and dispersion styles.

It was truly thrilling. They fought for dozens of moves, their movements becoming faster and faster, until their shadows became intertwined and it was difficult to distinguish between them.

There was white light lingering and cold rays flickering. The two unique weapons were wielding over a wider and wider range, stirring up a buzzing wind that surged back and forth in the mountains, the sound like waves.

Suddenly, Feng Yi let out a clear whistle, bent his waist violently, and leaped more than three feet high. He spun in the air, head down, and swooped down, with his right knife and left palm coming out at the same time.

Huang Yaoshi saw the sword and palm wind, which were like stars scattered all over the sky, and saw Feng Yi rushing down, which was a life-threatening situation. However, the sword and fist wind were already in front of him, and he had no time to think about it. He could only make up his mind, whistled into the clouds, and the jade flute emitted a circle of flute flowers, which turned into a green light, and he went forward to meet them.

The "clang clang" sounds were as frequent as strings of pearls. But just when the two sides were fighting, Feng Yi suddenly retracted his sword. With the index finger of the hand holding the sword, the sword shot out like a sharp arrow, piercing through the circles of green waves created by Huang Yaoshi.

This is a sword move, not a knife move. The movement is swift and erratic. Hong Feiming is in the dark and punches down with his hand, making a whooshing sound.

Huang Yaoshi’s mind flashed with thought: “Not good!” Before he could change his moves, he felt a dazzling flash of light and the sharp tip of a knife stabbed towards his face.

You should know that Feng Yi's move is a unique skill in the "Liancheng Sword Technique", and he has never used it, just to make Huang Yaoshi think that he is only good at swordsmanship, and then suddenly change to swordsmanship.

Huang Yaoshi hadn’t expected this either!

When his son-in-law Guo Jing was twenty years old, his boxing skills had reached the pinnacle without any flaws, but the same was not true for his weapons skills.

This was already a remarkable figure among the younger generation. Even though Huang Yaoshi was unwilling to admit it, he knew that at the age of 20, he was far inferior to Guo Jing.

Who would have thought that Feng Yi was even more talented than Guo Jing! At such a young age, he had not only reached the pinnacle of internal strength, boxing, and swordsmanship, but he could also use swordsmanship? As the saying goes, it takes a hundred days to practice swordsmanship and a thousand days to practice swordsmanship. Swordsmanship is easy to learn but difficult to master. Human energy is limited. Feng Yi is so young, how could he have the time to learn so many martial arts?

However, Huang Yaoshi was, after all, a martial arts master who had enjoyed great fame for decades. Faced with this situation, he leaned his upper body backward while his flute dance turned into a circle of flute shadows, like a dragon shaking its head, dismantling the oncoming sword force. At the same time, his left hand also bent its fingers and flicked out.

One of them was in mid-air, and the other was bent over. This was a serious head-on confrontation with no room for tricks.

Either one of them will be defeated, with minor injuries or serious death, or both will be defeated or die together.

That was a tragic ending indeed.

But at this critical moment, two figures suddenly flew over, as swift as meteors. One of the gray figures was incredibly fast, like a dragon flashing through the air, and shouted, "Please stop!" He spread his hands, one palm hit Feng Yi, and one finger flicked towards Huang Yaoshi.

It was amazing that he used different moves with both hands, but the direction of his moves was what the two people had to save at this moment, which was extremely powerful.

Although Feng and Huang were still fighting, they knew from the strong wind that a master as skilled as themselves had come. Neither of them cared about attacking each other and each tried their best to resist the oncoming opponent.

These three people are all top figures in the martial arts world today. This attack is like the collapse of heaven and earth.

There was a bang, a sound like thunder, which stirred up a gust of wind, and the fine stones and coarse sand on the ground of the valley were immediately blown into the air.

Feng Yi felt an overwhelming force surging at him. He had never encountered such a fierce palm force before. He couldn't help himself and somersaulted three times in the air before falling to the ground.

Huang Yaoshi leaped out over two feet from the ground. Before the two could stand firm, a black shadow suddenly appeared, like a rabbit, with a gust of wind as its sleeves flew by. It landed beside Huang Yaoshi, its long sleeves fluttering, and shouted, "Daddy!"

Feng Yi looked around and saw a man and a woman on the field. Under the moonlight, the man had thick eyebrows and big eyes, a broad chest and a straight waist. He was about thirty years old and had a slight mustache on his upper lip.

The woman looked less than 30 years old, with a beautiful face and a pair of extremely lively eyes. She pulled Huang Yaoshi's sleeve. As soon as Huang Yaoshi stood firm, he suddenly looked annoyed and turned his head away fiercely.

(End of this chapter)