Chapter 90: Ouyang Fanhuang
In an instant, Yi Yunke shouted, "Cloud-Turning Soul-Chasing Hand!" The combined force of his fist and palm descended from the sky, directly attacking Ling Xueyan.
At the same time, Ling Xueyan also blurted out: "One sword shatters the sky!" Incomparably powerful, all the power was contained in one sword, as if the sword body had expanded dozens of times, and it pierced straight at Yi Yunke.
As the two techniques clashed, the force of their impact dissipated, sweeping across the surrounding area. Ling Xueyan was thrown back by the force, collapsing to the ground and spitting blood. The sword force pierced through Yi Yunke's qi force, striking him squarely in the left chest. Although he landed on the ground spitting blood, he still stood majestically.
Ling Xueyan clutched her chest, slowly rose, and said, "The Cloud-Turning Soul-Chasing Hand truly lives up to its name!"
Yi Yunke wiped the bloodstains off with his left hand and said boldly, "You are no less impressive. Your swordsmanship is superb. You are worthy of being Ling Beixiao's daughter."
Ling Xueyan thought to herself that if Yi Yunke forced her to kill him, she would no longer hide and would use the Fine Rain Levitation technique to ensure her survival.
Just then, Shi Jianfeng and Nie Han arrived with their men at full speed. Upon seeing the situation, they immediately dismounted and stepped forward, asking Ling Xueyan with concern, "Master, are you alright?"
Ling Xueyan: "I'm fine, it's good that you're here!"
Nie Han turned to Yi Yunke and shouted, "Let me have a go at City Lord Yi!" With that, he vigorously swung his sword and charged towards Yi Yunke.
Upon seeing this, Xiong Ba roared, "What kind of brute are you? Stop being so arrogant! Take this!" As he spoke, he swung his sword at Nie Han.
Both men wielded short-handled broadswords, and upon their first exchange of blows, they immediately recognized each other's skill level.
Xiong Ba shouted, "I am Xiong Ba! Who are you? State your name!"
Nie Han said, "It is Nie Han! Today, your life ends."
After saying that, they unleashed another flurry of sword strikes, the two battling in strength, power, speed, and footwork. Each move was graceful and powerful, the force of the sword flowing endlessly with each strike.
Seeing that Yi Yunke was already seriously injured, Shi Jianfeng had his own plans. He said to Yi Yunke, "City Lord Yi, please allow me to learn your skills!" After saying that, he drew his sword and attacked Yi Yunke.
Upon seeing this, Chen Qingyun and Zhu Xuan simultaneously leaped to block. Chen Qingyun wielded two Tai Xuan swords, while Zhu Xuan held an iron rod; together, they resisted Shi Jianfeng's attack.
Seeing the situation, Shi Jianfeng launched a rapid sword attack, each move displaying his considerable swordsmanship. The three were locked in a stalemate.
Seeing this, Yi Yunke wanted to capture Ling Xueyan. Just as he was about to make a move, two figures flew in from afar and stood firmly in front of him. The newcomers were the Grandmaster and the Young Emperor.
Ling Xueyan was secretly delighted to see the two of them. Fortunately, she had made a judgment in advance and did not use the Fine Rain Levitation. Otherwise, revealing her strength would have been very bad.
Yi Yunke: "Who goes there?"
The Grandmaster waved his goose-shaped fan and said calmly, "What use is it to tell a dying man this?"
Yi Yunke: "How dare you boast! Then show me your skills!" As he spoke, he raised his palm and gathered his strength, preparing to attack the two.
The Grandmaster sneered, and was about to make a move when a poem rang out from behind: "Raise the vast waves, let the mountains and rivers surge, and roar in all directions. Fight the fire and heat, hide your swords and spears, and honor our Brahma Emperor."
As the clarion call resounded, everyone looked toward the source of the sound, only to see Ouyang Fanhuang, with an imposing aura, stepping into the battle circle, bringing with him an aura of death.
Yi Yunke saw that the newcomer had white hair but a youthful face, an extraordinary aura, and wore a red and white embroidered robe that highlighted his noble status. His red cloak billowed and swayed with the energy he exuded, showcasing the demeanor of a chivalrous knight. His cold eyes sent chills down one's spine, and his composed and dignified bearing revealed the domineering presence of a king.
When Emperor Ouyang Fan came forward, Ling Xueyan, the young emperor, and the grandmaster all respectfully greeted him, "Emperor Fan!"
Ouyang Fanhuang ignored him, turned to the side and pointed at Yi Yunke opposite him, saying domineeringly, "Today, let me witness your signature move, the Cloud-Turning Soul-Chasing Hand!"
Yi Yunke asked suspiciously, "Who are you?"
Ouyang Fanhuang: "Ouyang Longyuan!"
Upon hearing this, Yi Yunke was greatly surprised and immediately said, "Ouyang Longyuan! Didn't you die more than twenty years ago?"
Ouyang Fanhuang's brows furrowed, and he said calmly, "Back then, Tianmen was rampant, and chivalrous heroes filled the halls, leaving me no place to stand. Now, Tianmen no longer exists, and the heroes have vanished without a trace. I have emerged from my seclusion, and I am no longer the same as before. I will now let the world feel my wrath! And you will be the first!"
Knowing that death was imminent, Yi Yunke said, "Since that's the case, then let's go!"
Knowing his opponent's capabilities, he immediately unleashed his ultimate move, leaping forward to once again execute his signature move, the Cloud-Turning Soul-Chasing Hand.
Seeing this, Ouyang Fanhuang chuckled and said, "Very good, show me your abilities, don't disappoint me!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Ouyang Fanhuang stood in a bow stance, his left hand behind his back, as if he were about to take on Yi Yunke with one hand.
Yi Yunke hovered in the air, channeling all his inner energy. He formed a fist with his right hand and raised a palm with his left, combining the two techniques with immense power. He then proclaimed, "Cloud-Turning Soul-Chasing Hand!" Instantly, the powerful move struck down.
At this moment, Ouyang Fanhuang's true energy swirled around his entire body. He raised his right palm, gathering strength, and calmly uttered, "Hands behind my back, I stir up a storm of dust!"
In an instant, the two powerful forces clashed, stirring up dust and wind. Ouyang Fanhuang's foot sank three inches, and his energy swept across three zhang.
The two were evenly matched at the first moment of their exchange. As their energy surged forth and they continued to clash and resist each other, Yi Yunke gradually felt the pressure and his body slowly fell until he landed on the ground.
After a moment, Ouyang Fanhuang intensified his anger and said coldly, "Bolt!"
Yi Yunke's blood and qi surged, and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, but he still persisted in continuing to resist.
Seeing Yi Yunke's tenacity, Ouyang Fanhuang secretly admired him and laughed, "You're not bad! Surrender to me, and I'll spare your life!"
Seeing this, Ling Xueyan was shocked. She did not expect that Ouyang Fanhuang could not only catch the palm with one hand and withstand the force of the qi with his body, but also suppress Yi Yunke to this extent.
Yi Yunke's hands were already struggling to withstand Ouyang Fanhuang's powerful energy, and his internal organs had long been injured. He barely managed to hold on with his indomitable willpower.
Hearing Ouyang Fanhuang's words, he whispered, "Yi Yunke has never known what surrender is in his life!" As he spoke, blood kept flowing from his mouth.
Upon hearing this, Ouyang Fanhuang was furious and said coldly, "Stubborn to the end, I'll see how much more you can do." As he spoke, he unleashed his power again and pressed down with his energy. Yi Yunke's feet sank three-tenths of an inch into the ground, and his left kneecap shattered instantly.
Yi Yunke spat out blood and groaned in pain, "Ah!" but still refused to bend his knees.
Ouyang Fanhuang asked, "Well, have you come to your senses? As long as you kneel down, I will spare your life."
Yi Yunke replied weakly, "Don't even think about it!"
Ouyang Fanhuang shouted, "If you don't know whether you're alive or dead, then I'll grant your wish!"
In an instant, Ouyang Fanhuang's energy surged again, and Yi Yunke could no longer hold on, his legs slowly buckling. With a sudden palm strike from Ouyang Fanhuang, Yi Yunke finally knelt on both knees, his head bleeding profusely, and died on the spot.
At this moment, Ling Qichen rode his horse to a distant place and saw Yi Yunke die tragically on the spot. He hurriedly spurred his horse and galloped towards Longyang City.
Those below Yi Yunke were terrified to see him kneeling on the ground. Chen Qingyun and Zhu Xuan shouted at the same time, "City Lord!"
Immediately, the two men drew their weapons and attacked Ouyang Fanhuang. Seeing this, Ouyang Fanhuang sneered, "How can an ant like me contend with a tiger!"
Ouyang Fanhuang unleashed a powerful strike with both hands, engaging the two men in hand-to-hand combat. After three moves, he swung his red cloak and delivered a powerful palm strike, causing the two men to fall to the ground, blood trickling from their mouths.
Ouyang Fanhuang turned around and said coldly, "If I were to take your lives, it would only take the blink of an eye. Surrender is the only way to preserve your decaying bodies." After saying that, he looked at them coldly.
Xiong Ba had already lost the battle with Nie Han. Seeing that Yi Yunke was dead, he sheathed his sword, knelt down and said, "I am willing to submit and serve you!"
Upon hearing this, Zhu Xuan roared, "Xiongba, what are you saying?"
Xiong Ba: "Hall Master Zhu, now that the City Lord is dead and the situation is hopeless, City Lord Ouyang is magnanimous and will not be killed if we surrender. Why should we continue to be so stubborn!"
After considering his options, Chen Qing said, "Brother Zhu, that's enough. In the current situation, any further resistance would only be a death sentence."
Upon hearing this, Zhu Xuan sighed and knelt down in submission.
Seeing this, Ouyang Fanhuang laughed and said, "Very good! Grandmaster, these three people are now in your hands!"
The Grandmaster bowed and said, "Yes!"
Ouyang Fanhuang: "Ling Xueyan!"
Ling Xueyan: "Your subordinate is here!"
Ouyang Fanhuang: "Yi Yunke's pride is admirable; he truly deserves to be called a hero. You must take good care of his remains and give him a proper burial in Longyang City!"
Ling Xueyan: "Yes, sir!"
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