Chapter 42: Sister, Save Me!

  Chen Xiao shouted like this because it was the result of his analysis when he was watching the battle earlier.

  The Flame Blade technique adopts the principle of using both palms to face the enemy and both legs to work behind. The internal force of the whole body is all based on the double palm strike, while the double leg provides a continuous cycle of internal force.

  At this moment, it was the time when Jiumozhi's full strength burst forth and competed with Hong Qigong in internal power. If he disrupted his path of internal energy circulation at this juncture, he would definitely suffer a great loss!

  Zhou Botong had always liked to play pranks, regardless of the occasion or location. At this time, after hearing Chen Xiao say that, he burst out laughing and said: "Little brother, listen to me! Look at my move, White Horse in Empty Valley, empty as can be!"

  He rushed up close and his two hands immediately became two completely different 72 routes of Kongming Fist.

  The left hand's five fingers formed an eagle claw, grasping towards the center of Jiumozhi's right thigh, at the Weizhong acupoint. The right hand, however, was grabbing towards Jiumozhi. If this grab was successful, Jiumozhi's little brother would become "empty and hollow".

  The old rascal usually fights with his left and right hands, and although he can't do things like hitting a cow over a mountain or using empty fist techniques from a distance, when it comes to close combat, the power of his 72-route Empty Fist combined with his own invention, the Mutual Striking Technique, is said to be unparalleled in this world.

  Jiumozhi was furious and glared at Chen Xiao with a fierce gaze, shouting: "You stinky little brat, you can't stay here!"

  He said, his legs subconsciously prepared to dodge Zhou Botong's two Empty Fist techniques.

  No wonder he was so furious, his Flame Blade Divine Skill had always been invincible, and it was even because of this that he became one of the six greatest in the world. However, he knew that the only weakness of this Flame Blade skill was the internal force circulation in the Foot San Yang meridian on both legs.

  It doesn't matter in normal times, but once it comes to competing with internal force, if the circulation of leg strength is disrupted, it will be extremely dangerous.

  Now it was Chen Xiao who suddenly saw through him and instantly made up his mind to kill.

  The Six Pulse Divine Sword can be ignored, but one's own martial arts' greatest weakness must never be revealed to anyone.

  At this moment, Jiumozhi steeled himself and, risking internal injury, suddenly leapt up and charged straight towards the direction where Chen Xiao had fallen into the water, unleashing six Flame Knives in mid-air.

  The sword's energy was unbridled and chaotic, as if the air itself was being torn apart.

  Old Demon and Hong Qigong rushed forward at the same time, Hong Qigong's internal energy burst out again, spitting out a mouthful of blood, attacking countless palms towards Jiumozhi's back, with momentum filling the sky, it was indeed the profound move "Mi Yun Wu Yu" from the Dragon Subduing Palms!

  The old rascal's air-sealing fist was not effective, but his swimming skills were extremely good. He suddenly leaped into the air and launched three punches and four kicks at Jiumozhi's back, using the 72nd route of the Kongming Fist technique.

  "Rumble, rumble, rumble——!!!"

  Kouw Mo-chih's Splitting Air Palm was powerful and unmatched, while Hung Chi-kung and Chow Pak-tong's offensive was also extremely fierce. The Flame Knife chopped into the water, Hung Chi-kung's Secret Clouds Don't Rain and Empty Clear Fist then violently pounded on Kouw Mo-chih's body.

  "Pffft——" "Pffft——" "Pffft——"

  Three successive sounds rang out, the first being Qiu Fengyi being struck by Hong and Zhou. The combined force of their attack was enormous, causing a surge in his internal energy, and for the first time, the invincible Qiu Fengyi was injured, spitting out a mouthful of blood. Fortunately, Hong had suffered severe injuries, and Zhou's body was suspended in mid-air, unable to exert more than 50-60% of his true strength; otherwise, Qiu Fengyi would have been killed by the combined attack of these two great masters.

  The second voice is Hong Qigong exhausting his true yuan, injuring himself further.

  As for the third cry, it was Chen Xiao who grabbed a wooden log and dived into the water a bit late, only to be struck by Ji Mo Zhi's flame knife in the chest!

  With this slash, Chen Xiao's entire body floated towards Taihu Lake. However, Chen Xiao, relying on his last breath, tightly grasped the floating wood in his hand and didn't dare to loosen it by half a point. As he drifted further away, Juemo Zhi was unable to chase after him no matter what.

  Zhou Botong saw Chen Xiaoqi drifting away, and Jiumozhi also saw that things were not going as planned and escaped in an instant. Suddenly, his feet jumped wildly, and he flew into a rage, saying: "Little brother ran away, this stinky monk also ran away, I haven't even learned his flame knife yet, it was fun just now, but in the blink of an eye only old beggar is left." As he spoke, he sat on the ground and burst out crying, wildly pulling at his beard: "You damned old beggar, why did you let that stinky monk go? His flame knife was so much fun, if I had learned it, Empty Fist paired with Flame Knife would be so powerful! It's all because of you, waaahhh——"

  The old rascal cried and made a fuss for a while, but seeing Hong Qigong's face as pale as gold paper, he knew he was in trouble and soon stopped crying. He helped Hong Qigong up and said, "Alright, alright, let's not play anymore. If we continue, Old Beggar will surely die. Do you have a branch nearby? I'll send you there."

  ……

  Chen Xiao was drifting in Taihu Lake, and now his life recovery speed has reached a bonus of 120%, and the flame knife he suffered was also blocked by water to cancel out most of its power. He only suffered some internal injuries and woke up soon after.

  Just as Chen Xiao was deep in thought, wondering what to do next, he suddenly heard the sound of a gentle voice. On the green ripples of the lake, a small boat floated by, and Chen Xiao focused his eyes on it. It turned out to be a young girl in a green shirt, holding two oars, singing a little tune as she slowly rowed towards him.

  The girl's singing voice was soft and innocent, joyful and moving.

  Only to see that the girl's slender hands were as white as jade, reflecting the green waves, and seemed transparent. Chen Xiao thought: "This girl's singing scene feels so familiar, could it be Murong Fu's personal maid, Ah Bi?"

  Just as he was about to wave his hand, the girl rowed her small boat and had already approached him. As soon as she saw Chen Xiao, she let out a surprised cry of "Ah yo!" and asked: "How did this young master end up drifting in the lake? I didn't know you were still alive?" As she spoke, she stretched out the wooden oar and gently poked it towards Chen Xiao.

  Her voice was extremely sweet and clear, making people feel unspeakably comfortable upon hearing it. The girl was about sixteen or seventeen years old, not extremely beautiful, but had a full twelve points of gentleness, plus eight points of looks, making people feel that her whole face was filled with gentleness, and her whole body was full of elegance.

  "Brother save me! I don't know how to swim!"

  The girl smiled and pulled Chen Xiao onto the small boat, saying: "Young master, with such an appearance, where did you come from, and how did you end up in the water?"

  Chen Xiao didn't care about being a drowned rat, but instead carefully wiped the water from his hair and face, smiling as he replied: "Don't mention it. I was caught by an evil monk, luckily someone lent a hand, or else who knows what would have happened now? By the way, how should I address you, little sister? You're so beautiful, surely you're the daughter of some wealthy family?"

  The young girl heard Chen Xiao's praise and giggled, saying after a while: "Young master, don't talk nonsense, I'm not as beautiful as you said. I'm just a little maid who serves my family's Murong young master to play the zither and blow the flute, named Abi. Don't be polite with me, just call me Abi!"

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  This book can only try its best to imitate Abi's tone, so please don't take it too seriously, fellow heroes.