The Legend of the Condor Heroes: From Being Expelled from Peach Blossom Island

Chapter 35 All parties take action
The spear hung in the air, and the weight of fifty or sixty kilograms did not shake at all. Cao Mao held the spear in his right hand, his eyes wide open, and took a bow step forward. Deep footprints immediately appeared under his feet. He exerted force from the ground, kicked his legs, thrust his hips, twisted his waist, and then shook his right shoulder violently. The muscles in his arms bulged, and he stabbed out.

The ten-foot-long steel spear was like a strange python coming out of a cave. The golden spear tip made a sharp sound as it cut through the air and pierced straight into Qian Yang's eyebrows like lightning.

Qian Yang's face changed drastically, and he no longer cared about pretending to be pitiful and asking his wife for help.

He exerted force with his feet, lowered his shoulders and twisted his waist, and took several steps back to the left and rear to avoid Cao Mao's thunderous shot, but Cao Mao's gun was too fast. Qian Yang had to twist his body into the air in a hurry, twisting himself like a twist, and at the same time kicked the gun with all his strength with his right foot.

With a thud, Qian Yang used all his strength to kick Cao Mao's spear away, and at the same time used the force to bounce his body back and fall heavily to the ground. Ignoring the pain, he immediately rolled over to distance himself from Cao Mao.

Cao Mao failed to hit the target with his first strike, and his expression remained unchanged. He retracted his spear, held it with both hands, and immediately attacked Qian Yang.

There are thirteen basic spear techniques, including shaking, buckling, stabbing, collapsing, chopping, picking, wrapping, twisting, locking, and horizontal movements. Most of the uses require the flexibility of the spear barrel, so that the moves can be flexible and varied. When the spear is thrust out, the spear will shake wildly, making it impossible to defend against.

But a heavy iron spear with a metal barrel like Cao Mao's emphasizes hard bridges and hard horses, and complete battlefield spearmanship.

Most of the moves such as shaking, wrapping and twisting have been abandoned. The main ones used are stabbing, chopping, horizontal and locking. It is both a spear technique and a heavy stick technique. Once it is performed, the force is as heavy as a thousand pounds. The enemy will be rescued if attacked, like a tiger descending from the mountain, unstoppable.

Cao Mao had practiced spearmanship for many years and had already mastered the art. When he missed his target with his spear just now, he immediately leaned forward, sweeping and slashing with his spear horizontally and vertically, striking continuously.

The pretty boy Qian Yang was actually not an ordinary person. He was embarrassed by Cao Mao's surprise attack just now. Now he had no way to retreat and could only fight back.

He pulled out two short sticks from somewhere. They were not crutches, but one of the eighteen kinds of weapons. They were two wooden sticks, one long and one short, connected together and serving as handles.

The short crutch is sixty centimeters long and made of hardwood. It is quite heavy, but it immediately pales in comparison to the heavy iron spear.

At this time, Qian Yang held the short handle with his tiger's mouth facing inward, and the long handle was attached to the outside of his arms, trying his best to block every heavy blow from Cao Mao.

Cao Mao's steel spear was too heavy, and his arm strength was far greater than Qian Yang's. Qian Yang groaned in pain every time he blocked it. He was beaten back repeatedly, his body shaky and sweating profusely. He was unable to use the flexible close combat style that Duanguai was good at, and could only struggle to maintain it.

After just a few blocks, Qian Yang let out a scream, and the short crutch of his left hand was cut off by Cao Mao's gun. His left arm was immediately severely injured, and he could hardly lift it up due to the severe pain. He took a few steps back and sat down on the ground.

Cao Mao took advantage of Qian Yang's illness to kill him. He held the middle part of the spear in his left hand and the bottom end in his right hand. He lifted his feet off the ground and flew forward. The spear seemed to cross the space and arrived in the blink of an eye. His muscles and bones all over his body made sounds. This move was called "White Snake Spits Out Its Tongue". A bit of cold light pierced Qian Yang's eyebrows again. Seeing that Qian Yang had no chance of survival and was about to die on the spot.

Just when everyone thought Qian Yang was doomed, a ball of black light shot out from the corner of the ruined temple and hit the spear blade squarely. The black light was so powerful that Cao Mao struck with all his strength, but the heavy iron spear was actually knocked off course.

When Qian Yang was on the verge of life and death, he suddenly lowered his head and barely avoided the tip of the spear, but the official hat on his head was directly picked off by the spear.

He was scared out of his wits at the moment, and he didn't know who helped him, but this person was really vicious. He had just escaped a life-and-death crisis, but his eyes were full of malice. Qian Yang waved his hands, and several flying knives shot out in succession. The flying knives attacked He Zhiyu, who had been sitting there without any reaction, and the little girl who was holding her legs.

Cao Mao was horrified. His center of gravity was forward at the moment, and he had no time to turn around to rescue them. He saw that his wife and daughter, who had no martial arts skills, were about to die on the spot.

Everyone around was caught off guard, but only Yu Xiaowu and Wu Chengyu reacted in time. They attacked simultaneously. Yu Xiaowu threw a willow leaf dart, intercepting the knife that was heading towards He Zhiyu. Wu Chengyu fired a dozen gold coin darts, which tinkled a few times before he saved the little girl in time.

Only then did everyone breathe a sigh of relief. Sister Niu and the others all looked at Wu Chengyu. They had long known that Yu Xiaowu was good at hidden weapons, but who would have thought that Wu Chengyu was also proficient in this.

Now is not the time to explain, and Wu Chengyu does not need to explain. He cannot tell them that he was too bored while recuperating, so he figured out a few hidden weapon techniques according to the instructions on the bamboo slips. This was also the self-defense method Wu Chengyu prepared before setting off.

After He Zhiyu and the little girl were rescued, Sister Niu rushed forward, pulled He Zhiyu and the little girl to their side to protect them, but cursed at them.

"You damned pretty boy, you bastard, you killed women and children just to survive, and you kept calling me 'wife' just now.

"Cao, are you really capable? If not, leave it to me. I love to smash pretty boys' heads with my bronze mace."

Sister Niu cursed while looking at Qian Yang: "Oh, that's not right, your pretty boy is actually a monk."

After Qian Yang's official hat was picked off by the spear, there was nothing on his head except a few scars from his monk's vows.

Cao Mao breathed a sigh of relief after his wife and daughter were rescued. He turned a deaf ear to Sister Niu's scolding, pointed his spear at Qian Yang, but his eyes were looking at the corner of the dilapidated temple.

The monk who had been sitting silently in the corner of the wall since entering the dilapidated temple, invisible to anyone in the shadows, walked out silently from the corner. The black light just now was actually just a rosary in his hand.

"Amitabha, I am Shaolin Tianshi, greeting all the donors."

"Shaolin monk? Shaolin Temple has been closed for several years. I didn't expect to have the honor to meet a Shaolin monk today. However, Master Tianshi actually rescued this rapist. I, Cao, need an explanation." Cao Mao's face was as gloomy as water, and his eyes were full of anger.

Sister Niu cursed bluntly, "Why ask? This pretty boy is also a monk. They must be in cahoots with each other. Shaolin monks haven't been out in the world for years. Who would have thought they'd see two scoundrels?"

Qian Yang had just escaped from the crisis of life and death, and now he sat on the ground with his whole body exhausted. He was even more frightened when he saw Tianshi. Tianshi had just been hiding in the corner. When Qian Yang entered the ruined temple, his mind was all on He Zhiyu, and then Cao Mao chased him. He was so scared that he didn't notice that there was another person in the corner.

If he had seen the Sky Stone at other times, he would have run away. But now, he acted as if he had seen a savior. He used his hands and feet to crawl towards the Sky Stone, calling out repeatedly.

"Brother Tianshi, save me, Brother Tianshi, save me."

"Amitabha, this Qian Yang was originally a disciple of mine from Shaolin Temple, with the Dharma name Tianyang. He escaped from Shaoshi Mountain over a year ago and has been committing all sorts of crimes and misdeeds in the martial arts world. I, under the orders of my master, have come down the mountain to bring this evil disciple back to the temple to be punished."

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