Seeing Yan Liqiang's punch coming, the Ghost King had no reason to be afraid. Without thinking, he punched forward, and had a head-on collision with Yan Liqiang's Bajiquan...
"Boom..."
A loud bang echoed in the pine forest, and the snow on the ground under the Ghost King's feet was shaken and scattered, and snow flew all over the sky. Under the tremendous force, the Ghost King was directly knocked back by Yan Liqiang's punch. His blood surged throughout his body, his arms were numb, and he was shocked.
Yan Liqiang rushed towards the Ghost King like the Ghost King's shadow. Before the Ghost King could catch his breath, Yan Liqiang's second punch came at him. The power of the second punch was even greater than the first...
Having lost the initiative, the Ghost King had no choice but to use his palms to take Yan Liqiang's punch again.
When the fists and palms met, there was another "boom..." sound, and the Ghost King uttered a sound similar to "zha". His loose python robe suddenly swelled up like a balloon, and then deflated in an instant. The whole person floated up several feet like a kite blown away by the wind, and quickly flew back dozens of meters. His speed was as fast as lightning. Most of the terrifying fist power of Yan Liqiang's second punch was immediately neutralized by him, and at the same time, he got rid of Yan Liqiang's second attack...
"Good Kung Fu..." Yan Liqiang's eyes flashed and he praised. The Ghost King's unique skill of transforming energy really opened his eyes. However, he did not chase the Ghost King anymore. Instead, he moved his body and flashed in front of Situ Fei, who wanted to bypass him to chase Hua Ruxue, and punched him again.
Situ Fei saw Yan Liqiang approaching him in an instant. He was shocked because he had seen Yan Liqiang's terrifying boxing skills. He wanted to retreat without thinking, but Yan Liqiang's fist was not so easy to dodge. The Ghost King had this ability, but it didn't mean that he had the same ability. Seeing Yan Liqiang's fist flying close, Situ Fei roared, holding the fan with both hands, and pressed towards Yan Liqiang's fist...
With a "crash..." sound, the cold iron fan in Situ Fei's hand collided with Yan Liqiang's fist and shattered instantly. Situ Fei's hands were covered in blood. He was shaken by Yan Liqiang's fist and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth. At this critical moment of life and death, Situ Fei, who looked like a scholar, didn't care about his face. He used the power of the fist to push his feet and fell backwards, rolling in the snow. He rolled like a donkey, like a snowball, and rolled more than ten feet away in a mess, hitting a pine tree heavily, and then stopped...
“Go to hell!” A hoarse and unpleasant sound, like iron tiles scraping against stones, appeared in Yan Liqiang’s ears. It was the Ghost King roaring and rushing over again. In just a moment, Yan Liqiang was surrounded by dense layers of ghosts in front and behind him, and everywhere was the dazzling shadow of the Ghost King’s changing ghost claws and soul-stealing hands...
Throat, chest, back, head, armpits... Yan Liqiang's entire body was almost covered by the ghost king's strange hands, and it was as if a gust of cold wind was blowing around him...
“Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang…” Yan Liqiang also changed his boxing style instantly. He flashed and fought fast. The two sides exchanged more than ten blows in an instant. In the last blow, Yan Liqiang roared, “Open…” The fist wind was surging. The ghost king was once again forced away by Yan Liqiang’s punch…
Yan Liqiang did not give the Ghost King any more chances this time. Once he took the initiative, he rushed up again like lightning and blasted the Ghost King with an extremely powerful Five Mountains Cone.
"Boom..." There was another loud noise, and the Ghost King was blasted backwards like a cannonball by Yan Liqiang. He was blasted directly into the Yuhua Pavilion, breaking a pillar of the Yuhua Pavilion and knocking down two stone tablets outside the Yuhua Pavilion before he stabilized his body...
"Boom..." Yuhua Pavilion, one of the ancient monuments in Huizhou City, collapsed suddenly.
When the smoke and dust cleared, Yan Liqiang was no longer on the hillside. The ghost king, who was standing on a stone tablet, felt a tightness in his chest and his blood was agitated. A mouthful of blood had already rolled to the side of his throat, but he swallowed it back with all his might. The ghost king's hands were tucked into his sleeves, shaking slightly uncontrollably. The powerful force that Yan Liqiang had just unleashed was as strong as a mountain and as powerful as the sea, and it almost exceeded the limit that the ghost king's secret method and body could withstand...
Intuitively, the Ghost King felt that the cultivation level of the man who had just fought with him should not be as high as his own martial king level, but for some reason, the power of that man's attack and the speed of his body's reaction made the Ghost King feel frightened, and his body instinctively feared a collision with that man...
Lu Tianxing, Situ Fei, who looked disheveled and bloodied, and a few remaining Night Turtle Army masters came to the side of the Ghost King, "Greetings... Greetings, Your Excellency..."
"Who is that person?" The Ghost King said in a hoarse voice...
"We don't know either. We just received news that we have surrounded this place and the rebels were about to be captured, but that person suddenly rushed out and killed us without saying a word, letting the rebels escape..." Lu Tianxing spoke with difficulty, "Now... now should we still chase him..."
The Ghost King looked at the corpses of the night-walking ghost soldiers scattered all over the hillside, then turned his head to look at the imperial army that had heard the noise and was rushing towards him not far down the hillside. He was silent for two or three seconds, clenching his fists in his sleeves, and could only utter one word from between his teeth, "Retreat..."
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When Yan Liqiang left, he also pulled out the sword he had thrown from the tree trunk that had nailed the man, leaving nothing behind. The imperial army in Huizhou City and many of the city's underworld figures had been alarmed, and it would be difficult for him and the Ghost King to determine the winner in a short period of time. In addition, Hua Ruxue and the others had already left, so there was no need to continue to tangle with the White Lotus Sect here. It was better to leave...
Silently returning to the room of the inn where he was staying, he closed the door, took off the hood on his head and stuffed it into his bag, hung up his long sword, and lay on the bed, listening to the various noises coming from the street outside the window. In his mind, Hua Ruxue's beautiful face flashed, and a series of questions arose in his heart. What kind of trouble had happened inside the White Lotus Sect? The Imperial Capital was already in chaos at the moment. Hua Ruxue was being hunted by the White Lotus Sect. Why did she run to the hornet's nest in the capital? Could it be that Hua Ruxue didn't know that the White Lotus Sect had gathered a large number of masters to prepare to cause trouble in the capital? Why did she throw herself into the trap like this...
Thinking about Hua Ruxue, Yan Liqiang unknowingly recalled everything that happened with Hua Ruxue that night, but he found himself shamefully hard...
After cursing inwardly, seeing that it was getting late, Yan Liqiang, who had no intention of sleeping, simply got up and practiced Yi Jin Xi Sui Jing in his room. While practicing Yi Jin Xi Sui Jing, Yan Liqiang recalled every detail of his fight with the Ghost King. Although the previous fight with the Ghost King was not long, it was also the first time that Yan Liqiang fought face to face with a person of the Ghost King's level. There were many gains and insights that needed to be digested...
At dawn the next day, Yan Liqiang left the inn, rented a carriage in the city, and headed straight out of Huizhou City to Imperial Capital City...
(End of this chapter)