Keyboard Immortal - Chapter 2777

Chapter 1290:

At this moment, a pale-faced elder nearby said gravely, “Your Highness, be careful! This woman’s martial arts are so high and rare that even the Red Sun Dharma King is no match for her.” The

Red Sun Dharma King snorted, but couldn’t find a way to object. The woman’s display of prowess was simply too exaggerated.

“The more ferocious the horse, the greater the sense of accomplishment.” Prince Zhenjin’s eyes darkened with an inexplicable enthusiasm. He had originally come to see the legendary beauty, but the woman before him was equally beautiful, possessing a unique wildness that intrigued him even more than the legendary, mysterious beauty.

The tide of battle had shifted. Seeing the Mongol warriors being beaten to a pulp, few could stand a chance against Yanhua. The Quanzhen Sect, fearing Zhenjin might get into trouble, intervened, assuming Second Miss Guo would at least show some respect, given the close relationship between the Guo family and the Quanzhen Sect. However,

Yanhua wasn’t the real Guo Xiang. Naturally, she ignored them and even dispatched a Quanzhen Taoist priest.

The Quanzhen Sect’s members were both shocked and enraged, and they hastily formed the Big Dipper Formation to ward off the enemy.

Yanhua, with his keen eyesight, grasped the formation’s

intricacies at a glance and sneered, “The formation is interesting, but it’s a shame the person who set it up hasn’t mastered it thoroughly.” With a flurry of punches and kicks, he shattered the Big Dipper Formation in the blink of an eye.

The Quanzhen Taoists’ faces paled. They knew their cultivation was drastically inferior to that of the Seven Masters of Quanzhen, even to their deceased senior brothers Yin Zhiping and Zhao Zhijing. However, they had diligently cultivated their own martial arts over the years and had thought they could rely on the Big Dipper Formation to protect their sect. Now, they realized it was all just wishful thinking.

“It seems the Quanzhen Sect is about to fall completely at our hands.” This thought flashed through the minds of every Quanzhen leader present.

Seeing that the Mongolian warriors were unable to stop Yanhua, and even the Quanzhen Sect members had been defeated, the top masters surrounding Prince Zhenjin finally took action.

The enchanting woman who had previously mocked the Red Sun Dharma King suddenly attacked, her silk ribbons entwining Yanhua’s ankles and arms as she battled the others.

Her entire martial arts skill lay in these silk ribbons. Though seemingly limp and ethereal, they were capable of killing without bloodshed.

The white-haired man next to her also moved, bringing his jade flute to his lips. A strange melody converged directly into Yanhua’s ears.

This was the “Soul-Stirring Demonic Sound” he unleashed, intangible and intangible, penetrating the heart. This melody, invisible and intangible, could stir the target’s lust, disturb their mind, and ultimately disrupt their internal energy, leading to a state of madness and death. “

Little sister, you’re so beautiful, do you have a lover?”

“Would you like me to teach you? I guarantee that once a man tries it, he’ll never forget it.”

The woman’s alluring voice echoed around them. This combined attack technique was their forte.

Her seductive power, enhanced by her brother’s magic sound, was even more potent. How could such a young woman, despite her martial prowess, resist such temptation?

The thought of her and her senior brother capturing this woman who had defeated so many masters would bring her great honor before the prince.

Perhaps the prince would even allow her to sleep with him…

The thought only intensified her excitement.

“Such lascivious music, not worth mentioning!” Suddenly, Yanhua snorted coldly, and the white-haired man’s mind resounded like thunder. He spat out a mouthful of blood, his frivolous and complacent expression instantly darkening.

Meanwhile, Yanhua stepped on the attacking silk ribbon, twisted her toes, and yanked the alluring woman up into the air. Like a sledgehammer, she slammed her into the approaching Mongol warriors, breaking their bones and sending them sprawling to the ground.

The alluring woman, too, spat out blood, severely wounded, unable to fight again.

“Bai Sun, if we continue to let this girl defeat them one by one, the prince might be in danger. Why don’t we join forces and capture her?” The Red Sun Dharma King was terrified by the scene before him. He didn’t dare go up alone, but if he could join forces with the Taoist Bai Sun beside him, he felt confident.

After all, the woman was so young; even if she had practiced martial arts since her mother’s birth, she would never be able to surpass the combined strength of him and Taoist Bai Sun.

Taoist Bai Sun, self-respecting, wanted to refuse, but then he thought about how he hadn’t achieved anything since being recruited by the prince. He was clearly interested in this woman, and if he could capture her and bring her to the prince, it would be a great achievement.

So, with a sinister smile, he said, “Okay!”

With his help, the Red Sun Dharma King was instantly invigorated. He leaped into the air, his red robe billowing in the wind, making him look like a crimson sun.

“Defeated enemy, dare you try again!” The fireworks quickly drove him back, but almost at the same time, a green shadow swooped in from the side like lightning.

Even before the person arrived, a chilling sensation had already invaded her body.

Yanhua’s heart shuddered. Though she had seen countless more powerful forms of icy power, back then she possessed immense strength. Now, in this world, she was limited. While she could rely on experience to decipher many subtle moves, this kind of internal energy required no faking.

She dodged the opponent’s attack, but was still forced to confront him.

They both stepped back several steps. A shiver ran through her, and a bluish-gray tinge appeared on her palms, spreading up her arms.

Yanhua frowned. Not only was it an icy palm, but it also contained a deadly poison?

“Haha, the Mysterious Nether Divine Palm truly lives up to its reputation!” The Red Sun Dharma King was overjoyed upon seeing this. He gave Yanhua no time to breathe, and with lightning speed, he unleashed a torrent of attacks.

Taoist Baisun also attacked from the side, occasionally attacking, suppressing him with his Mysterious Nether Divine Palm.

Fireworks channeled his internal energy to expel the cold poison from his body while simultaneously dealing with the attacks of the two top masters. Though not as unstoppable as at the beginning, he remained composed.

Zhenjin, standing behind him, couldn’t help but exclaim, “This woman’s martial arts skills and exceptional temperament are truly unprecedented.”

“Your Highness, rest assured. She is indeed a skilled warrior, but her age limits her abilities. We won’t compete with her in physical moves, but rather in a battle of internal strength. Eventually, we’ll capture her and bring her to Your Highness.” A nearby monk, observing the situation, quickly made his assessment.

Unlike other monks, he hadn’t shaved his head. His hair was styled more like that of the Xixia people, shaved in the middle and left in several buns on either side.

“Master, your insights are truly remarkable. After we conquer the Song Dynasty, I will appoint you as the President of the Jiangnan Buddhist Cult.” Prince Zhenjin exclaimed in delight.

“Thank you, Your Highness…”

At this moment, a sudden change occurred. A Mongol warrior suddenly leaped up from a distance and grabbed Prince Zhenjin.

Zuan had taken advantage of the fireworks to distract them, slipping into the Mongol warriors amidst the chaos, finally finding his chance to strike.

“Seeking death!” the Xixia monk sneered, slapping the man on the head.

The girl’s cultivation was already astonishing, but even one such person was incredibly rare. Could there be another?