Chapter 5, The Poisonous Hand of Dry Luo

The man on the right, who had lost his hand, remained silent, using his right hand to seal the acupoint of the severed limb, embodying the essence of a tough guy

Waves crash beyond three feet

Lang Fanyun made an effort to squeeze out a smile and said, "Miss Gan's public display of her body should naturally come with some cost."

It turned out that just now, when he touched Qian Hongqing's bare back, he felt her skin was soft, and her pores were closed. He immediately realized that Qian Hongqing had unblocked the acupoints that had been restricted. Otherwise, if the acupoints were restricted and one could not circulate their energy to resist the autumn chill, the skin would inevitably become hard, and the hair would stand on end, unable to remain as warm and soft as this.

The famous pair of deadly hands, like eagle claws, reached out to seize the enemy's head in the narrow space, striking down the foe in one swift motion

Qian Luohai smiled and said, "I have as many as seven daughters, all of whom I have carefully selected from various places, each a rare beauty among thousands. Hongqing is the most outstanding among them; after my training, her skills, you have also experienced, but I wonder how it felt?" After saying this, he laughed proudly, full of vigor. His words were double-edged, yet each sentence carried a sharp sting, revealing a particularly insidious nature.

After they had walked far away, he unfolded his body technique and quickly arrived at the abandoned small building where he had hidden Qian Hongqing. The small building was connected to an abandoned courtyard, overgrown with weeds, presenting a scene of desolation

The wind whistles softly

Qian Luo's face was pale, and he said calmly: "The Rain Covering Sword lives up to its name, I admire it greatly." He did not mention at all that he had been caught off guard and was taken advantage of by Lang Fan Yun, which clearly shows that he is someone who can accept defeat and let go.

As this thought merely brushed past her mind, the merciless hand of Qian Luo had already struck her back, a surge of soft yet powerful force rendering her unable to resist, as she, like an arrow, faced the oncoming sword light with her bare flesh against the crashing waves and swirling clouds.

Gan Luo chuckled a few times and said: "With the gift of a sword from Brother Bai Lang, even if I could kill Brother Lang, I would lose the ability to pursue the deer in the Central Plains. It is better to leave some room for sentiment, hoping that the Angry Flood Dragon Gang can withstand the group of horse bandits led by Chi Zunxin, and still maintain the current situation of the underworld divided into three parts. Wouldn't that be wonderful"

The three of them were utterly defeated.

His forward charge was much faster than Qian Luo's hurried retreat due to injury

On the right, a person let out a terrible scream and staggered backward, leaving behind a severed hand still attached at the wrist, its fingers tightly gripping a sharp water spike

As Lang Fanyun was about to respond, he felt a slight unease. Looking down, he saw that he was holding a naked woman in his arms, her beautiful face resting on his shoulder, with two streams of tears flowing down her cheeks. He understood that she was heartbroken over Qian Luo's merciless slap just moments ago. At that moment, she had her back turned to Qian Luo and the others, and only he could see her sorrowful state, which stirred his heart with compassion. However, there was nothing anyone could do to help in such a situation

The waves crashing against the wall are covered by a burst of silver light. The silver light quickly explodes, filling the broken room with countless points of light

Two immense forces are pressing in from the left and right

Just as Qian Hongqing released his grip, the Rain-Overturning Sword in Lang Fan Yun's hand transformed into a thousand cold rays, with countless points of light raining down. In an instant, the entire world was filled with sword edges and swirling gusts of excitement, howling and stirring the wind

One person said: "If only the Vice President Ling were here, it would be much easier to find the wave leader."

Qian Luodao: "Young Master Lang, let us put an end to tonight's matters here. What is your opinion on this?"

Qian Luo is such a person

Qian Hongqing gasped in shock

The situation has reversed between the host and the guest

Qian Hongqing gradually approached

A man in black stopped at a distance of about ten feet, followed by another person who came to meet him

Inside the step door, Chi | Naked Qian Hongqing is calmly placed in a corner, her snow-white body curled up against the wall on the ground, the lines of her shoulders, waist, hips, and legs undulating like mountain ridges, soft and graceful

The waves surged and Yun let out a sigh, acknowledging that Qian Luo truly deserves to be a giant in the underworld. With a broad vision and foresight, even amidst such turbulent times, he is still able to set aside personal grievances and consider the greater good.

Blood splattered vividly

The bright moon hangs high in the sky

Each step of Qian Luo struck like a drumbeat on the heart of Lang Fan Yun, growing ever closer.

The body of Lang Fanyun swiftly twisted left and right several times in a peculiar manner, and all the palm force from Qian Luo that was attached to her body was dissipated. Qian Hongqing realized that she had narrowly escaped with her life; otherwise, the palm force from Qian Luo alone could have caused her to spit blood and die.

A series of intense sounds of swords and spears clashing erupted simultaneously, causing Qian Luo to stagger backward, his spear breaking into two pieces. The earlier strike from Lang Fanyun contained a powerful force that injured his meridians, resulting in internal injuries that were far more severe than external ones, preventing him from exerting even 40% of his usual strength.

It is indeed the one who dominates the Yellow River Basin, the master of Qianluo Mountain City, Poisonous Hand Qianluo

The presence of ambushers outdoors is the reason why Qian Luo turned around and fought desperately

The previous man in black said in a low voice: "Continue searching." The two of them split up and rushed away.

Qian Luo had just left the dilapidated house, and his Rain Covering Sword was only three feet away from him.

Qian Luodao: "Brother Lang, your insight is remarkable; you can actually discern that I need two years of diligent practice to recover. In light of this, I shall agree to your request." He then made a solemn vow.

That is neither self-pity nor fear

Qian Luo has finally made a move

From this angle as he lay down, the bare and exquisite figure of Qianhong Qing was fully displayed, with a charming smile on her beautiful face, yet Lang Fan Yun knew that behind this smile lay boundless murderous intent

He noticed a very strange expression in Lang Fanyun's eyes

With this palm strike, Qian Luo pushed her towards the sharpest attack point of the Stormy Clouds and Rain Sword, plunging her into an irretrievable predicament; it also ruthlessly shattered her heart.

Lang Fanyun approached Qian Hongqing, extending his hand to caress his soft bare back. Suddenly feeling something was amiss, he noticed that Qian's reaction was exceptionally swift, as he quickly circulated his energy to seal several important acupoints on his chest.

A gaunt face, a high and slightly hooked nose, clearly defined contours, eyes that seem to open and close, occasionally flashing with a sharp glint; one glance reveals that this is a person not to be trifled with

The thought turned to the bare and exposed figure of Qian Hongqing, whom I had hidden in an abandoned small building. Now was the perfect opportunity to retrieve her for bargaining purposes

Lang Fan Yun exclaimed in surprise, "Your strength has greatly increased now, sufficient to easily kill me. Why then do you stop halfway?"

A flash of anger appeared in Gan Hongqing's eyes as she shouted, "Is it just a little?" This man, facing death, still showed no remorse, igniting her fury.

With a sudden flourish of his hands, as if by magic, a long spear appeared in his grasp, casting countless spear shadows. As the spear tip quivered, it aimed diagonally at the face of the surging waves and rolling clouds.

This is a tremendous force. The Qianluo has mobilized its elite, determined to achieve victory.

The elderly man in black, holding a crutch in his left hand, stumbled and fell as he turned, each rotation spilling blood. Across his chest, there were at least ten deep gashes, visible to the bone, and he still tightly gripped a pair of iron crutches.

At that moment, Lang Fanyun happened to sweep out of the house

At the same time, Qian Hongqing, taking advantage of the momentum from Lang Fanyun's pull, struck continuously at Lang Fanyun with both palms, which resembled two flying butterflies.

A series of crackling sounds echoed within the dilapidated house, causing Qian Hongqing's ears to throb painfully. He speculated that the sound was produced when Qian Luo, with astonishing force, blocked the Rain Sword of the Overturning Waves and Rising Clouds.

Qian Hongqing let out a light laugh; after enduring a night of pent-up frustration, she could finally release her grievances.

Just as Qian Hongqing is using others, Qian Luo is also using her

The waves of the sea surged as Yun let out a muffled groan, tumbling out and rolling twice on the ground. The bare figure of Qianhong Qing suddenly leaped up from the ground, her delicate foot kicking with a whoosh at the waist of Lang Fanyun. Lang Fanyun's tall figure was propelled upward by the kick, crashing against the wall with a loud bang, raising a cloud of dust, before falling sideways to the ground.

In an instant, the people from Ganlu retreated completely.

The waves crash against the clouds, obscuring everything; it is clear that this is Shangguan Ying's method of waiting for the weary.

He flickered in and out of the night sky, using the surrounding obstacles to stealthily return to the center of the island

Lang Fan Yun said calmly, "The City Lord is truly remarkable. With such a large group of people attacking Nu Jiao Island, we were completely unaware."

As the light dissipated, Lang Fan Yun stood at the door with a sword in hand, his expression solemn. A bloodstain marked his forehead, clearly a trace left by the Qian Luo spear, while blood seeped down from his left shoulder, flowing along his arm and onto the ground.

When faced with life-and-death situations, one does not hesitate to use the lives of others to secure a moment of survival for oneself

but rather compassion

As the waves crashed, Yun smiled faintly and said in the hoarsest voice, "Your beloved daughter is naked; aren't you afraid she might catch a chill?" His words seemed insincere, yet they carried profound meaning.

A strange smile appeared on the surface of the dry noodles

Gan Luo retreated ten steps and then stood firm in position

Uncertain whether Qian Luo could, like Feng Han, take advantage of a brief opening to escape before unleashing the most powerful attack in the tumultuous clouds, Qian Hongqing was deep in thought when Qian Luo had already retreated to her side

The waves surged, and a jolt ran through Lang Fan Yun's heart, instantly revealing the identity of the visitor. No wonder he had been completely unaware that someone had arrived ahead of him to set this trap.

Lang Fan Yun was not the least bit angry; instead, he felt very grateful towards Qian Luo. It would be best if he could say more nonsense, allowing him more time to unblock the acupoints that had been struck. The only thing he needed to do at the moment was to conceal his actions from the sharp eyes of this demon.

At this moment, Gan Hongqing fell from the sky, and Lang Fan Yun extended his arm to embrace her again

The moonlight streamed through the broken window, perfectly accentuating the beauty of her lower limbs

The dry silk has been defeated

One is a sudden occurrence, while the other is a buildup in preparation; the difference is more than just a thousand miles

Qian Hongqing walked up to within five feet of Lang Fanyun and stopped, smiling sweetly as she said, "Hero Lang, I did not expect you to encounter such a situation; the principles of heaven and earth operate in cycles, without the slightest deviation"

Lang Fanyun thought: What does it matter if you find me? I have no interest in vying for power and profit. Once I rescue Ling Zhantian, I will leave the Angry Flood Gang and wander the world. Wouldn't that be a wonderful thing? He recognized that the man in black from earlier was one of his former subordinates. Their urgent search for him clearly indicated their hope that he would step forward and lead them to unleash their pent-up frustrations from the past years.

six feet, five feet, four feet

Gan Luo felt quite uncomfortable

The Rain-Soaked Sword strikes with full force

Under the moonlight, the features of Qian Luo appear all the more mysterious

Before Gan Hongqing, there is nothing but dazzling light, rendering everything invisible

As the laughter subsided, Qian Luo淡淡 said, "Alright, the time is about right. Let me see off Brother Lang. There is no need for you to be afraid; on your journey, your esteemed group will accompany you, ensuring that you will not feel lonely." Hidden behind the smile was a sharp blade, filled with malice.

Lang Fanyun watched as Qian Luo slowly approached, a bitter smile tugging at the corners of his mouth

Dry Luo, are you secretly afraid as well? He deliberately slowed his pace, intentionally increasing the pressure before the wave of death from the clouds, aiming to mentally torment him.

He appears to be only around thirty, and can still be considered quite handsome. Lang Fanyun knows that he has been famous in the martial world for at least forty years, so it can be estimated that his age should be no less than sixty. However, those who have reached their level of internal energy cultivation often manage to overcome the obstacle of aging.

At this moment, she wanted to escape

She understood what is meant by "the Sword of Rain and Overcast"

He exerted all his efforts, preparing to fight back with all his might.

The right hand of Lang Fanyun, held behind his back, grips the hilt of the sword known throughout the world, acclaimed as the number one swift sword in the martial world, the "Rain Covering Sword".

A faint whistle sounded

Lang Fanyun let out a long laugh and said: "Brother Gan has indeed calculated his moves well. Unless Brother Gan swears to immediately withdraw and promises not to interfere in our affairs for two years, Lang Fanyun vows to keep you here tonight at all costs"

He suddenly stopped his body, hiding behind a cluster of small trees

The cold radiance surged violently, shooting towards the dry expanse outside the house

Lang Fan Yun held the naked Qian Hong Qing in one arm, just as he rushed out of the house

Qian Hongqing held immense admiration for Qian Luo. Just now, when she faced Lang Fanyun, she was completely unaware of what his Rain Covering Sword looked like or where it was aimed, let alone how to block a sword with her bare hands. Moreover, Qian Luo was most skilled with the spear; although his dual claws possessed exceptional techniques, the spear remained his primary skill. His spear was divided into two sections and placed on his back, indicating that it could not be drawn out at this moment

She wanted to intervene in the assistance but had no idea where to start. At that moment, she was just behind Qianluo, and she saw him moving like an insubstantial wisp of smoke within the dazzling rain of light and sword points, evading the colossal waves of attacks that surged like tumultuous clouds in the room with a ghostly speed.

Qian Hongqing's beautiful face revealed an expression of excitement; having achieved great merit this time, she would surely stand out, surpassing all others, and become the most esteemed woman in Qianluo Mountain City, the most beloved person of Qianluo

The dual claws, like unsheathed blades, are as swift as arrows released from the bow, having already struck and cannot be retracted

As Qian Luo arrived, Qian Hongqing transformed from a wild cat back into a tamed domestic cat, quietly retreating behind Qian Luo. Her snow-white skin contrasted with Qian Luo's gray-blue cloak, creating a bizarre scene

At present, the most advantageous factor is that Qian Hongqing must mistakenly believe that his vital point on the chest has been struck, making it extremely difficult for him to have any capacity for resistance

The elderly man in black on the left leaned on his cane, his chest rising and falling continuously, while the bloodstain on his collar rapidly expanded

Qian Luo retreated violently, enveloped in a burst of blood light

Just as her thoughts flashed through her mind like lightning, she collided with the sword rain unleashed by the Rain-Soaked Sword. Suddenly, she found it hard to breathe, as if a thousand-pound stone were pressing down on her heart. Her entire body felt as if it were being cut by knives, and the chill of the sword's edge made her feel as though she had plunged into ten thousand years of frozen ice, silently exclaiming that her life was at an end

At this moment

Lang Fanyun lay on the ground, a faint pain lingering in his chest. Had it not been for his timely use of internal energy to seal his acupoints, he would have sustained severe injuries and met his demise. Even so, he found it difficult to move for the time being

The sword, shrouded in rain, surged with a cold brilliance, shooting forth with the speed of thunder and lightning.

The light points dissipate

Qian Luoshen said: "What status does my daughter have? If she cannot even bring someone here, then being the leader's wife is in vain."

With a leap, he soared into the air, his left arm embracing Qian Hongqing as he pursued Qian Luo.

The strike from Qian Luo was exceedingly fierce, and the momentum of Qian Hongqing remained unabated, crashing directly into the embrace of the turbulent clouds.

The waves rolled and Yun let out a muffled groan, yet there was no sign of action. The body of Qianhong, pale as snow, was tossed into the air, continuously turning under the moonlight, revealing various exquisite postures of the female form.

It is indeed the case that even if one could eliminate the renowned Rain-Overturning Sword, it would come at a tremendous cost. With the arrival of Chi Zunxin, the fishermen would benefit, leading to the formation of a unified underworld enterprise, a result that Qian Luo would not wish to see. Instead, it would be better to leave Lang Fanyun behind, allowing them to engage in a mutually destructive conflict with Chi Zunxin, which would be advantageous and harmless to Qian Luo's side

The gate is in a state of disrepair. Lang Fanyun crossed the courtyard, while being mindful of whether there were any traces left by others who had arrived before him on the soil. He never took his martial prowess for granted and acted carelessly. Reflecting on how Ling Zhantian was often more cautious and prudent than himself, he wondered why he had been so foolish as to trust Ceng Shuyu. The affairs of the world are often unexpected; mistakes that one would not make in certain circumstances may very well occur in another.

Another thought arose in her mind; she must hold back the tumult for a brief moment to allow Qian Luo to escape

Qian Hongqing felt the howling sound caused by the swift movement of the Rain Sword in the space around her, with sword rain all around. On her left and right sides, as well as behind her, the cold swords slashed at her body, but the only part that felt warm and secure was the area on her chest, pressed closely against Lang Fanyun's body.

The waves of the sea seem to evoke the feelings of past adventures in the martial world, swallowing a mouthful of saliva, secretly praising Qianhongqing as truly a rare gem among mortals. Shangguan Ying, with her youthful vigor, is no wonder left dizzy by her charm. However, after tonight's events, it is likely that the relationship between the two will be difficult to continue.

The man slowly stepped into the dilapidated house, exhibiting a leisurely demeanor as if taking his time.

Upon careful observation of the surrounding environment, Lang Fan Yun can be certain that Shangguan Ying and others did not arrive before him to reclaim the ruthless demoness Qian Hongqing

Observing their spirit and demeanor, they are all carefully selected individuals, one in ten thousand

The situation arose suddenly; Qian Luo truly deserves to be regarded as a top-tier expert. Instead of retreating, he advanced, his hands transforming into countless claw shadows, fiercely attacking into the shimmering points of light cast by the Stormy Waves and Cloud-Overturning Sword.

A rustling sound echoed from all directions as warriors clad in black emerged from every corner, wielding various weapons and appearing ready for a fierce battle. They positioned themselves behind Qian Luo and the others, numbering as many as over seventy.

The outcome will be determined.

Because they believed that Qian Luo and Hong Qing had no ability to resist any longer, they would not be on guard against him while speaking, making it easy to leak some secrets. Therefore, Lang Fanyun first tested the relationship between the two. Secondly, he diverted the topic, which was an infallible method to buy time, requiring only a little more than half a moment to fully recover his strength

The search and rescue team began to withdraw from the coast, and the island fell into a profound silence, with the families of the gang members also ordered to take refuge in safe strongholds

A voice came from outside, saying: "Hongqing must not be disrespectful." When the voice began, it was still more than ten zhang away; by the time the last word was spoken, the person had already stepped into the dilapidated house.

Although he was anxious to leave the island and rush to aid Ling Zhantian, every action and step he took was carried out calmly, showing no signs of panic

Qian Luo smiled faintly and said, "Brother Lang, it has been a long time since we last met. Since our encounter twelve years ago at the left minister's residence, have you been well?" This remark sounded like ordinary polite conversation, but directed at Lang Fanyun, who was collapsed in the corner, bleeding from his mouth, it carried a deeply ironic undertone

The waves surged and blood spilled from his mouth, his face was terrifying. As long as he could buy a moment's time, he should be able to regain his ability to counterattack. Each strike from Qian Hongqing accurately hit several major acupoints on his chest, forceful and vigorous. Although he had activated his protective energy in advance, it still caused his vital energy and blood to become stagnant, making it difficult for him to gather his strength for the time being

The waves surged, and a naked woman was carried on the back, swiftly approaching

At this moment, Qian Luo took advantage of Qian Hongqing's cover to catch his breath, and just as he stepped outside the room.