Chapter 672: Zhang Sanfeng vs the Sweeping Monk
As soon as Zhang Sanfeng finished speaking, he channeled his Taiji force, causing Du Er and Du Jie’s whips to collide.
The black cords carried immense internal energy. The two monks sensed the same strange force from earlier and realized their whips had gone out of control, crashing into each other. Alarmed, they thought, ‘This is bad!’ The next moment, a tidal wave of force surged from Zhang Sanfeng’s black cord, crashing down on them. Both monks trembled violently.
As fellow disciples, there was not much difference in martial prowess between Du Nan and Du Jie, but Du Er was clearly a step above them. The moment Du Jie was struck by Du Er’s internal energy, he coughed up a mouthful of blood, his Qi and blood churning chaotically. In an instant, he lost all ability to fight.
Although Du Er fared slightly better, he was still in poor condition. Du Jie’s full-force attack left his chest numb, his entire body tingling. His internal energy became sluggish for a few moments. Under normal circumstances, this wouldn’t have been a major issue—he could have adjusted his breathing and quickly recovered. But Zhang Sanfeng was no ordinary opponent. Since he had already made his move, how could he possibly give his enemy a chance to catch his breath?
Seeing his two senior brothers incapacitated in an instant, Du Nan was horrified. He flicked his whip, launching an attack toward Zhang Sanfeng’s back, hoping to stall him long enough for Du Er to recover.
Song Qingshu chuckled, picking up a handful of pine needles from the ground. Infusing them with internal energy, he shot them toward Du Nan’s face like the infamous Tang Sect hidden weapon—the Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needles. Du Nan’s expression changed, and he hastily dodged to the side. However, his black cord never stopped—it still lashed toward Zhang Sanfeng’s back.
Suddenly, Du Nan felt an ominous premonition. He turned his head abruptly and was stunned to find Song Qingshu, who had been several meters away just moments ago, now standing right beside him with a smile. A chill ran down his spine. ‘Is this really Qinggong of the mortal realm…?’
That was his last thought before his acupoints were sealed. His whip lost its momentum and fell to the ground halfway through its strike.
Song Qingshu let out a quiet sigh of relief. ‘Luckily, Du Nan was distracted trying to save Du Er and was unaware of my Qinggong. Otherwise, subduing him would have been much more troublesome.’