[Wuxia] The Jade Bow and the Cloud Sea (Complete) - 22

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In Chapter 31 of Liang Yusheng's *The Jade Bow and the Cloud Sea*

, Feng Lin's victory is celebrated by all, especially by Cao Jin'er, who showers her with praise. Upon Feng Lin's return, Cao Jin'er
immediately greets her warmly, expressing her gratitude. The various sect masters, unaware of the true nature of the incident, also offer their praise. Just then, Feng Lin suddenly hears
a soft chuckle, as if someone is laughing close to her ear. Startled, she observes that the sect masters remain
seated upright , their expressions unchanged, suggesting that no one else has heard the laughter. Feng Lin knew that Meng Shentong
had used the "Heavenly Escape Sound Transmission" technique when he was teasing Master Tongchan. A thought flashed through her mind: "Could it be that Meng Shentong was
sneering at me?" But she immediately thought: "If someone was secretly helping me, that person would definitely not be Meng Shentong; if Meng Shentong
knew , he would not let it go, and would not just let out a sneering laugh." Moreover, the laughter was not malicious, and
did not seem like a sneering laugh. Feng Lin was puzzled by this laugh and three questions arose: First, was someone secretly helping her just now? Second, besides Meng Shentong, who else
knows the "Heavenly Escape Sound Transmission" technique? Third, if someone was indeed secretly helping her, the laughter should have come from the same person. Why would he be so
secretive ?
Just as Feng Lin was pondering and could not find a solution, another person appeared from Meng Shentong's side and
challenged . This person was Tu Zhaoming, the Kanli Sword of Changming Island in the East China Sea.
He loudly proclaimed, "I have long admired the immense power of the Wudang Sect's Seventy-Two Consecutive Deadly Sword Technique. I presume to presume upon my abilities and
would like to request guidance from a master of the Wudang Sect." Lei Zhenzi, being the youngest and least experienced among the sect leaders, was unaware of this man's background.
Thinking as the sect leader himself, he shouldn't participate, he considered choosing one of his most skilled junior brothers to handle the situation
. However, Tu Zhaoming laughed and said, "The previous matches were all one-on-one against the Candle Gate Master. Continuing like this would be rather dull. I've heard that the Nine Palaces Eight Trigrams Sword Technique best showcases
the power of the Wudang swordsmanship." "
How ?"
The Wudang Sect's Nine Palaces Eight Trigrams Sword Formation is composed of nine individuals proficient in the Continuous Deadly Sword Technique, arranged according to the Nine Palaces and Eight Trigrams.
Since its creation by Huang Ye Daoren of the Wudang Sect at the end of the Ming Dynasty, it has only been used three times in over a hundred years: once against the female swordswoman
Yu Luosha , once against the great demons Han Tongshan and Ye Hengbo, and the last time was over ten years ago
when Mao Chuansheng "established a predestined relationship" at Mount Emei, against approximately nine disciples of the Lingshan Mountain. The Wudang Sect's Continuous Sword Technique is known for its speed and precision; if
nine individuals proficient in the Continuous Deadly Sword Technique were to use it simultaneously, there would be absolutely no opening, not even a fly could pass through. Even
the masters of the various sects present might not be able to break through this formation single-handedly, let alone with Tu Zhaoming specifically requesting Lei Zhenzi to personally oversee it.
Tu Zhaoming's words brought joy to everyone present. Xianyun Daoist, one of the three elders of the Wudang Sect, and Master Jinguang, an elder of the Emei Sect, recognized
Tu Zhaoming 's background, but couldn't help feeling a chill.
It turned out that Tu Zhaoming was a disciple of Han Tongshan, the former leader of the Lingshan Sect. More than ten years ago,
when Elder Mao Chuantu of Wudang Sect held his last "altar for forming alliances," Tu Zhaoming had led his fellow disciples to break through the Wudang sword formation—the junior brother of Ye Daren. Tu Zhaoming
hadn't accompanied them that time. After the Lingshan Sect's defeat, Tu Zhaoming disappeared from the martial world. Much later, rumors circulated that he had had a fortuitous
encounter and had become a disciple of a reclusive swordsman in the East Sea.
Master Jinguang, nearly eighty years old and of the same generation as Han Tongshan, knew that among Han Tongshan's disciples, Tu Zhaoming was the strongest, far surpassing
his senior brother, the sect leader. Now, having vanished for over ten years, his return to the Central Plains suggested he had mastered some kind of extraordinary martial arts technique. Xianyun
Daoren was Lei Zhenzi's uncle-master. He
had been present during the two previous Wudang sword formation battles, which resulted in the crushing defeat of Han Tongshan and his wife, and the defeat of the Lingshan Sect disciples. Therefore, upon recognizing Tu Zhaoming, he immediately realized that Tu Zhaoming had come to avenge his master and senior brother's two defeats. However, considering that
even if he were to improve, he could not surpass his master's abilities back then, he was somewhat alarmed but did not take it seriously.
Lei Zhenzi, true to his name, had a fiery temper. After becoming the sect leader, he had become much more restrained. However, upon hearing Tu Zhaoming specifically request that he
preside over the sword formation, he could not help but feel a surge of anger. If it weren't for his status as the sect leader, he would have almost lost his temper. He snorted and
coldly laughed, "Our sect's sword formation only entertains the most skilled masters of our time. You speak so boldly, you must possess extraordinary abilities, perhaps
even deserving the title of a master. However, this is the first time I've heard of Yan Xia's name. You'll only know for sure after seeing him. I
can't an exception. You should have a match with my disciple, Yu Xian!"
After Lei Zhenzi spoke, Tu Zhaoming immediately snorted as well, his arrogance even greater than Lei Zhenzi's, saying, "I am naturally
not a master of our time, but your esteemed sword formation doesn't necessarily require a master to break through. You'll only know for sure after seeing it.
I never take back what I've said. Since I've already said it..." "It's not convenient to make an exception!"
The two men were furious, and the scene immediately froze. The
Taoist
priest, Xianyun, advised, "Sect Leader Lei, this Brother Tu is a disciple of Han Chongshan, the martial arts master of the Lingshan Sect. His master and senior brothers have all tested their martial arts within our sect's sword formation. Considering this connection, Sect Leader, perhaps you could make an exception?" Tu Zhaoming looked up at the sky, smiled faintly, as if to say, "Do you now know my origins?"
Lei Zhenzi suppressed his anger and said, "Since it's my uncle pleading, then so be it..." He then called out nine names:
three of his junior brothers, three of his nephews, and three of his disciples, ordering the nine to form a sword formation. He sneered, "..."
"Since Your Excellency has set the course, please give it a try. Junior Brother Songshi, be careful and attentive in receiving this esteemed sage!"
In an instant, the sword formation was set up. Songshi Daoist was an outstanding figure among the second generation of Wudang,
second only to . Lei Zhenzi had ordered him to preside over the sword formation in his place, showing that he valued Tu Zhaoming. Tu Zhaoming
snorted and coldly added, "Since Sect Leader Lei is not present in the formation, he probably thinks I am not worthy of his instruction. If I were to fail..." "Fortunately, I managed to break through
your sect 's sword formation..." Lei Zhenzi interrupted before he could finish, saying, "Speak before you speak.
Mr. Tu, you haven't even stepped into the formation yet. Isn't it premature to say such things?" Both men spoke with extreme arrogance. Tu Zhaoming seemed
to completely disregard the sword formation presided over by Songshi Daoren. Before even entering the formation, he was already making arrangements with Lei Zhenzi
regarding what would happen after breaking it. Lei Zhenzi's words clearly implied that he might not have the ability to break the formation.
Tu Zhaoming's expression changed, and he snorted, but immediately laughed, "What you
said is true. Speak before you speak. I'll tell you later!" His laughter was full of arrogance and disdain for his opponent. He drew his sword and immediately charged into the formation!
Tu Zhaoming's sword was unusual. Usually, short swords were two feet eighty inches long, and long swords were three feet six inches long. His sword was
over , but only three fingers wide, with a dark red gleam on its blade. The Taoist Master Xianyun was well-versed in various weapons, and upon seeing him...
Startled, he muttered, "The swordplay of Er Yuan Kou is strange; I fear he truly practices some kind of evil skill."
Tu Zhaoming flashed his longsword and stepped into the Ye Gate. Guarding the other gate was Ling Yipiao, another junior brother of Lei Zhenzi, his longsword held level with his chest,
protecting his heart. He stepped back to let Tu Zhaoming enter the formation. With a whoosh, Tu Zhaoming thrust his sword, carrying a scorching
heat . Ling Yipiao was startled and immediately activated his formation. The guards from the Gan and Zhen gates surrounded him, their swords flashing, deflecting Tu Zhaoming
's attacks and forcing him into the core. Instantly, sword light danced within the formation, tightly binding him!
These nine members of the Wudang Sect... The disciples' internal strength had already reached a high level. Although Tu Zhaoming's strange sword could generate hot winds, it couldn't cause any
damage . They each positioned themselves to block the enemy. No matter where Tu Zhaoming charged, he always encountered a forest of swords. No matter how he charged left or right,
he couldn't break through. The nine longswords of the Wudang Sect seemed to have woven a tight, seamless net of swords, tightening as they went in!
Lei Zhenzi, seeing victory within reach, sneered, "This boastful man thought he must have extraordinary skills, but he's just a
silver-plated spearhead!" His uncle, the Taoist Xianyun, said beside him, "We shouldn't underestimate him. Look at his footwork; it follows
the Nine Palaces and Eight Trigrams, without the slightest disorder. I'm afraid it's a trap!" Lei Zhenzi said, "Our sword formation is flawless. If he
's luring us in and letting the sword formation tighten, he'll only hasten his defeat!" "Xianyun Daoist remained silent, though he felt Lei Zhenzi had underestimated his opponent. However ,
the formation was indeed impenetrable, so he relaxed.
After a moment, Songshi Daoist waved his longsword, sending a signal to reverse the formation. The nine longswords, like a flock of dragons, forced
Tu Zhaoming step by step closer to the death gate of the sword formation. Once forced into the death gate, even the greatest supernatural powers would find it difficult to break through.
Lei Zhenzi asked, "Uncle-Master, how is it?" Xianyun Daoist nodded slightly and said, "I probably won't lose to him this time." "
At this moment , Daoist Xianyun also thought victory was assured. However, he was also a little puzzled. Ever since Tu Zhaoming entered the sword formation,
his disciples had been in the lead, without any fierce battles or arduous struggles. Why were all nine disciples drenched in sweat?
Before he could finish his thought, he suddenly heard Tu Zhaoming let out a long roar. With a flick of his sword, a streak of fire suddenly shot out from the sword shackles. Ling Yipiao
was the first to be , and half of her face was instantly charred. Tu Zhaoming broke through an opening, his sword striking east and west, south and north, and the Nine Palaces
Eight Trigrams Sword Formation was immediately thrown into chaos! Only then did everyone realize that his swordsmanship was actually quite advanced." He had only used about 30%
of his power.
But his most formidable weapon was that strange sword; a single point of its blade would unleash a streak of fire. At this crucial moment, the formation was tightening, and the nine
Wudang disciples were crammed together, with no room to maneuver. With a single point of his sword, at least one disciple would
be injured .
Songshi Daoist suddenly leaped into the air, followed by three Wudang disciples who rushed in from different directions. Their figures, still in mid-air,
followed the four cardinal directions of Qian, Kun, Zhen, and Dui. Tu Zhaoming shouted, his longsword swirling and dancing, sending up a patch
of fire about ten feet in diameter. In an instant, the fire dissipated, revealing the nine Wudang disciples... The disciples were all injured and lying on the ground. Songshi Daoist and Ling Yipiao were the most severely injured,
their faces charred and both having lost an arm! Tu Zhaoming's shoulders were also covered in blood,
stab wounds from Songshi and Ling Yipiao, but these were merely cuts to the skin. Compared to the complete defeat of the Wudang Sect, his injuries were nothing.
It turned out that Tu Zhaoming had been determined to take revenge for the past ten years, mastering the Kanli Sword Technique from the Kanli Island Master of the East Sea. The island master had
also passed on his specially crafted "Kanli Sword" to him. The sword contained a flammable substance; pressing the hilt would cause poisonous fire to erupt from the blade. Moreover, the Kanli Island Master was proficient in Qimen
formations and had also passed on his skills to him. He gave it to him. That's why Tu Zhaoming dared to be so arrogant and challenge the Wudang Sect's sword formation. He seized
the moment when the formation tightened and suddenly unleashed the power of the Kanli Sword, causing all the Wudang disciples guarding the formation to suffer!
Although Tu Zhaoming won a complete victory, he hadn't expected
that , so much so that he was still injured at the very last moment.
The Wudang Sect was utterly defeated, and Lei Zhenzi was both angry and shocked. He saw Tu Zhaoming slowly approaching and smiling at him, saying, "I am honored
to have broken through your sect's sword formation. What are your orders, Master Fu? I am all ears!" "He didn't even show his injury, his words
were sharp and aggressive , clearly trying to force Lei Zhenzi to fight him.
Lei Zhenzi's face turned ashen, deeply regretting not presiding over the sword formation. Although he was furious, Shaolin and Wudang were
the two largest sects in the martial arts world, and he was the leader of the Wudang sect. His opponent was already injured, and if he fought him,
even if he won, his status would be diminished, not to mention he wasn't even sure he could defeat him. But if he didn't accept the challenge, the Wudang sect
couldn't find a second person to fight him, and letting the enemy swagger around would be an even greater loss of face.
Lei Zhenzi pressed his sword hilt, ready to go into battle, when suddenly a thin young man ran out from the crowd with a grin, saying loudly:
"What kind of status is the leader of Wudang? You're injured, and you still dare to challenge him? Hmph, hmph, even I don't want to take advantage of that
!" "This young man is none other than Jiang Nan.
Tu Zhaoming looked down on Jiang Nan, rolled his eyes, and coldly rebuked, "What are you, spouting nonsense and stirring up
trouble in Yangzhou ? Get out of here, or I'll stab you with my sword!" Jiang Nan smiled and squinted, saying, "Alright, that's exactly what I wanted you to say
. I'm waiting for you to stab me. Come on, come on! If you don't keep your word, you're a coward!"
Tu Zhaoming was furious. How could he fight an unknown nobody? But he had let slip his words, and Jiang Nan had caught him by the tongue, leaving him no way to back down.
In his rage, he wanted to abandon his sword and use a heavy blow to throw Jiang Nan out of the arena. Before
he could even make a move, Jiang Nan had already lightly touched the ground with his toes and pounced on him like a flying bird, chuckling, "Injured old
bastard , I, Jiang Nan, didn't want to take advantage of you, but you've been bragging and insulting me. I know it's not a fair fight, but
I'm willing to be laughed at by all the heroes of the world. I'll teach you a lesson!" "His words and demeanor
made it seem . In the blink of an eye, with a swift movement, Jiang Nan unleashed the 'Reversed Galaxy' move! His sword flashed like a bolt of lightning, rising from below, aiming directly for
Tu Zhaoming's throat.
This move by Jiang Nan was a refined technique from the 'Glacier Swordplay.' Although his skill wasn't high, this move was unpredictable and
top-tier. Tu Zhaoming, caught off guard, was startled and hastily dodged backward. Jiang Nan
laughed Zhaoming dodged again, but Jiang Nan was already pouncing. This time, Tu Zhaoming was on guard, and with a backhand strike, he shouted, 'Keep laughing!' With a clang,
he deflected Jiang Nan's sword, staggering back several steps. Jiang Nan regained his footing and chuckled again, 'Old bastard, I,
Jiang Nan, am still laughing! What can you do to me?'" "
Tu Zhaoming's sword strike was executed with heavy force, expecting that even if Jiang Nan wasn't injured, his weapon would at least be sent flying
into the air. However, Jiang Nan only took three steps back, still laughing heartily. Tu Zhaoming's heart skipped a beat: 'This kid...'"
"He does indeed have some skill; we shouldn't underestimate him!" Originally, Jiang Nan's skill was far inferior to Tu Zhaoming's, at most about fifty
percent. However, Tu Zhaoming had just finished a fierce battle and suffered sword wounds to both arms, naturally reducing his skill by two points. Furthermore, Jiang Nan had received
superior martial arts techniques from Jin Shiji, and when blocking this attack, he used a technique of "disarming" to deflect the opponent's force.
Thus, although Jiang Nan's skill was still inferior, the difference was not significant, and he only had to retreat
three steps to regain his footing.
Tu Zhaoming was somewhat surprised, but Chen Tianyu and the others were even more astonished. They never dreamed that Jiang Nan would
challenge . Seeing Jiang Nan withstand the attack and retreat three steps, although it was beyond their expectations, they were still no match for him.
Chen Tianyu was worried and discussed with Tang Jingtian, "This kid really doesn't know his own limitations, treating his life like a game.
What do?" "Why don't we make him admit defeat immediately, and then we can send someone else to replace him?" Chen Tianzi meant that he wanted Tang Jingtian to
replace Jiang Nan. Tang Jingtian possessed the Youlong Sword and the Tianshan Divine Light, and his weapons and hidden weapons were no less than his opponent's. Even if he couldn't win, he certainly
wouldn't be defeated.
Tang Jingtian glanced at the arena and smiled slightly, "Brother Chen, don't worry. Jiang Nan is a lucky general; he's sure to win. Having him
deal with such a powerful evil enemy is probably better than having you or me do it!" Chen Tianyu was skeptical, but since Tang Jingtian had said so,
he couldn't force him to fight, so he could only watch.
Tu Zhaoming pressed forward relentlessly, but Jiang Nan was very slippery. Having learned his lesson once, he no longer met Tu Zhaoming's sword moves head-on. Instead, he
danced around, suddenly flipping over and delivering a sudden sword strike; then he leaped up, spitting a wad of phlegm
at his enemy. He used Jin Shiyi's unique movement technique, which was extremely strange. Although the phlegm couldn't hurt anyone, Tu Zhaoming was a man of high
status. If even a speck of phlegm touched him, what face would he have left?
Tu Zhaoming was extremely annoyed. Suddenly, his sword technique changed, and his shadow appeared in all directions. In no time, he had Jiang Nan
trapped in the middle. Lei Zhenzi was horrified. It turned out that Tu Zhaoming's sword technique also followed the nine palaces and eight trigrams, the same principle as the Wudang
sword formation . The Wudang sword formation required nine people to guard one position, while the two used rapid movement techniques to shift positions. The transformation sealed off
eight directions, essentially creating a sword formation by a single person!
Of course, the power of his swordsmanship wasn't as great as the Wudang School's Nine Palaces Eight Trigrams Sword Formation, but
the ability to create such a formation by one person was truly rare and extraordinary. Lei Zhenzi knew he couldn't do it himself, thinking, "I
might be able to barely handle his swordsmanship, but to defeat him would be incredibly difficult!"
Jiang Nan didn't understand the arts of Qimen Dunjia. Once Tu Zhaoming unleashed his swordsmanship, Jiang Nan was immediately trapped. The circle shrank smaller and smaller, and he could no longer use his
strange movements. Moreover, in this perilous situation, with his life hanging by a thread, he dared not toy with his enemy any longer. He had to concentrate on
fighting, unable even to laugh, let alone utter a sound.
Chen Tianyu was sweating profusely, and Tang Jingtian was also secretly alarmed, thinking, "Oh no, oh no! There's still no
sign of a master secretly helping him. I was wrong. Am I going to give Jiang Nan his life for nothing?"
Jiang Nan remained silent, then Tu Zhaoming burst into laughter. His sword strikes grew ever more rapid, and he laughed loudly, "Little thief,
do you know how powerful you are now? " Suddenly, he moved swiftly, leaping from one side to the other, deflecting Jiang Nan's sword with
a single blow. His left hand, with a flick of his index finger, flashed towards Jiang Nan's ribs!
Tu Zhaoming could have easily created a gaping hole in Jiang Nan's body with another move, but he was consumed by
hatred humiliation and determined to capture and humiliate him to avenge this. However, Jiang Nan had been forced into becoming
a disciple of the renowned Taoist Huangshi in his youth, learning a technique to reverse acupoints. Tu Zhaoming's finger strike caused Jiang Nan to suddenly laugh, "It tickles so much!"
Tu Zhaoming then flicked his hand back, his five fingers spread wide, using the unique acupoint striking technique passed down by Jin Shiyi. Although he didn't fully understand the intricacies,
the sudden laughter from Jiang Nan, who displayed superior acupoint striking skills
, had already startled him. Seeing Jiang Nan counterattack with such skill was truly astonishing. He quickly used a "Seven Star Step" to dodge out of the affected area. Even with his quick dodge
and the opening of his acupoints, he was still struck by Jiang Nan's fingertip, instantly feeling numb all over. He had to circulate his inner energy three times before his blood and qi could flow smoothly.
This was only because Jiang Nan's skill wasn't sufficient; otherwise, that single finger strike would have broken his closed acupoint qi technique!
Jiang Nan, catching his breath, flashed his longsword in the air and chuckled, "Old bastard, do you know how powerful I am now?"
Tu Zhaoming was furious, regretting not seizing the opportunity to kill him with a single sword strike. The numbness in his limbs hadn't completely subsided,
making it difficult to unleash the Nine Palaces Eight Trigrams Sword Technique. He was also wary of Jiang Nan's pressure point techniques and dared not approach too closely.
Jiang Nan laughed loudly, delivered a side-splitting blow, and thrust his sword at him again. Tu Zhaoming gritted his teeth and shouted,
"You've chosen to die, don't blame me for being merciless!" "With a flick of his longsword, a streak of poisonous fire erupted from its blade.
Tu Zhaoming had only now unleashed the full power of his 'Kanli Sword,' not out of genuine mercy, but to preserve
his own dignity. Having already demonstrated his power in breaking the Wudang sword formation, to be forced to fight an unknown nobody and be compelled
to use his sword was already a loss of face. To win by using the poisonous fire within his sword would only make him a laughingstock in the martial world.
Now, he had no choice but to unleash his final killing blow, fully expecting the poisonous fire to either kill or severely injure Jiang Nan. Little did
he know, Jiang Nan had anticipated this move. With a flick of his sword, Tu Zhaoming sent Jiang Nan tumbling away, shouting in a strange voice, 'You old bastard
, you're setting people on fire! Good heavens, this is terrible! Ha, luckily I have a magic weapon too!'" "
Jiang Nan's flanks flipped quickly, and Tu Zhaoming arrived just as fast. His longsword pointed, and the flames were about to engulf Tu Zhaoming's back when Jiang Nan suddenly
flicked . A ball of cold light, shrouding the raging fire and emanating a chilling aura, vanished in the blink of an eye.
It turned out that Jiang Nan's 'magic weapon' was the Ice Bullet. Previously, because his skill was insufficient, his sworn sister-in-law Youping dared not let him
use the Ice Bullet. Only after he defeated Jin Richan the other day did Youping realize that Jiang Nan's skill had surpassed hers." Therefore, before attending the meeting
today , he gave him five Ice Soul Divine Bullets as protection.
These Ice Soul Divine Bullets were made of ten-thousand-year-old ice, containing an extremely cold energy, which was the nemesis of all gunpowder and hidden weapons. Jiang Nan
fired . The cold light and cold air condensed into a misty net, covering down. Even if Tu Zhaoming's poison fire were twice as strong, it would be
extinguished by it.
Tu Zhaoming was greatly surprised. Jiang Nan shouted, "It is impolite to come here unkindly, you old bastard, you take my hidden weapon too!" With a
flick of his hand , he launched the remaining two ice bullets. Tu Zhaoming reached out and flicked, cracking the first ice bullet. The cold air penetrated his skin, and he couldn't help but shiver
. The second ice bullet flew into his mouth. Instantly, Tu Zhaoming seemed to freeze, turning into a statue!
Tu Zhaoming possessed decades of internal energy cultivation. Although his internal strength hadn't reached the highest level, and
he was far inferior to top figures like Master Jin Guang and Master Tong Chan, he was at least comparable to Tang Jingtian and his wife. Logically,
he could withstand one or two Ice Soul Divine Bullets. Even Jiang Nan's original intention was merely to deplete his true energy; he hadn't expected Tu Zhaoming
to !
Jiang Nan was startled by Tu Zhaoming's strange appearance. Just then, he heard a very
familiar awake by the voice
and immediately ran forward, slapping Tu Zhaoming several times with both hands! He then snatched Tu Zhaoming's Kanli Sword and threw
it into the deep pool at the bottom of the valley!
Jiang Nan, having thoroughly enjoyed beating Tu Zhaoming, was completely satisfied. He grinned and said, "You old bastard, I
was going to stab you with my sword, but seeing your pitiful state, and considering I've never killed anyone before, well, consider yourself lucky. My heart
softened, and I'll spare you!" He kicked Tu Zhaoming in the buttocks, sending him sprawling. Tu Zhaoming suddenly regained consciousness, cried out in pain
, and rolled three feet away!
Yang Chifu helped him up. His hands were bent inwards, fingers clasped together, and his legs were stiff and unresponsive. He could only
walk by hopping up and down. The martial arts experts present could tell that Tu Zhaoming's joints had hardened,
his martial arts were essentially ruined, and he would never be able to fight again.
The people from Jiangnan were overjoyed. Seeing Tu Zhaoming's wolfish expression, they laughed heartily and
cheered loudly for Jiangnan. Zou Weixia was especially delighted, pulling Jiangnan aside and asking him all sorts of questions, laughing and talking, "You really didn't lie to
me! You truly have mastered superb martial arts, and you fought so well!" " That's brilliant! I was just worried about you.
If he hadn't struck your pressure points when you were trapped by his strange swordsmanship, and had instead struck you with his sword, wouldn't that have been terrible!" Jiang Nan
laughed, "I had the foresight to know he would strike my pressure points. Actually, you don't need to worry. Even if he had stabbed me with his sword
, I would have had a way to deal with it and I wouldn't have been injured." Of course, this was Jiang Nan's wild boasting, but he was indeed confident that
he wouldn't be injured, which was why he dared to challenge Tu Zhaoming. He already knew that Jin Shiyi was secretly helping him, but Jin Shiyi forbade
Jiang Nan to reveal his name, so Jiang Nan was happy to boast.
Chen Tianyu and his wife were very puzzled. They clearly knew that Jiang Nan's skill was inferior to his opponent's, and even with the Ice Soul Divine Bullet, he should
n't won so easily. Yet, in fact, Jiang Nan won. Wasn't that unbelievable?
There was another person in the arena who was very puzzled: Meng Shentong. The grandmasters of all the sects noticed that Meng Shentong was
looking around as if searching for someone, his face showing a bewildered expression!
It should be known that Meng Shentong had defeated Chen Tianyu and his wife three years ago. At that time, his martial arts were not as good as Zao Jie's now, but even
then, You Ping's Ice Soul Divine Bullet had no effect on him. He thought that even if Tu Zhaoming's skill was not as
good , it wouldn't be far off. Logically speaking, two Ice Soul Divine Bullets shouldn't have made him stiff with cold. However, because first
Tu Zhaoming's sword shackles emitted thick smoke and flames, followed by the cold light emitted by the Ice Soul Divine Bullets, Meng Shentong could
n't make sense of it . Therefore, although he had suspicions, he dared not conclude that the other party had someone secretly helping him. Tu
Zhaoming's defeat was inexplicable, and Meng Shentong's side was somewhat unconvinced, starting a noisy discussion.
Some said, "I don't think that kid used any orthodox martial arts; maybe some kind of evil sorcery!" Others said, "
Master broke through the Wudang sword formation in one fell swoop, yet he lost to a nameless nobody who hasn't even grown up yet. It's really not worth it." But someone else said,
"This isn't sorcery; it's the Ice Soul Divine Bullet. You haven't seen it, but I know it." This was said by a White Sect lama who had
participated in the grand competition for the Golden Urn in Tibet eight years ago and had witnessed the Ice Soul Divine Bullet of the Ice Goddess. Yang Chifu asked, "Do you
know this kid's background?" The White Sect lama replied, "Wow, there's a tall, slender
young man named Chen Tianyu. This kid is that bookworm surnamed Chen." Yang Chifu had witnessed Chen Tianyu's abilities and turned
to Meng Shentong, saying, "Senior brother, this loss is suspicious!"
Upon hearing that Jiang Nan's identity was merely that of a bookworm, everyone looked at each other in shock. Several experts who had originally intended to challenge Jiang Nan
held back. Because of the vast difference in their status, a victory would be dishonorable, and a defeat would be laughable. Moreover, Jiang Nan had already retreated; according to
the rules , this meant that after his victory, he did not wish to continue fighting.
Meng Shentong said, "Victory and defeat are common occurrences in war, why should we be so concerned? Besides, in comparison, we haven't lost either. Junior brother, there's no need for unfounded
suspicions. Just be more careful in the future." Ling Xiaozi stroked his
beard and laughed, "Old Master Meng is right. Brother Tu's great victory over the Wudang sword formation, which made the Wudang sect leader dare not accept the challenge, is enough to make him immortal!" Ling Xiaozi had a grudge against the Wudang sect, so he deliberately spoke loudly
, intending for Lei Zhenzi to hear.
Lei Zhenzi, always arrogant, was deeply offended by the Wudang Sect's setback. Although Jiang Nan had shielded him from a defeat, he
still felt resentful. Upon hearing this, he couldn't contain his anger and immediately stepped forward, loudly proclaiming, "After so many matches,
it's getting late. Let's have a match among our leaders! Meng Shentong, I've heard you've mastered the Shura Yin Sha Gong, a peerless martial
art I, Lei Zhenzi, presumptuously wish to challenge you!" He had initially intended to challenge Ling Xiaozi, but then he thought, "
To shoot an arrow, shoot the horse first; to capture a thief, capture the king first." Although Ling Xiaozi was already a renowned figure, he was still inferior to Meng Shentong in status. In his
mind , the Wudang Sect was the largest sect in the martial arts world, and only by fighting Meng Shentong could he avoid disgracing his status as the leader of the Wudang Sect.
Meng Shentong said calmly, "Sect Leader Lei's memory is rather poor. Can't you remember what I just said
? Junior Brother Yang, go and talk to him!"
Yang Chifu walked to a distance of three zhang, clasped his hands and smiled, "Sect Leader Lei wants to test our sect's Asura Yin Sha Gong? That's
easy . I've practiced it for a few years, so I might as well show off my skills and take this opportunity to learn from Sect Leader Fu's Continuous Deadly Sword Technique. If Sect Leader
Lei can really take my life, then please challenge my senior brother."
Meng Shentong had already agreed with Master Tongchan before the competition that he would wait until his subordinates lost before taking turns fighting the sect
leaders. Yang Chifu was merely reiterating this intention. His words were soft yet firm, clearly showing he didn't take Lei Zhenzi seriously. Lei Zhenzi
was furious and about to retaliate when Yang Chifu, following martial arts etiquette,
clasped a chill ran through Lei Zhenzi, causing him to shiver and almost lose his breath. Startled, he quickly suppressed his anger, calmed his mind, and circulated his inner energy...
He turned around, finally feeling the chill.
In that instant, Yang Chifu's figure blurred, and he was already in front of Lei Zhenzi, laughing, "Master Fu,
why haven't you drawn your sword yet? Do you really think I, Yang, am unworthy of your instruction?" At this point, there was no time for Lei Zhenzi to avoid the fight.
In a contest between experts, both sides strive to gain the upper hand. Lei Zhenzi hurriedly turned around and took a step back, immediately drawing his sword and thrusting it backhand towards Yang Chifu's "
Xuanji . Before he even turned around, it seemed as if he had eyes in the back of his head. This backhand strike was incredibly accurate in targeting the acupoint, and
the force of the wind was whistling, clearly showing that his martial arts had reached a first-rate level. Yang Chifu dared not underestimate his opponent. He made a circle with both palms, as if to pull, and Lei Zhenzi suddenly felt
an invisible potential force pulling him, causing the sword tip to slide dozens of feet to the side, missing its target. As fate would have it, Yang Chifu
had already pushed his palms out, unleashing the Asura Yin Sha Technique.
In the past three years, Yang Chifu had received instruction from his senior brother, greatly improving his skills. He had also reached the seventh level of the Asura Yin Sha Technique. With his palms pressed
together , the cold air seemed to suddenly change the weather, from the bright spring season to the cold and desolate winter. Lei Zhenzi
, having heard what Feng Lin said, knew that he could not let his palms touch him. He immediately leaped up and used the move "Following the Sky" to change the sword
flower, thrusting it down from mid-air.
Lei Zhenzi channeled nine-tenths of his power into this sword strike, faintly carrying the sound of wind and thunder. Yang Chifu, unlike his senior brother who had cultivated an
indestructible body, dared not take the blow head-on with his flesh and blood. He was forced to use his superior lightness skill of shifting his stance to dodge the attack.
Before the second and third sword strikes followed in quick succession.
His continuous, deadly sword technique was like the surging Yangtze River and the rising tide of the sea, instantly covering the area within three zhang. Even though Yang Chifu had mastered the seventh level of
the Asura Yin Sha Gong, he could not get close for the time being.
Yang Chifu attacked from three zhang away, and although his palm strikes still possessed the power to split rocks and pierce the bones, Lei Zhenzi's skill
was enough to withstand them. The fight grew fiercer and fiercer, and soon both of them were drenched in sweat.
This battle was more captivating than the previous ones. At the tense moments, both sides held their breath in suspense.
Lei Zhen was the leader of a major sect; if he lost, the Wudang disciples would lose face. Yang Chifu was Meng Shentong's junior
brother ; if he lost, those who followed Meng Shentong would likely lose faith in him.
Meng Shentong frowned slightly. Master Jin Guang secretly observed him, noticing his lips moving slightly. It turned out Meng Shentong was using "Heavenly
Transmission " to instruct his junior brother on strategy. Master Jin Guang thought to himself, "This is bad!" However, since Meng Shentong wasn't offering assistance, and his voice
was inaudible except to Yang Chifu, Master Jin Guang, despite realizing his underhanded tactics, couldn't intervene.
Just as Master Jin Guang's thoughts began, Yang Chifu's figure blurred, suddenly catching up. He stretched out his left arm, bent both knees, and
launched a "Dragon Probing Claw" attack, aiming to snatch Lei Zhenzi's sword. Lei Zhenzi's swordsmanship was equally
formidable . Seeing Yang Chifu rush forward, it suited his needs perfectly. He immediately unleashed a "Horizontal Clouds Severing Peaks" move, the light on the sword tip suddenly increasing by several inches, as swift as
lightning, slashing horizontally towards Yang Chifu's outstretched left arm.
The sword struck, the blade trembled, and with a "swoosh," a section of Yang Chifu's long sleeve was severed. However, in that
split second , with a "clang," Yang Chifu's right middle finger flicked against the back of Lei Zhenzi's sword.
In that instant, the two figures separated again, returning to their previous distance.
On the surface, although Lei Zhenzi's sword was deflected, he had severed his opponent's sleeve, seemingly giving him a slight advantage
. The Wudang disciples cheered loudly, seeing their leader win a move. Little did they know, Lei Zhenzi was secretly groaning!
It turned out that Yang Chifu, guided by his senior brother, had devised a method to defeat his enemy. He closed in on his opponent, feigning a grappling move. As Lei Zhenzi's
sword slashed down, Yang Chifu immediately retracted his arm into his sleeve, using the "Flowing Clouds Flying Sleeves" technique to deflect the sword. Of course,
with Lei Zhenzi's skill, the sword would never be severed by his sleeve, but Yang Chifu used his sleeve as an arm, allowing the opponent to slice through, thus
gaining that fleeting opportunity to deflect Lei Zhenzi's sword.
Yang Chifu's Asura Hidden Fiend Skill had reached the seventh level, granting him the ability to "transmit power through objects." This deflection immediately transmitted a
chilling aura from Lei Zhenzi's sword to his palm, then into his body. In no time, Lei Zhenzi felt a chill
run straight to his heart!
Lei Zhenzi had already depleted a significant portion of his internal energy by defending against the Asura Hidden Fiend Technique unleashed by his opponent's palm strike. Now,
with his opponent using the ability to "transmit power through objects," the chilling energy directly invaded his body. He had to simultaneously circulate his profound internal energy
to protect his heart and defend against the enemy's attacks, naturally diminishing the power of his Continuous Life-Slaying Sword Technique.
Lei Zhenzi's swordplay gradually slowed, and the Wudang disciples sensed something was amiss. Suddenly, they heard the sound of raindrops again. This
time, the Yang Chi Talisman was even faster, its fingers flashing like lightning, striking the back of Lei Zhenzi's sword twice before calmly
retreating three points slower, this
time he didn't even manage to touch the hem of his enemy's clothes.
Yang Chifu laughed heartily, "Sect Leader Lei, do you still wish to continue?" Lei Zhenzi's face was ashen, and he remained silent.
Suddenly, he threw down his longsword and retreated.
His blood was now so cold it seemed to freeze, and the sword was ten times colder than ice;
how could he possibly hold it? He could no longer wield the sword; how could he possibly continue the match?
Yang Chifu, having won this round, still did not retreat. Standing in the center of the arena, he declared loudly, "The Wudang Sect is completely defeated. Is there
any sect leader left who wishes to challenge my Asura Yin Sha Gong?" Lei Zhenzi, who had just retreated to the edge of the arena, heard this. His already
pale face turned even more ashen, and with a "whoosh," he coughed up a mouthful of blood, his body swaying precariously!
Master Tongchan and Master Jinguang both rose from their seats, each taking one of Lei Zhenzi's arms to support him. Lei Zhenzi was
shivering when he suddenly felt two warm currents circulating within his body, instantly easing his pain and bringing him immense comfort. It turned out that these two martial arts masters
had used their own power to expel the cold and evil poison from him. Even if Meng Shentong struck
them , they would still be able to withstand two blows. Moreover, the Yang Chi Fu was only at the seventh level of power, and it was also a technique that "transmitted power through objects."
The combined efforts of the two masters were so effective that in no time, steaming white vapor emanated from the top of Lei Zhenzi's head, and his complexion gradually
became . But Lei Zhenzi's inner turmoil did not lessen at all. He sighed in a trembling voice, "Today, our sect has suffered such a great humiliation. I,
Lei Zhenzi , as the sect leader, have no face to attend this grand gathering." Master Tongchan quickly said, "A chance setback is nothing to worry about! Brother Lei, you should
rest and recuperate."
Just then, a silvery voice angrily shouted, "Who dares to look down on my Wudang Sect? There are still people from our sect here! Who..."
"Dare you say my Wudang Sect is utterly defeated? I'll show you your Luo Yin Skill now!" A beautiful young woman in white,
her robes fluttering, made her entrance—it was the Ice River Fairy! Truly:
"Jade sword and icy bullets chill the enemy's heart; at the Mangshan Gathering, she displays her divine power."
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