Devouring Evil Martial Arts, Eliminating Demons from All Heavens

Chapter 174 Discussing Martial Arts
Oh well, I've already time-traveled, so it's not surprising if I encounter a world that has some elements similar to those in movies and TV shows.

"My martial arts skills are quite diverse."

Chu Tianshu said, "It is roughly the Heavenly Hanging Skill, Vajra Samadhi, and Palm Thunder."

Lu Shuangyan exclaimed with delight, "These are all extraordinary skills I have never encountered before! Very well, I will come and learn from them!"

He did not draw his sword, but instead made a sword-finger gesture with his right hand and swung it to the side.

A colorless, sharp wind swept to the side, and a horizontal branch of a large tree nearby suddenly snapped.

The horizontal branch was as thick as an egg and about four feet long, with many small branches and leaves.

But at the moment it broke, the entire branch began to spin horizontally.

All the leaves were torn apart by the airflow and scattered in all directions during this high-speed rotation.

The horizontal branch spun down and landed right in Lu Shuangyan's hand.

His sword energy wasn't just about sharp cutting; it also had a shockwave that caused the broken branch to spin in mid-air.

If this ingenious technique is used in combat, the enemy who tries to catch the sword with their bare hands will likely suffer a great loss.

Because the moment the blade is caught, the front half of the sword may automatically break off and rotate, severing the enemy's throat.

Lu Shuangyan deliberately revealed this to Chu Tianshu.

Chu Tianshu smiled and pressed down with his palm in mid-air.

Among the many fallen leaves floating in mid-air.

One leaf, falling at a sudden slowing speed, was tinged with a rich luster from its stem to its tip, turning a pure, jade-like green.

Lu Shuangyan watched as the pure green leaf slowly fell and touched the branch in her hand.

Ding! !

The leaves touched the branches, producing a sound like swords clashing.

The leaves immediately shattered, but there also seemed to be some puncture wounds on the bark of the branch.

What Chu Tianshu displayed was the purity of his internal strength.

Even water poured from mid-air onto a single leaf has this intensity.

If Lu Shuangyan's sword really ended up in a situation where it was caught between Chu Tianshu's palms.

In an instant, Chu Tianshu's internal energy would invade the sword, suppressing all changes.

Upon seeing this, Lu Shuangyan's eyes lit up with even greater joy.

Discussing martial arts skills and testing combat strength are different.

For example, after the invention of gunpowder, if the goal was simply to increase its destructive power, then the total amount of gunpowder would simply be increased.

This was the most effective method at the time; one pound of gunpowder was definitely not as powerful as two pounds.

However, this is not the most promising direction.

Rather than simply thinking about producing more gunpowder, researching and improving the gunpowder formula is a form of technological advancement.

Once the latter achieves a breakthrough, the resulting growth rate is often higher than that of the former.

If both sides in a battle are simply focused on comparing their combat strength, or even killing each other.

Some ideas that are not yet fully developed are not suitable for use in battle.

Only when both sides are truly committed to a martial arts contest, and their sincerity is strong enough to make the other feel their earnestness.

Only then can the two of them unreservedly showcase their exploration of martial arts.

Xiahou Feishan's breathing became extremely slow and low, and he turned his body to the side, retreating to the right side of the mountain path.

He wasn't worried about being accidentally injured in the martial arts competition, but rather that his presence would be a distraction for the two of them.

Although both of them had defeated him, Xiahou Feishan was, after all, someone who had cultivated his own sword intent.

If he gets too close during a martial arts debate and his mind becomes agitated, it could distract both sides and prevent them from fully enjoying themselves.

However, Xiahou Feishan was also full of curiosity and couldn't bear to miss this martial arts competition.

Therefore, he focused intently and retreated very carefully, stepping back two feet at a time.

Wait until he retreats to the twentieth step.

Lu Shuangyan suddenly moved, the branch in her hand thrusting forward.

With this thrust, his body naturally left the ground, transforming into a sharp shadow that cut through the air and struck straight ahead.

Those who cultivate sword energy always prioritize the condensation and concentration of that energy.

The goal of thrusting the sword is to create a flat trajectory in the air.

Little did they know that the sword is ultimately in the hands of the man. While a thin and straight sword technique can certainly make the sword strike faster, it is ultimately a matter of human skill.

However, as long as the enemy is a little further away, the more a person tries to move forward, the stronger the wind resistance will be.

A clear divide will emerge between the person and the sword.

Lu Shuangyan's sword aura is different.

As he drew his sword and charged forward, the energy emanating from the sword formed a peculiar shape that subtly enveloped his entire body.

When a strong wind blows in your face, it will be smoothly pushed aside by this unique shape.

Moreover, the airflow will provide him with buoyancy.

Therefore, if he were to draw his sword and attack, he could normally pierce more than ten feet away with a single step.

Chu Tianshu was originally less than three zhang away from him.

The speed and ferocity of this sword strike that carried the person were unimaginable.

Chu Tianshu flicked his left hand, and his fingernails suddenly grew longer, each nail plate resembling blue steel, radiating a smooth and dazzling luster.

A few fingernails lashed against the side of the tree branch.

It was as if several iron bars, prepared beforehand, had been swept out by a powerful mechanism, striking the branch precisely. The branch snapped and tilted sharply.

Lu Shuangyan touched the ground with one foot and stopped abruptly.

Grayish-white sword energy emanated from beneath his feet, piercing diagonally into the earth.

His entire body seemed to be merely the tip of this gray-white sword energy.

That's why he stopped with just a slight jolt, and even swayed backward due to the resilience of the sword energy beneath his feet.

He narrowly avoided Chu Tianshu's right-hand grab.

With this sway, the branch gained a suitable distance to strike.

The tip of the branch flickered, leaving a silent afterimage as it pierced towards Chu Tianshu's knee.

Chu Tianshu slashed outwards with his left hand, the nail plate like a knife, preemptively intercepting Lu Shuangyan's wrist.

Lu Shuangyan changed her moves again.

Sever the throat, stab the knee, stab the abdomen, stab the shoulder, stab the collarbone, stab the tip of the nose...

The appearance and movements of the Thirteen Deadly Swords are extremely simple.

There are not many sword techniques that involve blocking and swirling clouds, as is common in ordinary swordplay.

However, his sword intent was completely natural, as if he were not a mere physical body wielding a sword.

Rather, it is a divine soul transcending the mundane world, wielding a wisp of sword light.

Every detail is refined during the process of shaking the sword, drawing the sword, and changing moves.

Where should each finger of the hand holding the branch be positioned?

When drawing the sword, there is a slight movement of the fingers; when retracting the sword, there are dynamic changes in the fingers, wrist, and even the whole body.

The entire process proceeded without any delays or internal friction.

All martial arts in the region do not excel in the study of the physical body.

Lu Shuangyan's physical appearance was also able to remain so unrestrained.

This only shows that when he studied swordsmanship in the past, he clearly perceived the wear and tear on his relatively weak physical body during the flow of sword energy inside and outside, and made corrections to his movements accordingly.

No wonder it was considered the most suitable sword for killing.

With this set of sword techniques and understanding of humanoid creatures, as long as the opponent's skills are even slightly inferior, life or death can probably be decided within one or two sword strikes.

However, Chu Tianshu intercepted all of these sword techniques.

Unbeknownst to him, Chu Tianshu had taken a step forward.

He took that step when the tip of his left middle fingernail touched the branch again.

In the blink of an eye, this step completely destroyed the sense of distance between the two sides.

Without hesitation, Lu Shuangyan rose into the air.

Using its height to compensate for the distance as much as possible, it thrust down with a sword in mid-air.

When the sword was drawn, the tip of the branch emitted a faint, icy-white light.

Brilliant as the starlight in winter.

Lu Shuangyan's eyes seemed to freeze for a moment, as if she wanted to retain that glimmer of light for a long time.

The idea that the world is unbearably hot is largely unbelievable.

Only the skills honed in one's heart and body from childhood can be trusted, and only the three-foot-long, cold, sharp blade by one's side can accompany one.

His Thirteen Deadly Swords are actually a progressive process of sword moves, sword energy, and sword intent.

When he comprehended the thirteenth sword, he had already cultivated the divine intent of the sword path.

However, the sword intent of his sword strike did not radiate outwards, but only affected himself.

It wasn't until the fourteenth sword strike that his sword intent was uncontrollably revealed in reality.

Those who saw that tiny white light felt a chill run through their hearts.

It felt as if a frozen iron hammer had pierced my heart.

Xiahou Feishan's pupils contracted sharply as he keenly sensed the dazed, deathly fear emanating from the monks in the surrounding woods, a fear as cold as icy sparks, which was suddenly captured by that sword.

They all aimed their stabs at Chu Tianshu.

To find peace and quiet, one must use this cold symbol of death in one's hand as a boundary marker.

Click! !

Chu Tianshu's two rows of teeth suddenly collided.

There was no roar, only the sound of the collision, extremely short yet intense, like two bolts of lightning striking each other.

He shuddered, and the air around him turned bluish, with a hint of expansion like a lotus flower.

The air and internal energy had been interacting for a long time and had become mixed together. Under the interference of his physical body, it was like turning into thick mercury, heavy in substance and powerful in sound.

Thunder shakes the heart and mind, awakens the spirit and makes one fearless; the flow of energy is dense, and the thunderous energy subdues the waves!
Chu Tianshu met the sword with a palm strike.

Lu Shuangyan's hair at her temples faltered, and she stood suspended in mid-air. Although the sword light on the tree branch flew down, its speed was noticeably reduced.

Just as the sword's edge was about to touch Chu Tianshu's palm.

Chu Tianshu suddenly flipped his palm and pressed down.

bass! !

The sword's edge pierced the ground and disappeared.

The earth, vast and boundless like a sea, swallowed up the power of the fourteenth sword!

(End of this chapter)