Quickly conquer the martial arts world, and let your fists dominate the heavens!

Bai Lu turned her head slightly, a faint smile playing on her lips, but her tone was unquestionable as she said:
"If you want to barge into Sister Shuangjiang's room, you'll have to ask me first."

Before she could finish speaking, Ba Tianshi could no longer hold back.

"Don't be arrogant!" Ba Tianshi shouted, and his figure suddenly moved.

His lightness skill was already unparalleled in the martial arts world, but now, enraged, his speed became even more astonishing. His figure turned into a blur, and his palm, carrying surging internal energy, struck Bai Lu's face.

This palm strike is powerful and forceful, with profound internal energy. Ordinary martial arts masters would probably not even have a chance to react.

Faced with this fierce palm strike, Bai Lu merely raised an eyebrow slightly, her expression remaining calm.

Without moving, her five fingers spread out like slender jade bamboo shoots, and she lightly struck out with her palm. The palm movement was gentle, like a plum blossom just beginning to bloom, with a touch of freehand style.

"Oh!"

The two palms collided, and a muffled thud was heard.

Ba Tianshi felt a force that was both soft and hard coming from under his palm, as if his powerful internal energy had hit cotton.

Just as he was about to exert his strength to break through, that soft force suddenly transformed into a fierce one, rebounding from his arm.

He was startled and quickly changed his move, shifting his body to the side in an attempt to avoid the recoil.

But Bai Lu was faster than him.

The moment their bodies intersected, Bai Lu's palm, like a plum blossom in bloom, swiftly moved along Ba Tianshi's arm.

Her slender fingertips precisely brushed across several acupoints on Ba Tianshi's arm.

"hiss--!"

A cry of pain came from Ba Tianshi's mouth.

He felt a numbness in his left arm, followed by a strange force that spread along his acupoints. It was as if the tendons and bones of his entire arm were locked, his internal energy became stagnant, and he could no longer mobilize any of it.

In shock, he clutched his arm and staggered backward, his face as pale as paper.

A perfectly healthy arm suddenly seemed to have lost all feeling and was disconnected from the body.

Upon seeing this, Duan Zhengchun hurriedly stepped forward and steadily supported Ba Tianshi, his expression full of surprise and uncertainty.

He never expected that the white-clad woman in front of him, who looked to be under twenty years old, would possess such unfathomable martial arts skills.

Although Ba Tianshi was only at the mid-stage of the Innate Realm, he was still one of the best fighters in Dali. His lightness skills and palm techniques were quite famous in the martial arts world. However, he couldn't even last two or three moves against Bai Lu.

With just a few light taps, the other party rendered one of his arms useless.

"Young lady, your kung fu is excellent."

Duan Zhengchun said in a deep voice, having already abandoned the idea of ​​taking action rashly.

Bai Lu's strength far exceeded his expectations. If he took action now, not only would he fail to rescue Duan Yu, but he might also completely ruin the situation.

Just as he was about to speak again, a violent commotion suddenly erupted outside the valley, accompanied by shouts of killing, which grew closer and closer.

"Someone has broken into the valley!" Ba Tianshi said in a deep voice, enduring the discomfort in his arm.

As soon as he finished speaking, a group of figures rushed into Wanjie Valley.

Leading the group were several women dressed in black, all of whom were masked, revealing only pairs of cold eyes. Their strange attire and the murderous aura emanating from them gave them a chilling presence.

He was followed by dozens of men and women, all dressed in the same clothes and carrying long swords.

Duan Zhengchun recognized him at a glance.

It is the attire of the disciples of the Wuliang Sword Sect of Wuliang Mountain.

The Wuliang Sword Sect has always been divided into the Eastern Branch and the Western Branch. The two branches have been fighting each other for years to compete for the right to rule the sword sect. They are irreconcilable enemies.

But at this moment, Zuo Zimu, the leader of the Eastern Sect, and Xin Shuangqing, the leader of the Western Sect, stood side by side, following behind the woman in black with solemn expressions.

Duan Zhengchun had never seen those women in black before. Their aura was cold and eerie, unlike that of any well-known sect in the martial arts world.

The woman in black at the head of the group stopped and scanned the scene in the valley before finally fixing her gaze on Bai Lu.

Zuo Zimu, standing behind her, quickly stepped forward, bowed respectfully to the leading woman in black, and said in a respectful tone, "Holy Envoy, it is she! She broke into my Wuliang Mountain Forbidden Area that day, destroyed the forbidden area's furnishings, and stole many ancient books!"

Zuo Zimu pointed at Bai Lu, his eyes filled with resentment.

On that day, Bailu and Shuangjiang broke into the forbidden area behind Wuliang Mountain, easily stole the secret manual, and even destroyed the extremely lifelike stone statue that could bewitch anyone who looked at it.

The black-clad envoy nodded slowly, took two steps forward, and fixed his icy gaze on Bai Lu.

He completely ignored Duan Zhengchun, Ba Tianshi, and Duan Yu standing to the side.

"Venturing into forbidden territory is a capital offense."

Six words, simple and clear, yet exuding a suffocating killing intent.

As soon as she finished speaking, she rubbed her palms together slightly, and six silver rays shot out from her palms, heading straight for Bailu like shooting stars chasing the moon.

Six plum blossom-shaped flying needles, their bodies thin and shimmering with an eerie blue light, were clearly coated with potent poison.

Despite the sudden attack, Bai Lu remained calm and composed.

He stood still, his fingertips moving rapidly in front of him as if picking plum petals.

Her movements were light and agile, like a butterfly flitting among flowers, each movement precise and accurate.

The six plum blossom needles that were rushing towards her seemed to be bound by an invisible force as soon as they entered the range of her fingertips. Their speed suddenly slowed down, and they could no longer move forward even an inch. They obediently stayed in the air, floating motionless.

With a flick of her fingertips, Bai Lu steadily controlled six plum blossom needles in front of her, which intertwined to form a small circle.

She didn't even touch the flying needles directly, clearly recognizing the deadly poison on them.

"Tianshan Plum Blossom Hand!?"

Upon seeing this, the leading black-clad envoy couldn't help but exclaim in surprise, "How do you know the Plum Blossom Hand technique of my Lingjiu Palace?"

The Tianshan Plum Blossom Hand is a unique skill of the Lingjiu Palace, extremely exquisite, capable of neutralizing the power of all kinds of weapons in the world, and very few people in the martial arts world can learn it.

It's truly unbelievable that this young woman in white could wield the Tianshan Plum Blossom Hand technique with such mastery.

Upon hearing this, Bai Lu's lips curled into a cold smile, but she did not reply.

With a slight tremor of her fingertips, a surge of internal energy flowed from them, causing the six suspended plum blossom needles to change direction like arrows released from a bow, flying back towards the black-clad envoy.

The flying needles were even faster than when they came, carrying a sharp gust of wind.

The black-clad envoy's expression changed, and he hurriedly dodged to the side.

The Wuliang Sword Sect disciples and other women in black behind her also quickly moved aside, fearing they would be affected by the flying needles.

However, the flying needles controlled by Bailu could be manipulated by her internal energy, moving in all directions as she pleased, rather than flying in a straight line.

Just as the black-clad envoy was about to dodge, the six flying needles suddenly paused in mid-air, abruptly changed direction, and aimed straight at her back.

The black-clad envoy sensed the danger behind him, and his expression changed drastically.

She remained still, and it was too late for her to dodge.

In that critical moment, her eyes hardened, and she suddenly reached out, grabbed the back of the collar of a Wuliang Sword Sect disciple beside her, and shoved him violently behind her. "Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!"

All six plum blossom needles struck the Wuliang Sword Sect disciple.

The poison took effect instantly. The disciple didn't even have time to scream before his body stiffened rapidly, his skin turned black at a visible speed, and he died instantly, falling straight to the ground.

This scene left everyone present stunned.

Duan Zhengchun frowned, not expecting this black-clad envoy to be so ruthless, sacrificing his men without hesitation in order to protect himself.

The disciples of the Wuliang Sword Sect looked extremely grim when they saw their fellow disciples being sacrificed so easily.

The eyes that looked at the woman were filled with fear and numbness, but no one dared to protest.

The disciples of the Wuliang Sword Sect looked at their fellow disciples lying on the ground, their dark corpses a horrifying sight, yet not one of them dared to show the slightest dissatisfaction.

Beneath the skin of their necks lies a life-or-death talisman, a method used by the Lingjiu Palace to control people. When it takes effect, the itching and pain are excruciating, making life worse than death.

Under the threat of the Life and Death Talisman, let alone sacrificing a fellow disciple, even if they were to personally kill their fellow disciples, they would have no choice but to obey.

Having received orders from the black-clad envoy, they had no choice but to grit their teeth, brandish their longswords, and charge towards Bailu.

Seeing this, Duan Zhengchun reached out to support Duan Yu beside him, and with a light tap of his toes, quickly retreated with Duan Yu behind a boulder several feet away.

This spot offers a clear view of the battle, and it's relatively safe, so you don't have to worry about being caught in the crossfire.

Duan Yu leaned against the boulder, still feeling a bit cold all over; the weakness from the onset of the cold poison hadn't completely dissipated.

Seeing Bai Lu surrounded by dozens of people, he couldn't help but raise his voice to warn her, "Miss Bai Lu, be careful! There are too many of them!"

Upon hearing this, Bai Lu turned around and glanced at him, her tone somewhat speechless: "Mind your own business."

As soon as she finished speaking, she gently touched her waist and a gleaming silver whip was in her hand.

The whip was made entirely of silver, with a slender body that exuded a cold, sharp light. A small silver bell was tied to the tip of the whip, but it made no sound when shaken, clearly indicating that it was a specially crafted weapon.

"laugh!"

With a flick of her wrist, Bai Lu unleashed a silver whip that swept out like a white snake come to life, accompanied by a fierce gust of wind.

She was using the White Python Whip Technique, a style of whip technique that was agile and unpredictable, combining both strength and gentleness. Now, when she used it, it was brought to its fullest potential.

The whips flashed repeatedly, like countless silver snakes dancing wildly in the sky, completely protecting her body.

The two Wuliang Sword Sect disciples who were at the forefront were struck by the tip of the whip before they could even get half a step closer to the wooden house.

Two screams rang out, and the swords in their hands flew out of their grasp, blood splattering from their wrists, their bones shattered.

Seeing this, the disciples behind paused their attack slightly, but dared not stop.

They gritted their teeth, changed formations, and attacked Bailu from all directions, their sword moves crisscrossing, trying to tear apart her whip-like defense.

But Bai Lu's figure moved like a butterfly flitting among flowers in the encirclement, light and agile. The soft whip in her hands was controlled at will, sometimes like a white snake spitting its tongue, directly targeting the enemy's vitals.

Sometimes it's like a silver ribbon wrapping around you, deflecting the incoming sword energy; other times it's like a sudden thunderclap, sweeping across the battlefield with fierce power.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The continuous impact sounds rang out, each accompanied by the disciple's screams and the sound of bones shattering.

Bai Lu's whip technique is fast and ruthless, with each strike being incredibly precise. It either knocks the enemy's weapon away or severely injures their bones and muscles. No one can last more than three moves against her.

In a short while, seven or eight disciples of the Wuliang Sword Sect had fallen to the ground, groaning in pain, while the remaining disciples became increasingly hesitant in their attacks.

The black-clad envoy stood still, coldly observing the battle. He held little hope for the Wuliang Sword Sect.

Having said that, she waved her hand behind her and said coldly, "Nine Heavens and Nine Departments, make your move!"

At her command, the nine women in black who had been standing behind her moved simultaneously.

These nine people are members of the Nine Heavens and Nine Departments of Lingjiu Palace, belonging to the nine departments of Haotian, Yangtian, Chitian, Zhutian, Chengtian, Youtian, Xuantian, Luantian, and Juntian respectively. Each of them is a master with unique skills.

With synchronized movements and swift as ghosts, they rushed out in an instant, forming a tight encirclement that trapped Bailu in the center.

The nine men all used unusual weapons, each one different from the others.

The women of the Haotian tribe held a pair of scorpion-tail hooks, the hooks curved and covered with barbs.

Yang Tianbu, on the other hand, wielded a chain spear. The spear was long and slender, and the chain was strong, making it suitable for both long-range attacks and close-range defense.

The weapon of the Crimson Heaven Division is a plum blossom shovel, with a plum blossom-shaped head and sharp edges, which makes a whistling sound when wielded.

Zhu Tianbu possessed two flying wheels, their bodies covered in sharp blades. She threw them with a wave of her hand, and they spun towards Bai Lu with a fierce gust of wind.

Cheng Tianbu's weapon was a thin, golden rope that could firmly entangle the enemy's weapons.

The weapon of the You Tian tribe is a ghost-headed saber, heavy in weight, and powerful in its strikes.

The Xuan Tian Department's weapon is a pair of judge's pens, with sharp tips, specifically designed to attack the enemy's acupoints.

The sword of the Luan Tian tribe is a soft sword, its blade as supple as silk, yet capable of easily piercing iron armor.

The Juntian tribe's shield is a bronze shield with strange patterns engraved on it, which can both defend and launch hidden weapons.

The nine people attacked simultaneously, all of them being innate masters. They unleashed their unique weapons, and their offensive instantly became incredibly fierce.

This offensive strategy is well-coordinated, combining offense and defense, with each movement seamlessly connected, clearly a combined attack technique honed over a long period of time.

Duan Zhengchun, hiding behind a boulder, watched the nine men's attack and his expression grew serious.

Having experienced the martial world for many years, he had seen countless masters and strange weapons, but this kind of bizarre and fierce combined attack technique was something he had never seen before.

Individually, these nine people might not be as skilled as him, but when they joined forces, their power increased exponentially. He believed that he would be at a disadvantage in just a few moves.

Duan Yu was also stunned and couldn't help but exclaim, "Will Miss Bailu be in danger?"

Duan Zhengchun remained silent, his eyes fixed intently on the battle.

Faced with such a fierce combined attack, Bai Lu's expression finally turned serious.

She was no longer as relaxed as before. Her wrists spun rapidly, and the silver whip danced even faster, its shadow forming a wall that completely protected her.

“Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding!”

A series of loud crashes rang out, and sparks flew everywhere.

The silver whip clashed repeatedly with various unusual weapons, each collision carrying a sharp gust of wind.

Bai Lu's White Python Whip technique was agile and unpredictable; with a flick of her wrist, the soft whip coiled around the chain spear of the Yangtian tribe woman like a silver snake.

With a sudden, forceful pull, the woman staggered and was almost pulled in front of him.

Just then, the Ghost Head Blade of the Youtian Tribe struck, forcing Bailu to release her chain spear and retreat quickly to avoid the powerful blow.

But as soon as she stepped back, Zhu Tianbu's two flying wheels attacked her.

Danger after danger!

If this isn't handled properly, the neck will be severed from the head. (End of Chapter)