Martial Arts Crossover: My Wife is the Top Scholar

Chapter 166 Drunken Sword, Little Li's Flying Dagger, Never Missing its Mark

"Mysterious Buddha, your helper is dead. Are you still going to put up a stubborn resistance? Your Golden Bell Shield is full of killing intent, and its offensive power far outweighs its defensive power. How many more moves can you withstand from me?"

“You’re not the type to fight to the death. Admitting defeat isn’t something you can’t accept. More than twenty years ago, you begged and pleaded under Yan Kuangtu’s thumb, acting extremely humble, making him feel that killing you would dirty his hands…”

"At this point, you're pretending to be a chaste and virtuous woman in front of a junior? Are you kidding me?"

"Xuanfo, Yan Kuangtu is still alive. You haven't avenged yourself on him yet. Are you willing to die here?"

"Tell me who is behind you, and I may spare your life and give you a chance to make a comeback. With just one word, you can escape this place."

“Look around, listen to the shouts of battle. The Dali army has launched an attack, and the Miao village that has joined the rebellion is about to be destroyed. Why resist stubbornly?”

"Mysterious Buddha, name a man!"

"Xuanfo, this is your last chance!"

Li Zhaoting's voice was seductive, constantly weakening Xuanfo's will to resist and reducing his resistance.

If it were twenty years ago, Xuanfo, whose life's work had been destroyed by Yan Kuangtu, might have surrendered. But after twenty years of accumulation, his hatred had brewed into poison.

The water grew increasingly bland, the wine increasingly fragrant, and hatred, like a venomous snake, coiled in Xuanfo's heart. Xuanfo's heart had long been twisted, leaving only extreme madness and chaos.

To put it bluntly, this guy is a madman.

A madman with bone-chilling hatred and murderous intent.

No one can communicate normally with Xuanfo.

Even Liu Suifeng couldn't do it.

At this moment, Xuanfo had lost all human reason and was left only with the ferocity of a wild beast.

A powerful leg sweeps across, a tiger whips its tail.

The wolf reached out with its claws, and the pack tore the body apart.

The cannon's fists pound like hammers, jolting the sleeping bear awake.

A palm strike like a waterfall, the southern barbarians invade.

Every move he made was like a wild beast hunting, charging like a rhinoceros, roaring like a tiger, as ruthless as a pack of wolves, and as overwhelming as an elephant. Every part of his body became a weapon of slaughter.

"Bionics" is an important component of martial arts.

There are countless styles such as Dragon Claw, Eagle Claw, Tiger Claw, Snake Fist, Crane Fist, Five Elements Fist, and Ten Forms Fist, but no one has ever been able to display so many characteristics of ferocious beasts by himself. Xuanfo is no longer human.

Xuanfo is a beast!

A ferocious beast in human skin!
Li Zhaoting leaped towards the altar, grabbed a jar of Five Treasures Honey Wine, and gulped it down.

The effects of the alcohol surged, causing a frenzied aura to emanate from his body. His skin flushed red, and his icy inner energy condensed with the evening wind and dew into a thick white mist, through which icicles could be faintly seen.

"I have never used this sword technique before."

"You are fortunate enough to see the direct descendant of my sect!"

"Mysterious Buddha, take this!"

Li Zhaoting was visibly intoxicated.

The direct descendant of the sect... Drunken Sword!
According to his master, this sword technique originated from a set of fist techniques, which was a great source of sorrow in his life. He said it should not be used lightly unless absolutely necessary.

Of course, the master jokingly said that this sword technique might not be very useful in putting Li Zhaoting in a dangerous situation, and that it would be better to find an opportunity to escape.

"Roar!"

A bright future awaits, a tiger roars through the mountains.

Li Zhaoting's sword intent became more courageous, wilder, fiercer, more chaotic, and more domineering than Xuanfo's. It was still a tiger roaring in the mountains and forests, but its power was three or four times stronger.

Just then, Xuanfo launched an attack with his wolf claws.

Li Zhaoting suddenly drew his sword!

A drunken tiger gallops down the mountain to capture jackals!
The sword light crashed down, shattering the wolf's claws, which had been forged and torn apart by countless blows, with a single strike from Li Zhaoting. Li Zhaoting then stepped forward and rammed his sword into Xuanfo's chest.

The drunken white deer, with its swift steps like mandarin ducks, traverses the six directions!
This move is the core of the Drunken Sword technique.

Whether it's Drunken Fist or Drunken Sword, alcohol is merely an auxiliary force. The essence lies in the artistic conception. One must achieve a state of intoxication in form but not in spirit, intoxication in steps but not in mind, with spirit conveying intent, swift hands and eyes, and agile, flexible steps, combining strength and gentleness.

Footsteps are of utmost importance.

The more scattered the steps, the more stable the energy flow.

Amidst the stumbling and falling, a terrifying force, like a mountain collapsing and a tsunami crashing down, burst forth. A flash of purple light streaked past, and a teeth-grinding friction sound filled the air. The pure and thick protective aura was pierced through by the sword light.

With a single successful strike, he unleashed a flurry of swift sword attacks.

The Drunken Divine Turtle, its iron hooves shaking the universe, roars proudly.
The drunken phoenix dances and soars to the ninth heaven.

The Drunken Peacock, its five-colored tail feathers unfurling to sweep across all things;
The Drunken Crane spreads its wings and strikes in succession across the sky;
The Drunken Monkey King blasted open the Heavenly Gate with a single blow;
With each sword strike a relentless pursuit, each move a seamless chain, the final move, Drunken Monkey King, caused the Purple Rose Soft Sword to fly out of his hand, followed by a crack as the protective golden bell shattered.

Li Zhaoting formed the Vajra Wheel Mudra with both hands, condensing the sword intent of the seven Drunken Sword moves into one. The final move changed from drawing the bow to nocking an arrow, and a chanting of Buddhist hymns resounded. The divine light of the Tathagata shot out and slammed towards the top of Xuanfo's head.

The Drunken Arhat, with brows furrowed and eyes blazing, powerfully subdues the dragon!
The Buddha's divine light moves mountains and rivers!

"Boom!"

The sword light pierced Xuanfo's body from the top of his head, followed by a deafening explosion. Smoke and dust filled the sky, and clouds billowed into the air. Xuanfo was blasted into dust.

The hardened physical body was reduced to ashes.

All that remained was the skull bead necklace he always carried with him.

Li Zhaoting flicked his finger and released sword energy. The Purple Rose Soft Sword bounced twice on the ground and returned with the string of beads.

Li Zhaoting suddenly thought of something.

Previously, when capturing Qiu Batian, they obtained a pair of snowflake-patterned iron ring knives; now, they have obtained a string of human skull beads.

Why does this set of equipment look so familiar?

……

Sha Qiandeng found an opportunity to make a move.

The nineteen members of the Power Gang are all top-notch experts, and the four who made this move are all quite remarkable.

Sheng Jiangbei, known as the "Divine Fist Demon," traveled all over China to learn boxing techniques. He became proficient in dozens of boxing styles, especially local styles, and can be considered an encyclopedia of boxing.

Kong Yangqin, the "Three Absolute Sword Demon," possesses three unique skills: first, the White Silk Water-Splitting Sword, suitable for naval warfare; second, naturally dexterous hands capable of multitasking; and third, expertise in night combat. Tu Gun, the "Thousand-Handed Demon," excels in concealed weapons, possessing thirty-six techniques and thirty-six styles of hidden weapons.

"Flying Knife Wolf Demon" Sha Qiandeng is skilled at setting up formations, using red lanterns to create arrays and releasing flying knives through these formations.

The four worked together on numerous missions, once wiping out three sects in a single day, killing indiscriminately.

The martial arts and meditation skills of the eminent monks of Tianlong Temple far surpassed those of the nineteen demons. In terms of combat experience, even all of them combined could not compare to Kong Yangqin.

The masters of the Power Gang are all forged in battle. They are skilled at using all sorts of despicable and shameless schemes to kill their enemies. They are not particularly strong in direct combat, but they are always successful in sneak attacks and assassinations.

Sheng Jiangbei charged at the old monk, unleashing a flurry of flashy fist techniques. He was proficient in forty-one fist techniques and had a basic understanding of sixteen others. In terms of sheer brilliance, among the nineteen demons, Sheng Jiangbei could easily rank in the top three.

Kong Yangqin drew his sword and charged toward the two old monks. Most of their sword techniques were thrusting, even Ye Gucheng and Ximen Chuixue were no exception. However, Kong Yangqin's sword techniques were mainly slashing, and he could cut a water buffalo in half with one sword.

Tu Gun hid behind the two men and fired a hidden weapon the instant they made their move, creating a shower of flowers.

The hidden weapons fired by the leader of the Power Gang are 100% poisoned. Two of the nineteen members of the Power Gang are experts in poisons and are specifically responsible for poisoning the hidden weapons.

The eminent monks of Tianlong Temple retaliated, some using the One-Finger Divine Skill to defend themselves, and others mastering the Six Meridians Divine Sword. Their martial arts were superior to those of Sheng Jiangbei and the others, but they were held back by the three's frenzied fighting style. In less than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the impenetrable defense showed a weakness, and Sha Qiandeng shot out a flying knife. Even faster than the flying knife was a burly beast.

This person was tall and had thick body hair, but it wasn't black; most of the hair was golden.

Sun Jinyuan, the Nine-Handed Divine Eagle!

One of the four protectors of the Power Gang.

Back then, during the rise of the Power Gang, Li Chenzhou mobilized the entire power of his faction to attack the "Tianxia Society." Five of Li Chenzhou's sworn brothers died in battle, and two of his four protectors were seriously injured.

Sun Jinyuan was too brave and bloodthirsty, and charged too far forward, so he was seriously injured. However, he was very resilient and recovered in a short time. Later, when he participated in the siege of Yan Kuangtu, he was hit in the chest by Yan Kuangtu's palm, and all his ribs were broken. His chances of survival were reduced to half.

To my utter surprise, this thing came back to life.

Liu Suifeng ordered Sun Jinyuan to guard the sect and prevent him from making any moves, but this guy goes crazy when it comes to blood. He has escaped death twice in a row and no longer cares about his life.

No one is more suitable to be a suicide squad member than him.

Because Sun Jinyuan's life was a stroke of luck.

He had a good brother named Shen Qianlong, who was lucky enough to survive. He was seriously injured when attacking the Tianxia Society. After recovering, he fought fiercely against Yan Kuangtu and had his head chopped off.

For martial artists in the martial world, life and death are preordained!

Having escaped death twice and witnessed my good brother die before my eyes, what is there to fear?
Sun Jinyuan roared and charged toward Li Xunhuan.

A flying knife looms ahead, and a formidable enemy looms behind.

All the eminent monks of Tianlong Temple were detained.

How could the frail third-ranked scholar resist?
Even the third-ranked scholar couldn't withstand the assassination attempt.

Unless this third-ranked scholar is named Li Xunhuan!

Just as Sun Jinyuan thought the assassination was successful and he was about to see Li Xunhuan's brains, a dazzling, radiant blade light, more dazzling than a shooting star, brighter than the stars and moon, and eternally enduring, burst forth from Li Xunhuan's hand.

Romantic Swordsman!

The legendary Flying Dagger of Li, never missing its mark!

Li Xunhuan is now in the prime of his life, full of youthful vigor and high spirits. This is the time when he is full of scholarly ambition, pointing out the flaws in the world and expressing his opinions with great confidence.

He may not have a wealth of life experience, but he possesses the unwavering passion of youth, a righteous spirit that keeps all evil at bay, and a solid foundation that allows him to remain hidden for three years before making a name for himself.

The sword flashed past.

The throwing knife pierced straight into Sun Jinyuan's throat.

The protective aura as strong as a copper wall, the body-tempering techniques as tough as steel, and the surging blood and qi as brave and fearless all seem insignificant in front of Little Li's flying dagger.

Sun Jinyuan staggered as he charged forward, a pain shooting through his throat, followed by weakness in his limbs. His massive body, comparable to that of a gorilla, collapsed with a thud.

Just then, Sha Qiandeng's throwing knife reached Li Xunhuan's side. Li Xunhuan caught the knife, observed the lantern's position, and bounced it back along the same path.

Father, like son.

Little Li's Flying Dagger, however, can reverse this process.

Unless you personally experience Little Li's Flying Dagger, even if you record it on camera and watch it repeatedly 36,000 times, you still won't understand the true essence of the flying dagger.

In Sha Qiandeng's view, Li Xunhuan shot Sun Jinyuan with some kind of hidden weapon and used a hidden weapon technique. Now that he had personally taken the blow, he realized that his proud flying knife skills were worlds apart from Li Xunhuan's. Just by seeing the first glimpse of the blade, he knew that he was doomed.

Sha Qiandeng smiled and closed her eyes.

As a master of throwing knives, it was an honor for him to die at the hands of Little Li's throwing knives. Before he died, he saw the unparalleled and unparalleled throwing knives. What more could he ask for?
Kong Yangqin and the others were terrified!
They understood better than anyone what it felt like to have a master of hidden weapons lurking behind you during a fierce battle. Even though Li Xunhuan had no intention of launching a sneak attack, he was simply smiling and trying to persuade them to surrender. His perfect smile, as handsome as a god, was more terrifying than any demon or monster in the eighteen levels of hell in the eyes of Kong Yangqin and the others.

Damn it, aren't you a scholar?
How could a scholar know martial arts?
Aren't you worried about being ostracized by the court?
I'm not worried at all!
In fact, practicing martial arts was the mainstream practice in aristocratic families.

The main reason is... that what goes up must come down!
The Zhao Song imperial family had many problems with offspring. Whether emperors or princes, none of them had many children. Some were lucky enough to have two or three sons, while others only had daughters and had to worry day and night about their daughters and sons dying young.

To prevent princes and princesses from dying young, the royal family encouraged martial arts training to improve physical health. They did not require the princes and princesses to become martial arts masters, but at least to maintain good health and avoid illness.

Tianxiang was the most beloved princess in the royal family. The prince, empress dowager, and emperor all adored her because she was lively and active, and had been free from illness and disaster since birth.

Princes, princesses, and noble ladies practiced martial arts to strengthen their bodies. When they did their exercises, did their companions, servants, and female relatives also practice martial arts? Over time, martial arts became a common practice among the sons of aristocratic families.

Of course, as a scholarly family, they tried to maintain elegance when practicing martial arts, mainly focusing on swordsmanship, Tai Chi, etc., dressed in white, with elegant posture and graceful demeanor.

The Wudang School has developed rapidly in recent years, with lay disciples opening martial arts schools in various prefectures and cities, precisely because Tai Chi Chuan does indeed have unique advantages in terms of health preservation.

—It suits the tastes of aristocratic families!

Shaolin Luohan Fist is at a disadvantage in this respect.

The boxing style is too direct and lacks subtlety and elegance.

Furthermore, of the six arts for a gentleman, two are physical education. If a scholar is not physically active, how can he endure years of arduous study in his youth? And how can he endure working overtime and staying up late after becoming an official? Physical health is the foundation for studying!
Kong Yangqin and the others were all江湖人 (jianghu people), who spent their days studying sneak attacks and assassinations. They had no idea about the intricacies of the imperial court. They only knew that the situation was becoming increasingly dangerous. The Xuanfo brother and sister, who were responsible for stopping Xiao Feng and Li Zhaoting, were all killed. The Dali army surrounded them, and they were already in an ambush.

There is no way to heaven and no way to earth!
Since that's the case, then... let's fight to the death!

Strangely enough, most of the experts in the Power Gang are skilled in assassination and prefer to launch sneak attacks from the shadows. Logically, such people would mostly surrender when they are at a disadvantage, but the opposite is true. When the nineteen demons and eight kings of the Power Gang are at a disadvantage, they have a lot of courage to fight to the death.

The most heroic of all was the "Sword King," who was surrounded and attacked by a group of people. When his iron sword was knocked away, he used a wooden sword, and when the wooden sword broke, he used a paper sword. He was beaten to the point of exhaustion, but the Sword King refused to surrender and fought his way through the encirclement.

The same applies to Kong Yangqin and others!
He'll take someone down with him when he dies!
With Sun Jinyuan killed, Liu Suifeng's last trump card became ineffective. Instead of surrendering, the abandoned pawns fought desperately, making the scene even more intense.

The night ends and the day dawns.

Moon Hill has returned to calm.

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