Martial Arts Crossover: The Sweeping Monk of Wudang? That's our patriarch!

Xuan Cheng replied calmly, "I broke through by sheer luck. You flatter me, Master Zhang."

He paused slightly, his expression turned serious, and he said in a clear voice:

"Today is Master Zhang's birthday, and there should be no unforeseen complications. However, Xie Xun, the Golden-Haired Lion King, has a long list of evil deeds, staining the martial world with blood, and even my Shaolin disciples have died at his hands. Such a villain deserves to be killed by everyone!"

"I've heard that only Zhang Wuxia, a disciple of Master Zhang, knows the whereabouts of that man surnamed Xie. Please, Zhang Wuxia, tell me—where exactly is Xie Xun?"

Before he finished speaking, Xuan Cheng's gaze was like a knife, piercing straight at Zhang Cuishan.

As soon as he finished speaking, the various factions, as if by unison, roared in unison:

"Please inform me, Zhang Wuxia, where is Xie Xun?"

Hundreds of people shouted in unison, creating a surging sound that shook the pillars of Zixiao Palace and made their eardrums feel like they were about to burst.

The atmosphere suddenly froze, and a murderous intent surged within.

The Wudang disciples were ashen-faced and burning with rage.

Meanwhile, the onlookers, mostly wandering martial arts practitioners, had their eyes shining – the show was finally about to begin!

Inside the Sutra Repository, Lin Daochen sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, his divine sense encompassing the entire area. His expression remained unchanged, but a cold glint flashed in his eyes.

Zhang Cuishan stepped forward and said loudly, "Heroes, to be honest, I do know the whereabouts of Xie Xun, the Golden-Haired Lion King."

He paused, his voice clear and resonant: "But Xie Xun and I have sworn brotherhood eight times, sharing weal and woe; he is my elder brother! For men and women of the martial world, the most important thing is 'righteousness'! I, Zhang Cuishan, may lose my head, may shed my blood, but I will never abandon this 'righteousness'!"

Even if I were surrounded by a thousand blades today, I would never utter a single word about my brother!

"This matter has nothing to do with my master, nor with my fellow disciples from Wudang. If there is any blame, I, Zhang Cuishan, will bear it all! If you want to fight or kill, come at me!"

His words were forceful, upright, and showed no sign of backing down.

Before the words were finished, Song Yuanqiao and the other six stepped forward in unison, shouting in unison:

"What happens to our Fifth Junior Brother is what happens to the Seven Heroes of Wudang! If the sky falls, we'll shoulder it together!"

"Senior Brother..." Zhang Cuishan turned his head, his eyes slightly hot, as if he wanted to say something more.

Song Yuanqiao raised his hand to stop him and said in a deep voice, "Fifth Junior Brother, there's no need for such words between brothers."

This scene caused many people from Shaolin, Emei, and other sects to turn grim.

"Zhang Cuishan!" A sharp, angry shout pierced the air.

An old nun strode out, her face cold and stern, her eyes filled with murderous intent.

It was none other than the Emei Sect Leader—Abbess Miejue!

"Xie Xun is a demonic figure from the Demonic Sect, cruel and bloodthirsty! You actually became sworn brothers with him and openly protected him, which is simply self-degradation! What's even more absurd is that you knew Yin Susu was a demoness from the Eagle Sect, who had corrupted the martial world, yet you still married her—you are blinded by lust and have no shame!"

She pointed her sword and shouted sharply, "If you don't hand over Xie Xun's whereabouts today, don't blame this nun for being merciless with her sword!"

"Abbess Miejue, shut up!"

A cold shout rang out!

Yu Lianzhou took a step forward, his eyes as cold as ice, staring directly at Miejue: "How dare you, an outsider, interfere in the actions of my Wudang disciples? Don't threaten my fifth junior brother with your life! You have no right to run wild in my Wudang!"

His words were full of contempt.

A mere Grandmaster dares to put on airs in front of Wudang?

"Arrogant!" Abbess Miejue trembled with rage. "Apart from Master Zhang, who in your Wudang sect is my match?"

"Then let's try." Yu Lianzhou sneered as he stepped forward, standing between the two groups with his hands behind his back. "No need for my master to lift a finger; I'll accompany you. If I lose, I'll cripple my martial arts on the spot; if you lose—leave the Heaven-Slaying Sword behind, slap yourself ten times, and then publicly apologize to my fifth junior brother and sister-in-law! Do you dare?"

"As long as Master Zhang doesn't make a move, what is there to be afraid of!" Miejue responded sternly.

She has always been proud and arrogant, so why would she be afraid of a second-generation disciple of Wudang?

Her gaze, however, drifted intentionally or unintentionally towards Zhang Sanfeng, who sat upright in the hall.

Zhang Sanfeng said calmly, "What the second brother said is what I said. As long as it's a fair competition, I will not interfere."

His tone was calm, yet it exuded an undeniable confidence.

The techniques his disciples learned were all peerless methods created by his senior brother. In the same realm, who could reign supreme?

Xuan Cheng added from the side, "Master, please proceed with your actions. This humble monk guarantees that no one will interfere."

He wanted to use this battle to test the depth of Wudang martial arts.

Having received promises from two top masters, Abbess Miejue had no more scruples.

She drew her sword, walked up to Yu Lianzhou, and coldly said, "Draw your sword."

"No need." Yu Lianzhou stood with his hands behind his back, his expression indifferent. "You may make your move."

"You're courting death!" Miejue laughed in extreme anger.

In the next instant, the sword light tore through the sky!

The moment the Heaven-Slaying Sword was drawn, its chilling sword energy rose like an angry dragon, carrying the force of a raging storm and thunder, and struck straight at Yu Lianzhou's head!

boom--!

The void shattered, and the sword intent surged like a tide, its power terrifying beyond measure!

Not only that.

What she held in her hand was a divine weapon—the Heaven-Slaying Sword. With each flicker of its blade, its sharpness surged, increasing the power of this strike by thirty percent.

The sword flashed like a dragon, its chill sweeping across the entire arena. The onlookers, martial arts heroes, were startled and couldn't help but sigh inwardly: This old nun has a truly terrible temper, but her kung fu is ridiculously tough.

To be able to hold onto the Heaven-Slaying Sword for so many years in the bloody world of martial arts without letting go, one must have real skills; otherwise, one would have been skinned alive and torn apart long ago.

Everyone's gaze shifted and fixed on Yu Lianzhou—could he withstand this sword strike?

Yu Lianzhou drew a celestial arc with his fists, and the yin and yang energies intertwined. The two fist energies, one black and one white, coiled like dragons and instantly wrapped around the sharp sword energy.

With a flick of his wrists, he channeled his energy, cleverly using technique to deflect the entire sword energy!

boom--!!!

The sword energy slammed into the bluestone floor of Zixiao Palace, creating a deep gash and sending fragments of stone flying.

"What a brilliant move to use someone else's strength against them!" Xuan Cheng's pupils constricted slightly as he secretly praised him.

He admired not the sword strike that annihilated Miejue, but Yu Lianzhou's fist technique—seemingly effortless, yet actually masterful. Using minimal force to deflect a great weight? Easier said than done; in the world, only a handful of people can truly achieve it.

Xuan Cheng's eyes narrowed, and he no longer hesitated, staring intently at every move in the arena. This was clearly a secret technique kept secret by Wudang. If he were to face Zhang Sanfeng in the future, what he saw today might be the key to breaking the deadlock.

On the field, Abbess Miejue's expression suddenly changed.

She never expected that her all-out attack would be so easily neutralized.

Before the thought even finished, Yu Lianzhou's body had already moved—his toes lightly touched the ground, as if he were walking on clouds, closing in in an instant, and his fist crashed down!

The black and white forces surged like a tide, compressing the air and creating explosive sounds as they crashed down on Abbess Miejue.

"snort!"

With a cold shout, Miejue advanced instead of retreating, swinging the Heaven-Slaying Sword into a full moon shape and slashing horizontally to meet the force of the fist head-on!

boom!boom!boom!boom!

The sword energy and the fist wind clashed wildly, and the sound of metal clashing against metal was deafening.

But after a few breaths, Miejue's brow twitched—something was wrong!

In this head-on confrontation, she was actually starting to lose!

"Impossible!" she roared inwardly.

She reached the Grandmaster realm more than ten years earlier than Yu Lianzhou, so how could her internal strength be inferior to his?

What she didn't know was that the Emei Nine Yang Skill originated from the incomplete "Nine Yang True Scripture," only capturing one-third of its essence; while Yu Lianzhou practiced the "Hun Yuan Wu Ji Skill" created by Lin Daochen—this skill's power was far beyond even the complete version of the "Nine Yang Divine Skill," let alone her abridged version.

The overwhelming superiority in attack methods had already predetermined the outcome of this duel.

"How could I be defeated by you!" Bloodshot appeared in Miejue's eyes. He suddenly activated all his true energy, and his inner force surged out like a river bursting its banks!

The sword energy surged, its sharpness rising against the tide, directly threatening Yu Lianzhou!

Yu Lianzhou's eyes sharpened, his true energy surged like thunder, and his fist power rose once again!

boom--!!!

A deafening roar tore through the sky, a powerful storm arose, and the aftershocks forced the surrounding crowd to retreat.

As the smoke and dust cleared, Miejue staggered back three steps, her steps faltering; Yu Lianzhou, however, stood firmly in place, her robes fluttering, completely still.

The onlookers were in an uproar:

"My God... Even Abbess Miejue was getting completely overwhelmed wielding the Heaven-Slaying Sword?"

"Yu Erxia is too fierce!"

"Wudang's kung fu is miles ahead of Emei's!"

The comments were like needles, pricking Miejue until her face turned red and her heart burned with rage.

"Ah—!" She roared to the sky, her sword flashed again, her killing intent soaring, and she pounced on Yu Lianzhou once more!

The two exchanged blows with fists and swords, their movements as swift as lightning.

After dozens of moves, Extinction was completely suppressed. His swordplay was chaotic, and he had to rely entirely on instinct to block and dodge, facing constant danger.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see at a glance that without a trump card to turn the tide, this battle is already lost.

They themselves were fully aware of the extinction.

"I'll risk it all!" Her eyes flashed with ferocity, her teeth clenched, and she disregarded the energy expenditure, directly burning all her internal force!

In an instant, his true essence surged, and the Heaven-Slaying Sword burst forth with a dazzling cold light, unleashing the strongest sword strike of his life!

Boom! ...

The sword energy, as thick as a giant python, tore through the void, carrying a world-destroying force, and slashed straight at Yu Lianzhou!

That sword strike was extremely sharp and domineering, far exceeding the limits of ordinary grandmasters.

Where the sword passed, a deep abyss tens of feet long was carved out of the ground, and rubble rained down!

The entire audience was horrified, and countless people turned pale—they would never have been able to withstand that sword strike!

Song Yuanqiao and the others' expressions changed slightly, filled with worry. Only Zhang Sanfeng remained standing with his hands behind his back, his expression calm.

Inside the Sutra Repository, Lin Daochen sat upright as before, his gaze calm, as if everything was within his expectations.

If Yu Lianzhou can't even block this one sword, then all his hard work over the years will have been in vain.

"One move decides the outcome."

Before he finished speaking, Yu Lianzhou's aura suddenly surged, his fists tumbling like dragons and snakes, and as the palm wind swirled, a slowly rotating black and white Tai Chi diagram appeared in front of him, with Yin and Yang flowing and the energy perfectly natural.

boom--!

Abbess Miejue's sword energy struck the Tai Chi diagram fiercely, but it was like a mud ox sinking into the sea, unable to advance an inch. Not only did the fierce sword intent fail to break through the defense, but it was also disintegrated layer by layer under the rotation and pull of the Tai Chi diagram. Furthermore, some of her true energy was absorbed in the opposite direction, turning into an aid, making the power of the Tai Chi diagram grow stronger and stronger.

"Not bad, Lianzhou, this disciple, has finally found his own path in Tai Chi."

Inside the Sutra Repository, Lin Daochen's lips curled slightly, a hint of approval flashing in his eyes.

In the center of the battlefield.

Seeing that her sword was being restrained, Abbess Miejue's eyes turned cold. She gritted her teeth and urged her remaining true essence to frantically pour into the sword energy, determined to tear through the defense.

She didn't believe that a rising star could really outshine her, the Emei Sect Leader who had been famous for many years!

As long as this Tai Chi barrier is broken, today's battle will still be her victory!

"Zhang Cuishan! If you refuse to reveal Xie Xun's whereabouts, I will cripple your senior brother today and see how long you can keep up this act!"

Hatred welled up in her eyes, and she also harbored murderous intent towards Zhang Cuishan.

However, at the very moment she was making her desperate attempt—Yu Lianzhou made his move.

With a sudden push of both hands, the Tai Chi diagram erupted, unleashing a force as powerful as a mountain collapsing and sea splitting, like a raging tide crashing against the shore. In an instant, it crushed the sword energy and headed straight for Abbess Miejue!

At this moment, her true energy was almost exhausted, and she was powerless to block anymore, not even having time to dodge.

The Emei disciples cried out in alarm, but the rescue was still on its way. Meanwhile, the person who could truly save her stood by indifferently, making no move.