Wuxia: Start with max-level Nine Yang Divine Skill

Li Fu spread his palms out, the left hand soft and the right hand hard, like the separation of yin and yang.

With a circular motion of his left palm, the wind from his palm seemed to be drawn by invisible threads. Shen Hou's Taiyi Dividing Light technique, which was full of killing power, trembled slightly at the tip of his sword and its trajectory changed abruptly!

With a diagonal slash of his right palm, the force surged forth like a master craftsman wielding an axe, cutting into Chenlong's powerful fist energy from the side, deflecting and turning!

In an instant, the situation reversed.

Shenhou's longsword was supposed to pierce Li Fu, but at this moment, as if by some strange twist of fate, it swiftly stabbed towards Chenlong's right rib, an open space!

Chenlong's fists should have shattered Li Fu, but instead, the energy from his fists rose and enveloped Shenhou!

Both of them possessed the culmination of their life's work, using their ultimate techniques only in life-or-death situations. Once their techniques became outdated, it was too late to change their moves.

laugh!

The longsword pierced flesh, unleashing a burst of sword energy.

boom!

The force of the fist struck the body, and the sound of bones cracking rang out.

Fresh blood gushed from both of their mouths at the same time.

Chenlong staggered backward, blood gushing from a deep wound in his ribs; Shenhou was thrown out like a kite with a broken string, his right shoulder caved in, and his longsword slipped from his hand.

Li Fu's seemingly effortless maneuvering and mutual attack was actually extremely dangerous. A slight misstep could have resulted in his own destruction. If he hadn't been highly skilled and daring, he would never have succeeded.

Before he could even catch his breath, the attack from the Pig had already arrived.

He formed arcs with both palms, meeting the chilling, bone-deep Yin Return to Silence palm strike from the Pig.

The extremely soft shifting force was like an invisible vortex, absorbing, enveloping, and compressing the extremely yin and cold gray palm force!

"What kind of martial art is this?!"

The pig stared wide-eyed at this bizarre scene, filled with astonishment and doubt.

His Absolute Yin Return to Tranquility Palm technique is extremely cold and exceptionally refined. If an ordinary person were to use it to defend against it, even a single touch would immediately freeze and corrode their entire body's meridians.

I never imagined that someone would resolve this situation in this way.

"Here you go."

It's too cold, let me get you something else!

"Turning the tides upside down!"

This has shocked the entire region!

Li Fu suddenly thrust out again, the cold palm force that he had forcibly compressed and wrapped with the Great Shift of Heaven and Earth divine skill was mixed with his own supremely yang and unstoppable Nine Yang True Qi.

It transformed into a whirlwind of gray-white energy mixed with pale gold, hot and cold energy, which swept back at an even faster speed than it had come, heading straight for the Pig himself!

"What?!"

The pig was horrified. His Yin Palm technique was extremely vicious, and even he dared not take it head-on.

His obese body retreated rapidly, his palms waving repeatedly, attempting to neutralize the attack with the soft, yielding force of his palm strikes.

However, Li Fu's move of turning the tide and using the opponent's force against them was ingenious and incredibly fast.

The pig only took two steps back before the powerful energy, a mixture of hot and cold, struck its body!

"Ugh—!"

The pig let out a short, miserable howl as its protective true energy was instantly torn apart by the power of the Dragon Subduing Palm, followed by the chilling power of the Absolute Yin Return to Silence Palm.

He felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave. His fat face was instantly covered with a thick layer of white frost, his body stiffened, his movements froze, and blackish-red ice shards seeped from his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth.

He staggered a few steps, then collapsed to the ground with a thud. His body cracked as he fell, like frozen glass, and he was dead. His death was gruesome and terrifying!

"What a vicious palm technique!"

Li Fu raised an eyebrow. His palm strike could freeze someone to death, making it a unique skill, but it was far too vicious.

In the blink of an eye, one of the three masters was dead and another was seriously injured, leaving only Chenlong who could barely stand!

Chenlong's eyes were bloodshot as he clutched his ribs, looking at the dead Haizhu and the seriously injured Shenhou who was vomiting blood. Then he looked at Li Fu, who had exhausted a lot of his true energy in the fierce battle, but whose eyes were still as sharp as knives.

An unprecedented chill surged through my heart.

Li Fu looked at Chen Long, whose wounds were bleeding profusely and whose face was ashen white, and asked in a deep voice, "Should we continue?"

He had just used the Qiankun Shifting Divine Skill, causing Shenhou's killing move, Taiyi Dividing Light, to pierce into Chenlong's body. The sword energy had severely damaged his lungs and heart meridians, and it was only a matter of time before this person died.

At this moment, blood was flowing freely at Chenlong's feet, and he was swaying, barely able to stand.

Upon hearing this, a hint of arrogance and ruthlessness appeared on Chenlong's pale face.

He took a deep breath, straightened up slightly, and let out a cold snort. His voice was hoarse, but it still carried the resolute air of a battle-hardened general.

"Although I am seriously injured, I still have the strength to fight again!"

I, Peng Zhenhai… was once a valiant general in the army, having fought my way in and out of battle many times. Do you expect me to surrender and beg for mercy?

"it is good."

Li Fu nodded, then his expression turned to resolute killing intent. "Then I will grant your wish."

He slowly raised his right palm, the Nine Yang True Qi faintly appearing, and was about to step forward.

Wait a minute.

Allow me to ask a question.

Song Zhaoxue suddenly stepped forward and stood between the two.

She looked at the dying Chenlong, her eyes filled with complex emotions, and took a deep breath before asking:

"Uncle Peng, before I leave, I only want to ask you one truthful question."

What you just said was because you felt I didn't resemble your father at all, and you were afraid I'd betray you after using you… Is that the truth or not?”

Chen Long, panting, met Song Zhaoxue's gaze and snorted.

"good!

I see not a trace of the benevolence and chivalry of His Highness the King of Chu in you!

Miss, your thoughts are too deep. I, Peng... dare not follow you!

Li Fu spoke coldly from the side.

"Is that so?"

What I see in your eyes is not only disappointment, but also hatred.

Although it is difficult for a person to remain calm when facing one of the murderers who caused their death.

But that look in his eyes was not what a loyal guard should have when looking at his former master's daughter.

His eyes were piercing, as if he could see right through people's hearts.

"You may have hesitated, but in the end, you couldn't bear to part with the formidable reputation of the Twelve Fierce Generals and the enormous wealth they left behind after their deaths. You also knew that your hands were stained with blood, and even if you returned to the Prince's Palace, you could never be the upright and honorable Supervisor Peng again. That's why you changed your mind, right?"

These words pierced Chenlong's heart like a sharp sword. His body trembled slightly, but he did not refute them. He just smiled bitterly.

"You've won. All twelve of us 'Fierce Warriors' have fallen into your hands. There's no need for any more threats or insults!"

Upon receiving this answer, Song Zhaoxue felt a mix of emotions. Suddenly, she let out a cold laugh, her laughter carrying a hint of mockery and resolve.

"Regardless, Uncle Peng, you said I'm not like my father, that I see no trace of him... that's for the best!"

These words inevitably leave people stunned.

"My father was such a kind and chivalrous man back then, and was known as the King of Heroes. He would draw his sword to help those in need whenever he saw injustice, and he regarded his own gains and power as insignificant as a feather."

But what was the result?

A flicker of pain and resentment flashed in Song Zhaoxue's eyes.

"What did he get in return for his passion?"

It would be to offend the emperor, to have the entire family reduced to commoners, and to have the whole family subjected to the slaughter!

For the next few years, we will live in fear and anxiety!

It even caused my mother to die young... Such a good person, such a kind person... I, Song Zhaoxue, will never be one like that!

From her words, Li Fu vaguely sensed a hint of something buried deep in her heart...

Resentment and incomprehension about the consequences of their father's actions.

Song Zhaoxue stopped Li Fu, perhaps intending to allow Chenlong to die with dignity.

"That's right. If a person doesn't look out for themselves, they'll be doomed!"

Unfortunately, Chenlong was unwilling to die peacefully.

This former general, the leader of the Twelve Fierce Generals, suddenly had a fierce glint in his eyes. He mustered his last remaining true energy and let out a beast-like growl as he launched a counterattack against Li Fu in his dying moments!

He formed his five fingers into claws and went straight for Li Fu's heart. It was a fierce and valiant way of fighting, where he was willing to die together with his enemy and even in death, he wanted to bite off a piece of his flesh!

"Be careful!"

Wei Ying exclaimed in surprise.

"A dying struggle, I offered you dignity, but you refused..."

Li Fu snorted coldly. Seeing Chen Long rushing towards him, he used the Great Shift of Heaven and Earth to block the attack. His right palm struck out with lightning speed, arriving first despite being behind, and landed on Chen Long's chest as he lunged forward.

With palm strikes, the Nine Yang True Qi surges forth.

puff!

The dragon's forward momentum came to an abrupt halt, and it flew back at an even faster speed, its chest visibly caved in, and blood gushed out from its seven orifices.

The fierce glint in his eyes quickly faded, and he was lifeless.

Li Fu slowly withdrew his palm, his expression calm.

Song Zhaoxue looked at Chenlong's corpse with a complex and unreadable expression, but ultimately said nothing.

Having dealt with Chenlong, Li Fu turned his gaze to Shenhou, the only one of the three experts still alive not far away.

He strode forward, his calm demeanor tinged with murderous intent.

Now, it's just you left.

Shenhou had already struggled to sit up and was leaning against a tree.

His right shoulder was sunken, his sternum was shattered, and blood was spilling from the corner of his mouth. The precious sword that had accompanied him for many years and had defeated a group of masters was now stuck diagonally in the ground a few feet away.

As Li Fu approached step by step, the once carefree young master of a noble family, who regarded assassination as a game, couldn't help but show a hint of paleness on his face.

No one can remain calm in the face of death.

"Wait a minute!"

Song Zhaoxue spoke again, standing between Li Fu and Shen Hou.

Li Fu, who had been stopped again, paused and looked at her, a cold, mocking smile playing on his lips.

"What? Miss Song, are you acquainted with this young master Shenhou...?"

You have quite a few "old friends."

These words, clearly sarcastic, made Song Zhaoxue's face turn pale.

She knew that Li Fu still harbored resentment towards her for concealing and exploiting him all along, and even doubted her true motives for eliminating the Twelve Evil Spirits.

She said as calmly as possible, "In my original plan, I intended to spare Shenhou's life."

Song Zhaoxue turned to look at the seriously injured Shenhou.

"His assassinations were never based on cunning, but rather on his exceptional swordsmanship, where he would kill his target head-on and then gracefully leave."

Many people have witnessed his swordsmanship. Although some failed to recognize him, there are always some discerning individuals... and there are some rumors about it.

If I'm not mistaken, you're using the Immortal Capital Sword Technique, which was once renowned throughout the martial arts world but has been extinct for twenty years.

Song Zhaoxue stared intently at Shen Hou: "Am I right?"

Shenhou coughed up a mouthful of blood, forced a smile, and said, "Not bad... cough cough... at least... there's someone with discerning eyes."

Song Zhaoxue pressed further, "Who is Zhu Su, the 'Fairy of the Immortal Capital' who was once revered as a female sword immortal for her unparalleled swordsmanship?"

"She...is my aunt."

Shenhou gasped for breath as he admitted it.

"As the direct descendant of a peerless martial arts master, why... why would you stoop so low as to become an assassin?"

Song Zhaoxue asked.

When Shenhou was asked this question after successfully carrying out many assassinations, he would always just smile nonchalantly.

Because it's fun.

"Hone your swordsmanship, spar with others, and get paid on the side—why not?"

He viewed his career as an assassin as a journey of playing with life and honing his swordsmanship, and he was proud of it.

But now, when he said those words again, his tone no longer carried the usual carefree pride, but only a pathetic dejection and helplessness.

This time, he finally met his match, encountering an opponent who was younger and far more skilled than him, and suffered a crushing defeat. Now, his life hangs in the balance.

The pride of the Monkey has been completely shattered.

Upon hearing this, Li Fu replied indifferently, "You think this... is very interesting?"

He made another move, and in a flash, he was already in front of Shenhou.

With his right hand held together like a sword, he swiftly struck Shenhou's brow. The move was simple and direct, as fast as lightning, and the power was contained within.

Wait a minute!

Didn't you hear what he said?

Song Zhaoxue said anxiously.

Shen Hou tried to resist, but with half of his chest bones shattered, he had lost only a tenth of his martial arts skills and was no match for Li Fuxian's casual move.

Li Fujian pointed his sword at Shenhou's brow.

Shenhou shuddered, blood flowed from his seven orifices, the light in his eyes quickly faded, his head lolled to the side, and he died.

After killing Rang, Li Fu stopped, looked at Song Zhaoxue, and said calmly, "I heard you. So what?"

Song Zhaoxue was stunned, then said urgently.

You may not have heard of the renowned name of "Fairy of the Immortal Capital" Zhu Su!

She went into seclusion twenty years ago, but back then, when she tested her sword against the world, many leaders and elders of famous sects were defeated by her sword!

Rumor has it that her swordsmanship has reached a state of perfection, so high that it seems otherworldly, reaching a divine level!

Moreover, this person has an eccentric personality, both righteous and wicked, and is extremely protective of her own. You killed her own nephew; how could she possibly let it go?

"Aren't there plenty of people in the martial world who want my life?"

If she wants revenge, then let her do it.

Li Fudao.

"No matter what, I will kill this Shenhou without a doubt."

"Not even his aunt, let alone the current emperor, could save him."

He knew that Song Zhaoxue might not be exaggerating.

Given her background and cunning, the fact that she was so wary of this person shows that the martial arts and power of that Fairy of the Immortal Capital must be incredibly high.

But so what?

Is Li Fu weak?

He was determined to kill the last of the Twelve Fierce Characters; no one could stop him.

Just as Shen Hou breathed his last, the Heavenly Book reappeared before Li Fu's eyes.

It is still a series of simple and elegant ink-wash characters.

[After experiencing numerous twists and turns, he was repeatedly targeted by vicious and treacherous assassination attempts.]

The hero, undaunted by danger, used his extraordinary martial arts skills and wisdom to eliminate the twelve villains one by one, ridding the martial arts world of this great scourge.

This is a special reward—Mastery of the Yi Jin Jing!

The writing slowly faded away, and a powerful, pure, and vast warm current arose out of nowhere.

It surged forth from the dantian and flowed instantly throughout Li Fu's limbs and all eight extraordinary meridians!

Sixty years of refined Buddhist Yi Jin Jing (Muscle/Tendon Changing Qi) flowed like a hundred rivers returning to the sea.

It blends with his own Nine Yang True Qi, not only without any conflict, but also complements each other, making it more refined, pure and vast!

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