Wuxia: Start with max-level Nine Yang Divine Skill

The eight men's expressions changed. They lowered their stances and prepared to attack again, hoping to break through the three-foot-high wall of energy together.

Li Fu slightly turned his body and slipped into the gap between the eight people attacking him, like a fish entering water.

He drew a circle with his left hand, using a move called "Great Shift of Heaven and Earth," and the palm strikes of the three people in front of him were gently redirected by him, causing them to collide with each other with a loud bang.

The three of them staggered backward, their faces deathly pale.

With his right hand, he executed a move called "Double Dragons Taking Water," neither dodging nor avoiding, directly clashing with the two heavy punches coming from his left.

Two loud thuds were heard, and the two men groaned, spitting out blood. Their bodies flew out like kites with broken strings, landing several feet away. They struggled for a moment, but could not get up again.

A claw and a leg struck from behind, but Li Fu didn't turn his head. He suddenly darted forward, so fast that only a green shadow remained, and both attacks missed their mark.

He flicked two fingers out of his hand, and with two sharp hissing sounds, the finger wind pierced through the air and struck the two men's Jianjing acupoints.

The two men froze, half of their bodies went numb, and they could no longer lift their arms.

In just a few breaths, the eight-man siege had crumbled.

Two people were sent flying backwards and seriously injured, two others had their acupoints restricted, and the remaining four, though still standing, were also experiencing surging blood and qi, their faces filled with horror.

The people around were stunned.

Any one of these eight people is a rare master in the martial arts world, and the combined power of the eight of them is astonishing.

But under Li Fu's command, they were suppressed as if it were effortless.

The lay Buddhist Wujiang, standing beside the carriage, watched with twitching eyes. His hand tightened, and he nearly crushed the carriage shaft.

He never expected that Li Fu's martial arts skills would be so high.

"The Golden Needle Bloodletting Technique!"

He gave a stern shout, not loud, but carrying an undeniable air of authority.

Upon hearing this, the eight disciples' expressions changed simultaneously, and fear flashed in their eyes.

But he could not disobey his master's orders, and in the end dared not disobey.

The two severely injured disciples who were sent flying backwards exchanged a glance, gritted their teeth, and took out several gold needles about an inch long from their pockets. They aimed at the Baihui point on their heads and the Tanzhong point on their chests, and ruthlessly stabbed them down.

The golden needles pierced their bodies, and both of them trembled violently.

Veins bulged on his forehead, and the blood vessels under his skin suddenly throbbed, writhing like earthworms. His eyes were instantly filled with bloodshot veins.

A surge of violent internal energy erupted from their bodies, kicking up dust from the ground.

While studying the Nine Deaths Divine Skill, Wu Jiang Jushi created the Golden Needle Acupuncture Technique.

This technique, bloodletting with golden needles, is a forbidden move in the Golden Needle Acupuncture Method. It uses golden needles to stimulate the body's potential, instantly doubling its power.

However, such evil arts are like drinking poison to quench thirst. Afterwards, at best, one's vital energy will be severely damaged and one's martial arts skills will regress; at worst, one's meridians will be completely severed and one will be crippled for life.

Once the forbidden technique was used, the serious injuries the two had previously suffered seemed to have completely disappeared. Their eyes flashed with ferocity, and they pounced on Li Fu like mad tigers.

This time, his moves were even wilder, a completely reckless style of fighting, with each move carrying the ruthless intent to take someone down with him.

At this moment, either of them possessed martial arts skills that far surpassed those of ordinary sect leaders and were on par with the top masters of the martial arts world.

The other six followed suit, taking advantage of the opportunity the two had given them, and also used the forbidden technique of pricking blood with golden needles.

Judging from their expressions, Li Fu immediately understood that this must be some kind of unorthodox method to unleash potential.

"They are all crooked and unorthodox methods."

Unfortunately, it's not very useful.

He snorted coldly, stepped forward, and his internal energy from the Yi Jin Jing surged like a tide, with no trace of his more than a hundred years of skill remaining.

When the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms are unleashed, it is truly as if a divine dragon has appeared in the world.

Shockingly powerful palm strikes, unparalleled in their ferocity; the Dragon's Regretful Strike has boundless power; the Flying Dragon descends from the sky with thunderous force.

One after another, powerful palm strikes, like invisible golden dragons, roared as they crashed into the eight crazed figures.

Boom boom boom—

The sounds of palms colliding were continuous, making people's ears ring.

Deep furrows were plowed into the ground, and gravel and dust flew everywhere. The surrounding earthen walls could no longer withstand the pressure and collapsed and cracked.

Li Fu moved with ease amidst the encirclement of eight men, his palms flashing and his fingers flying. Although his opponents fought desperately and relentlessly, they could not penetrate more than three feet into his body.

Within those three feet, there was an invisible wall of energy; no matter how fiercely you attacked, you were always just a little short.

The Great Shift of Heaven and Earth skillfully deflected the opponent's attack, often leaving the eight people unable to stop in time, resulting in them fighting each other and injuring many of them.

Before they had exchanged more than ten blows, screams of agony rang out one after another.

One of the disciples was struck in the chest by Li Fu's "Dragon Tail Sweep" move. With several crisp cracking sounds, his sternum shattered, and his body flew out like a broken sack, crashing into half a mud wall before falling silent.

Another person had their arm grabbed by the Dragon Claw Hand. Li Fu twisted the joint, and the arm broke off like a withered branch. Then he kicked the person in the abdomen, and the person fell to the ground, spitting out blood.

With a flick of his finger, the wind pierced through a man's knee, causing him to scream and fall to his knees.

The Dragon-Capturing Skill was activated remotely, and a person was involuntarily pulled towards him. Li Fu pressed a palm on the man's dantian, released his internal energy, and the man screamed for half a minute before fainting, thus crippling his martial arts skills.

The Dragon-Capturing Skill was activated remotely, and a person was involuntarily pulled towards him. Li Fu pressed a palm on the man's dantian, released his internal energy, and the man screamed for half a minute before fainting, thus crippling his martial arts skills.

In the blink of an eye, the eight disciples whose martial arts had been greatly enhanced by the forbidden technique lay sprawled on the ground, some dead and some injured, none of them able to stand up again.

Li Fu was left alone in the arena, his blue robe swaying slightly, his breathing long and deep, as if he had just stretched his muscles.

"Useless, a bunch of useless trash!"

Wu Jiang Jushi's face turned ashen, and his eyes revealed murderous intent.

These eight disciples were almost completely crippled after this battle.

He stared intently at Li Fu and said coldly, "It seems I have no choice but to take matters into my own hands."

I had hoped to save some effort by letting these good-for-nothings do the work, but unfortunately they were really useless.

Li Fu, Constable Li, what kind of martial arts do you practice? To have such skill at such a young age.

"If I weren't the one who knows the Nine Deaths Divine Art best, I'd think you were the one practicing it."

Suddenly, Wu Jiang Jushi's figure shot out like lightning, rushing straight at Li Fu. His movements were incredibly fast, leaving a faint afterimage behind him.

"The Undying Palm"

Before the person even arrived, a chilling yet fierce and domineering palm wind descended upon them.

The martial arts of this Hermit Wujiang are far superior to those of the eight disciples who had just used forbidden techniques.

His profound inner strength, ruthless and domineering moves, and unpredictable and elusive footwork have all reached the pinnacle of the martial arts world, surpassing even the Golden Arhat of that time.

"Is the Nine Deaths Evil Technique the only powerful martial art in the world?"

ridiculous!"

Li Fu's eyes narrowed, realizing he had encountered a master who could spar with him. He channeled all his inner energy and unleashed the power of the Dragon Subduing Palm.

boom--

The two men clashed palms together with a thunderous roar, as if a thunderclap had risen from the ground.

The shockwave exploded outwards from the two of them, shaving the ground within a radius of ten feet several inches lower. Gravel shot out in all directions like iron filings, forcing Chen Tao and the others to retreat repeatedly, their faces turning pale.

Wu Jiang Jushi was so shocked that he slid back about ten feet, plowing two deep furrows under his feet. His face flushed an unnatural red, but the fierce light in his eyes intensified.

Li Fu's body swayed slightly as he felt that the opponent's palm force contained an extremely cold and vicious yet incredibly resilient alien true energy that drilled straight into his meridians, almost as if it were alive.

"What powerful palm strike!"

"Take another blow from me, I'll die without regret!"

Wu Jiang Jushi let out a long howl and pounced again, his palms creating countless palm shadows, each one seemingly real yet illusory, the palm wind mixed with bone-chilling poison and sharp killing intent.

Li Fu sat firmly on his horse and unleashed the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms. The palm wind was fierce and vast, like the Yangtze River, wave after wave, surging and turbulent.

The two exchanged more than twenty moves in the blink of an eye.

bang bang bang-

The sounds of palm strikes colliding were incessant, and each clash shook the earth.

Two figures flashed and crisscrossed rapidly in the open space of the village. Wherever they passed, the ground cracked, walls collapsed, and trees broke. Their energy spread out, and the dust they kicked up swirled and danced in the air like small dragons.

The Hermit of No Frozen fully utilized the characteristics of the Nine Deaths Divine Skill, possessing profound and enduring internal energy and astonishing vitality.

Li Fu struck him repeatedly with heavy blows, causing him to spit blood from his mouth.

But he only swayed slightly, his face paled, and then he launched a frenzied attack as if nothing had happened, as if those injuries were nothing to him.

The powerful vitality and regenerative ability granted by the Nine Deaths Divine Skill are indeed quite remarkable.

"It's like an indestructible plaster!"

If Li Fu's internal strength hadn't far surpassed his, and his palm strikes hadn't been powerful enough to inflict real serious injury, even if someone else's martial arts were superior, they would have been worn down by this seemingly indestructible martial art, which used a style of trading injury for injury.

After about fifty moves, Li Fu's palm swirled around his opponent's incoming right fist, using the Great Shift of Heaven and Earth to forcefully create an opening.

Then, a sudden move struck, passing through the opponent's layers of palm shadows, and landed solidly on the right shoulder of the Wujiang Hermit.

With a cracking sound, the shoulder bone seemed to break.

Wu Jiang Jushi groaned in pain, but did not retreat. He suddenly struck out with his left palm, hitting Li Fu in the chest, actually resorting to a fight where both sides would be injured.

Li Fu had already anticipated this. With a quick shift of his Qiankun Great Shift technique, he slightly turned his body and swayed his shoulder, deflecting most of the palm strike.

At the same time, his right leg swept across like an iron whip, kicking his left knee with a bang.

It was the sound of bones cracking again.

Wu Jiang Jushi's legs went weak, and he almost knelt down.

But he became ferocious and, disregarding his injuries, lunged forward, his arms like iron hoops, to grab Li Fu. At the same time, he opened his mouth and spat out a stream of blood that shot like an arrow toward Li Fu's face.

This move is insidious and unexpected; it's also a suicidal tactic.

Li Fu snorted coldly, his protective true energy suddenly erupted, shattering the blood arrow. At the same time, his hands shot out like lightning, grabbing the wrists of the Wujiang Hermit, and he released his inner force.

With a cracking sound, the wrist bones shattered.

puff--

Wu Jiang Jushi was sent flying backward like a kite with a broken string, spitting out mouthfuls of blood mixed with fragments of internal organs.

He fell heavily more than ten feet away, struggling to get up, but he was no longer able to.

With his sternum shattered, his internal organs displaced, and both arms and legs broken, even with the tenacious vitality of the Nine Deaths Divine Skill, he ultimately failed to master it. His life was in danger, and he lost the ability to fight again.

Wu Jiang Jushi lay paralyzed in a pool of blood, blood gushing from his mouth. His eyes gradually became unfocused, yet he still struggled to speak, a hint of resentment and horror in his voice.

"The Nine Deaths Divine Skill... can be mastered quickly or through painstaking practice... My eighth level of skill is the result of decades of arduous training and the exhaustion of my heart and soul... How could... how could I be defeated by you..."

Li Fu approached slowly, his breathing had returned to normal, and said calmly upon hearing this.

"Your Nine Deaths Divine Skill is indeed extraordinary. Your fighting style of exchanging injuries for injuries and dying together will kill even those who are more skilled than you."

You have not yet reached the ninth level of mastery.

Otherwise, perhaps... they could actually fight me.

He paused, his tone turning cold. "Unfortunately, you don't have the chance."

Wu Jiang Jushi's expression changed drastically, and a strong will to survive surged in his eyes. He threatened her with a fierce but weak expression.

"You...you can't kill me! I'm an important guest of Prime Minister Cai!"

Cai Xiang relies on me for many important matters. If you kill me, you will be making an irreconcilable enemy of Cai Xiang, and he will never let you go!

The imperial court also…

Hearing his threat, Li Fu's eyes remained cold and unmoved. He raised his right palm, his inner strength condensing in his palm, with a dragon-shaped energy swirling around it.

Wu Jiang Jushi's pupils constricted sharply as he tried to struggle with his internal energy, but with all four limbs broken and his internal organs severely damaged, the remaining Nine Deaths True Qi in his body was only a drop in the ocean and futile.

"No--!"

boom--

The Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms: The Dragon Regrets Its Ascent.

The powerful and unparalleled palm strike landed squarely on the top of Wujiang Jushi's head from a distance.

The sound of his skull shattering was clearly audible. His eyes instantly lost their light, his head lolled to one side, and he died.

No matter how strong the Nine Deaths Divine Skill's regenerative ability is, even if one masters it to its fullest extent, once the head is destroyed, there is absolutely no chance of survival.

This evil master, an important retainer of Cai Xiang, who could create soldiers with bizarre and cruel methods and who regarded human life as worthless, died in the countryside of Yanzhou, at the hands of Li Fu.

In the distance, Tang Boyong, who had been subdued, and the Tang Clan disciples who had miraculously survived witnessed this scene and were all horrified, their hearts filled with chills.

They knew that Wu Jiang Jushi not only had a powerful background, but also possessed unfathomable martial arts skills and the terrifying Nine Deaths Divine Skill, making him extremely difficult to kill and provoke.

Although the Tang Clan coveted the complete Nine Deaths Divine Skill manual in his possession, they dared not directly target him and could only find another way, because they were wary of his background and strength.

But now, this infamous Wujiang Jushi, after using all his skills, trading injuries for injuries, and fighting to the death, was still cleanly and decisively killed by Li Fuqian, even his head was smashed.

"This person's martial arts are truly terrifying. Could my dear younger brother be a match for him?" Tang Boyong's face flashed with deep fear.

Li Fu killed the Wujiang Hermit with a palm strike, his powerful palm force shattering the hermit's skull and ending the life of the village's culprit. He then slowly withdrew his palm.

The celestial script appeared before my eyes, the ancient and vigorous ink characters appearing clearly as flowing water.

In broad daylight, a horrific tragedy occurred: an entire village, young and old, perished innocently. The true culprit, Wu Jiang Jushi, treated human life as worthless, and to cover up the crime, he committed the heinous act of massacring the entire village. His heart is despicable, and his actions deserve to be condemned!

The chivalrous hero, with keen insight, uncovered the truth, ruthlessly slew the mastermind, and avenged the innocent people of the village.

Reward: Mastery of the Lingbo Weibu (a martial arts technique)!

The handwriting flowed and eventually settled.

Immediately, a vast and profound understanding of martial arts surged into Li Fu's consciousness like a sudden enlightenment!

In an instant, it was as if he had traversed decades of arduous training, and had mastered the Lingbo Weibu, a peerless lightness skill that originated from the hexagrams of the Book of Changes and followed the ultimate principles of heaven and earth, reaching the pinnacle of mastery!

"Lingbo Weibu...Mastery!"

With a slight thought, Li Fu felt the energy flowing naturally beneath his feet, subtly harmonizing with the surrounding environment. The eight trigrams and the sixty-four hexagrams of footwork were all within his mind.

"Lingbo Weibu is not only a peerless lightness skill, but also a peerless movement technique for dodging and weaving."

The movement subtly harmonizes with breathing and internal energy circulation, allowing one to accumulate and harmonize internal strength while performing agile movements. Even in the heat of battle, one can recover true energy—it's truly miraculous!

The world depicted by the old umbrella can also shelter you from the rain, all in "Wuxia: Start with Max Level Nine Yang Divine Skill".