Wuxia: Start with max-level Nine Yang Divine Skill

Chapter 244 "Are you human or a ghost? What's going on?!" (4k4)

Li Fu did not answer, but moved swiftly and closed in by three feet, his right hand once again drawing out with fingers together.

This time, the action was much more relaxed, like strolling under the moonlight, carrying a faint, ethereal quality.

Luo Kuohai felt a blur before his eyes, and the invisible blade seemed to transform into hundreds of phantoms. He clearly saw the direction from which it came, but he couldn't distinguish which one was real and which one was illusory.

He swiftly moved his palms, unleashing the Subduing Dragon Hand technique to its fullest extent. His palm shadows resembled raging dragons, and the wind from his palms howled, completely sealing off the area several feet in front of him.

But Li Fu's sword energy was like the wind blowing through the forest, penetrating everywhere. No matter how fierce Luo Kuohai's iron palm was, it could not stop the all-pervasive sword intent.

In just a few moves, Luo Kuohai was already struggling to defend himself, sweat beading on his forehead, and his arm, adorned with a black dragon tattoo, was slashed by the blade's energy, leaving it covered in blood.

"This person's martial arts are extremely high; we mustn't underestimate him. Let's all attack together!"

Lin Shu, the swordsman from Yandang Mountain, frowned deeply. With a flick of his wrist, the black longsword at his waist was drawn.

The sword was slender and long like autumn water, and it gleamed with a pale blue luster in the sunlight, clearly forged from the finest, cold iron, which was worth a fortune.

As soon as the sword was drawn, a chilling aura emanated from it, and the tip of the sword trembled slightly, emitting a low buzzing sound.

He leaped forward, his sword flashing like a lone goose soaring across the sky.

The sword strike was not fast at first, but it carried an indescribable charm, like a wild goose flying slowly across the autumn sky, solitary and lofty, yet concealing deadly intent.

After the first sword strike, the second and third sword strikes followed in quick succession, some slashing diagonally, some thrusting horizontally, and some slashing upwards. Each strike was unconventional, which is exactly the way of Yandang swordsmanship, which draws inspiration from nature and is characterized by its lofty and self-admiring style.

One sword strike after another, the sword light crisscrossing like a tapestry.

At the same time, the gray-robed monk Xintong also made a move.

He emerged from his sleeves with both hands, fingers spread wide, the bluish-black color at his knuckles turning a deep, iron-blue. With a quick movement of his palms, he unleashed a set of ancient and domineering palm techniques.

Before his palm strike even arrived, a wave of scorching heat rushed towards him, as if he were holding a ball of raging fire in his palm.

"Abi Fu Demon Palm!"

"Be careful, benefactor!" Xin Tong hissed.

With a clap of both palms, the left palm pressed down on Li Fu's chest, while the right palm circled upwards, attacking his lower body.

The interplay of palm strikes carried a powerful and fierce aura, like a Vajra subduing demons.

His palm techniques appear simple and unadorned, but in reality, they are subtle and intricate. Each palm strike contains multiple layers of power, each stronger than the last, just like the increasing cruelty of hell.

Three top experts strike at the same time!

Luo Kuohai launched a fierce frontal attack, his Fujiao Hands churning like an angry dragon, his claws relentlessly striking Li's vital points.

Lin Shu provided support from the side, unleashing a continuous stream of Yandang sword techniques, with sword light surging forth in layers like a tidal wave.

Xintong's palm technique was ancient, powerful, and sealed off all of Li Fu's escape routes.

These three were not ordinary figures in the martial arts world.

Luo Kuohai, the Subduing Dragon Hand, was famous in Dongting Lake in his early years for his bare-handed fighting against the water dragon.

Lin Shu, the swordsman of Yandang, lived in seclusion in Yandang Mountain for twenty years. He created the Yandang Sword Technique. Once, an elder from Wudang came up the mountain to challenge him to a sword duel, but was defeated and forced to retreat in less than thirty moves.

The monk Xintong of Avici was originally a protector of the Western Regions Tantric lineage. His Avici Subduing Demon Palm was a combination of strength and gentleness. It is said that he once shattered a boulder over ten feet long with a single palm strike. Later, for some unknown reason, he drifted to the Central Plains and was hired as a retainer by the Prince of Nankang.

All three are top-tier martial arts masters, each one stronger than Po Feng Dao.

Under the combined attack, the wind of palms and the shadow of swords intertwined to form an impenetrable net, completely enveloping the area within ten feet around Li Fu.

Xue Ning, watching from the side, was terrified and couldn't help but shout, "Senior, be careful!"

Despite being surrounded by three people, Li Fu remained calm and composed, strolling leisurely.

With a swift, light step, Luo Kuohai's claw grazed past his shoulder.

Lin Shu's Yandang sword came in a series of thrusts, but he leaned back slightly to dodge them.

Xintong's palms came from his side and behind, but he swayed slightly like a willow catkin and dodged it.

Despite the fierce attack from the three men, they couldn't even touch the hem of his clothes.

Li Fu pointed his fingers like a knife, and with a backhand motion, an invisible blade of energy was unleashed.

His movements remained gentle, as if lightly brushing across the water's surface, or like a breeze stirring the sandalwood incense in a burner.

A surge of sword intent, carrying an indescribable and enigmatic quality, spread outwards.

During the exchange, the blade's energy was sharp and fierce, seemingly aimed directly at Luo Kuohai's face.

Luo Kuohai hurriedly tried to defend himself, but the blade's energy suddenly changed direction midway without any warning, as if it were about to strike his chest and abdomen from below.

He hurriedly pressed down with his palm, but the knife seemed to change again as if in a dream, slashing towards his right arm.

The transition between these two moves was extremely fast; before the previous move was finished, the next move had already arrived.

The swordplay was as beautiful as a dream, blurring the lines between reality and illusion, making it impossible to distinguish which move was real and which was feint.

Luo Kuohai blocked three attacks in a row, but each time he was half a step too late, as if he were being toyed with and completely manipulated. His originally fierce Subduing Dragon Hand technique became chaotic and he was struggling to defend himself.

He was finally struck in the right arm by a blade of energy, blood splattered, and he staggered backward.

"Damn it, your swordsmanship style... why does it look so familiar?"

The three masters felt as if phantoms were flashing before their eyes.

A beautiful, dreamlike blade of light clearly came from the left, but in the blink of an eye it was on the right;

What appeared to be a feint turned into a thunderous strike upon contact.

Lin Shu's Yandang sword technique is known for its agility, sharpness, and unparalleled skill in the martial world. However, faced with this ethereal, dreamlike, slow yet swift, and unpredictable sword move, his swordplay involuntarily slowed down, as if he were being dragged into a dream by the invisible sword intent.

Li Fu casually unleashed a horizontal slash of sword energy, which Lin Shu barely managed to parry with his sword.

With a clang, a deep mark appeared on the sword forged from cold iron. His hand trembled violently, and he staggered back several steps, his face filled with surprise and doubt.

"The Startling Dream Saber Technique—This is the Startling Dream Saber Technique!"

Xintong had the highest level of martial arts skill. He crossed his palms, and the power of the Avici Subduing Demon Palm surged forth layer by layer, attempting to break through the ethereal yet sharp sword moves.

However, Li Fu's Dream-Startling Blade Technique was so exquisite and unparalleled that Xin Tong simply couldn't withstand it.

In the blink of an eye, a long tear appeared on his monk's robe, revealing a deep bloodstain on his waist and abdomen. He stumbled backward, his face pale, filled with shock and uncertainty.

"Who are you, and why do you know the Xue family's Dream-Startling Saber Technique?"

"Could it be that you also share the surname Xue, or do you have some connection with Xue Xunnan?"

"This—this—"

Xue Ning's eyes widened in disbelief, but she finally recognized him.

This—this does indeed seem to be his family's Dream-Startling Saber Technique!

That ethereal and beautiful sword intent, that seemingly gentle yet containing boundless killing intent, was none other than the Dream-Startling Sword Technique passed down through generations of the Xue family!

He had practiced this sword technique diligently for many years, but he had only scratched the surface.

The Dream-Startling Knife Technique of his family was mediocre in his own hands, but in Li Fu's hands it seemed to turn decay into magic, becoming exquisite, unparalleled, and extremely powerful, which made him feel unfamiliar and he dared not believe it for a moment.

Li Fu remained indifferent and did not answer. He used his hand as a knife, his feet moving with lightning speed, and took the initiative to make a move, as if he did not intend to waste any more words and was about to swiftly take the lives of the three injured people.

Luo Kuohai only saw a white light flash past his eyes, so fast that he couldn't even blink.

He was startled and quickly used the Subduing Dragon Hand technique to block upwards.

But just as he raised his hands halfway, the white light suddenly veered in mid-air, bypassing his palms and grazing past his right elbow.

A flash of blood appeared, and the severed arm, along with the sleeve, spun and flew away.

"My hand—ah!"

Luo Kuohai looked at his empty right shoulder, blood gushing from the cut, and only then did he feel the intense pain surge up.

Before he could even scream, he was stabbed in the chest again, and with a scream, he collapsed to the ground.

Lin Shu's brows furrowed, as if facing a formidable enemy. He pushed the Yandang Sword Technique to its limit, and the sword light pierced towards Li Fu like a lone goose soaring through the sky.

However, before his sword could strike, Li Fu's blade had already arrived first.

The blade flashed incredibly fast, almost invisible to the naked eye. One moment it was three feet away, and the next it had already sliced ​​across Lin Shu's throat.

Lin Shu's movements suddenly stopped, the tip of his sword halted a foot in front of Li Fu, unable to be pushed any further.

A thin line of blood appeared in his throat, and fresh blood slowly seeped out.

He opened his mouth, but no sound came out. The cold iron sword in his hand fell to the ground, and he fell forward and lay motionless.

"Who exactly are you?"

Xintong's expression changed drastically. He unleashed both palms simultaneously, and the power of the Avici Subduing Demon Palm surged forth. The scorching force layered upon layer, and the palm strike was as imposing as a mountain, yet it still could not withstand Li Fu's sword moves.

A sword aura, as swift as a bolt of lightning, swept in, its shadow like a dream, seemingly slow yet incredibly fast, seemingly present yet elusive.

Before Xintong could even process what was happening, he felt a blur before his eyes, and then as if he had been struck in the chest with an extremely light stab.

He looked down and saw that his chest had been pierced by the blade's energy, and blood was seeping from the wound, quickly spreading into a deep red patch.

Before he could fully expel the force of his palm strike, he collapsed to his knees, too weak to move.

Three masters were defeated and killed. Li Fu stood still, his blue robe neat and his clothes in perfect order.

Xue Ning stared blankly at him, then looked at the miserable state of the three people lying on the ground. Seeing that Li Fu was about to pass by him and go straight to Fan Taisui, his throat went dry, and he finally couldn't help but ask.

"Who are you, senior? And why do you know my family's swordsmanship?"

A surge of excitement welled up within him. "Could it be that you, senior, have some connection with my Xue family's ancestors? Did you hear of my parents' misfortune and thus come out to rescue them?"

Li Fu glanced at him.

You're overthinking it.

I only saw you use it once just now.

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"Using my martial arts to punish these three scoundrels who aided and abetted evil would be a waste of my talents."

Your family's "Dream-Startling Knife Technique" is ethereal and beautiful, with boundless killing intent hidden within its gentle movements. It has its own unique features and is quite good.

It's a pity you haven't practiced enough.

Xue Ning stood there, stunned, his heart filled with turmoil.

You'll understand after watching it once?

Moreover, not only did he know it, but he also wielded it a hundred times more skillfully than he had practiced for many years. The pervasive sword intent made people feel as if they were in a dream, only to be jolted awake when the sword energy struck their necks.

This level of achievement was something even his father might not have been able to reach in his lifetime; it was probably only his ancestors who could attain it.

"You'll understand it after watching it once?"

"Your martial arts skills are impressive, enough to astound the martial arts world, I admit that, but don't even think about making fun of me!"

Luo Kuohai, clutching his bloodied severed arm, used his last breath to say with difficulty, "You have already won, so why—why humiliate me like this again?"

Among the onlookers, even a martial arts expert was stunned.

The Dream-Startling Knife Technique is said to have been created by Xue Xunnan through his life's work. Its exquisite techniques and complex variations mean that even after three years of study, an ordinary person might not be able to grasp even a superficial understanding of it.

You'll understand after watching it once?

That's outrageous.

Xintong was deathly pale, kneeling on the ground, clutching his chest and abdominal wounds, barely clinging to life.

Having practiced martial arts for decades, he knew that to master a superior sword technique to the level of effortless mastery that Li Fu had just achieved, it would take at least ten years of dedicated practice.

How could you learn it after just one viewing and reach such a high level of proficiency?

How is that possible?

But with his unparalleled martial arts skills, why would he need to deceive them?

Swish!

Li Fu said nothing more, and casually unleashed a sword strike that severed the rope on the flagpole.

The little girl fell from a height. He reached out with his left hand and used the Dragon-Capturing Skill to catch her from a distance. A gentle suction force brought the little girl to Xue Ning.

"I'll use your family's swordsmanship to save your life."

How much you learn depends on your own fortune.

Li Fu said, "Let's go. Luzhou is no longer a place for you and your brother to stay."

Xue Ning caught his sister and saw that she was pale and unconscious but still breathing. A huge weight was lifted from his heart, and he was filled with even deeper gratitude.

Holding his younger sister, he staggered towards Li Fu and knelt on one knee: "Senior! I—I, Xue Ning, have no way to repay you, I am willing to serve you like an ox or a horse, a slave or a servant, and follow you by your side!"

Li Fu waved his hand: "No need for repayment. I have other things to attend to."

He stopped looking at Xue Ning and turned to walk towards the high platform.

The dozen or so guards below the stage were already pale with fright, their hands trembling as they gripped their weapons.

They watched Li Fu approach step by step, but no one dared to step forward to stop him; they simply retreated instinctively.

On the high platform, Fan Taisui finally panicked.

He was sitting on the cushion with his legs crossed, eating grapes, thinking that with the three masters making their move, victory was assured.

At this moment, however, he was completely at a loss, and the arrogance on his face had long since faded, replaced by fear.

He retreated while shouting in a shrill voice, his voice a mix of bravado and cowardice.

"What are you all standing there for! Get up and protect me! If even a single hair on my head is harmed, my sister will kill your entire family!"

Upon hearing the words "the whole family," the guards remembered the princess's doting on her younger brother and her ruthless methods, and had no choice but to steel themselves and rush forward with their knives drawn.

Although they were afraid of Li Fu, they were even more afraid of the princess's retribution afterward, so they gritted their teeth and swarmed forward.

Li Fu did not make a move.

He merely glanced at the dozen or so guards; his dark, unfathomable eyes were like two bottomless pools.

That gaze carried an invisible pull, and the dozen or so guards felt a tremor in their hearts. Their eyes involuntarily met his gaze, and then their minds went blank. As if their souls had been taken away, they stood frozen in place.

The Soul Transfer Technique.

The dozen or so guards stood motionless, like soulless puppets.

Li Fu walked through them with his hands behind his back, as if he were in an empty place.

He swayed, leaving a trail of afterimages in his green robe, and the next moment he appeared on the high platform, standing in front of Fan Taisui.

Are you a human or a ghost?

What's going on?

Startled by this bizarre situation, Fan Taisui fell to the ground with a thud, crawling backward on his hands and feet while shouting incoherently.

"You—you stay away!"

My sister is the Princess Consort of the Prince of Nankang!

My brother-in-law is the Prince of Nankang! If you dare to touch me, the imperial court will not let you off!

Li Fu casually grabbed the Rouge Blade from afar using his Dragon-Capturing Skill, and the blade flashed.

Swish!

"Ah, my head, don't kill me—"

Fan Taisui felt a chill on his head. He thought his head had been shaved off and screamed in fright. He reached up and touched his head, only to find that a large patch of hair had been shaved off, leaving only stubble.

The onlookers on the street were stunned at first, then burst into laughter that they had been suppressing for a long time.

Li Fu glanced at the crimson blade, then casually tossed the Rouge Blade toward Xue Ning.

"It can cut a hair in two with a single blow; it's a fine knife."

The item has been returned to its rightful owner.

"Our benefactor, we siblings are willing to follow you, to serve you as your slaves, to repay your kindness—"

Xue Ning reached out and caught the precious sword. Overwhelmed with emotion at having regained it, he tried to speak again, but Li Fu had already stopped looking at him.

He grabbed Fan Taisui, who was slumped on the ground, with one hand, and with the other hand, he grabbed the communication device, which he had deliberately left alive, and it was lifted up by an invisible force.

Li Fu, with one in each hand, leaped forward as if soaring through the air, passing over the heads of the crowd and disappearing behind the distant rooftops in the blink of an eye.

"My benefactor, my benefactor—"

On the street, only Xue Ning remained, holding his younger sister and the Rouge Knife he had just recovered, anxiously watching the direction where the green figure had disappeared, but receiving no further response.