Martial Arts Crossover: It All Started with Hijacking Li Canghai

"This..." Qin Han was somewhat intimidated when he saw the blood-red patterned blade, because he could sense a strange murderous aura emanating from it.

The blade, dark red like blood, lay there quietly, exuding an aura of killing intent. The patterns on the blade meandered and twisted, radiating an eerie and chilling sharpness in the stone chamber!

The knife's design is even more unique, with the hilt and blade seamlessly integrated. It lacks the usual handguard of swords and knives, and the blade's curve is both beautiful and menacing.

Overall, this knife gives off an extremely ferocious feeling, as if it is not an ordinary object, but a demonic knife!

Qin Han was affected by the malevolent aura, and his heart couldn't help but pound a few times. He could tell at a glance that this knife was no ordinary item. However, he had never heard of the Xiaoyao Sect knowing any knife techniques, let alone such a demonic knife filled with malevolent aura.

Wu Yazi stared intently at the sword, his eyes seemingly recalling memories of the sword techniques used with it.

"Han'er, do you know the origin of this sword?" Wu Yazi turned his gaze back to Qin Han and asked.

Qin Han shook his head. The original work never mentioned that the Xiaoyao Sect had a sword with such blood-red patterns, and he knew even less about it in this martial arts world. He asked very respectfully, "This disciple does not know, but since it contains both killing intent and murderous aura, it must be a treasured sword that is no weaker than the Dragon Slayer Sword."

"Ha, the Dragon-Slaying Saber is not worthy of being compared to it? This saber was actually obtained by me after surviving a great ordeal..." Wu Yazi's tone was disdainful of the Dragon-Slaying Saber, then he gave a bitter laugh, his thoughts seemingly returning to thirty years ago.

"Thirty years ago, after I was poisoned, I was ambushed by Ding Chunqiu. I could not even muster half of my strength and he pushed me off that bottomless cliff!" As Wu Yazi said this, his aura unconsciously emanated, clearly showing that he could not let go of the hatred from that year. "At that time, I fell into that bottomless cloud and felt that I was going to die."

Qin Han listened quietly, but the following plot had clearly deviated from the Tianlong story he knew.

"Fortunately, Heaven had mercy on me and spared my life!" Wu Yazi's eyes gleamed. "I ended up in a deadly place, surrounded by mountains and sheer cliffs. Apart from a deep pool in the center, there was no way to get there. When I woke up from my coma, I found that the tendons in both legs were severed and the bones were shattered. It was only because my internal energy had reached the profound level that I was able to save my life."

"At that time, I was utterly despondent when my gaze inadvertently fell upon the deep pool, and I noticed a knife stuck in the center of the pool..."

At this point, Wu Yazi pointed to the dark red longsword: "Back then, the water in that cold pool was emitting eerie white steam, and this sword was stuck in a boulder in the middle of the pool! The water around the sword was calm, and it even seemed to have absorbed the cold air."

"And on the stone wall beside that pool, two profound sutras and mantras are carved." Wu Yazi then looked at Qin Han, his tone unusually serious. "I have lingered in this Valley of Deafness and Muteness for over thirty years, studying and practicing, before finally deciphering these mantras and mantras. The mantra is called 'Six Techniques of Arrogant Cold,' which is precisely the matching technique for this sword. However, I have discovered that this sword has killed countless people, and its blade is filled with too much murderous aura. It needs another technique called 'Ice Heart Technique' to calm the mind and clarify the nature!"

Having said that, Wu Yazi looked at the blood-red longsword with a complex expression and slowly uttered its name: "This sword is called—'Bloodthirsty Mad Blade'!"

Qin Han had a rough idea of ​​what the Six Secrets of Aohan were when he heard them, but when those four words were actually spoken by Wuyazi, it was like a thunderbolt exploding in his mind.

He has lived in this world for twenty years since birth, and has never heard of any Xiong Ba, Nie Feng or Bu Jingyun, let alone Yan Ying, the standard companion of the strong!

As a result, martial arts techniques and a demonic blade that shouldn't have appeared appeared!

Qin Han was somewhat dazed and confused, his eyes fixed on the dark red demonic blade.

No wonder!

No wonder it looks so familiar, yet I couldn't quite place which weapon of the Free and Unfettered Sect it was!

This really is Nie Feng's family heirloom sword from the movie "Storm Riders"!

How did I end up here!

Qin Han was initially incredulous, but soon a surge of joy welled up inside him!

They've made a fortune!

This time they really made a killing!

He subconsciously touched the area on his chest where the python's head was.

This shouldn't be Wu Yazi's lucky encounter, but rather the result of using ten years of Qi Luck. When he used it deep into Leigu Mountain before, he had a vague feeling that there would be a big surprise.

I never expected this surprise to be this big!

Bloodthirsty Blade!

Combined with the Six Secrets of Frostbite, it's unimaginable how powerful it would be!

Most importantly, he doesn't have the mad bloodline of the Nie family, so even if the blade is very evil, it won't have a big impact. After all, he has the matching "Ice Heart Technique" to suppress it. In the future, if he also has the Xiao Wu Xiang Gong or Bei Ming Divine Art of the Xiaoyao Sect, he can completely control this demonic blade without having to worry about going crazy at any time like Nie Feng!

"Han'er? Han'er?"

Wu Yazi's call pulled Qin Han back to reality from his inexplicable fantasy.

Qin Han quickly composed himself, feigning shock at the legendary story, and said, "Master... your experience is simply... simply unbelievable!"

Wu Yazi had no doubts, but it was a pity that he couldn't use it. Fortunately, he met Qin Han, so his life was not in vain.

Wu Yazi stroked his beard, then spoke solemnly: "Although I am unable to personally perform the Six Techniques of Arrogant Cold due to my crippled legs, I have thoroughly mastered its essence over the past thirty years, and today I will impart it to you as well."

Qin Han immediately held his breath and focused his attention, listening intently to the instruction, afraid of missing a single word.

"I will first teach you the 'Proud and Cold Intent,' which is the general principle for mastering swordsmanship. Listen carefully."

Wu Yazi's voice grew long and resonant, echoing slowly in the stone chamber: "Frozen blood guards the secrets of heaven, a hidden blade concealed in the sleeve, unleashing its wonders. Ice melts and rain falls, leaving no trace, the heart is as still as water, the body as a sojourn. Ice and snow cover the spirit of heaven, the sealed courtyard's energy flows like falling petals. The three mysterious gates have no fixed rules, a letter slowly unfolds like thunder."

As Qin Han listened, he silently repeated the words in his mind.

The general outline was obscure and difficult to understand. Perhaps it was because of the python pattern, but he had been able to have an extraordinary memory since childhood, able to remember everything he saw and memorize everything he heard. He engraved these few sentences of the general outline in his mind after hearing them only once.