Martial Arts Crossover: It All Started with Hijacking Li Canghai

Yuwen Huaji looked at the old Taoist priest in front of him. Wasn't this an old acquaintance?

"Qingxuan Daoist? Ha, Dugu Feng, it's been so long since I've seen you. So you've been hiding here as a Daoist?"

After You Chuhong's death, your Dugu family means nothing to Zhao Gou. Why risk your life for him?

Dugu Feng's expression was solemn, and his fingers tightened around the sword hilt.

Since You Chuhong's death, the Dugu family's position in the court has declined day by day, as evidenced by the fact that there are no members of their family in the Imperial Guards.

Zhao Gou had long since lost all regard for the Dugu family.

However, one should never forget one's roots.

Dugu Feng spoke in a cold voice.

"Yuwen Huaji, I stand here today for the sake of the Song Dynasty, not for any private matter."

Yuwen Huaji burst into laughter after hearing this.

"Stop spouting nonsense. The Zhao family has already lost half of the country. What right do they have to defend it?"

"You were never as good as me in martial arts, nor in talent, and you couldn't even outmaneuver me when it came to women. Did you really think you were worthy to fight me?"

Dugu Feng's face flushed red.

Back then, he and Yuwen Huaji both fell for the same woman, but the woman didn't even glance at him and instead threw herself at Yuwen Huaji's household.

This matter circulated in Lin'an City for several years, becoming a thorn in Dugu Feng's side.

"Yuwen Huaji, you're asking for death!"

The moment the words left his mouth, he sprang forward, his green steel sword flashing rapidly.

The blade carries an aura of sharpness wherever it goes.

"The True Martial Demon-Slaying Sword?!"

Yuwen Huaji recognized the sword technique at a glance.

Somewhat surprisingly, the opponent had also learned the Wudang school's sword techniques, but he didn't move an inch, his right hand reaching out to grab in mid-air!

Rainwater quickly gathered in the palm of the hand.

Mysterious Ice Force!

Water freezes and melts!

A three-foot-long ice sword took shape.

"It's a real waste to give you Wudang's sword techniques. Have you forgotten that your martial arts skills have never been as good as mine since you were a child?"

Swords, spears, halberds—in which of those trades haven't you lost to me?

The Xuanbing energy burst forth, and he swung his ice sword horizontally, the extremely cold true energy crashing into the blade of Dugu Feng's sword.

The cyan sword blade was obstructed, producing a series of vibrations like ice blocks colliding.

Dugu Feng felt his tiger's mouth go numb, and his right arm was so cold that he almost lost all feeling. His Zhenwu Demon-Subduing Sword was in disarray after only a few moves against Yuwen Huaji.

Dugu Feng staggered back six steps, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

Yuwen Huaji gave them no time to breathe, flipping his hand to change the movement, drawing the water on the ground together.

It froze into a long ice spear in front of him!

"Break the Mystic Ice!"

Yuwen Huaji gripped the spear shaft with one hand, and the ice spear whistled as it hurtled towards Dugu Feng's head. If it hit Dugu Feng's head, he would die on the spot.

Just as the ice spear was about to fall!

A throwing knife came flying from the side!

Yuwen Huaji frowned slightly, and the ice spear he was about to throw changed direction midway, sweeping across and shattering the throwing knife on the spot.

Looking towards the side hall, a tall man was rushing out from there.

"Yuwen Ba?!"

Dugu Feng's expression changed drastically when he saw his younger brother appear.

"Didn't I tell you to take the wind with you? Who gave you permission to come?!"

Yuwen Ba ignored his brother's words, drew his broadsword from his waist, and looked coldly at Yuwen Huaji.

"Brother, if we're leaving, we'll leave together today."

Yuwen Huaji crushed the ice spear in his hand.

Then, hold your hands together and flip over!

The Xuanbing Energy within his body was pushed to its limit, and the surrounding rainwater, affected by the cold air, froze into dozens of ice blades that floated around him.

"Good! With you two brothers together today, it saves me the trouble of going back and catching them one by one!!"

He shouted, "Go!"

The ice blades shot out, splitting apart and rushing towards the two of them.

Yuwen Ba raised his sword to defend, but the sword was just an ordinary blade, which was no match for Yuwen Huaji's top-level Xuanbing Force, which was at the Grandmaster level.

It was instantly shattered by the shock!

Dugu Feng gritted his teeth, raised his Qinggang sword to block his younger brother, and swung his wrist repeatedly, barely shattering several approaching ice blades.

But the remaining ice blades that he couldn't block immediately tore through his Taoist robe.

"Big brother!"

Seeing his brother injured, Yuwen Ba's eyes reddened, and he immediately wanted to rush forward.

Dugu Feng pushed him to the back.

"Hurry up, take Feng'er and leave Lin'an City as soon as possible."

Speaking of which, I glanced at the Imperial Ancestral Temple.

"From this day forward, the Dugu family owes the Zhao family nothing!"

Yuwen Ba's body stiffened, and his lips trembled incessantly.

Dugu Feng turned to look at his younger brother, his expression conveying an attitude that brooked no refusal.

"Hurry up and leave!!"

Yuwen Huaji watched the scene unfold with a cold eye, adopting a cat-and-mouse attitude.

"Trying to leave? Neither of you brothers will leave the Imperial Ancestral Temple alive today!"

Dugu Feng turned around, held the steel sword horizontally in front of his chest, and mobilized the remaining true energy in his body.

He unleashed all his Grandmaster-level cultivation, displaying a desperate, life-or-death attitude.

"Yuwen Huaji, you greatly underestimate me, Dugu Feng!"

Dugu Feng loosened his grip, letting the Qinggang Sword fly out of his hand. The Qinggang Sword dispersed into dozens of afterimages in mid-air, each afterimage carrying his remaining power.

Finally, the sword was drawn into a single point, aimed directly at the spot where Yuwen Huaji was standing!

"True Martial Demon-Subduing Sword, Seventh Form: Seven Swords Return to One!"

Yuwen Huaji snorted coldly.

"I told you, you were never as good as me when you were young, and you still aren't!"

He held his palms together in a cupped gesture.

A white, chilling aura emanated from his body.

"Mysterious Ice Force, freezing a thousand miles!"

The flying swords were instantly frozen upon contact with the white frost, suspended in mid-air, unable to advance even an inch further.

Dugu Feng felt a tightness in his chest and spat out a mouthful of blood!

My body swayed continuously, and I almost couldn't stand up.

Taking advantage of the opening, Yuwen Ba rushed forward and grabbed his brother's arm with both hands.

"Big brother, come with me!"

With the last of his strength, Dugu Feng shook off his brother's arm once more.

"Get out of here!"

Yuwen Ba gritted his teeth, stopped arguing, and turned to run away towards the side hall.

Yuwen Huaji sneered and did not give chase. He walked step by step to Dugu Feng, who could only be supported by his Qinggang Sword.

"You can run away, but you can't hide. After I've dealt with you, I'll go after the rest of your Dugu family!"

"For the sake of our past acquaintance, I'll give you a chance to say your last words."

Dugu Feng, his face covered in blood, suddenly grinned.

"Yuwen Huaji, you are a fool! Your attempt to usurp the throne today is nothing but a stepping stone for someone else!"

One day, someone else will take your dog's life to atone for their sins! You're nothing but the dumbest idiot in the world. Hahahaha!

Yuwen Huaji's face darkened, and he raised his right hand.

He gathered his Xuanbing True Qi into a single palm strike and slammed it down!

"court death!"

Dugu Feng's head was struck hard, and his skull caved into his chest cavity!

Blood mingled with rainwater and splattered everywhere.

The entire Imperial Ancestral Temple was completely silent, with only the light drizzle falling.

Zhao Gou scrambled down to the area below the ancestral tablet in the Imperial Ancestral Temple.

"Protect the Emperor! Quickly, protect the Emperor! You must protect the Emperor!"

None of the imperial guards standing around stepped forward to protect the emperor; they simply watched as their emperor crawled forward on the ground.

Yuwen Huaji slowly approached Zhao Gou, who was huddled under the altar, and grinned.

"Your Majesty, the troublesome old fellow is gone, now it's your turn."