Martial Arts Crossover: Zhao Min, your sidekick is really something else.

The Heaven-Reliant Sword that was stuck in the stone platform behind Zhang Sanfeng actually flew out on its own!

All eyes followed the movement of the sword light, finally landing on Xiao Yaoqing.

Xiao Yaoqing slightly raised his hand, and the Heaven-Slaying Sword, which Zhang Sanfeng had just confiscated and which he hadn't even had a chance to warm up, landed steadily in his palm.

Yu Daiyan, Zhang Wuji, and Yin Tianzheng's expressions changed drastically.

This reversal happened way too fast? And someone actually dared to steal something from Zhang Sanfeng's head?

Isn't this a public slap in the face?

Who was Zhang Sanfeng?

None of the three people reacted for a moment.

But Zhang Sanfeng's pupils suddenly contracted.

In fact, as soon as he finished speaking, he noticed something unusual about the young man standing next to Zhao Min. He knew the man was about to try and take the sword.

But he didn't expect that this young man could also control a sword remotely?

As soon as Zhang Sanfeng sensed Xiao Yaoqing's burst of true energy, he instinctively tried to intercept it.

But his true energy still couldn't block his path—

The Heaven-Slaying Sword behind him had already been snatched away by Xiao Yaoqing in mid-air!

That's right, it was so fast that even Zhang Sanfeng couldn't stop it?

"Just who is this kid...?"

Zhang Sanfeng stared at Xiao Yaoqing, his gaze instantly becoming wary, and a strong sense of crisis rose in his heart.

Logically speaking, Zhang Sanfeng was closer to the sword, while Xiao Yaoqing was farther away. If Xiao Yaoqing had simply used his inner energy to guide the sword, Zhang Sanfeng would definitely have intercepted it.

pity--

Xiao Yaoqing possesses two unparalleled martial arts skills: the Great Shift of Heaven and Earth and the Shifting of Flowers and Jade.

Add to that the refined internal energy accumulated over decades, and the gap can't be bridged by distance.

The Heaven-Slaying Sword fell into Zhang Sanfeng's hands? There was no need to fight so hard to snatch it.

As expected, Zhao Min and her group's expressions changed when they heard Zhang Sanfeng speak.

But before they could even fully express their emotions, things went wrong.

Zhang Sanfeng said, "I will keep the Heaven-Reliant Sword safe."

"Clang—"

Before the sword was even drawn and before he could finish speaking, Xiao Yaoqing snatched it back.

It's just a lonely thing.

Zhang Sanfeng, a grandmaster of martial arts, has suffered a major setback in terms of prestige.

Although the ascetic Fan Yao was a member of the Ming Cult, he should logically be on the side of Zhang Sanfeng and Yin Tianzheng at this moment.

This scene is hilarious!

They were all holding back their laughter; it wouldn't be appropriate for them to burst out laughing at this moment, would it?

Zhao Min didn't care about any of that.

Looking at the Heaven-Slaying Sword in Xiao Yaoqing's hand, he threw his head back and laughed three times.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

They didn't give Zhang Sanfeng any face at all.

He then added, "Master Zhang, there's no need for your Wudang Sect to trouble yourself with the Heaven-Slaying Sword."

This statement seems to have two layers of meaning no matter how you look at it.

One layer—Your Wudang sect simply can't keep the Heaven-Slaying Sword.

Another layer—Zhang Sanfeng, you're old and useless now!

Zhao Min's laughter pierced his ears, and Zhang Wuji finally snapped out of his daze.

His brows furrowed instantly, and anger surged in his eyes.

Both Xiao Yaoqing's actions and Zhao Min's words were a slap in the face to his master.

The master's reputation is the reputation of Wudang.

Who dares to insult Wudang!

Enraged, Zhang Wuji roared and charged at Zhao Min with his sword pointed diagonally.

He was filled with murderous intent and showed no mercy whatsoever.

"stop!"

Zhang Sanfeng called out.

But it was too late.

Xiao Yaoqing was also a little surprised to see this scene.

When did Zhang Wuji learn to hit women?

Did your temperament change because you didn't master the Great Shift of the Universe?

That shouldn't be the case.

However, regardless of the circumstances, Xiao Yaoqing had to intervene.

He casually tossed the Heaven-Slaying Sword aside, and it landed precisely back in its sheath.

He raised his right hand and gave Zhang Wuji the middle finger.

When Zhang Wuji saw Xiao Yaoqing make his move, he tensed up and prepared to defend.

Zhang Wuji himself couldn't explain what happened.

When Xiao Yaoqing's straight middle finger came into his view, the anger inside him surged like oil being poured on it. He felt that Xiao Yaoqing's gesture was a deliberate attempt to humiliate him.

Xiao Yaoqing, on the other hand, was quite relaxed. His posture, in anyone's eyes, looked like he was about to demonstrate to the world what an international friendship gesture was. But what could he do? The Zhongchong Sword from the Six Meridians Divine Sword technique was precisely launched from the middle finger of his right hand.

Zhang Wuji gritted his teeth, turned his sword around, and aimed it at Xiao Yaoqing's finger.

But in the next second, Xiao Yaoqing's middle finger suddenly emitted a sharp aura.

The aura was as cold as a knife. The moment Zhang Wuji touched it, his mind exploded—this was the same aura that had almost killed him on Bright Peak! He dared not be careless and immediately used his Tai Chi sword to block it head-on.

The Tai Chi True Qi enveloped the sword blade, tightly binding the sword energy unleashed by Xiao Yaoqing.

Previously, when he used this move against the Heaven-Slaying Sword, he was able to completely neutralize its edge, rendering it powerless. But this time was different. The moment his sword collided with the Six Meridians Divine Sword's aura, it began to tremble violently.

"bite."

A crisp sound.

The sword in Zhang Wuji's hand broke instantly.

"Well--!"

He groaned, blood splattering everywhere, and staggered backward, clutching his right hand. Blood gushed from between his fingers, dripping onto the ground.

He took a few steps back, staring wide-eyed at Xiao Yaoqing's middle finger that he had just retracted, his mind reeling with shock: "His sword energy... has gotten stronger again?"

He had experienced Xiao Yaoqing's Six Meridians Divine Sword twice before. This time, its power was at least several times greater than the one he had used on Bright Peak.

"What makes him so strong?"

For a full 120 years, no monster like this has ever been seen.

To be honest, the power of the "rushing sword" technique within the Six Meridians Divine Sword alone is insufficient to shatter the Tai Chi sword energy. No matter how powerful the Six Meridians Divine Sword is, it's still just a unique skill from that era.

But what Xiao Yaoqing is using now is no longer the simple Six Meridians Divine Sword.

He had already mastered the Dugu Nine Swords to its highest level—no sword, no moves. He hadn't even touched the earlier levels, but this final level was precisely the essence that Dugu Qiubai had spent his entire life pondering. Every sword strike Xiao Yaoqing unleashed carried the essence of "no sword, no moves."

Its power is completely different from that of the ordinary Six Meridian Divine Sword.

Furthermore, Zhang Wuji's own Tai Chi sword energy was not yet fully mastered, and the sword he was holding was merely a practice iron sword from Wudang Mountain. With the two combined, it was no wonder that they would break.

Zhang Wuji's hand was so numb from the shock that he could barely hold the sword.

The recoil was so strong, it felt like hitting an iron wall.

Xiao Yaoqing shook his head and sighed.

This kid surnamed Zhang could hold his own against me for a few moves the first time we fought, but now he's been knocked down with just one finger?

What a useless piece of trash.

Without the Qiankun Great Shift, Zhang Wuji probably wouldn't even be considered a third-rate master.

Nonsense.

Having mastered the Nine Yang Divine Skill to this level, he should at most be considered a top-tier master.

It's a pity that he ran into such an unfathomable opponent.

The White-Browed Eagle King, Yin Tianzheng, with his sharp eyes, noticed Zhang Wuji's injury and his expression changed drastically as he rushed over.

"Wuji! How are you?!"

He grabbed Zhang Wuji and steadied his swaying body.

Yu Daiyan and Zhang Sanfeng heard the word "Wuji".

At the same time, they were stunned.

But Zhang Sanfeng had no time to ask any more questions. With a swift movement, he was already in front of Zhang Wuji and Yin Tianzheng before anyone could even see his footsteps.

He stood between Zhao Min's group and Zhang Wuji.

At this moment, Zhang Sanfeng's gaze was no longer on Zhao Min, but fixed on Xiao Yaoqing, his eyes becoming serious.

His voice was low and deep, tinged with surprise:

"If I'm not mistaken, you were just using sword energy projection?"

Sword energy being released outwards?

The Six Meridian Divine Sword... I guess it counts, right?

Xiao Yaoqing himself was unsure.

But since Zhang Sanfeng asked that question, he was too lazy to explain and simply nodded.

Zhang Sanfeng stared at Xiao Yaoqing for a long while, his eyes filled with shock, and slowly shook his head.

"Unbelievable! Absolutely unbelievable! You are so young, yet your swordsmanship has reached such a level. In my 120 years of life, I have never seen such a genius!"

Zhang Sanfeng surprisingly praised Xiao Yaoqing without reservation.

That's the kind of person he is—if you're truly capable, he'll genuinely respect you.

Even if you injure one of his Wudang disciples, he won't deliberately belittle or insult you.

This is why, when the Ming Cult besieged Wudang, he was still able to greet the White-Browed Eagle King with a smile.

Xiao Yaoqing felt a little embarrassed after being praised by Zhang Sanfeng.

Zhang Sanfeng was one of the strongest figures of his time.

The Tai Chi Sword he created is the number one sword technique in the world.

This is a true master swordsman.

The sword master Zhang Sanfeng actually praised his own swordsmanship?

Xiao Yaoqing's face flushed. Others might not know, but how could he not know—he had never even touched a sword!

Just as he was wondering how to respond, Zhao Min stepped forward.

She stared at Zhang Sanfeng and said coldly, "Master Zhang, your men have already lost. Now, it's your turn, isn't it?"

Zhang Sanfeng actually wanted to talk to Xiao Yaoqing a little longer.

He had only recently grasped the essence of Tai Chi swordplay, and there were still many aspects he hadn't fully understood. This person before him possessed such high swordsmanship; listening to his insights would greatly benefit his own martial arts.

Zhao Min's interruption made Zhang Sanfeng feel a little uncomfortable.

He didn't say anything, just quietly watched Zhao Min, wondering what other trouble she could cause.

Zhao Min didn't waste any words and gently waved her hand behind her.

Two figures suddenly darted out, accompanied by the whooshing sound of wind.

The two brothers, Xuanming and his brother, landed in front of Zhao Min.

"Master! Watch out!"

Zhang Wuji, supported by Yin Tianzheng, cried out in alarm.

Little did he know that Zhang Sanfeng was not injured at all and was in excellent condition.

Not only was Zhang Wuji unaware, but the Xuanming Elders were also completely baffled.

The two exchanged a glance, smiled, and nodded simultaneously.

"drink!"

With a low growl, they leaped into the air.

A sudden burst of bone-chilling cold emanated from his body, causing the temperature of the entire hall to drop.

Zhang Sanfeng was stunned for a moment.

But the two elders of Xuanming had already slapped down with their palms.

Zhang Sanfeng flicked his whisk lightly and met the attack with one hand.

"Bang!"

A muffled thud exploded.

"puff--"

"puff--"

Both of them coughed up blood at the same time.

The two elders of Xuanming turned pale and flew straight backward!

Zhang Sanfeng looked down at his right hand, where a layer of ice was slowly forming.

He said softly, "Huh?"

He exclaimed, "The Profound Netherworld Divine Palm?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Sanfeng casually shook his frozen hand.