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

Just as Fan Yao charged forward, a chilling aura suddenly exploded from above the sword.

The monk felt a chill run down his spine and instinctively tried to dodge.

But before they could even move—

"bass!"

A sharp, piercing sound rang out.

An invisible stream of air shot out directly from the tip of Xiao Yaoqing's sword sheath.

"Waaah—"

The ascetic felt a sharp gust of wind brush past his ear.

Immediately afterwards, a few broken strands of hair floated down from mid-air.

He froze on the spot.

Cold sweat immediately broke out on his forehead.

If I had been even a fraction slower just now, my throat would probably have been pierced by that gust of air.

Below the stage, the eyes of the two Xuanming Elders and Yuchi Feng narrowed simultaneously, filled with shock.

"this……"

Zhao Min didn't see clearly what had happened, but she did see the strand of hair that had been cut off.

She turned to Lu Zhangke and asked, "Mr. Lu, what kind of move is that?"

Lu Zhangke shook his head: "Your Highness, this is not a technique."

"It's sword energy."

"Sword energy?!"

Zhao Min's eyes lit up immediately.

She wasn't particularly skilled in martial arts, but she had a thorough understanding of all martial arts styles.

Of course she knew about sword energy.

Sword-wielding sects like Wudang and Emei value this most.

Ultimately, a sword is a short weapon; what if you encounter an enemy at a distance?

The real killing move is the one that can unleash an invisible burst of energy.

Zhao Min herself also tried to unleash sword energy.

But what she used was completely different from what Xiao Yaoqing had just used.

That thing of hers can only be called Sword Wind at best.

To put it simply, it was just a gust of air created by the sword being swung too fast.

As Xiao Yaoqing's sword energy swept across, several strands of hair on the Bitter Monk's head were severed and floated lightly to the ground.

This guy's sword energy already possesses the sharpness of a real sword. Even just a wisp of air can cut through things like a blade. This kind of skill isn't something just anyone can master.

On the arena, the expression on the Bitter Monk's face changed completely.

His eyes were solemn, even showing a hint of lingering fear—if he had taken that sword energy head-on, he probably would have lost his life.

He slowly straightened up, pointing his long sword diagonally, his eyes showing not only seriousness and solemnity, but also a deep respect.

Immediately afterwards, he clasped his hands in a fist salute to Xiao Yaoqing and bowed slightly.

If he weren't pretending to be mute, he would definitely have shouted, "Master Xiao, your swordsmanship is truly admirable!"

These words truly reflected the deepest thoughts in the heart of the ascetic.

However, if Xiao Yaoqing knew what the Bitter Monk was thinking right now, would he blush?

Hard to say.

After all, what does Xiao Yaoqing know about swordsmanship? Isn't that nonsense?

He doesn't even know a single proper sword move!

The system just gave him the Zhongchong Sword from the Six Meridians Divine Sword this morning. To put it bluntly, it's just a middle finger. What's so great about it?

But the Bitter Monk had already repositioned himself for an attack.

Although he knew that he was far behind Xiao Yaoqing in swordsmanship, he still wanted to try and see just how much of a difference he was in.

Seeing his posture, Xiao Yaoqing sighed inwardly, "Again?"

He definitely can't draw his sword. If it's a real fight, he'll have to rely on the Six Meridians Divine Sword.

But the Bitter Monk had already rushed over using the Free and Easy Step.

As Xiao Yaoqing watched the other party approach, he knew perfectly well that if he let them get close, he would definitely suffer.

Close combat? He doesn't know how to use a sword at all!

So, without hesitation, he raised his right hand, which was holding the sword, again.

Upon seeing this action, the ascetic immediately held his longsword horizontally in front of him, assuming a defensive stance.

As soon as he steadied himself, a sharp aura burst forth from Xiao Yaoqing's sword sheath.

"Ding!"

Then, "Ugh—"

A muffled thud.

The ascetic was sent flying straight backward.

"Thump thump thump thump!"

After landing, he staggered back four or five steps before his back hit the railing of the ring and he regained his balance.

At this moment, the ascetic's eyes were filled with shock.

But the sword in his hand was still trembling violently, so much so that he couldn't think about how terrifying Xiao Yaoqing's sword energy was for the time being.

The longsword trembled like a leaf, followed by a series of cracking sounds.

pat-

Right there in front of everyone, it broke in two!

Break it cleanly in the middle!

"hiss!"

The monk almost cried out, but luckily he bit his tongue tightly, otherwise his identity would have been exposed on the spot.

"Such powerful sword energy!"

This time, the two elders of Xuanming spoke at the same time, took a step forward side by side, and stared intently at the arena, wishing they could get closer to see what was going on.

Although Zhao Min couldn't understand the mystery, she could definitely feel the pressure from Xiao Yaoqing's sword strike.

Her eyes were shining, and she couldn't help but mutter to herself:

"Just how strong is this guy?"

"I already thought Master Ku's swordsmanship was the pinnacle, yet I couldn't even withstand a single blow from him?"

To be honest, she deliberately arranged this competition today.

She wanted to see if Xiao Yaoqing, who carried a sword around all day, was really skilled or just putting on an act.

When I challenged him to a sword duel before, he simply said, "There's no need to draw your sword."

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At the time, she thought this person was too arrogant.

But now, looking back, "their arrogance is justified."

A princess of such high status has actually begun to doubt herself.

Xiao Yaoqing didn't even draw his sword that time, nor did he use any sword energy, yet he subdued her completely.

Now, having witnessed this sword strike from the sidelines, Zhao Min instantly understood:

"When he fought me, he probably didn't even use one-tenth of his strength, right?"

She knew that Xiao Yaoqing possessed top-tier martial arts skills such as the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms and the Xuanming Divine Palm.

Now this terrifying sword energy has appeared again!

"Just how many trump cards is this guy hiding?"

Anyone would think that way.

The ascetic on the arena was also pondering this question.

He was completely dumbfounded.

The first time he encountered Xiao Yaoqing's sword energy, he felt that it was ridiculously powerful.

He refused to believe it and insisted on trying again. And what was the result?

That's it?

A thought that even he himself found absurd popped into his head:

"Perhaps only the Heaven-Slaying Sword could withstand this kind of sword energy?"

You asked him if it was an exaggeration to think that way.

From his perspective, it's not an exaggeration at all.

Now, the ascetic has finally realized his own level.

The monk was still pondering to see just how much skill this kid was hiding.

To everyone's surprise, the other person didn't even pull out the scabbard, and with a casual swing, cleaved his longsword in two.

What's the point of fighting?

For a moment, the ascetic was completely bewildered.

How old is this kid?

Having lived most of my life, my proudest skill is this swordsmanship.

But if you can't even fight back in front of someone, where do you put your face?

The ascetic monk, head bowed, straightened up and gave Xiao Yaoqing a deep fist salute.

He turned around, took a step, and jumped off the ring without hesitation.

It's obvious they're admitting defeat.

Xiao Yaoqing watched the retreating figure and breathed a sigh of relief: "Finally, it's over."

He had no idea that his actions had shattered the other person's confidence.

To be honest, Xiao Yaoqing himself didn't expect that the Six Meridians Divine Sword could be this powerful.

All he remembered was that in his time, this skill was touted as the best sword technique in the world!

"Master Xiao's swordsmanship is extraordinary; Zhao Min is convinced."

As soon as the ascetic monk landed, Zhao Min cupped her hands in a gesture of respect to Xiao Yaoqing and praised him with a smile.

Xiao Yaoqing remained calm and composed.

Swordsmanship?

What is that thing?

There isn't one at all.

But since we've already gone this far, we have to grit our teeth and keep going.

Just as Zhao Min was about to say something more, a series of footsteps suddenly came from outside the courtyard.

Immediately afterwards, a servant ran in to report:

"Princess, Abbess Miejue of the Emei Sect has already set off with her men."

The two elders of Xuanming exchanged a glance.

A glint flashed in Zhao Min's eyes, and she waved her hand, "They've moved, so let's not stand idly by. Let's pack up and follow them."

After saying that, she turned to the two elders of Xuanming, the Bitter Monk, and Yuchi Feng behind her and instructed them: "Get ready, everyone. We'll officially set off in an incense stick's time. Our destination—Bright Peak!"

Bright Summit?

Xiao Yaoqing's eyes lit up.

That's not true.

The six major sects are besieging Bright Peak, what a spectacle!

Xiao Yaoqing had never seen it in person; he had only seen it a few times on television or in books.

Nothing beats being there in person!

Besides, there are many masters gathered on Bright Peak.

Once Zhang Wuji has resolved the crisis facing the six major sects, Zhao Min will begin arresting people.

Then, his idea of ​​sneaking from the first floor to the sixth floor will come true.

What are we waiting for? Let's go!

Xiao Yaoqing didn't have much to bring; all he had was a sword.

Just as he was about to leave the training ground with the Bitter Monk and the others, Zhao Min's voice drifted over again:

"Xiao Yaoqing, come here for a moment."

Xiao Yaoqing: "..."

Why are you yelling when you should be packing your own luggage?!

Although he was reluctant, he followed them anyway.

Who can blame her when she's a princess?

Right now, we still need her protection.

The two left the training ground one after the other. Zhao Min deliberately slowed her pace and walked to Xiao Yaoqing's side, standing shoulder to shoulder with him.

With a hint of anticipation in her eyes, she asked:

"Xiao Yaoqing, how did you develop that sword aura? Could you teach me?"

Xiao Yaoqing glanced at her, his tone carrying a hint of disdain:

"I knew you'd come to see me alone; it couldn't be anything good."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Min became a little anxious:

"How come it's all bad news? I just wanted to learn your sword energy."

"Besides, didn't you swear an oath to pass on all the martial arts you know to me?"

When did I ever swear an oath?

Bitter Monk and Yuchi Feng are the ones who actually made a vow!

However, Xiao Yaoqing still looked at her and said:

"It's not that you can't learn, but you need to have a strong foundation first. Without that foundation, even if I teach you, you won't be able to practice."

Although Xiao Yaoqing's knowledge of martial arts may not be comparable to Zhao Min's.

But he wasn't wrong.

The pure internal energy he possessed for thirty years was even greater than that of Abbess Miejue.

Not to mention Zhao Min.

Zhao Min, of course, understood this principle as well.

But she still couldn't help but complain:

"I really don't understand. You're not much older than me, where do you get such profound internal strength? What kind of mental cultivation method are you practicing?"

Xiao Yaoqing: "That's what you call exceptional talent, you wouldn't understand~"

"cut!"

Zhao Min didn't believe his nonsense at all.

But what could she do?

Whether you believe it or not, you can't find any fault with him.