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

You know what, as soon as Zhang Wuji said those words, Xiao Yaoqing was stunned for a moment, and looked down at the long sword in his right hand.

Then his lips twitched, revealing a bitter smile.

If you hadn't mentioned it, I would have completely forgotten that I even had this thing!

Damn it, why do you have to rub salt in my wounds?!

I've been fighting them to the death all this time, just to steal a sword technique, haven't I?

After all this effort, we haven't gotten a single thing related to swords!

Xiao Yaoqing really wished he could throw this broken sword away.

But every time he had this thought, a voice inside him would stop him.

The meaning is clear—if you really throw it away, you'll definitely regret it later.

Moreover, Xiao Yaoqing was certain that this voice was definitely not given by the system.

The problem is, whenever these people start a fight with him, they always ask him a question first.

What could he say?

He claims he doesn't know how to use a sword at all?

Wouldn't that be incredibly embarrassing?

He replied again, "No need."

?

Having fought these people several times, Xiao Yaoqing had figured out a thing or two—he told himself, "It's unnecessary."

At that time, it seems like it can leave the other side with some psychological trauma?

Therefore, when faced with Zhang Wuji's question, Xiao Yaoqing simply shut his mouth and didn't utter a single word.

But he didn't expect that the psychological blow from this silence would be greater than that of saying "It's unnecessary."

Even more ruthless!

Zhang Wuji frowned.

As if provoked by Xiao Yaoqing's attitude, his inherent competitive spirit suddenly surged up, and he blurted out:

"Today, I'll definitely see the power of your sword!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he pushed off with his feet and shot straight toward Xiao Yaoqing!

129 Why is it so hard to get the Nine Yang Divine Skill?!

Seeing Zhang Wuji charging towards him, Xiao Yaoqing remained completely calm.

Feeling a bit amused and exasperated, he muttered to himself:

"Why does this kid insist on watching me draw my sword?"

"What swordsmanship would I possibly teach him?!"

"However, since you're so stubborn..."

Xiao Yaoqing's thoughts shifted, and he slowly raised his right hand, which was holding the long sword.

Using the sword as cover, he quietly raised his right middle finger.

Okay, fine.

Xiao Yaoqing flicked his right index finger, and a sword aura shot out suddenly, silently but with astonishing speed.

Zhang Wuji was rushing over. Although he couldn't see the invisible sharpness, his body instinctively sent out warning signals—danger!

He instantly stopped his attack, his Nine Yang True Qi suddenly erupted, and he was pushed aside by a great force, forced to dodge half a zhang.

Only one thought occupied his mind: if he didn't forcefully change direction with his inner energy, he probably wouldn't be able to dodge this attack.

He had just dodged when a large tree behind him snapped.

A soft sound.

Zhang Wuji steadied himself, turned around abruptly, and looked back with surprise and doubt in his eyes.

The others, unaware of what he was looking at, also turned to look.

The tree looked perfectly fine; nothing had happened.

But only three or four seconds passed.

A series of "crackling" sounds

A cracking sound suddenly rang out.

Everyone's pupils contracted.

The tree began to shake violently, and the upper half of the trunk slowly slid off and separated from the lower half.

"boom!"

The tree trunk crashed heavily to the ground, sending dirt flying everywhere.

Everyone could see it clearly—the lower half of the broken section was as smooth as if it had been cut with a knife, without a single burr, and it even had a slight sheen.

"this……"

The Ming Cult and the six major sects were instantly in an uproar.

The three heroes of Wudang and Abbess Miejue spoke almost simultaneously, their voices all changing tone:

"This is sword energy?!"

All four of them turned their heads at the same time, their eyes fixed on Xiao Yaoqing.

Mo Shenggu's voice tightened: "He doesn't even have a sword, yet he can unleash sword energy?!"

Song Yuanqiao hesitated for a moment, then nodded, his voice low and deep: "Not only that, this sword energy is condensed and doesn't dissipate, maintaining its power even after flying this far... This person's swordsmanship must have reached a level of divine skill?"

Yin Liting, standing beside him, said in a slightly hoarse voice, "This is still without the sword drawn... If he really draws the sword, then..."

He didn't finish speaking, but no one responded.

Because no one dared to think about what might happen next.

The Xuanming Elders, the Bitter Monk, and Yuchi Gong, who had already witnessed Xiao Yaoqing's sword energy, were filled with admiration.

Although they knew how terrifying Xiao Yaoqing was, they still couldn't help but feel a chill down their spines every time they witnessed this scene.

Zhang Wuji was originally a few steps away from Xiao Yaoqing.

The Nine Yang True Qi suddenly erupted, forcefully dragging him a considerable distance horizontally.

If it had gotten even a fraction closer, that arm would have been chopped off by the sword energy long ago.

He knew it in his heart, and when he glanced back at the thick tree behind him, a chill ran down his spine.

But that doesn't mean he'll back down.

If he were to back down now, he wouldn't be Zhang Wuji.

After a brief moment of shock, he rushed forward again.

Two fists, whipped with a strong wind, slammed down towards Xiao Yaoqing's face.

Xiao Yaoqing gripped the sword in his right hand, clenching it into a fist, while opening his left hand into a palm to meet the attack head-on.

His left hand used the Kunlun School's Tiangang Palm Force, and his right hand used the Kunlun School's Tiangang Palm Technique.

Originally, the Quiet Lotus Palm or the Shifting Flowers and Jade Techniques would have been fine, but didn't he just copy Kunlun's two palm techniques?

This is a good opportunity to practice.

"puff--"

With a muffled thud, three fists and a slap collided.

Xiao Yaoqing felt a terrifying force crashing down on him head-on.

Fortunately, he had infused his feet with a lot of internal energy, which helped him stabilize his lower body and prevent him from being directly knocked away.

Zhang Wuji's Nine Yang Divine Skill was indeed fierce, but a doubt arose in Xiao Yaoqing's mind:

"Logically speaking, if you were to tough it out, you'd at least cough up blood, right?"

"How come now... it's like someone pushed me, and then that was it?"

There was indeed no follow-up on Xiao Yaoqing's side.

But Zhang Wuji's face immediately contorted into a bitter expression.

A gentle, feminine force emanated from his left hand, while his right hand possessed an extremely yang and powerful energy.

The two streams of Yin and Yang energy directly tore through the protection of his Nine Yang Divine Skill and entered his body.

The two forces mingled together, causing the internal organs to feel as if they were twisted into a pretzel, resulting in excruciating pain.

"Well--"

He was in so much pain that beads of sweat were pouring down his forehead.

"Bang!"

The two men unleashed their palm strikes once more.

Zhang Wuji was sent flying in a whirl.

After crashing to the ground, it stumbled backward for more than ten steps before finally stopping.

Looking at Xiao Yaoqing, he too was pushed back three steps by the impact.

That's right, just three steps.

[Ding! Congratulations on successfully replicating the top-tier movement technique, Heavenly Divine Movement!]

Another movement technique?!

Xiao Yaoqing's mind was about to explode.

How come Zhang Wuji's dazzling martial arts skills have been copied into a footwork technique for me?

Do you think I'm not fast enough?

Xiao Yaoqing's only concern for Zhang Wuji now is the Nine Yang Divine Skill. But he just can't seem to get rid of it no matter what.

Xiao Yaoqing is going crazy.

To be honest, Zhang Wuji's movement techniques were indeed quite impressive. He honed them through sheer hard work on Icefire Island and in the Nameless Valley.

In terms of speed, he couldn't match the lightness skill of the Green-Winged Bat King, Wei Yixiao.

But every time Wei Yixiao made a move, Zhang Wuji was able to nimbly dodge it.

It goes without saying how monstrous this movement technique is.

But Xiao Yaoqing really didn't want it!

"puff--"

Zhang Wuji had just regained his balance when he suddenly clutched his chest and spat out a mouthful of blood.

He looked like he was about to collapse, as if he was desperately trying to hold on.

Then, he slowly knelt down on one knee.

The entire audience was stunned.

"Wuji!!"

Several screams erupted simultaneously.

Song Yuanqiao, Yin Liting, and Mo Shenggu suddenly rushed out and surrounded Zhang Wuji.

The White-browed Eagle King, Yin Tianzheng, cried out in alarm and stood up abruptly.

However, his sword wounds had not yet healed, and he started coughing as soon as he got excited.

Yang Xiao and Wei Yixiao, who were standing nearby, quickly helped him up.

Zhou Zhiruo of the Emei Sect had her heart in her throat when she saw Zhang Wuji and Xiao Yaoqing's four hands tangled together.

Now, for some reason, I secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

But the one who was most shocked was Xiao Yaoqing.

How can Zhang Wuji be so weak?!

Xiao Yaoqing was completely bewildered.

He looked at Zhang Wuji, who was bleeding from his mouth and nose, and his expression turned strange.

I couldn't help myself and blurted out:

"When did Zhang Wuji become so weak?"

If Zhang Wuji heard this, he would probably spit out a mouthful of blood again.

He developed anemia on the spot.

seriously.

In the original novel, Zhang Wuji was a top-tier martial arts master.

Xiao Yaoqing made his deductions based on his own strength and understanding of Zhang Wuji.

The one who should have been blasted away and bleeding from the mouth and nose was me.

How did it turn out to be Zhang Wuji?

"etc."

A thought suddenly flashed through Xiao Yaoqing's mind.

"The Great Shift of Heaven and Earth!"

That's right.

If the story proceeds as normal, Zhang Wuji should have already mastered the Great Shift of Heaven and Earth to at least the seventh or even eighth level.

But the problem is, wasn't that Qiankun Great Shift technique taken away by Lianxing?

Zhang Wuji hadn't even seen the incantation for the inner cultivation technique, so how could he possibly have mastered the Qiankun Great Shift?

But another question popped into Xiao Yaoqing's mind: "If Zhang Wuji didn't get the Qiankun Great Shift, how did he lead Xiao Zhao out of that stone door?"

Little did he know that when he and Lianxing left, the combined power of their two internal energy transfer techniques cracked the stone door, leaving a gap. Zhang Wuji used his Nine Yang Divine Skill to bombard the door for a full half hour before finally managing to split it open, nearly collapsing from exhaustion.

"Without the Great Shift of the Universe technique, is this guy really that useless?"

Xiao Yaoqing's expression was very strange.

He didn't even consider the possibility of it happening to him.

Having read so many martial arts novels and watched so many TV dramas, the masters in them were all incredibly powerful, some even capable of moving mountains and filling seas. Without a comparison, he had no idea what level he had actually reached with the martial arts he had copied and the internal energy rewarded by the system.

Xiao Yaoqing has no interest in dealing with the top masters in the original work, such as Zhang Sanfeng and the Three Monks of the Three Crossings.

After all, Zhang Wuji was a top-tier master who was on par with them in the book.

But this Zhang Wuji in front of him is too disappointing, isn't he?

Xiao Yaoqing considered Zhang Wuji to be so "weak".

The reason can all be attributed to not having obtained the Great Shift of Heaven and Earth.

He sighed and slowly shook his head.

At this moment, the six major sects and the Ming Cult suddenly erupted into chaos.

Even Abbot Kongwen of Shaolin Temple stared wide-eyed: "Zhang Wuji actually lost to that benefactor?"

You can see it at a glance.

Zhang Wuji knelt on one knee, blood gushing from his mouth and nose, while Xiao Yaoqing stood steadily opposite him, his sword still sheathed.

The members of the six major sects turned pale with fright, and cries of alarm rose and fell.

"Zhang Wuji actually lost?!"