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

Before the words had even finished, a light, airy laugh suddenly echoed from all around the forest, followed by a crisp, clear voice: "Old nun, your idea is probably going to be in vain—"

"laugh--"

Abbess Miejue suddenly raised her hand and waved it, causing everyone to stop in their tracks. She gripped the hilt of the Heaven-Slaying Sword with her right hand, her eyes as cold as knives as she swept across the surrounding shadows of the trees.

Meanwhile, Xiao Yaoqing followed Zhao Min, running swiftly through the mountains and forests. Zhao Min, using her light-footed skills, didn't turn her head and ordered the Xuanming Elders, "You two, immediately go down the mountain to gather troops and capture all six major sects that came down from Bright Peak. Don't let a single one escape!"

"yes!"

The two elders of Xuanming clasped their fists in response, and with a sudden increase in their speed, they disappeared into the depths of the forest in the blink of an eye.

Xiao Yaoqing was not surprised at all by this scene. That's how it was written in the original story. Zhao Min planned to capture everyone, slowly interrogate them about the martial arts manuals of each sect, and then find a way to win them over to serve the court.

However, Xiao Yaoqing knew in his heart that the Yuan Dynasty's idea of ​​subduing these people was simply a pipe dream. But what did it matter to him whether it succeeded or not? He was just waiting for Zhao Min to lock the people up in Wan'an Temple so that he could sneak up from the first floor to the sixth floor.

He understood that this couldn't be rushed. But which of the Huashan, Kunlun, Wudang, and Emei sects wasn't a master swordsman? Which one didn't have its own unique sword techniques?

"I refuse to believe that even if I practice every day, I still can't figure out a decent sword technique."

His previous obsession with all the martial arts of the six major sects had long since dissipated. Now, only two things were on his mind—sword techniques and the Nine Yang Divine Skill. Once the system bestowed upon him the complete set of the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms, the Nine Yang Divine Skill wouldn't be so appealing anymore.

Her eyes were full of wariness, and she kept looking up and scanning her surroundings.

She wasn't the only one like this; the other Emei disciples around her were also on edge.

The sound that suddenly emerged from the mountains and forests was truly eerie.

Moreover, the sound seemed to come from all directions at the same time, and it was impossible to stop it.

How much inner strength must one possess to achieve this?

After that burst of laughter, the entire mountain forest instantly fell silent.

It was eerily quiet—even the rustling of the wind, the chirping of birds and insects had vanished completely.

It's as if the whole world has been put on pause.

Abbess Miejue's face darkened, and she lowered her voice, saying, "Who is it? Don't play tricks here!"

No sooner had she finished speaking than a childish voice rang in her ear: "I've been standing right in front of you the whole time, are you blind?"

Abbess Miejue and the women of Emei felt a sudden jolt in their hearts.

Looking up, I saw a slender girl standing directly in front of me.

They were certain that just moments before, the place had been completely empty.

"Clang—"

A series of sword-drawing sounds rang out.

Including Abbess Miejue, all the members of the Emei Sect drew their swords and stood ready for battle.

The Heaven-Slaying Sword in Abbess Miejue's hand gleamed with a cold, moon-like light even in broad daylight.

She stared intently at the girl, her tone as cold as a knife: "Who are you? What gives you the right to block the path of my Emei sect?"

Now they could finally see the girl's face clearly.

That delicate little face looked about the same age as Zhou Zhiruo.

But her stunning beauty left the women of Emei speechless.

But there was one thing about the girl that was chilling—her left hand and left foot were horribly deformed.

Even though she was crippled, Abbess Miejue did not dare to let her guard down.

That move just now was definitely not something an ordinary person could pull off.

This girl was none other than Lianxing.

She looks about sixteen or seventeen, but her real age? Who knows?

Pressed by Abbess Miejue, Lianxing smiled gently and slowly replied, "Shouldn't I be asking you that?"

"Oh, by the way—your name is Abbess Miejue?"

"Extinction? Ha...hehe..."

For some reason, Lianxing burst out laughing when she murmured the Buddhist name of Abbess Miejue.

The laughter was as clear and crisp as the ringing of bells.

Abbess Miejue's brows furrowed, and a glint of anger flashed in her eyes: "Is my Buddhist name so laughable to you?"

Lianxing's smile vanished as she stared at Abbess Miejue, a slight smirk playing on her lips.

"With such limited abilities, you dare call yourself 'Extinction'? Who can you possibly exterminate?"

The room fell silent after those words were spoken.

Who deserves the title of "extinction"?

Those two words? In her heart, there was only her sister, Yaoyue.

The group of close associates who were involved in the massacre immediately erupted in uproar.

"presumptuous!"

"Where did this wild girl come from, daring to speak to the sect leader like that? Didn't your master teach you any manners?"

Lianxing's eyes instantly turned cold.

She didn't reply, but just gave a soft hum.

"snort."

Just that one sound.

The men behind Miejue's face changed drastically. They felt as if they had been hit in the chest with a sledgehammer, and they could hardly breathe.

Several people staggered back two steps, their faces filled with terror.

The other party just snorted, and I felt like I'd been slapped?

How terrifying is that power?

Abbess Miejue also sensed something was wrong and quickly redirected the fire towards herself.

She didn't want to die in vain.

He raised the Heaven-Slaying Sword in his hand, pointing it directly at Lianxing, his voice low and deep:

"Enough talk, let's see what we've got!"

"But you need to explain first why you're blocking my path to Emei."

Lianxing simply stopped pretending.

A hint of anger flashed in her eyes as she coldly stared at Extinction.

"Because you were blind and messed with the wrong person."

Extinction was taken aback.

Did you mess with the wrong person?

Who did she offend?

Suddenly his pupils contracted, and he blurted out:

"Are you from the Yuan Dynasty?"

Thinking of this, Miejue no longer hesitated and charged forward with her sword.

With a flash of sword light, the Heaven-Slaying Sword thrust straight out.

Lianxing looked at the way the other party was rushing towards her, but there was no panic on her face.

Her gaze, however, fell upon the sword in Extinction's hand, and her eyes lit up:

"This sword looks quite pleasing to the eye."

133 I won't kill you, but the sword must remain.

"This sword looks quite pleasing to the eye."

That's right.

Lianxing didn't take Miejue's profound sword technique seriously at all.

Her attention was entirely focused on the sword.

"I wonder, between this thing and the Azure Blood Painting of the Flower Palace, which is stronger?"

Crimson blood illuminates the portrait.

That was the most treasured weapon in the Yihua Palace.

A weapon passed down from ancient times, the blade is only one foot and seven inches long and is entirely dark green.

At first glance, it seems unremarkable, but after a second look, a chilling aura hits you, making it hard to open your eyes.

That's the real weapon.

The Heaven-Slaying Sword in Abbess Miejue's hands was actually compared by Lianxing to the treasure of the Yihua Palace.

It seems this sword is indeed no ordinary item.

Abbess Miejue's killing move was already upon them.

Lianxing remained calm and composed, her right hand flicking gently. The movement appeared slow, but it was actually surprisingly fast.

A gentle yet eerie burst of energy enveloped the incoming sword, forcefully redirecting it in another direction.

The force of the impact caused Abbess Miejue to stumble and nearly fall.

Her expression suddenly changed.

Before I could even steady myself, a sharp pain suddenly shot through my hand.

She winced in pain, gripping the sword hilt tightly to keep it from slipping from her hand.

"Ta-da!"

I stumbled back several steps before finally regaining my footing.

She looked up, staring at Lianxing opposite her, her eyes filled with horror, and blurted out:

"This palm technique is so unorthodox, what's your relationship with that guy surnamed Xiao?"

Someone surnamed Xiao?

The Emei disciples behind him were all stunned.

Zhou Zhiruo, in particular, had a mixture of shock, confusion, and speculation in her eyes, all of which were fixed on the stunningly beautiful woman opposite her.

That's right, what Lianxing just used was the technique of "transferring flowers and jade".

They had only ever seen Xiao Yaoqing use this palm technique before.

The woman in front of me now knows the same tricks.

What exactly is the relationship between the two of them?

But as soon as Abbess Miejue uttered her question, Lianxing's face turned cold, and she simply snorted:

"His mouth is foul; he deserves a beating!"

Before he finished speaking, a layer of shimmering white light appeared on his hand.

"Waaah—"

With a thud, it was thrown directly at Abbess Miejue.

Clearly, that phrase "the one surnamed Xiao" refers to...

This angered Lianxing.

Abbess Miejue felt a powerful force coming at her and quickly raised her Heaven-Slaying Sword to block it.

"Ping!"

The sword suddenly trembled.

His hand cleaved open instantly, and blood flowed down his face.

"bass"

With a whoosh, the Heaven-Slaying Sword flew out of his hand.

But before it could even land, it was as if it was sucked in by something and fell directly into Lianxing's hands.

"Hand over the sword!"

The disciples behind Abbess Miejue roared in unison, leaped into the air, and pounced on Lianxing.

"return!!"

Abbess Miejue shouted anxiously.

She realized from their first encounter that she was no match for Lianxing.

Not to mention these apprentices.

It seems Poor Star has no intention of doing anything about these things.

Just as they were about to reach her, Lianxing suddenly vanished into thin air.

Immediately afterwards, the person appeared behind them.

Lianxing's snow-white palm landed directly on Abbess Miejue's chest.

"puff--"

A mouthful of blood spurted from Abbess Miejue's mouth, splattering all over the ground.

"Master!"

Those close associates were terrified and ran back crying and shouting.

Lianxing, however, was in no hurry. She reached out and grabbed the scabbard of the Heaven-Slaying Sword.

When the group ran back, she had already returned to where she was standing.

They disregarded everything else and surrounded Abbess Miejue. Abbess Miejue's face was frighteningly pale, and her lips and chin were covered in blood; she looked utterly miserable.

Abbess Miejue's eyes were filled with both pain and shock.

She never imagined that she couldn't even withstand a single move from this lame little girl.

I'm afraid I'm going to die here now.

But she couldn't utter a single word.

Lianxing looked down at the Yitian Sword in her hand, examined it with interest, then sheathed it and held it in her right hand.

She looked at the nun who was slumped in her arms, and her face once again showed that pure and lovely smile. She said sweetly:

"Don't worry, you won't die. Today is just to teach you a lesson."

"As for whether you live or die, that depends on his decision."

What does he mean?

he?

Who else could they be talking about but Xiao Yaoqing?

"Cough cough..."

Abbess Miejue coughed twice, and blood gushed from her mouth again.

She gritted her teeth and asked Lianxing:

"What...what's your relationship with him?"

Seeing that Abbess Miejue was so eager to know, Lianxing was quite generous and answered directly:

"I am his maid."

Maid?