Dog Brother transmigrates into Lin Pingzhi: The Tai Xuan Scripture suppresses all nations

Linghu Chong was reminiscing about the happy life he had spent with his junior sister since childhood.

I went to Mount Hua when I was ten years old. At that time, my junior sister was only three years old. My master and mistress were often not on the mountain, so I raised my junior sister myself.

Fifteen years have passed in the blink of an eye, and she has grown into a young woman. This time, she traveled all the way to Fuzhou with her second junior brother.

He had initially thought she wouldn't want to go, since they would be separated for so long, but when her master mentioned it, she went with great enthusiasm, which left him feeling disappointed for a long time.

I went south to attend the handwashing conference so that I could see my junior sister as soon as possible. I never expected that I would die before I could even see her.

In the blink of an eye, the blade was upon him. Linghu Chong suddenly felt a tightness in his left arm, a powerful yet gentle force suddenly coming his way, leaving him no room for resistance.

He had already closed his eyes and awaited death, and the previous blow had left him severely injured, his strength dissipated. He had barely managed to unleash the "Boundless Falling Leaves" move, and was already at his last gasp.

At this moment, however, he was controlled by a powerful internal force, his meridians surging and operating at high speed, like a great river, surging and turbulent.

The previously waning momentum of the falling leaves suddenly surged at this moment!

Linghu Chong suddenly opened his eyes, only to see his right hand tremble, and his long sword was thrust out uncontrollably, as countless leaves fell and the sword struck the blade of the Japanese sword.

"bite--"

With a clear, crisp sound, the longsword precisely caught the blade's position and landed firmly on it, yet he hadn't even seen the Japanese sword's trajectory.

The Japanese samurai felt his sword suddenly stop, and a powerful force surged from the tip of the sword, as unstoppable as a great river flowing back or the Qiantang River surging, crashing straight into his meridians along the blade.

His pupils contracted sharply, and he was terrified as Linghu Chong's sword was already pointing at him again.

One sword, two swords, three swords... The boundless falling leaves rustle down, the endless Yangtze River rolls on.

The Japanese samurai gripped his sword with both hands and tried his best to defend, but found that even with all his strength, he could not prevent the Japanese sword from getting further and further away from Linghu Chong.

The longsword, however, clung to the blade like a malignant tumor, causing the Japanese sword to tremble with each strike, and cracks spread silently like a spider web.

Linghu Chong was so shocked that his whole body went numb. He had never imagined that the Boundless Falling Leaves technique of the Huashan Swordplay could be used in this way, so fast—this was not Boundless Falling Leaves, this was a knife strike!

Tian Boguang was completely stunned. His heavily injured body leaned against the wall, his eyes wide open, muttering, "This...this is the Huashan Sword Technique?"

The last piece of wood fell.

Linghu Chong's longsword rested steadily on the throat of the Japanese warrior, just a hair's breadth away from piercing it.

"Snap—!"

A crisp cracking sound rang out as the Japanese samurai's hundred-refined Japanese sword, capable of cutting through iron like mud, broke apart inch by inch from tip to hilt, the broken blade falling to the ground with a rustling sound.

The Japanese man froze, his eyes glazed over, his hands still gripping the knife, leaving only the hilts empty, looking quite comical.

Cold sweat instantly soaked through his robes, not from the blade at his throat. A gambler of the One-Sword Style, he was always prepared to die a violent death, never fearing it.

The broken blades scattered on the ground shattered his samurai spirit. He could lose, but how could he lose so thoroughly, so humiliatingly?

More than ten swords were aimed at the blade, but his fast sword did not even touch the hem of his opponent's clothes. His proud fast sword was like child's play in front of his opponent.

The sword was thin, the blade thick, yet it was his own weapon that shattered, and his strength was completely crushed. Everything he was so proud of had vanished without a trace.

How could the Huashan sword technique be so powerful? And the person before me is the same Linghu Chong from before?

The change came too quickly, leaving him somewhat bewildered.

He slowly turned his head and looked behind Linghu Chong.

Suddenly, outside the hole, stood a tall, handsome young man with a radiant presence.

This young man was none other than Shi Potian.

Just now, it was he who reached out a hand from the small dark room and grabbed Linghu Chong's arm to attack.

What appears to be Linghu Chong's Huashan sword technique "Boundless Falling Leaves" is actually his use of the profound internal energy of the Arhat Subduing Demon Divine Skill, combined with the mental technique of "Silver Saddle Illuminating White Horse Divine Skill".

The sword strikes like rain, its weight like a mountain; swift as thunder, it gathers its fury; still, it rests like the calm light of a still river or sea.

The move he used, "Boundless Falling Leaves," would have made even the founder of the Huashan School, who created it, admit defeat. How could this Japanese man possibly withstand it?

Upon seeing Shi Potian, Tian Boguang's pupils constricted, and he cried out in a trembling voice:

"Dog... Young Master Lin, what are you doing here!"

This shout was like a thunderclap from a clear sky.

Linghu Chong was shocked. It was him! If you were to ask who was the most prominent figure in the martial arts world recently, who else could it be but the young head of the Fuwei Escort Agency?

He defeated Qingcheng and captured the lecherous thief, enjoying unparalleled fame. Unexpectedly, it was he who saved him at the critical moment.

He quickly turned around, clasped his hands in thanks, and said, "So it's Young Master Lin. No wonder you have such superb skills. Thank you so much for saving my life, otherwise Linghu Chong's life would probably be over here today."

He took the opportunity to observe Shi Potian and was captivated by his charismatic demeanor and profound inner brilliance. He was truly impressed by Shi Potian's talent and character.

He had assumed the other party was young, but he hadn't expected him to be so young. Recalling the powerful internal force that had surged through his arm just now, Linghu Chong couldn't help but feel ashamed.

Shi Potian quickly waved his hand and said, "No need to thank me, no need to thank me. You are Miss Yue's senior brother, I should have made a move long ago."

He and Qu Feiyan were hiding in a small dark room when they heard the Japanese say they wanted to have a sword fight. They knew that Linghu Chong was no match for them and were about to go and help him.

Hesitating between breaking through the roof or passing through the wall, Linghu Chong was unexpectedly cleaved into the bridal chamber outside by a single blow.

In this situation, saving him was just a simple matter of lending a helping hand.

The Japanese samurai trembled violently upon hearing the words "Young Master Lin." He then stared intently at Shi Potian, his eyes burning with fervor.

He came from Japan, endured countless hardships and was hunted down. He was forced to jump into the sea but miraculously survived and came here, all to follow the traces of that person, witness the legend, and create a legend.

I never expected to meet you in a brothel in this way.

The next moment, a scene that left everyone speechless unfolded.

That arrogant and domineering Japanese ronin who just moments ago beheaded Yu Renyan with a single stroke, sent Linghu Chong flying, and looked down on the Central Plains martial arts world,

He suddenly knelt down with a thud, his hands on the ground, his forehead pounding heavily against the earth, his attitude extremely respectful, and he said in a trembling voice:

"Hiruzen Sarutobi, a ninja of the Iga school of Fusō, pays his respects to his lord!"