Gu Long: Dominating the Martial Arts World Starting from Transmigrating as A Fei

The sword light reached A-Fei in an instant.

It was simply because the two of them were too close.

But to everyone's surprise, Ah Fei didn't even try to dodge.

Anyone would have to dodge under such a sharp sword light.

But Ah Fei stood motionless, like a piece of granite.

In everyone's eyes, Ah Fei seemed to have suddenly changed.

Every inch of his skin and every muscle seemed to radiate light.

It was as if his body was becoming transparent, allowing even the morning light to pass through.

Everyone thought they had misread it.

Although Ah Fei's body had changed, upon closer inspection, it seemed as if he was hallucinating.

It seems to be a psychological effect.

But soon, everyone knew that it was not an illusion.

The two short swords struck A-Fei's eyeballs directly, making a "clang, clang" sound.

But how could a sword make a "clanging" sound when it pierces the eyeball?

But when the unharmed Fei caught the falling dagger, everyone had to accept the truth.

Ah Fei looked at them and smiled.

Nangong Ling felt her scalp tingle.

They even forgot to make another move.

His eyes were wide open, bigger than copper bells, and his face turned pale.

He had already used all his strength when he threw the two swords.

The energy emanating from the sword is powerful enough to penetrate metal and stone.

But it couldn't pierce the boy's eyeballs.

As Afei fiddled with the short sword in his hand, a scene suddenly appeared in his mind.

He found it very interesting.

So he put the short sword in his mouth.

With a "crack," the short sword was bitten into two pieces.

Unfortunately, his own skill in the "Mingyu Gong" was still not as profound as Lianxing's.

Unable to chew a weapon made of fine steel into fine iron filings, one can only bite it in half.

Ah Fei secretly regretted it, but still imitated Lian Xing, spitting out a curse and saying:

"This sword is really hard to swallow."

As he spoke, he glanced at Nangong Ling.

Nangong Ling, Long Xiaoyun, Xinmei, and the others stared wide-eyed.

Who would train their teeth to the point where they can break steel?

Leaving aside how difficult it is to train teeth, even if you did train them, what use would they be?

When facing an enemy, should you rush up and bite them?

That would be contrary to the demeanor of a chivalrous hero.

Even practicing tongue skills can be understood, since there are plenty of people who don't want to put in the effort.

Therefore, no one would specifically train their teeth, so there is only one possibility.

This person's skill has reached a state of perfection; even his teeth have become very strong.

Then his skills in other areas must be even better.

The group looked at A-Fei, their hearts filled with trepidation.

Meanwhile, Afei had already leisurely drawn his sword from his waist.

The sword is still the same sword.

It has no sharp edge, no handle, and is just a piece of iron.

Ah Fei didn't replace the sword, simply because he was used to it.

There was no scabbard either, simply because a sword without a scabbard is faster to draw.

Pointing his sword at the Spirit Palace, A-Fei smiled slightly and said:

"It is impolite not to reciprocate. You invited me to taste your sword, so I should also invite you to taste mine."

Before he finished speaking, he was already in front of Nangong Ling.

The sword tip had already pierced Nangong Ling's chest by more than an inch.

But it was no longer possible to pierce any deeper.

It was only because two fingers were firmly gripping the tip of the sword.

This hand is quite thick, but the long fingers make it look slender and beautiful.

Ah Fei thought to himself with a sneer, "This guy has finally come out."

Chu Liuxiang.

There is no one else in the martial arts world who can be so elegant and dashing.

No one else possesses such superior agility.

It was as if the scene before my eyes had been edited, and a person suddenly appeared in front of me.

It was as if he had always been there.

This person had jet-black hair, thick and long eyebrows, and a pair of clear and elegant eyes.

He has a straight nose, thin lips, and a slightly upturned mouth that seems like it will never droop.

It was none other than Chu Liuxiang, the master thief.

This is the marshal among bandits, the prince among hooligans.

His eyes sparkled with a mischievous and humorous light, yet were also full of wit.

Chu Liuxiang stared at A Fei without blinking.

He couldn't help but admire in his heart that there was such a handsome young man in the world.

If Chu Liuxiang were a woman, he would marry A Fei no matter what.

The graceful sword strike he had just delivered was almost too much for him to catch with his finger strength.

Meanwhile, A-Fei was glaring at Chu Liuxiang.

Just as the two were staring at each other, Xinmei uttered a Buddhist chant.

"Amitabha!"

Even before he had uttered just one of those four words, a gust of wind carrying a string of dark shadows struck towards A-Fei.

Chu Liuxiang frowned instantly when he saw that someone had launched a sneak attack.

But it happened so suddenly that he only had time to utter a single "no" before the shadowy figure had already passed him.

In the blink of an eye, a small throwing knife struck the dark figure.

With a "clang".

The shadowy figure and the throwing knife both fell to the ground.

Only then did I realize that the dark shape was actually a string of Buddhist prayer beads.

It's the string of beads that Xinmei is wearing.

At this moment, Ah Fei was competing with Chu Liuxiang, and Xinmei seized this opportunity.

Because he practiced the "Vajra Palm Technique," he possessed extraordinary strength in his hands.

Therefore, the Buddhist prayer beads and bracelets produced from them can easily break gold and jade.

If such force were used to catch Ah Fei off guard, it would definitely injure him.

It's unbelievable that a righteous disciple of Shaolin would resort to sneak attacks and injure people.

Xinmei felt that she had loudly chanted the Buddhist mantra before making her move, so how could it be considered a sneak attack?

Li Xunhuan turned out from the side door and rushed to A Fei's side.

He stared at Xinmei expressionlessly, clearly already seething with anger.

Xinmei simply smiled, her gaze fixed on Li Xunhuan's face, and said in a deep voice:

"This benefactor has a very fast knife."

Li Xunhuan glanced at A Fei to confirm that he was not injured.

Then he said to Xinmei in a low voice:

"If my knife isn't sharp, I'm afraid the master will presume to recite the Rebirth Mantra for my brother."

Xinmei clasped her hands together, avoiding eye contact with Li Xunhuan, and instead looked at A-Fei, saying:

"The old monk did not want this patron to commit more killings, which is why he intervened."

"Know that although the donor's knife is fast, it is still not as fast as the Buddha's Dharma eye."

Upon hearing this, Chu Liuxiang loosened his grip on A Fei's iron sword.

He always found the things this family said unpleasant to hear.

Ah Fei pulled his sword back and chuckled:

"Do you think your prayer beads can outrun the Buddha's discerning eye?"

"If I were to die beneath these prayer beads, wouldn't the Buddha also incur another sin?"

Ah Fei's words were still very impolite, showing no respect for Xin Mei.

Upon hearing this, Long Xiaoyun quickly chuckled and said:

"Master Xinmei, please don't take offense and don't stoop to the level of a child."

He then turned to Ah Fei, offering a wry smile and words of advice:

"Brother Afei, Master Xinmei is a Dharma Protector of Shaolin. Come and apologize, lest you be impolite."

Ah Fei didn't even glance at him, but instead curiously looked Chu Liuxiang up and down.

Chu Liuxiang felt a little uncomfortable under his gaze and unconsciously touched his nose.