Gao Wu: Ten years of sparring experience, one move and the world knows him.

Chapter 94 Don't drag me along! (5k)

Although the Emei Sect is located on Golden Peak, Golden Peak is not within the Emei Sect's territory.

It has long been a tourist attraction for people from all over the world.

Zhao Rui followed the iron chain cable and climbed the small path to the foot of the Golden Summit. He then used his lightness skill to leap across the mountain stream and sneak to the side of the scenic area's mountain road.

Then we climbed the steps and joined the scattered tourists to reach the Golden Summit.

At this moment, the sun rises, its golden light shining upon the world. Tourists bathe in the brilliant glow and watch the clouds surge and roll, creating a unique experience.

"I've heard that there's a long-established martial arts sect here called Emei, but I haven't seen it along the way!"

Just then, a young man asked an old man beside him curiously.

The young man stood tall and proud, hands behind his back, gazing up at the turbulent sea of ​​clouds ahead.

"Your Excellency is unaware of the fact that the Emei Sect is not located here. Look over there..."

The old man pointed to the misty valley below the mountain and said, "There is a Sword Washing Pavilion there. If you are lucky, you can hear the Emei disciples practicing their swords."

"He did not show up today."

"Oh, it's all so mysterious. I wonder if it's just all hype!"

The young man spoke arrogantly, seemingly showing little respect for Emei.

"Emei is divided into two factions, inner and outer, and they practice both Buddhist teachings and swordsmanship. There are many masters within, and they are not to be underestimated!"

"Really? Then I'll have to go take a look."

The young man gave a wicked smile, turned slightly and glanced at the tourists who had stopped nearby to admire the scenery, his eyes flickering.

Those around were instantly stunned, as if their souls had been pulled from their bodies.

"There's an interesting kid!"

The young man moved swiftly and was already in front of Zhao Rui, grabbing his neck with one hand.

Zhao Rui didn't expect that he would be discovered by the other party just because he had only sensed a slight fluctuation in the sound transmission.

With just a glance from the other party, it felt as if a giant hand was imprisoning his soul, leaving his mind in chaos and his body feeling as if it were sinking into a quagmire.

If it weren't for the Enchanting Immortal Technique automatically protecting his soul, he would probably have become a walking corpse long ago.

Seeing the opponent attack, Zhao Rui was horrified and activated the vast internal energy in his dantian to unleash the Six-Charming Immortal Technique.

He unleashed the most powerful charm techniques within his mind, attempting to break through this illusory force with his charm.

However, this person's evil skills were bizarre and his power was terrifying. Even the Six-Character Enchantress Technique, which was used with all its might, could only hold him off for a short while.

If the Six-Charming Immortal Technique weren't specifically designed for cultivating the soul, even a level ten martial artist would likely be subdued by the opponent's evil arts in an instant.

Fortunately, this momentary resistance was enough for him to catch his breath. The acupoints opened in the Lung Meridian of Hand-Taiyin suddenly opened, frantically absorbing the pure true energy scattered throughout the world.

Then this true energy flows along the meridians, into the dantian, and then circulates throughout the body according to the cultivation method of the Six Immortals' Charm Technique.

In an instant, the power of the Enchanting Immortal Technique increased exponentially.

They barely managed to withstand the opponent's attack on their soul.

"A copyable martial art has been detected: Heavenly Demon Illusionary Sound! Copy?"

At this moment, Zhao Rui paid no attention to the system's prompts. Taking advantage of the brief resistance, he used his Dragon Step technique to its fullest extent and ran back the way he came at top speed.

"Want to run!"

A cold glint flashed in the young man's eyes. He never expected that his sure-fire grab would be dodged by the other party.

Immediately displeased, he took a step forward and appeared behind Zhao Rui in a flash.

"Damn it! What the hell did I do to you?!"

Zhao Rui had already cursed the young man's ancestors for eight generations in his mind.

"Lie down!"

The young man extended a slender, pale hand and slowly patted Zhao Rui's back.

Zhao Rui was not about to sit and wait for his death. He twisted his body, bent his fingers into a sword, and unleashed all his strength. With a flick of his finger, he struck out a burst of qi.

With the two so close, even the young man, with his unparalleled martial arts skills, couldn't help but show surprise at this single finger strike.

But the surprise lasted only a moment before the young man waved his hand and sent Zhao Rui's burst of energy flying.

At the same time, the speed of his hand did not decrease, and he continued to press it onto Zhao Rui's body.

"Depend on!"

Zhao Rui was truly shocked.

You can even be sent flying by your own internal energy, why don't you just fly to the heavens!
"I will fight with you!"

Zhao Rui shouted inwardly, and poured all the remaining advancement points in his body into the acupoints belonging to the Hand Taiyang Small Intestine Meridian.

At the same time, it frantically absorbs external vital energy.

Fully activate the Prajna Palm.

He struck back with all his might against the palm strike coming from the opponent.

The two palms collided instantly, and a tremendous force came from the point where their palms met.

Zhao Rui felt a sharp pain in his arm, and then his body fell into the ravine like a broken kite.

The young man looked at Zhao Rui falling downwards with surprise. After a moment of hesitation, he actually jumped down into the ravine.

They quickly approached Zhao Rui.

In a short while, he was within a meter or two of Zhao Rui.

His right hand, shaped like a dragon's claw, stretched out and pulled at Zhao Rui, instantly drawing Zhao Rui's body into his palm.

At the same time, he slapped his left palm downwards several times to stop his fall, then lightly touched the ground with his feet and leaped up the cliff face.

They returned to the mountaintop shortly afterward.

The old man watched the young man's actions with a leisurely air, and said with a smile, "Has the envoy taken a liking to this lad?"

The young man casually pressed Zhao Rui's pressure points and chuckled, "To be able to break through two of my killing moves is quite interesting."

"Let's go, let's go see Mount Emei!"

After the young man finished speaking, he grabbed Zhao Rui and soared into the air towards the mountain peak opposite the cliff.

Seeing this, the old man shook his head and smiled slightly, then raised his hand and waved to the many stunned tourists before following after them.

After a while, the tourists slowly came to their senses, completely unaware, and continued to admire the beautiful scenery at the top of the mountain.

Emei's Ningbi Cliff, among its nine peaks, is the location of the Sword Sect.

A young man dressed in blue gracefully descended into the scene.

The old man arrived shortly after.

The young man shoved Zhao Rui to the old man, then strode towards the cliff.

"There are many sword marks here, and the moves are fierce, which is not like what Buddhist disciples would practice!"

As the young man walked, he admired the sword marks left by the swords on the surrounding rocks from different dynasties.

These were probably carved by disciples in casual exchanges, and some have become blurred and indistinct due to the erosion of wind and rain.

"The swordsmanship of the Emei Sword School takes the sword as its essence, taking it as its mission to slay demons and uphold justice. It has always been a sword of punishment."

"Slaying demons and eliminating evil? Where are the demons and evil spirits? Are you perhaps referring to you or me?"

The young man sneered.

"In the foolish eyes of the world, the world is filled with spiritual energy, which is the time for our holy religion to shine here. I believe that with the guidance of the envoy, this day will surely come sooner than expected."

The old man said with a smile.

"You're quite the talker."

The young man replied indifferently, without much joy.

The three continued on their way. Although Emei disciples appeared along the way, the two of them moved as fast as lightning and had already quietly left before the other party could appear.

"This is where the Emei Sword Sect is located."

Looking at the continuous stretch of ancient houses and majestic halls before him, the old man stood on the rocks and spoke softly.

Just then, a series of shouts and shouts of sword practice came from inside the courtyard. The voices were clear and pleasant, and it was clear that most of them were women.

"Go in and take a look!"

After the young man finished speaking, he used his movement technique to fly towards the courtyard of the Emei Sword Sect.

"Your Excellency, please wait!"

The old man quickly spoke up to stop him, saying, "The Emei Sword Sect has many experts; Your Excellency should not take such a risk lightly."

"Since you speak so powerfully, I'm determined to see if the Emei Sword Sect can truly subdue demons and monsters."

After the young man finished speaking, he leaped up and flew directly into the courtyard.

A glint of light flashed in the old man's eyes, and with a sway of his body, he grabbed Zhao Rui and followed.

At this moment, a group of people dressed in Emei monk robes were practicing sword moves in the open training ground, holding long swords.

The swords gleamed with a chilling light in the morning sun, clearly sharpened swords.

The young man stood on the courtyard wall, looking into the courtyard without any hesitation.

"I thought I was so amazing!"

The young man laughed heartily, then leaped into the arena, strolling among the Emei disciples as if taking a leisurely walk.

The disciples acted as if they hadn't seen him, continuing to practice their swordsmanship as usual, completely unaware of his presence.

A hint of envy appeared in the old man's eyes.

This wondrous Heavenly Demon Technique is indeed powerful.

"If even this disciple is like this, then Master is hardly any better!"

With a smile on his face, the young man leaped into the distance and flew away.

In any sect, the deeper one goes, the more one belongs to the inner sect.

The old man didn't have his skill, so he could only carry Zhao Rui and carefully fly after him around the courtyard wall.

Zhao Rui was immobilized by pressure points and could not move. He could only let the other party carry him forward like a rag doll.

But he wasn't one to sit idly by and wait for his doom.

He had long ago secretly used the opened acupoints to absorb external innate true energy to challenge this sealing power.

Unfortunately, the young man's technique was extremely strange, and it actually operated on its own within his body, blocking the flow of energy through his meridians.

This sealing technique is not as simple as just blocking acupoints; it continuously seals off your meridians.

Ultimately, it will render you unable to mobilize even a trace of internal energy.

Unfortunately, he didn't know that Zhao Rui's favorite technique was one that ran automatically.

This is practically a gift of martial arts from heaven.

"Banning method detected: Mirage Finger, copy?"

Copy! Zhao Rui accelerated the circulation of his true energy, continuously impacting the sealed acupoints to activate the passive casting of this sealing technique.

"Mirage refers to one percent of the replication progress, mirage refers to two percent of the replication progress..."

As the old man carefully led Zhao Rui around the heart of the Emei Sword Sect, the copying process in Zhao Rui's mind slowly progressed.

"Your Excellency, ahead lies Wuxiang Nunnery, the residence of the current swordsman of the Emei Sword Sect."

The old man approached the young man and suddenly transmitted his voice.

"The swordsman? Interesting. Could it be the Autumn Water Sky Sword you mentioned?"

The young man chuckled.

"It is this divine sword. Although its material is unknown, it is said in the martial arts world that it was forged by fusing ancient essences and possesses extraordinary power."

The old man replied respectfully.

"What if I were to seize this Autumn Water Sword?"

The young man glanced disdainfully at the old, dilapidated house not far away, which resembled an ordinary nunnery.

"Your Majesty, this is unacceptable. If we seize the Autumn Water Sword, the court will likely cooperate with a nationwide search, which could jeopardize our grand plan to arrive."

"Is it?"

"It's time to stir up this calm pond. Don't you think so?"

After the young man finished speaking, his figure suddenly moved like a phantom, and he swung his palm towards the old man.

The old man's pupils widened slightly, never expecting that this envoy would actually attack him.

Fortunately, he was exceptionally skilled. Although he was shocked, he reacted quickly, released Zhao Rui, and pushed his palms out to clash head-on with his opponent.

The old man felt a powerful palm strike emanating from his palm, and the surging force swept over him like a monstrous wave, enveloping his entire body.

It instantly shattered his palm strike and sent him flying.

"The light of a firefly dares to covet my divine might!"

The young man sneered, his tall figure appearing even more imposing.

Just then, the wooden doors of the temple behind suddenly opened to both sides, and a sword light arrived as fast as a shooting star.

It shot straight into the youth's back.

The young man's eyes sharpened, and he turned around, pointing out with two fingers. Instantly, an invisible sword aura shot out from between his fingers.

In the blink of an eye, they collided with the oncoming sword light.

When the two met, they produced a metallic clanging sound.

The sword light was blocked, then suddenly rose into the air and shot towards the youth again.

The young man stood with his hands behind his back, his index finger flicking repeatedly, sending out bursts of sword energy that bounced off the blade.

The sword, wounded, let out a mournful cry, tumbled in the air, and flew back into the temple.

"What a sword!"

The young man gave a loud shout of praise.

"I am humbled to receive such praise from the envoy. It is a pity that my skill is too low and I have only mastered a fraction of the divine power of this sword."

At this moment, a middle-aged nun dressed in a gray robe walked out of the nunnery. The nun's face was slightly pale, her cheeks were thin, and her eyes were exceptionally bright.

"So you are the sword-bearer of Emei?"

The young man asked calmly.

"I dare not accept the title of Sword Bearer. My Buddhist name is Liaojing. I greet you, benefactor. Namo Amitabha!"

The nun bowed slightly, chanted Buddhist mantras, and clasped her hands in prayer.

"She does have the air of a high-ranking monk, but I hate monks the most, and nuns too."

A wicked smile appeared on the young man's lips. He moved swiftly and suddenly attacked Master Jing.

"Here comes the sword!"

Liao Jing opened her eyes wide, a sharp glint in them, and the long sword suddenly fell into her hand.

Then, stepping into the Seven Star Step, he wielded his sword and unleashed an exquisite sword technique to meet the sinister young man.

"A fine sword technique, but it's a pity that only half of its essence has been captured."

The young man calmly parried the sword strikes with his palms, his body slightly retreating, his palms brimming with true energy, showing no fear of the divine sword's sharpness.

"Evil devils and heretics, everyone will find them and kill them!"

"Everyone, take action together!"

Suddenly, a thunderous roar rang out from the top of the wall, followed by an old man with bristling hair and beard, wielding a thick dragon-headed saber, who slashed out with a blade of energy, heading straight for the young man.

At the same time, seven or eight martial artists in various outfits appeared on the wall, including monks, Taoists, and middle-aged women in modern training clothes.

Without uttering a word, the crowd unleashed their various special moves at the young man.

The young man's pupils contracted slightly, but his face showed a calm and fearless expression.

With a sway of his body, he had already parried all of their attacks.

The newcomers were all formidable figures like Abbess Liaojing, and their weapons were naturally extraordinary as well.

With every gesture, immense power bursts forth; every move has the strength to shatter metal and pierce stone.

In an instant, the energy in the arena surged and true energy shot out, shattering the surrounding courtyard walls.

"Damn it, can't you guys have any accuracy?"

Zhao Rui, whose arm was already aching terribly, lay on the ground, cursing inwardly. However, he was unable to move and could only pray that the sword light and blade energy would not hit him.

"Tear!"

"My pants are ripped!"

Zhao Rui became increasingly anxious, urging his true energy to attack the sealed acupoints. The high-frequency probing made the system's copying speed faster and faster.

The progress is gradually approaching 90%.

After a fierce battle, the young man lost his previous nonchalance and became flustered.

"Very well, you are quite petite."

The young man sneered, a glint of light flashed in his eyes, and then he suddenly burst into loud laughter.

Suddenly, an indescribable sound wave surged outwards.

Those who were besieging the enemy scattered and used their magic to shield themselves.

At the same time, he activated the weapon in his hand, which transformed into streaks of light that clashed together, producing a crisp, light sound.

They all attacked the young people.

The young man's eyes narrowed, and he thrust out both palms to knock the weapons away, when suddenly a figure attacked from behind at lightning speed.

That strange method of stealth meant that he wasn't even aware of it until it was only two feet in front of him.

At such close range, and with many divine soldiers attacking from the front.

Even the young man's usually calm and collected demeanor turned panicked in an instant.

"Pfft!"

A slender, cone-shaped steel weapon pierced straight into his chest from behind.

"what!"

A piercing scream rang out, and the young man coughed up a mouthful of blood. His sonic attack came to an abrupt halt.

I underestimated your ambition!

The young man swept away everyone's divine weapons with a wave of his hand, retreated rapidly, and coldly looked at the person who had just attacked him.

That person was the elderly attendant who had been following him all along.

Clearly, the palm strike just now did not seriously injure him.

"Your Excellency, no matter how great my ambition is, it probably cannot compare to yours. Can't you just stay where you are?"

The old man looked coldly at the young man.

"You think you can take me down?"

The young man clutched his chest, where acupoints had been pressed to stop the bleeding.

“Om... Mani... Padme... Hum…”

"When Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva was practicing the profound Prajnaparamita..."

Just then, eighteen white-haired monks suddenly emerged from all around, chanting scriptures in unison.

The sound, imbued with true energy, transformed into musical notes that filled the entire space.

The young man was pale and tried to escape, but was stopped by Liao Jing using a divine sword technique.

The crowd surged forward, and they immediately clashed again.

With the help of Buddhist chants this time, the young man could no longer use his demonic chants, and coupled with his serious injuries, his power had already declined.

A moment later, a monk seized the opportunity and struck him hard on the back with a pestle.

This blow directly damaged the young man's internal organs; if he hadn't possessed extraordinary martial arts skills, he would probably have died long ago.

"With your strength, you can't stop me!"

Suddenly, the youth's eyes flashed with black light, and his figure flickered like clouds and mist, seemingly about to disappear.

"Divine Sword Cleanses the Sky!"

Liao Jing shouted loudly, and the long sword in his hand suddenly rose into the air. Then, a monk or nun threw out a string of Buddhist prayer beads.

The two met in mid-air. With a flick of the longsword, the Buddhist beads transformed into shooting stars, scattering in twelve directions, which happened to envelop the young man.

"Everyone, please give me a helping hand!"

After Liao Jing finished speaking, everyone found a spot with Buddhist prayer beads and sat cross-legged.

He moved his palms remotely, causing the Buddhist beads to emit rays of nameless divine light.

When the divine light shone upon the sword, it immediately emitted endless radiance.

The young man was terrified. Before he could make a move, the Buddhist beads were already embedded in his body.

"You can't stop me!"

The young man shouted, barely managing to withstand the impact of the Buddhist beads. At the same time, he darted out of the area shrouded in sword light with lightning speed.

He scooped Zhao Rui up from the ground and leaped off the cliff.

"Damn it, you bastard, if you want to jump off a cliff, don't drag me down with you!"

Zhao Rui, whose copying progress had reached 97%, stared wide-eyed in shock.

Unfortunately, his curses did nothing to stop the two from falling.

The wind blowing past my ears grew even stronger.

(End of this chapter)