Martial Arts Crossover: My Wife is the Top Scholar

Chapter 327 The Wind Sweeps Away the Building, the Sword Slays the Water Moon Sect

"Duan Zhengchun, prepare to die!"

Duan Yanqing gritted his teeth, frowned, and glared angrily at Duan Zhengchun. With his left hand, he used the One-Finger Divine Skill to strike acupoints from a distance, while with his right hand, he used the Duan Family Sword Technique, which was magnificent and elegant.

As the saying goes, you deceive yourself before you deceive others.

Only by wholeheartedly believing that he is real, believing that he is "Duan Yanqing", a member of the Duan royal family, and the emperor of Dali, can he possibly deceive his civil and military officials.

If one's resolve is not strong enough, and one knows that they are a fraud, they will inevitably reveal their flaws, especially in a fight, where they will find it difficult to unleash their full potential.

Justified!
The fake Duan Yanqing, backed by the Qinglong Society, colluded with seven or eight high-ranking officials in Dali and arranged for the people to shout loudly and charge forward with their swords. The Imperial Guards did not dare to stop him.

The Duan family of Dali is a royal family, but their behavior is similar to that of martial arts practitioners. In the original story, Duan Yanqing used the Duan family sword technique and One-Finger Divine Skill to fight Duan Zhengchun at Xiaojing Lake. Yu, Qiao, Geng, and Du knew that the other party was not friendly and were anxious, but dared not step forward to help. This was the way of their ancestors.

Li Zhaoting had read the history books of Dali and speculated that it was because the Duan family did not have any real power in Dali, and after Yang Yizhen's rebellion, the Duan royal family was completely subdued.

They were diligent in handling state affairs, and when it came to the succession of the throne and the change of dynasties, they were more like a martial arts family, where the victor became the head of the family and the loser went to the family temple to become a monk.

It may seem unconventional, but in reality, it has brought many benefits.

The Duan family's ability to govern the court was mediocre, but they were extremely skilled in combat. They possessed two top-tier martial arts techniques: the Six Meridian Divine Sword and the One-Finger Divine Skill. The One-Finger Divine Skill, in particular, had the healing ability to bring the dead back to life and heal the wounded. With this, they befriended many loyal and upright heroes of the martial arts world, greatly increasing their power.

The fake Duan Yanqing exploited this bug.

Aside from being a terrible person in matters of the heart, Duan Zhengchun was otherwise impeccable. As emperor, he was largely accepted by the civil and military officials. His only weakness was his martial arts skills.

When Duan Zhengchun was young, he was obsessed with chasing girls, which greatly affected his martial arts skills. Even with a large number of rare and precious materials, his cultivation of One Finger Divine Skill was only at the fifth rank.

The fake Duan Yanqing looked at Duan Zhengchun with disdain.

Duan Zhengchun looked at the fake Duan Yanqing with disdain.

Is this all the traitorous minister is capable of?
Faced with the piercingly sharp Pure Yang Finger Force, Duan Zhengchun did not retreat an inch, looking arrogantly at the fake Duan Yanqing as if he were looking at a mantis or ant that overestimated its own strength.

The fake Duan Yanqing flew into a rage, his power suddenly increasing by 30-40%, and flicked his finger towards Duan Zhengchun's heart.

Duan Yu, using the Lingbo Weibu (a martial arts technique), lightly stood in front of Duan Zhengchun and flicked his finger to unleash the Six Meridians Divine Sword.

Back in Wanjie Valley, Duan Yu was forced by Yi Jifeng to learn martial arts, including the Finger Flicking Sword Qi. He practiced every morning, and over time, his swordsmanship became increasingly proficient.

With a flick of his finger, the sword energy surged forth with a whoosh.

It's clearly impossible to expect Duan Yu to master the Six Meridians Divine Sword to the point of complete control and endless cycle of the Six Meridians Sword Qi. Duan Yu wasn't interested in martial arts; under Xiao Feng's guidance, he focused on practicing a specific sword technique.

Once one meridian is used up, another meridian is used.

The Six Meridian Divine Sword is a martial art specifically designed for killing. Its destructive power is far greater than that of the One Finger Divine Skill. It can be used to launch attacks by flicking the fingers. The sword move is executed with a simple twist and turn of the fingers, making it incredibly swift.

Moreover, sword energy is formless and intangible; one can only hear the whistling of the sword. The changes in techniques are difficult to discern with the naked eye. One must either listen to the sound to locate the source or rely on martial intuition to dodge and maneuver.

Duan Yu has very poor combat awareness, but fortunately he is erudite and proficient in the I Ching and the Eight Trigrams. He has mastered the Lingbo Weibu (a martial arts technique) and is most skilled at dodging.

In battle, he would dodge left and right using the Lingbo Weibu technique. No matter how exquisite the enemy's moves were, they would be avoided as soon as they got within a foot of Duan Yu.

With a flick of his finger or a poke with his fingertip, Duan Yu could retaliate with invisible sword energy, which was much more convenient.

The fake Duan Yanqing possessed profound internal strength and mastered swordsmanship. Considering his physical condition, he was two or three points better than the real Duan Yanqing, and only slightly weaker than Ku Rong.

Unfortunately, he was unlucky and encountered a rare freak like Duan Yu. In just a few moves, his precious sword was broken by the Six Meridians Divine Sword, and his sleeves were shattered by the sword energy.

The scraps of cloth fluttered like butterflies, and the fake Duan Yanqing, shirtless, looked utterly disheveled.

Of course, Duan Yu is not good at fighting, so he cannot quickly defeat the fake Duan Yanqing.

The two were more than ten feet apart, their five fingers flicking in rapid succession. Outsiders could only hear the sound of sword energy cutting through the air; only by personally participating in the battle could one perceive the danger of the battlefield.

The fake Duan Yanqing roared and shouted, coming up with one ingenious trick after another, even secretly using poison to ambush Duan Yu.

Duan Yu swallowed the Manggu Toad, making him immune to all poisons. He knew nothing about martial arts and had virtually no combat experience. He never bothered to counter attacks, only using the Lingbo Weibu (a martial arts technique) to dodge.

Whether it's a clever trick to lure the enemy or a powerful attack, as long as the Lingbo Weibu footwork cannot be seen through, Duan Yu can easily evade the deadly move with a light tap of his foot.

It's clear that the fake Duan Yanqing lacks sufficient knowledge.

If it were a highly learned expert, they would have already analyzed the footsteps' landing point based on the directions of the I Ching and the Eight Trigrams.

Duan Yu was at a loss for how to defeat his enemy. The fake Duan Yanqing could not break the Lingbo Weibu (a martial arts technique) and could not block the Six Meridians Divine Sword. The two were locked in a stalemate and could only fight each other from a distance.

……

"clang!"

Swords clashed.

Li Zhaoting and Shuiyue Dazong each took two steps back.

Shuiyue Dazong was tall and straight, with a sinister face like a hawk. He wore a scarlet sleeveless outer robe, and his thick, half-black and half-white hair hung down over his broad shoulders.

He gripped the Water Moon Blade tightly with both hands.

The Japanese do not distinguish between swords and knives. They are called sword masters, but they are actually swordsmen. The Japanese are quite accomplished in forging samurai swords and have ten famous swords that have been passed down through generations.

When Li Zhaoting killed Wuhua, he obtained Mikazuki Munechika, which was one of the "Ten Famous Swords" and also the most beautifully designed sword among the ten famous swords of Japan.

Shuiyue Dazong was ranked among the top ten swordsmen in Japan, but his treasured sword was not one of the top ten famous swords, which he deeply regretted. When he looked at the Qing Suo Sword, his eyes flashed with extreme greed.

Li Zhaoting shook his wrists to regulate his blood and qi.

Shuiyue Dazong is the most eccentric swordsman. Japanese martial arts emphasize practicality and pursue extreme lethality in their moves. When swordsmen fight, the outcome is often decided in just three or two moves.

The only exception is the Water Moon Sect.

The Water Moon Sect created the Water Moon Blade Technique, a unique skill that combines lightness skill, illusion, and blade intent. Its steps are sometimes as light as a feather and sometimes as heavy as a mountain, and its blade light is as illusory as a reflection in a mirror or the moon in the water, making it difficult for people to distinguish between reality and illusion.

The outcome can be decided in three to five moves.

They can also fight fiercely against powerful enemies for three to five hundred moves.

Whether it's one-on-one combat, group battles, ambushes, assassinations, or counter-ambushes, these are all top-notch techniques.

With both hands gripping the sword, before even unleashing a powerful move, the area within a three-zhang radius was already enveloped in sword energy, the blades transforming into moonlight.

Li Zhaoting was calm and composed, a gentle breeze rising from his feet, making his body float lightly.

Free and unfettered, riding the wind!

The supreme martial art of the Free and Unfettered Sect.

Even Miss Wang, who inherited the Jade Linglong, could only understand two or three tenths of it. Li Zhaoting flipped through the mental cultivation manual and comprehended the ultimate skill based on Su Dongpo's "Prelude to Water Melody".

I wish to ride the wind and return home;

I also fear the magnificent palaces and towers;

The higher you climb, the colder it gets;
Dancing with my shadow, how unlike the mortal world!
Miss Wang knew nothing about poetry or literature. She was bold and easygoing, never getting caught up in internal conflicts. This carefree attitude was more in line with the true meaning of a life of leisure.

What to do if you can't understand poetry and songs?

Lie flat!

Admit you're a terrible student!
It's enough that Li Zhaoting understands!

Once Li Zhaoting grasped the essence of it, he personally taught her, which was considered a form of marital intimacy. Such refined matters were unknown to outsiders.

Shuiyue Dazong had only one thing on his mind.

—Kill, seize the sword, and achieve great things!

The Grandmaster of Shuiyue is not a martial artist, but an ambitious schemer!

"Qiang!"

The blades whistled.

The Water Moon Blade was a full three zhang away from Li Zhaoting. Its chilling blade aura was everywhere, penetrating every pore of Li Zhaoting's body. The Water Moon Blade was narrower and longer than an ordinary samurai sword, and it carried a kind of eerie power that made people dizzy and confused. The blade was like a cold moon, and its aura was like frost.

"laugh!"

The Azure Sword moves automatically without wind, its energy condensing into a gleam.

This is an innate ability of the Qing Suo Sword. When Li Zhaoting grasps the hilt, it automatically absorbs the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and condenses it into sword light. The stronger Li Zhaoting's belief, the more fierce the sword light becomes, stretching and contracting like a long whip.

With a flick of his wrist, Li Zhaoting unleashed a cold, bluish-green light from the Qing Suo sword before him, resembling a bamboo forest swaying in the wind, its shadows dancing and ever-changing.

The sword energy is like bamboo, and so is the sword intent.

Li Zhaoting was confident and resolute. He swung his sword, the tip tracing a beautiful, blooming path, before transforming into six cold beams.

Six-petaled ice flowers!

In an instant, the sword technique changed three times.

Gathering its strength, the sword energy surges like the wind, like bamboo.

He drew his sword, and the sword energy bloomed like flowers and rain.

With a single strike, the sword energy resembled plum blossoms and snow.

The sword intent changes three times in a single move, yet the sword heart remains as immovable as a mountain.

The resilience of bamboo, the beauty of flowers, the staining of rain, the purity of plum blossoms, the icy chill of snow, and the swiftness of wind blend perfectly as the wrist rotates, creating a cyclical flow of six sword intents on the blade, which then coalesce into a single force.

Grandmaster Shuiyue had never seen such swordsmanship before.

Is this the martial arts of the Central Plains?

No wonder that the great swordsmen of Japan throughout history, upon realizing that their cultivation had reached its limit, would go to the Central Plains to challenge, even if they were killed by the masters of the Central Plains, they would have no regrets.

Excitement flashed in Shuiyue Dazong's eyes as he swung his sword at Li Zhaoting's neck. The sword light was as cold as the moon's glare, and the snow-white blade flashed past, colliding with a series of sparks.

Li Zhaoting spun around, soaring into the air. His sword light swept like autumn leaves in the wind, or like a heavy snowfall in the north, sweeping across the world and withering everything.

Shuiyue Dazong's face was filled with shock.

The moment Li Zhaoting made his move, his energy completely dissipated into the sword light, making it impossible to pinpoint the location by sound or by spiritual perception; he could only identify it with his naked eye.

The eyes are the windows to the soul and the organs most likely to receive information from the outside world. However, for a master martial artist who is highly skilled, the habit of using martial sense and spiritual perception to lock onto an opponent will gradually free them from visual dependence.

Li Zhaoting's swordsmanship goes against the grain.

He could clearly see Li Zhaoting, but he couldn't hear the sound of Li Zhaoting drawing and sheathing his sword, nor could he sense Li Zhaoting's aura. Danger surrounded him from all directions, and the martial artist's senses were completely disrupted, leaving only his eyes.

Unfortunately, the Water Moon Blade Technique, created by the Water Moon Sect, is like a mirage, extremely difficult to see with the naked eye.

Even the lowest-ranking martial artists can master the techniques by visually distinguishing them, but a swordsman like Grandmaster Shuiyue, with his solid foundation, feels a tightness in his chest and shortness of breath.

Judge others by yourself!

Grandmaster Shuiyue felt that Li Zhaoting's appearance must be misleading, and what the eyes saw must be an illusion.

With a single wave of his hand, he cleaved Mount Hua in two; halfway through, the blade traced an arc and swept horizontally, transforming into a sweeping attack on a thousand armies.

The sword light exploded before the eyes of the Water Moon Sect.

As Grandmaster Shuiyue was swinging his sword with all his might, he suddenly felt the surrounding sword energy howling, the wind howling, and countless tiny vortexes surging from all sides, attacking his vital points.

This feeling is like being in a raging storm, with waves crashing down like mountains and the sea, endless and without end. Even with the superhuman strength to carry mountains and chase the moon, one would not know which direction to strike with the sword. One might want to hold the sword and guard the gate, but Japanese martial arts emphasize offense and have few defensive moves.

Shuiyue Dazong gritted his teeth, unleashed a set of Night Battle Eight Directions Hidden Blade Techniques, and slashed fiercely in all directions. The sword light suddenly dissipated, revealing Li Zhaoting's figure.

It never moved an inch from beginning to end.

Only then did Grandmaster Shuiyue realize Li Zhaoting's power. Before he could guide his qi back to its source, the Azure Chain Sword, like a rushing waterfall or a blue ribbon, poured towards Grandmaster Shuiyue's chest and abdomen, appearing and disappearing unpredictably.

wind!
The wind is everywhere!

Sword energy is like the wind, and so is sword intent!

Li Zhaoting spun five times, unleashing a hurricane-like storm, and ten awe-inspiring and powerful forces slammed into the Water Moon Sect.

The endless, fierce force was like the raging tide of the ocean, or a towering mountain with lightning and thunder, causing hills and mountains to collapse, triggering a chain reaction that caused distant mountains to crumble at the same time, and sand and stones to fly everywhere.

With a successful move, they switched from defense to offense.

Swords unite in alliances, strategies form parallels.

Dazzling, cold light swirled and danced, six dragons swirled, a tornado raged, reaching to the heavens and the earth.

Shuiyue Dazong's face was contorted, veins bulging, hair disheveled, and he slashed wildly like a madman.

Li Zhaoting's expression was solemn, his eyes gleaming. He made a sword incantation with his left hand, wielded his sword with his right, twisted his waist and abdomen, and his footsteps were colorful and varied, leaving behind seventeen or eighteen afterimages.

Accompanied by the crisp and melodious sound of swords, all the figures simultaneously brought down their swords. Some were as fast as lightning, some as shrill as the wind, some as cold as ice, some swaying like green bamboo in the wind, some blooming like plum blossoms in the cold, some in the snow and ice, and some blooming like a hundred flowers.

The completely different sword intents are coherent and interconnected, like a nine-linked ring, where moving one affects the whole body, like a net binding everything, yet leaving a sliver of hope, ambushing a fatal blow at the gate of life.

Shuiyue Dazong's mental state was completely disrupted, and he could no longer maintain the illusory mindset. His cold moon-like sword energy was like hot soup washing away snow, like a torrent flowing out, dissipating completely. He swung his sword wildly, without any rules.

A trap to lure the enemy!

Grandmaster Shuiyue was no novice; his martial arts skills were forged in bloody battles, and he had faced dozens of perilous situations, yet his heart remained calm and serene.

Not to mention Li Zhaoting's fierce sword attack, even if Yu Luosha unleashed her palm strike, the Grand Master of Shuiyue could remain calm. The Shuiyue Blade was cold, and the Grand Master of Shuiyue was even more so.

Li Zhaoting's expression grew increasingly calm, revealing a serene and tranquil look, as peaceful as an old monk in meditation. His face was slightly tilted back, and his handsome features suddenly turned cold.

The Buddha has anger, and the Vajra has a fierce gaze!

The gale and sword energy merged into one, unleashing forty-nine sword strikes in an instant. The autumn wind was bleak, and the wind swept away the ruins of the building.

"Clang! Crack!"

The Water Moon Blade shattered into pieces.

Shuiyue Dazong's hands fell limply to his sides.
Li Zhaoting moved swiftly, his sword flashing and spraying blood, creating vibrant blooms of crimson.

"Clap!"

The Water Moon Tower collapsed like a stack of building blocks.

Every joint in his body was severed by the sword energy, and his internal organs were shattered into a pool of blood and flesh.

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(End of this chapter)