Martial Arts Crossover: My Wife is the Top Scholar

Chapter 471 Bloodthirsty Demon Sword, A Sword That Pierces Through Worlds and Paves a Bloody Path

"Beijing Film Academy's Mysterious Technique!"

Beitang Mo clasped his hands together, gathering clusters of lightning power in his palms, and unleashed two thunderous palm strikes.

When the Frost Sword was born, Beitang Mo witnessed the power of a single sword that could cleave through the world. Without giving Ren Qianxing time to concentrate and gather his strength, he unleashed a series of palm strikes, as fast as lightning.

After being treated by Li Zhaoting, Ren Qianxing recovered 80-90% of his internal injuries, but his internal strength was reduced by 20-30%. However, with the blessing of the Demon Sword, his power was even greater.

The Demon Sword Clan, with its 500-year heritage, couldn't possibly only be studying chess; their primary focus is on swordsmanship.

The strongest move, "One Sword Separates Worlds," was created by the thirteenth ancestor of the Demon Sword Clan. While the Demon Sword Clan's chess skills were developed in seclusion, their swordsmanship continued to improve. With each generation's accumulation, their swordsmanship became increasingly swift and ruthless.

A year ago, Ren Qianxing officially recognized his ancestors and returned to his clan. He spent half a year in seclusion in the stone cave where his ancestors had secluded themselves to comprehend swordsmanship. He studied the sword marks left by his ancestors and his swordsmanship improved greatly.

"Qiang!"

The demonic sword was drawn, and blood gushed into the sky.

Ren Qianxing sneered, "Beitang Mo, the Demon Sword has been starving for too long and can't wait to have a feast!"

Having experienced countless battles, Beitang Mo was not about to engage in verbal sparring with Ren Qianxing at this time. He unleashed a barrage of powerful and domineering palm strikes, each strike accompanied by a continuous barrage of lightning-infused palm prints.

The Four Directions Mystic Art is the pinnacle of Qi cultivation techniques, capable of drawing upon the power of wind, fire, thunder, and lightning for one's own use. Beitang Mo specializes in the Northern Lightning Mystic Art, moving like thunder and moving as fast as lightning.

Of the four elders of the Four Directions Sect, Beitang Mo was the most adept at quick battles. Back when the four of them hadn't fallen out, Ximen Ruoshui would always take the lead, shattering the enemy's formation with a single move, Earth Thunder. Dongfang Qingmu and Nangong Lie would then unleash their wind and fire powers, leaving Beitang Mo to finish them off.

The combined power of the Four Directions Mystic Arts is no less than that of the Cloud Dispelling Palm, the Wind God Leg, and the Heavenly Frost Fist. Its ultimate move, the combination of mystic arts, is absolutely no less than the Three-Part Returning Origin Qi.

Beitang Mo only wanted a quick victory, to defeat Ren Qianxing in three moves and use that to threaten Guan Yutian. He had no time for empty talk and immediately unleashed his trump card.

Ren Qianxing unleashed a vast expanse of crimson sword light, exchanging blows with Beitang Mo, neither gaining the upper hand.

The Heart Sword governs life, the Demon Sword governs death.

The offensive power of the Demon Sword is undoubtedly among the top ten most powerful weapons throughout history, and it can maximize the sword master's ferocity, killing intent, and sword energy.

The downside is that it requires a very high level of fundamental knowledge.

If the sword master's foundation is insufficient, and he is consumed by greed, filled with lust, desire for power and money, he will inevitably be controlled by the demonic sword and become its slave.

Why did the thirteenth generation ancestor seal away a sword that would remain hidden for generations?
Because "one sword separates worlds" is too extreme, the moves are too ruthless, too vicious, and too absolute. The most taboo thing in life and work is to be "absolute," because it cuts off other people's path and also cuts off your own.

The magic sword, wielded to cleave through worlds, possesses a power to annihilate all things, captivating all who use it. Once used twice, they will never put the magic sword down.

At that time, the patriarch of the Demon Sword Clan, who should have controlled the Demon Sword, would become a slave to the Demon Sword from the inside out.

Ren Qianxing was still wary of this, and only used the sword techniques passed down from the Demon Sword Clan to fight against Beitang Mo. He would never use the "One Sword Separates the World" technique unless it was the decisive moment.

Beitang Mo's skill far surpassed Ren Qianxing's, but he was unarmed and intimidated by the sharpness of the demonic sword, so he dared not engage in close combat and missed many opportunities to make a move.

Ren Qianxing laughed wildly, "Beitang Mo! You shameless scoundrel! You're so afraid of death, you weren't the one who betrayed the Four Directions Sect back then, were you?"

Beitang Mo remained silent.

Rumors had been circulating within the Four Directions Gate for some time.

This is a very basic principle: in a 20-year-long scheme, who benefits the most, who survives in the end, and who is the most suspicious?

With Ximen Ruoshui crippled, Nangong Lie murdered, and Dongfang Qingmu imprisoned, anyone with a modicum of sense would suspect Beitang Mo.

Beitang Mo was not ostracized by the Four Directions Sect for two reasons: first, he was the most capable elder in the sect; second, the disciples of the Four Directions Sect were generally less intelligent.

Ren Qianxing didn't care about any of that. While wielding his sword to fight back, he loudly mocked Beitang Mo, revealing all of Beitang Mo's thoughts.

The Demon Sword not only possesses unparalleled offensive power, but it can also sense thoughts, negative emotions, malice, and deep-seated prayers. If it can merge with the Heart Sword and transform back into the Frost Sword, it can create mental illusions solely through its own sword intent.

Even someone as powerful as Helian Ba ​​was deceived by illusions.

Ren Qianxing had just obtained the Demon Sword and didn't know much about its performance. He could only try to win Beitang Mo's heart through his own feelings and empathy.

Ren Qianxing felt the exact same fluctuation.

Since that's the case, I'm not a good person, and you're definitely not a good person either; neither of us are good people.

Neither of them were good people, so Ren Qianxing naturally blamed all the messy and sordid things that had happened in the Sifang Sect over the years on Beitang Mo.

A fierce wind whipped up a sky full of yellow sand, the sand and gravel lashing at the two men like blades, and a storm of lightning erupted.

Beitang Mo pushed his Beidian Xuan Gong to its limit, his palms wrapped in dazzling lightning, transforming into countless palm shadows, determined to tear Ren Qianxing apart. His face was sinister and cold as ice, and he bombarded Ren Qianxing relentlessly, seeking only a quick kill, disdainful of words.

As Ren Qianxing unleashed layers upon layers of incomparably sharp crimson sword light to deflect the lightning palm prints, he laughed wildly without restraint, his voice piercing through the wind and sand.

"Beitang Mo!"

What a cowardly scoundrel!
Are you afraid of the Demon Sword's edge?

No wonder he betrayed the Four Directions Sect from the shadows back then, selling out his master, brothers, and lover.

In the end, all their efforts were in vain.

Others betray their bosses, brothers, and lovers for personal gain; what is your motivation?
For power? You're an elder, the head of the Four Directions Sect—you'll never get that position in your next life!

For love? As far as I know, you had a crush on Ximen Ruoshui when you were young. Where is Ximen Ruoshui now?

For money? For martial arts skills? You have nothing but the family heirloom, the Electric Qilin Jade!

The Wind Qilin Jade is in Li Zhaoting's hands, while the Fire Qilin Jade was taken back to the Qingtian Sword Sect by Yi Shuihan. In other words, the Fire Qilin Jade is also in Li Zhaoting's hands. Tsk!
The Thunder Qilin Jade has yet to be found!
What is your purpose?
When you betrayed your brothers, didn't you ask for anything in return? Were you working for free?
Dongfang Qingmu's fate is unknown. You probably killed him, right? He blocked your path to becoming the sect leader. Such a huge crime deserves to be punished severely.

Nangong Lie was driven away by you and lived in seclusion in the desert for more than ten years. His martial spirit was completely worn down, and he was killed by Yi Shuihan. His death was utterly worthless.

Ximen Ruoshui, I heard my father say that she is the most beautiful flower in the desert, a hundred times better than the water peony or the stone sage, and countless people admire her!

You love but cannot have her, and jealousy arises from that love!

Looks like I was right!
Don't try to hide your thoughts from me!
All negative emotions are nourishment for the Demon Sword. The Demon Sword can sense your inner turmoil; it has already seen through even the most wicked thoughts in your heart!

Ren Qianxing was not a sharp-tongued person, but after realizing the characteristics of the Demon Sword, he was like a three-year-old child who had received a toy and couldn't help but test its performance.

Ren Qianxing hurled all sorts of baseless rumors and fabricated stories at Beitang Mo, then used the Demon Sword to sense Beitang Mo's emotional changes as a lie detector. He suddenly discovered that Beitang Mo was truly not human!

Lies don't hurt, truth is the knife.

Ren Qianxing revealed the secret that Beitang Mo had kept hidden for decades, exposing his dark and vile thoughts, as murky as the mud at the bottom of a pond, to the light of day.

Beitang Mo could no longer remain calm.

Veins bulged on his forehead, his eyes were bloodshot, and he exuded an explosive aura. He roared, "You brat! How dare you slander this old man! I'll blast you to dust!"

The cold indifference on Beitang Mo's face, which had been so composed of quick victory and three moves, cracked instantly, replaced by a twisted, iron-blue rage, as if he were about to breathe fire.

The raging lightning essence exploded out of control due to the tremor in his mind, causing the surrounding sand dunes to shatter.

The offensive suddenly intensified. Ignoring the threat of the demonic sword, Beitang Mo forcibly closed in, unleashing a violent barrage of lightning palm strikes. The palm winds and sword energy clashed, sending sand and stones flying, obscuring the sky and the sun. The ground was plowed with deep furrows, creating a network of ravines.

Ren Qianxing revealed a cold smile.

The martial arts of the Four Directions Sect have a unique characteristic: the more powerful the move, the more it requires to build up momentum. Beitang Mo's Northern Lightning Mystic Skill is the fastest, and its power-building speed is also the fastest.

However, it still needs time to build up its strength.

This period of time wasn't very long, but for Ren Qianxing, who was wielding the Demon Sword, it was far too much.

Enraged, Beitang Mo recklessly unleashed the Northern Electricity Mystic Art, determined to blast Ren Qianxing to pieces.

Ren Qianxing crouched down, holding a sword in one hand and supporting the blade with the other. Sensing Ren Qianxing's unwavering killing intent, the demonic sword emitted an excited roar, its sword energy condensing into a thin line that spread to Beitang Mo's feet.

"Beijing Film Academy's Mysterious Technique!"

"One sword separates the worlds!"

The two powerful moves clashed without reservation: one was a thunderous handprint, and the other was a sword beam condensed with Ren Qianxing's essence and blood, and his resolute killing intent.

A blood-red line, more dazzling than the blazing sun over the desert, condensed to its extreme, roared out from the tip of the sword!

"boom!"

Blood exploded like fireworks on Beitang Mo's chest!

His forward momentum abruptly froze, the violent lightning and thunder dissipated, and the arrogance and fury in his eyes were replaced by excruciating pain and horror, his chest covered in blood.

Beitang Mo's greatest strength is survival. Not only is his movement speed extremely fast, but his health bar is also among the highest. Ren Qianxing had just mastered the Demon Sword and his power was insufficient. After breaking the Thunderous Handprint, he only had 20-30% of its power left.

Ren Qianxing laughed wildly, "Beitang Mo! Pay the price for your stupidity! Die!"

Ren Qianxing swung his sword and beheaded Beitang Mo.

"That won't do!" A figure appeared beside Ren Qianxing, gently grabbing the sword's edge. The indestructible sword energy dissipated silently, like a punctured bubble.

"Hello, my name is Fang Yeyu!"

Fang Yeyu was young and handsome, with a solid foundation and a more powerful aura than Ren Qianxing. On his back was the Three-Eight Double Halberd, which Pang Ban had used to dominate the world in his youth. The Three-Eight means three feet and eight inches, and the Double Halberd is obviously a short halberd.

Despite his slender build, Fang Yeyu possesses considerable strength. These short halberds are crafted from black iron, with each halberd weighing 157 jin (approximately 78.5 catties), making them solid heavy weapons. Even when clashing with Pei Yuanqing, they would be evenly matched.

The disciples of the Demonic Image Sect mainly cultivate their divine abilities, but because they carry the Three Eight Double Halberds for a long time, Fang Yeyu is no weaker than A'er and A'san in terms of body tempering due to the weight of 300 jin.

Fang Yeyu has a mild temperament and likes to plan things out before acting. He hopes to calculate everything and ensure a success rate of over 90% before carrying out a mission. This is a kind of obsessive-compulsive disorder, which he applies not only to others but also to himself. His demands on himself can be described as abnormal.

Do your best in everything!
Fang Yeyu is not suited to the demonic cultivation methods that are driven by quick success and have a weak foundation, but rather to the orthodox cultivation methods of the Xuanmen, which require patience and perseverance. He is truly able to calm his mind.

Fortunately, the mental cultivation method taught by Pang Ban, although it came from the six paths of the two demonic sects, was an authentic mental cultivation method.

After three years of not flying, it will soar into the sky in a single flight.

It remains silent for three years, then astonishes everyone with its sudden burst of brilliance.

Fang Yeyu had been cultivating diligently for thirteen years. If he could not rise above others, he would rather be shattered to pieces. As Fang Yeyu made his move, his guards followed suit.

The Mongol Khan had eight bodyguards.

Meng Da and Meng Er died at Zhang Sanfeng's 100th birthday banquet.

Li Chimei would never take action unless absolutely necessary.

The two elders of Xuanming were responsible for providing close protection to Prince Ruyang.

Two people were protecting Fang Yeyu.

Qiang Wangsheng, also known as "Wanli Hengxing," is skilled in using a one-legged bronze figure weighing over 200 jin (approximately 100 kg). He possesses superhuman strength, enjoys direct confrontations, and is proficient in the Dragon Elephant Prajna Kung Fu.

"Bald Eagle" is Chi Di, who is skilled in light footwork and uses a chain strap. He is good at long-range attacks and is similar to the Heavenly Demon Ribbon of the Yin Gui Sect, which is quite sinister.

Qiang Wangsheng and You Chidi, one strong and the other gentle, one far and the other near, one fast and the other slow, have been partners for decades and have hundreds of battlefield experiences. They are peerless warriors who have fought their way out of the battlefield and treat thousands of troops as nothing.

This is a characteristic of Mongol Yuan masters.

Most of the masters who worship are skilled in two-person combos, have ample battlefield experience, and enjoy risking their lives.

Fang Yeyu stopped Ren Qianxing, Qiang Wangsheng and You Chidi blocked Guan Yutian, and Helian Ba ​​was seriously injured and vomited blood by Guan Yutian, his martial will almost collapsed.

Helian Ba ​​still had some use.

Fang Yeyu will not let him die here.

"You are the Little Demon Master?"

"I have long admired the name of the Murong family head. Today, witnessing the divine power of the innate qi, this trip has truly been worthwhile."

"The Supreme Alliance has no enmity with the Mongol Yuan Dynasty, so why are you pressing us so aggressively? Is it perhaps for the sake of the Demon Sword?"

"I need a fierce debut battle. I hope to take 70% of the Demon Sword Clan's treasure!"

"Fang Yeyu, if you leave immediately, I will allow you to participate in the life-or-death chess duel; otherwise, the method to enter the Chess King Cave is hidden in my mind."

Rather Stick to your guns!
Even if Pang Ban were here...

If you can't defeat Pang Ban, can't you just commit suicide?

No one can completely control me!
You can't do it, Pang Ban can't do it! The duel of life and death, the Demon Sword Clan welcomes all to participate!

Little magician, do you dare to make your move?

Despite being besieged by two top experts, Qiang Wangsheng and You Chidi, Guan Yutian showed no fear. He raised his innate qi and easily deflected all the powerful attacks.

Whether it's a one-legged bronze figure or a chain of interlocking rings, they cannot break through the innate protective energy in a short period of time.

Fang Yeyu laughed and said, "Patriarch Murong, you seem to have misunderstood something. The one who most wants to open the Chess King Cave Secret Realm is not me, but your Demon Sword Clan!"

I only need to do one thing!

Obtain the key to unlock the Chess King's Cave!
That is—the Demon Sword!

Fang Yeyu waved his hand and grabbed at Ren Qianxing. His true essence condensed into thin purple threads, like a net, and his pupils turned an eerie purple, which was the Purple Qi Heavenly Net.

The Purple Qi Heavenly Net is the direct lineage of the Extinction of Emotions Path among the six paths of the two sects of the Demonic Sect. After a thousand years of trials and tribulations, the lineage of the Extinction of Emotions Path was basically severed. Pang Ban found relevant records in the Sui and Tang Dynasty classics and replicated the "Purple Qi Heavenly Net".

Pang Ban's cultivation level was many times stronger than that of Xi Ying, the leader of the Extinction of Emotions Sect during the Sui and Tang Dynasties. He possessed a supreme and all-encompassing demonic skill. His Purple Qi Heavenly Net technique was several times stronger than the original version, and it was a technique that combined physical cultivation with magic.

It can condense true qi into a net that covers the heavens and the earth, and it can also activate the secret book of wisdom to transform spiritual power into a net that covers several feet, monitoring the enemy's every move.

Fang Yeyu was like a spider weaving a web, and Ren Qianxing was the trapped prey. Every move and action of Ren Qianxing was controlled by Fang Yeyu. Unfortunately, Ren Qianxing had just used the "One Sword Separates Worlds" technique, and his essence and blood were severely depleted.

Ren Qianxing tried to dodge, but Fang Yeyu's demonic arts were all-pervasive, reaching everywhere and omnipresent. Moreover, he possessed great physical strength and was a practitioner of both physical and spiritual arts.

Fang Yeyu has severe obsessive-compulsive disorder and strives to be the best in every aspect. He has trained hard for thirteen years with unwavering perseverance, and his foundation is solid and as stable as a mountain.

The elders of the Demon Sword Clan wanted to rescue Ren Qianxing, but were blocked by Mongol experts. In recent months, Fang Yeyu has recruited many Western Region warriors and has a cruel and bloodthirsty band of sand bandits under his command. They appear and disappear unpredictably, leaving no one alive.

First, use Beitang Mo and Helian Ba ​​to probe the strength of Guan Yutian and his son, depleting their true essence. At the same time, take the opportunity to form an encirclement and finally wipe them out.

Fang Yeyu's plan was perfect.

However, there is no perfect plan in the world.

Every plan has its flaws.

Fang Yeyu overlooked the most crucial yet easily overlooked factor—loyalty!
The elders of the Demon Sword Clan, who had previously been at odds with Guan Yutian and nearly caused Guan Yutian's lineage to perish, were now facing an attack from Mongol experts. They all activated the Remnant Yuan Life-Snatching Technique, fighting like mad dogs, exchanging injuries and lives for lives, desperately trying to create an opening so that Guan Yutian and his son could escape.

"Young Master, I've arrived!"

The Grand Elder struck Fang Yeyu with a palm strike. Fang Yeyu drew his short halberd from his back and countered with a strike. Unexpectedly, the Grand Elder neither dodged nor avoided the attack, nor even drew his sword. Instead, he used his bare palm to strike the halberds. His arm exploded, flesh and blood flew everywhere, blood splattered, and demonic shadows crisscrossed!
"Pfft!"

The Grand Elder deliberately ran into the edge of the Demon Sword.

"Young Master! Act quickly! Act quickly!"

The Second Elder rushed out from behind, charging towards Fang Yeyu without regard for anything else. He attacked relentlessly, risking his life for injury. Although he only lasted five seconds before being killed by Fang Yeyu, this time was enough for Ren Qianxing to complete his power-up.

Ren Qianxing was originally exhausted, but as the Grand Elder collided with the Demon Sword and soaked it with his blood, the Demon Sword fed back a powerful force to Ren Qianxing. Ren Qianxing's eyes turned blood red, shooting out a three-foot-long blood-red cold light. He assumed a posture of being able to detach from the world with a sword, pointing the tip of his sword at Fang Yeyu.

"Fang Yeyu, go to hell!"

Facing a desperate situation and making a last-ditch effort, at the critical moment of life and death, Ren Qianxing gained a new understanding of the Demon Sword and the Sword that Separates Worlds, unleashing destructive sword energy.

With such a frenzied and chaotic posture, the sword energy should be scattered and disordered, but under the essence of the demonic sword, the sword energy condenses into a thin line of blood, extremely refined and pure, capable of cutting through anything in the world, a sword that separates worlds, a life that ends in death!
"Boom!"

Two long dragons of yellow sand rose from the desert.

The yellow sand, mixed with the violent, insane, blood-red sword light, crashed fiercely towards the defensive line!
Ren Qianxing's move was not aimed at Fang Yeyu, who was on high alert, but at the triple defense line that Fang Yeyu had set up. As the elder of the Demon Sword Clan charged forward, a fatal gap appeared in the continuous defense line.

"boom!"

The sword light slashed vertically, parting the vast desert sands to create a narrow path. Guan Yutian soared into the air, grabbed the exhausted Ren Qianxing, and with a flash, sped off into the distance without the slightest hesitation.

The elder of the Demon Sword Clan, abandoned by Guan Yutian, harbored no resentment whatsoever. Instead, he desperately charged towards the surrounding Mongol experts to buy time for Guan Yutian.

Fifteen minutes later, all the swordsmen were killed.

Fang Yeyu was covered in blood, looking like a god or a demon. He truly deserved the nickname "Little Demon Master." However, his tone was not arrogant at all; instead, it was full of frustration and disappointment.

"Teachers, I have failed!"

Qiang Wangsheng asked, "Where did we fail?"

Fang Yeyu said, "I didn't expect the elders of the Demon Sword Clan to be so loyal to Guan Yutian. I didn't expect them to risk their lives to clear a path. This was my mistake!"

Chi Di comforted him, saying, "Little Demon Master, you have such a record as a newcomer. If today's battle were an answer sheet, I would give you a B grade."

The two were bodyguards under the Mongol Khan and colleagues of Li Chimei. Fang Yeyu always treated this pair with the respect due to a junior, addressing them as his teachers.

Qiang Wangsheng scolded: "Failure is not a big deal. What's important is knowing why you failed and how to make up for it in the future! From this point of view, Little Magician can't get a B grade. At most, you can only get a C grade."

"Please give me some guidance, teacher!"

"Your failure lies in your hesitation and lack of decisiveness. Once you decide to act, you should not hesitate. If you had not wasted your breath on Guan Yutian and had directly taken down Ren Qianxing, would any of this have happened? This is your fatal flaw."

"Thank you so much for your guidance, teacher!"

"Little magician, proceed to the next stage."

(End of this chapter)