Martial Arts Crossover: The Sweeping Monk of Wudang? That's our patriarch!

boom--!!!

The void shattered, and a thousand-foot-long azure light tore through the sky. It was an indescribable, vast sword energy, its entire body radiating a deep azure light, like the first sharp edge of the world at its creation.

Its momentum was like a raging tidal wave, violent and unparalleled; its intent was to cleave the heavens and sever the earth, cutting down all things. Where this sword fell, space was actually cleaved open, splitting open a void passage that stretched across the heavens and the earth.

At the end of the passage, high in the sky, a huge golden portal appears and disappears, its surface covered with intricate patterns and shrouded in celestial mist, as if separating the mortal world from the Great Dao.

Tianmen!

These two words suddenly popped into the minds of countless people, as if they had a preordained connection.

boom--!!!

The azure sword energy soared like an angry dragon, heading straight for the Heavenly Gate—Lin Daochen was merely a speck of dust blocking its path, easily crushed.

The moment this sword was drawn, its grandeur was boundless, elevating its scope to an unprecedented height, fully embodying Li Chungang's lifelong pursuit of swordsmanship: to shatter all laws with a single sword, and to soar to the heavens like a lone peak.

Deng Tai'a, Sui Xiegu, Ximen Chuixue, Ye Gucheng... a group of top sword masters, their eyes burning with fierce fighting spirit, all sighed in unison, "Truly worthy of being called the Green-Robed Sword God Li!"

How could Lin Daochen possibly withstand such an astonishing sword?

All eyes were fixed on the Wudang Master.

He lightly raised his longsword, and crimson lightning suddenly erupted, instantly condensing into a vast lightning domain. Thousands of bolts of lightning transformed into sword shapes, roaring and rolling within the domain, their sound shaking the heavens and their power as abyssal as a deep abyss.

At this moment, everyone held their breath.

They knew that this was Lin Daochen's true killing move, and once it was unleashed, the outcome would be decided immediately.

In the past, the Sweeper Monk of Shaolin fell beneath this sword, Dugu Qiubai sadly sheathed his sword, and Sun En, the Celestial Master, bowed his head and retreated. All who see this sword will ultimately suffer defeat.

Without exception.

Today, even if Li Chungang opens the gates of heaven with his sword, can he rewrite this destiny?

The answer is already on the verge of collision.

boom--!!!

The azure light collided with a corner of the lightning domain, and in an instant, the world lost its color, the explosion like the collapse of the universe. Light rained down, and the void trembled as if paper were being torn apart.

The Thunder Sword Domain cracked open, and the aftershocks swept in all directions like a world-destroying torrent, incredibly violent.

The onlookers all retreated hastily, and even land immortals like Deng Tai'a and Sui Xiegu dared not confront him head-on, all avoiding his sharp edge.

A single sword strike shatters the domain—how domineering!

But Li Chungang's expression was solemn, showing no sign of victory—he knew that Lin Daochen's lightning domain was far from over.

really!

Thunder roars once more amidst the ruins!

boom--!!!

The new Thunder Domain was reshaped out of thin air, its momentum even greater than before, layer upon layer, like a net pressing down from the sky.

"Um?"

Li Chungang's pupils contracted slightly. This change was completely different from when he treated Sun En back then.

Lin Daochen's gaze remained calm, a faint smile playing on his lips. When had he ever said that this Thunder Domain could only evolve step by step?

Everything originates from the mind; change is within me.

His control over the Thunder Domain has now surpassed its previous limits, arising from his thoughts and changing with the circumstances.

The newly formed lightning domain immediately suppressed the thousand-foot-long azure light. No matter how much it struggled and erupted, it could not escape annihilation.

Li Chungang watched as the sword energy he had dominated throughout his life was completely crushed, and he sighed softly.

He lost.

A clean defeat, a defeat with composure.

He stood with his hands clasped in front of him, and said solemnly, "I have lost."

"The Master's swordsmanship is divine, far surpassing mine. Li Chungang is completely convinced."

This wasn't just polite talk; it was genuine admiration. Today, he had given his all, yet he was still no match. Such a gap could only inspire awe.

Lin Daochen nodded slightly, neither accepting the offer nor saying anything polite—a win is a win.

Those watching from all around sighed with emotion.

Deng Tai'a, Sui Xiegu, and others had complex expressions. Besides shock, there was also a hint of undisguised disappointment.

The symbol of swordsmanship of the Li Yang Dynasty has been defeated.

Unlike his helpless defeat to Wang Xianzhi back then, this time, he was completely defeated by Wudang Dao Chen Zhenren in a pure swordsmanship contest.

"It seems that this Dao Chen Zhenren has truly secured his position as the number one swordsman in the world." Deng Tai'a, Sui Xiegu, and others were deeply shaken.

Deng Tai'a, who had personally taught Lin Daochen swordsmanship, was deeply moved—the Lin Daochen of today was completely different from the one he had met back then; his sharpness was even greater, and his aura was as deep as an abyss.

The scariest thing is that he was already standing at a high place, but that he was still climbing upwards at an astonishing speed.

You chase after him with all your might, only to find that you can barely see his back anymore.

While the experts of the Li Yang Dynasty were still reeling from their shock and fear, the wandering cultivators and knights of the martial world were already filled with excitement, their eyes burning with fervor.

They were captivated by this battle, and even more so by Lin Daochen.

Only the Wudang disciples remained calm, as if everything was perfectly normal.

In their eyes, Lin Daochen's victory was inevitable.

"Master, the outcome is decided, I shall take my leave now." Li Chungang cupped his hands, his voice clear and melodious.

Lin Daochen chuckled: "Since Sword Master Li has come from afar, how can we not allow him the time it takes to drink a cup of tea? Why don't you come with me to Wudang for a cup of tea?"

"How could I refuse such an invitation from a true master?" Li Chungang laughed heartily.

The two walked side by side, with Zhang Sanfeng leading the Wudang disciples close behind, and the group slowly headed towards the depths of the mountain gate.

The rest of the spectators dispersed. Some stood on the cliff edge, closed their eyes, and focused their minds, carefully studying the lingering sword intent in the air.

This stone platform already bears the lingering echoes of Lin Daochen's past clash with Dugu Qiubai, and today it is further enhanced by the swordplay collision between him and Li Chungang, making it a sacred place among sacred places for sword cultivators.

Every sword mark is a priceless treasure; every wisp of lingering intent can awaken a lost swordsman.

Those who were unwilling to leave sat cross-legged, completely absorbed in their surroundings.

Those who left hurried away, eager to spread the word of this earth-shattering duel throughout the martial arts world.

Within a few days, the news will surely sweep across the world and cause a huge uproar.

Lin Daochen's name will once again reach the pinnacle, becoming an existence that all dynasties look up to.

……

One hour later.

Wudang, the Sutra Repository.

Lin Daochen sat quietly on the futon, his aura as deep and unfathomable as an abyss.

Li Chungang has already left. Just now, the two sat facing each other, discussing swordsmanship and chatting about everything under the sun, their conversation ranging from swordsmanship to the future situation.

Li Chungang admitted that he might reside in Wudi City for an extended period thereafter.

Although the reason was not explicitly stated, Lin Daochen knew perfectly well that the little girl in green robes now had an unyielding guardian by her side.

When discussing Wang Xianzhi, Li Chungang mentioned that once the news of Lin Daochen's defeat spread, the Martial Emperor City Lord might be tempted to challenge him.

Lin Daochen simply smiled faintly upon hearing this and casually asked, "How strong is Wang Xianzhi now?"

Li Chungang said in a deep voice, "He should be above me."

This answer did not surprise Lin Daochen.

He had already anticipated this.

However, these were merely idle chatter. Lin Daochen didn't take them to heart.

With a focused mind, he closed his eyes and recalled the details of his fight with Li Chungang earlier that day.

That sword strike and that intent were extraordinary.

Li Chungang's swordsmanship is not only divine in its techniques, but also in its vast and powerful sword intent, which directly touches the heart, stirs the will, and shakes the soul.

It was this insight that cleared his mind and brought him to a sudden enlightenment.

A moment later—

[You have deeply comprehended the realm of sword intent, and combined it with the Chaos Transformation Divine Refinement Technique to create a secret technique for attacking the divine soul: the Heavenly Origin God-Slaying Sword.]

Lin Daochen's lips curled up slightly, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes.

The results this time are truly astonishing.

The Heavenly Origin God-Slaying Sword is formed from divine consciousness and driven by willpower, piercing straight into the enemy's sea of ​​consciousness, specifically designed to break through mental defenses.

In this world of martial arts where most martial artists neglect the cultivation of spiritual consciousness, this move is almost unsolvable.

However, the cost is equally high—it will exhaust all divine power after being used once, and can only be used again after a complete recovery.

In other words, this is the real trump card, something to be kept secret and used to deliver a fatal blow at a crucial moment.

Despite its limitations, its value is immeasurable.

If they are truly in dire straits with depleted spiritual energy, this sword strike will be their final, decisive move to turn the tide.

After creating this technique, Lin Daochen took a short breath to adjust his breathing, then took out an ancient book on array formations and continued to immerse himself in the Dao of runes.

……

Time flies like an arrow, passing by silently.

Some time has passed.

Lin Daochen continued to spend his days in the Scripture Pavilion, studying formations and constantly improving.

Zhang Sanfeng went into seclusion once again.

The incident at the Longhu Mountain Taoist Assembly was ultimately resolved by Lin Daochen's heroic efforts in suppressing the entire event. This Wudang patriarch was deeply moved and even felt a little pressured.

So he decided to go into seclusion and try to reach a higher level, determined to improve his cultivation.

After he entered the pass, all the affairs of Wudang fell on Song Yuanqiao's shoulders.

As for the other six members of the Seven Heroes of Wudang, they had already been arranged by Yu Lianzhou, a being of divine status on land—one was busy preparing to go to the Qin Dynasty to open a branch of Wudang, while the others, while assisting Song Yuanqiao in handling sect affairs, were secluded in seclusion to cultivate diligently.

Throughout Wudang Mountain, order was restored and the energy was abundant.

On this peaceful day...

At the foot of the mountain, dust rose slightly as two travel-worn young men approached.

One man had sharp eyes and a swift, knife-like gait; it was Kou Zhong.

The other person had a calm demeanor and deep eyes; it was Xu Ziling.

The two came from the ancient Sui Dynasty. It is called "ancient" because the once mighty Sui Dynasty collapsed and became ruins not long after Yu Lianzhou took the "Longevity Manual".

After that, heroes rose up in the Central Plains, war raged, and various forces fought each other, each refusing to submit to the others.

Although Yu Lianzhou intercepted the "Longevity Manual" in advance, cutting off Kou and Xu's greatest opportunity, who could blame them when they were protagonists with extraordinary destinies? With their luck on their side, they still encountered one adventure after another.

When Yu Lianzhou passed through Yangzhou, he met the two by chance. Seeing their extraordinary talent, he took them as his disciples and passed on several basic martial arts techniques that could be passed on to others.

Unexpectedly, these two laid a solid foundation with these few basic skills, defying fate and carving out a bloody path for themselves.

Today, Kou Zhong's young army has risen to become a regional hegemon amidst the chaos of war, its fame resounding throughout the world.

But recently, trouble has arisen.

Surrounded by powerful enemies and beset by internal and external troubles, the situation was so perilous that even they were helpless.

When they were at their wits' end, the two suddenly remembered their legendary grandmaster who had suppressed an era—the one revered by the martial arts world as "the number one martial artist under heaven."

So they secretly slipped up Wudang Mountain, not to ask their master for help, but to try and persuade the real old immortal to intervene.

"Young Master Ling, do you think... Grandmaster Uncle would really meddle in our trivial matters?"

During the climb, Kou Zhong, panting heavily, asked Xu Ziling beside him in a low voice.

"Probably...maybe."

Xu Ziling's tone was uncertain, clearly indicating that he was also unsure.