Wuxia: Start with max-level Nine Yang Divine Skill

Chapter 190 "Killing you tonight would be cutting off a major pillar of the future of the Han martial arts world!" (4k2)

Qie Xue Wei?

Li Fu's eyes narrowed.

Legend has it that the Great Khan of the Mongol Yuan Dynasty had a most elite personal guard called the Kheshig, whose duty was to protect the Great Khan and who were the Great Khan's most trusted blades!

Among them, the elite are not only warriors and martial arts masters selected from among the best on the grasslands, but also experts in combined attack formations!

The Black Cloud Wildfire Formation appears to be one of its signature battle tactics!

"These people—are they the Kheshig Guards?!"

Elder Songxi's words stirred up a huge wave of emotions in the hearts of Shi Daoren, He Yisheng, and others.

How could the personal guards of the Mongol Khan appear in the heart of the Central Plains, thousands of miles away, at the foot of Zhongnan Mountain? This is simply unbelievable!

Li Fu was well aware of the situation; he had known all along that there were foreign experts involved in this matter.

This must be a master sent by the Mongolian National Preceptor, Lobsang Gyaltsen!

Given his superior status and power in the Mongol Yuan Dynasty, it would not have been difficult for him to mobilize a portion of the elite Kheshig troops to infiltrate in disguise.

"It seems that this person attaches great importance to this trip to Zhongnan Mountain, far beyond what was expected, and has invested a considerable amount of effort."

The battle on the field was intense.

The members of the Kongtong Sect were all top-notch martial arts masters. Elder Songxi's palm techniques were meticulous, Shi Daoren's sword moves were fierce, and although He Yisheng was young, his swordsmanship was also a true inheritance of Kongtong, agile and ruthless.

The Black Cloud Wildfire Formation, composed of dozens of Mongol warriors, launched a relentless and aggressive attack, pressing down like a swirling black cloud.

However, for a time, Elder Songxi and others managed to hold off the attack with their superb martial arts and tacit cooperation. The two sides exchanged blows and shouts, and the two sides were locked in a stalemate.

The gaunt swordsman, Ahhutai, who was the leader, stood outside the battle circle with his sword in his hand, watching coldly with an expressionless face.

Seeing that his own forces had not been breached immediately, a cold glint flashed in his eyes, like a blade sweeping across an icy plain.

"Get out of the way."

He uttered two broken Chinese characters.

Upon hearing the sound, the besieging Mongol warriors slowed their attack, slightly changed their formation, and created a gap.

Ahutai moved. He was not particularly burly, but his movement was as swift as a wolf leaping over a ravine!

The long, slender, gracefully curved blade in his hand drew a cold, chilling arc of light in the night, as if it contained all the clear light and killing intent of the lonely moon in the desert, heading straight for the people in the formation.

Elder Songxi was just about to repel a spear-wielding warrior when he suddenly felt an incomparably sharp and bone-chilling cold blade intent lock onto him, and a warning screamed in his heart!

Without a second thought, he unleashed the full power of the Kongtong School's ultimate technique, the Thousand Transformations Entangling Silk Hand. His palms flew, conjuring countless palm shadows to protect his body as he swiftly retreated.

However, Ahutai's knife was faster than anyone could imagine.

That chilling arc of light seemed to disregard spatial distance, instantly piercing through the layers of palm shadows, the blade tip pointing directly at Elder Songxi's throat!

Before the blade even arrived, the chilling and murderous intent pierced Elder Songxi's skin, causing him to gasp for breath!

Elder Songxi was horrified and retreated with all his might, slapping the side of the blade with his right palm in an attempt to deflect it.

However, he had just been engaged in a fierce battle and had expended a great deal of energy. Now, in his haste to deal with this peerless strike, his palm power was inevitably weakened by three points.

"Clang!"

The edge of his palm touched the blade, producing a muffled thud.

Elder Songxi felt an icy, sharp blade energy penetrate his palm, and his entire right arm instantly went numb and ached. The curved blade paused only slightly, still carrying the aura of death, as it slashed towards his neck!

"Get out of the way!"

Seeing this, Shi Daoren and He Yisheng were shocked and shouted angrily. Disregarding their own safety, they attacked Ahutai from the side with one sword and one palm at the same time, trying to relieve the siege of Wei by attacking Zhao. They barely managed to snatch Elder Songxi's life from Ahutai's deadly long blade, which was as sharp as a wolf's bite.

"Let's join forces to stop this person!"

Surrounded by the formation, everyone felt as if they were locked in the same sheepfold as a terrifying wolf, with nowhere to retreat. Shi Daoren shouted loudly.

Ahutai was besieged by several masters from the Dong sect. He only had cold disdain on his lips and looked at the gazelle on the grassland with a leg tumor but still struggling to die.

The curved blade in his hand flashed out, its cold light as desolate as the lonely moon in the desert, as vast as the north wind on the grassland. The moves seemed simple, but each strike was like a gazelle's horn hanging from its horn, leaving no trace. It also carried a fierce killing intent honed by a hundred battles on the battlefield and the sharpness of a peerless swordsman.

Elder Songxi's intricate silk-wrapping hand techniques, Daoist Shi's fierce sword moves, and He Yisheng's heaven-turning palm were all restrained and their weaknesses were frequently exposed in front of Ahutai's sharp and cold curved blade.

Within a dozen or so moves, the combined strength of the three was completely suppressed by Ahutai alone with his sword, forcing them to retreat step by step, struggling to defend themselves, and facing constant danger.

Elder Songxi was stabbed in the shoulder, and his robe was stained with blood.

The stone Taoist's arm was swept by the wind of the blade, leaving a deep, bone-revealing bloodstain;

Even the young and impetuous He Yisheng was stabbed in the chest, and the sharp sword intent made it difficult for him to breathe, causing his moves to become scattered.

These three individuals, who would be considered exceptional masters anywhere in the martial arts world, appeared utterly powerless before Ahutai.

The opponent's swordsmanship is unparalleled; he is truly formidable.

"This man is definitely not an unknown figure in the Kheshig Guard; he is a top-tier soldier whose name even the Mongol Khan remembers!"

"You've dragged this out for too long; it wouldn't be good if you attracted people!"

In the midst of the fierce battle, Ahutai's eyes flashed with a cold light as he spotted an opening in Elder Songxi, who was the most seriously injured. Suddenly, the long curved blade in his hand transformed into a chilling arc that was almost invisible to the naked eye, like a cold moon over the desert. He unleashed a deadly move that was silent yet as fast as lightning, aiming straight for the vital point in the elder's chest!

It was too late to dodge.

Before the blade even arrived, the chilling, bone-chilling aura of death made Elder Songxi's blood seem to freeze.

It looked like Elder Songxi was about to die under the blade!

In the blink of an eye...

laugh--!

A sharp, short, piercing whistle, seemingly capable of tearing through eardrums, suddenly rang out from the darkness of the forest to the side!

An invisible finger force, condensed to the point of being tangible and so fast that it was almost impossible for the naked eye to catch, tore through the air, arriving first after being delayed, and striking precisely the middle of the spine of Ahutai's sure-kill slash!

clang!!

A sound of impact, far clearer and louder than any previous clash of metal, exploded out!

Ahutai felt an overwhelming and unstoppable force coming from the blade, as if he had been hit hard by an invisible hammer. His tiger's mouth trembled violently. The strike he had been preparing with all his strength and was determined to win was actually deflected more than three feet away by this external force. The blade grazed Elder Songxi's arm, only shaving off a piece of his clothes!

Elder Songxi quickly took the opportunity to retreat.

"Who?!"

Ahutai was startled, as if struck by lightning. He suddenly drew his sword, his gaze like cold lightning, and shot towards the source of the finger strike. For the first time, a look of seriousness and surprise appeared on his face.

He was so confident in his martial arts and swordsmanship that he had reached a state of perfection, and his senses were so sharp that he did not realize that someone had been lurking nearby all along!

What's even more terrifying is that the opponent's finger strike, even from a great distance, was still incredibly powerful!

Elder Songxi, having narrowly escaped death, was still in shock. He gathered with Shi Daoren, He Yisheng, and others who had also been knocked back, and they looked at the dark forest with a mixture of surprise and tension.

If it weren't for the powerful finger strike that saved him, Elder Songxi would have been dead by now.

With Elder Songxi dead, the remaining few of them would probably not last more than seven or eight moves against this peerless swordsman from Mongolia before they all perished.

The person who made this move could be said to have saved all of their lives with a single finger!

who is it?

Which reclusive senior master of the Quanzhen Sect was secretly following them?

Or did Liu Changzhen come in person?

They looked with suspicion at the shadows of the trees where the wind was coming from.

From the shadows in the woods, a person slowly emerged.

Moonlight filtered through the gaps in the leaves, dappling his body and illuminating a serene yet incredibly youthful face.

Li Fu's gaze swept over the dozens of murderous Mongolian warriors in the arena, finally landing on Ahutai, who was leading them. His tone was calm, but with a hint of coldness.

"I really don't know what to say about the border defense of the Great Zhao."

"You Mongol warriors have managed to sneak through as if it were your own territory, reaching the foot of Zhongnan Mountain all the way here."

He looks even younger than He Yisheng.

Elder Songxi and the others were all stunned, looking at each other with disbelief in their eyes.

That finger just now was—this young man in front of me—how could it be?

Having roamed the martial world for decades, they had never seen such a young person with such terrifying skills.

Unlike the astonishment and doubt of the Kongtong Sect members, Ahutai's pupils suddenly contracted the moment he saw the newcomer's face, and he slowly uttered a few words.

"A divine dragon emerges from the palm, Li Fu."

Li Fu's gaze fell on him, and he said calmly, "You know me?"

Ahutai's scimitar pointed diagonally at the ground, its blade still stained with the blood from the fierce battle, gleaming dark red in the moonlight.

His tone was stiff, with a hint of coldness.

"The four Dharma Kings of the Dragon Elephant Great Tibetan School, under the orders of their sect leader Venerable Shikong, went to intercept and kill you, but they all perished at your hands."

I heard that you fought three against one, leaving the three Dharma Kings powerless to retaliate.

Your sudden appearance as a variable has given Venerable Shikong a major headache, disrupting his plans.

With a flick of his wrist, the blood droplets on the knife fell, and a murderous aura filled the air.

"But he couldn't do anything to you for the time being, and since you had already gone up Zhongnan Mountain, he had no choice but to put you aside for the time being. Unexpectedly—you came down the mountain on your own and delivered yourself to his doorstep."

"Venerable Shakyamuni?"

He did come.

Li Fu said calmly, "Judging from your tone, you don't seem to be very respectful to him."

"You are not of Tibetan origin, yet you can command these Kheshig guards; you must be a master under the Mongol Great Khan."

Ahutai did not deny it, but said coldly.

"Among the Kheshig (imperial guards), there are four chief Kheshig leaders, and the third chief Kheshig leader is Ahutai."

"Han Chinese, you have the right to know my name."

As he spoke, he made a gesture to the Mongol warriors around him.

The warriors who had been besieging the Kongtong Sect members immediately moved away, abandoning them, and began to subtly surround Li Fu.

In fact, for them, it would be good to eliminate some of the Dong Sect's forces in advance, but compared to that, Li Fu, this variable, is the real threat and must be eliminated first!

"The third Kheshig commander?!"

When Elder Songxi and the others heard this name, they were all shocked.

The word "Kheshig" in Mongolian means "imperial guard" or "protector," and it refers to the most elite and trusted personal guard of the Mongol Khan.

It's just that the Han people weren't used to the bare characters "怯薛" (Qie Xue), so they added "卫" (Wei).

"This Ahutai claims to be one of the four chieftains of the Kheshig, who are among the four most skilled guards in the Mongol Khan's personal guard, specifically tasked with protecting him!"

Why would such a person infiltrate the Central Plains and appear at the foot of Zhongnan Mountain?!

Li Fu ignored the Mongol warriors who were slowly surrounding him, his gaze fixed only on Ahutai, his eyes filled with a hint of contempt.

Instead of staying on the grasslands to protect your Mongol Khan, you ran off to the Central Plains to commit murder.

It seems your Khan thinks you have too many capable men around you!

"How dare you disrespect the Great Khan! You deserve to die!"

Ahutai's eyes flashed with a cold killing intent, and his figure suddenly transformed into a blurry gray shadow. The curved blade in his hand sliced ​​through the night with a shrill sound, and went straight for Li Fu's face!

This strike was as fast as lightning and as ruthless as a wolf. Before the blade even arrived, the fierce and desolate intent of the blade had already enveloped Li Fu!

At the same time, the dozens of Mongolian warriors around him roared in unison, like a pack of wolves hunting on the grasslands, brandishing their swords and rushing towards Li Fu from all directions!

They coordinated perfectly, launching a relentless offensive that sealed off all of Li Fu's options for escape.

The blade flashed sharply, and a chilling murderous aura filled the air.

Li Fu slightly shifted his body, his movements as graceful as an immortal strolling, calmly and elegantly dodging the deadly blade. With a flick of his sleeve, his immense power sent the two Mongolian warriors who had first pounced flying, knocking down a whole group of them.

Ahutai's sword missed its mark, but his momentum continued unabated as he unleashed a series of slashes like a storm, shouting coldly.

"And what do you know, Han Chinese!"

The Khan's regard for the Grand Preceptor was unparalleled on the grasslands. The Grand Preceptor's skills were extraordinary, transcending the ordinary and reaching sainthood; he was already a living Buddha on earth and a Dharma King of the Western Paradise.

His wisdom was as vast as the sea, and his supernatural powers were immense. With a flick of his finger, he could make even the stubbornest stone nod and the wicked submit!

The Great Khan has commanded me to lead the most elite Kheshig soldiers to reside permanently by the side of the Grand Preceptor. Ostensibly as guards, this is in reality a sign of respect, and more importantly, to borrow the Grand Preceptor's supreme Buddhist teachings and wisdom to ensure the prosperity of our Great Yuan Dynasty!

His swordsmanship became increasingly ruthless, and his words revealed a deep sense of awe and gratitude towards the Mongol imperial tutor.

"But I, Ahutai, am an eagle soaring over the grasslands, the sharpest scimitar in the Khan's hand. My battlefield should be on the vast grasslands, on the battlefield of conquest, where I can use the blood and heads of my enemies to establish merit for the Khan!"

"Spending my days guarding outside the Buddhist temple, listening to the chanting and the sound of bells, watching the Imperial Preceptor subdue envoys from all directions with the supreme Dharma—that was indeed a miracle, but my sword is about to rust!"

He suddenly unleashed a deadly strike, but Li Fu effortlessly dodged it with a swift, ethereal movement.

Such age, such martial arts skills —

Ahutai's eyes flashed with a sharp light as he stared intently at Li Fu, a hint of cold excitement in his eyes, as if he couldn't wait to cleave Li Fu in two.

"The Imperial Advisor noticed my unhappiness."

He was compassionate and understanding of my feelings as a man from the grasslands, which is why he gave me a chance.

This time, the Tibetan Venerable Shikong, acting on the orders of the National Preceptor, has traveled south to the Central Plains to carry out this ingenious plan of disrupting the martial arts world and undermining its foundation. This is the perfect opportunity for him to demonstrate his skills!

The Grand Preceptor specifically ordered me to lead my troops to accompany and assist him, firstly to ensure that Venerable Shikong's actions would proceed smoothly;

Secondly, it also allows my idle sword to be sharpened again, to drink blood and make new contributions for the Great Khan and the Imperial Advisor!

His tone suddenly turned fierce, and his scimitar, accompanied by a whistling wind, launched another fierce attack.

"You are so young, yet you possess such amazing martial arts skills, and you also work in the Han court."

Killing you tonight would be to break a major pillar of the Han martial arts world, and clear the way for the Great Khan and the Grand Preceptor to conquer Han territory and establish military merit!

Look at the knife! "

Li Fu only coldly replied to Ahutai's long string of words.

"You speak so eloquently, but I'm afraid your martial arts skills aren't up to par!"

Despite being surrounded by dozens of elite warriors led by Ahutai, he moved with ease, his palms radiating power, his fingers traversing the air, his movements elusive, displaying a variety of exquisite martial arts with effortless grace.

The injured Elder Songxi and the others stared in shock.

Those fierce Mongol warriors were like clay chickens and earthenware dogs in front of Li Fu. Not only could they not hurt him in the slightest, but they also fell down with screams, some with broken bones or their acupoints sealed. In an instant, they were completely routed.