Wuxia: Start with max-level Nine Yang Divine Skill

Chapter 191 A pack of wolves can withstand a tiger, but they can't stop a dragon (4k2)

Seeing his warriors were no match for him, Ahutai's anger burned even brighter. He changed his swordsmanship again, launching a series of attacks. His sword flashed like snow, and his curved blade sliced ​​through the night with a sharp, piercing sound as it struck Li Fu's face!

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

Just as the blade was about to strike, Li Fu subtly shifted his body, seemingly slowly but actually swiftly, and the deadly blade grazed the hem of his clothes.

Ahutai's sword strikes were like a raging storm, unleashing seventeen or eighteen slashes in an instant. The blade light wove a net of death, enveloping Li Fu.

However, Li Fu, amidst that net of blades, moved erratically, like a weightless willow catkin, always managing to slip away from the blades at the last possible moment, without a single leaf getting caught.

Ahutai's swordsmanship has indeed reached a state of perfection. Every strike carries the sharpness and brutal killing intent of a hundred battles on the battlefield. Ordinary masters probably couldn't even withstand a single strike.

He unleashed eighteen consecutive slashes in an instant, which, though counted as a single move, didn't even touch a single corner of Li Fu's clothes!

How could this not shake Ahutai's heart?

His Lone Moon Blade Technique was honed through countless life-and-death battles. Every strike was deadly, and he was confident that even the top swordsmen and knife masters in the Central Plains would be caught off guard by his fierce and relentless attacks.

But Li Fu before them possessed unparalleled lightness and agility, responding with ease.

Moreover, and most importantly, it felt as if his opponent had seen through all the subsequent changes and killing moves of his strike.

This was clearly the first time he had used this move in front of his opponent, as if it were a higher level of mastery in knife and sword techniques, a commanding view from above.

Every strike missed its mark, leaving a vague feeling of being led by the nose and being toyed with.

Ahutai's pride and ferocity as the third commander of the Mongol Imperial Guard were ignited. He roared and unleashed a devastating attack with all his might.

This all-out strike, imbued with the killing intent of the battlefield, was dazzlingly beautiful, like the only light in the night sky, carrying a fierce aura as it aimed directly at Li Fuzhong Palace!

Faced with this strike that embodied Ahutai's full power, Li Fu's expression finally showed a slight change.

It wasn't solemnity or fear, but rather a kind of appreciation tinged with a touch of regret.

"Your swordsmanship is rare even in this world."

They deserved to be killed by my sword.

"I'll borrow your sword for a moment."

Before he finished speaking, he grabbed at the air with his right hand in the direction of the Stone Taoist!

The long sword in Shi Daoren's hand flew into Li Fu's palm with a whoosh.

The Stone Taoist, who was watching the battle intently, suddenly felt his hand lighten and was greatly surprised.

"What kind of martial art is this? It can retrieve objects from a distance. It's simply divine!"

With the longsword in hand, Li Fu's entire demeanor changed abruptly as he slowly drew his sword.

Although he was composed when fighting bare-handed just now, it was like a dragon hidden in the clouds, with only its scales and claws visible.

With the sword in hand, the clouds and mist suddenly dispersed, revealing the full view of the divine dragon soaring through the nine heavens.

A pure, lofty, and unstoppable sword intent emanated from Li Fu and spread out with a roar!

This sword intent was not a fierce killing aura, but it was more chilling than any killing aura, as if facing the might of the natural sky, and feeling as insignificant as dust.

Li Fu did not use any complicated or fancy sword moves; he simply thrust out his sword, as gentle as the wind rustling through willows.

This sword strike was neither fast nor slow, neither unusual nor dangerous.

However, as soon as the sword light appeared, Ahutai's fierce and ruthless blade shadow seemed to have met its nemesis, instantly dimming and dissipating!

Ahutai felt that his sword strike, which he had gathered with power and killing intent, was full of flaws in the face of this seemingly ordinary sword strike. It was enveloped and suppressed by the sword intent of this sword strike!

He felt as if he wasn't wielding a knife to cut down a person, but rather fighting against the entire natural world!

Ahutai was horrified and tried to change his move, but found that no matter how he changed his move, he could not seem to escape the range of this sword!

All the momentum, all the killing intent, and all the subsequent changes became meaningless, even laughable, under the overwhelming sword intent.

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The sword light flashed like a fleeting glimpse of a startled bird, or like a gentle breeze.

Ahutai retreated several feet before regaining his footing, then looked down at his chest.

A thin trail of blood slowly seeped out. He had tried his best to block and dodge, but he still couldn't completely avoid the sword!

He was wounded with a single sword strike.

Elder Songxi, Daoist Shi, He Yisheng, and the others were dumbfounded and completely captivated.

They had just personally experienced the terrifying power of Ahutai's swordsmanship; it was undoubtedly one of the most powerful and deadly sword techniques in the world.

But seeing Li Fu's casual sword strike, he truly understood what it meant to be outmatched and to be in a world beyond our understanding!

Although Ahutai's swordsmanship was fierce, it was still within the realm of the human world, while Li Fu's swordsmanship was so refined and lofty that it seemed to be beyond the reach of ordinary people.

Li Fu did not stop, and his sword flashed again.

His swordplay was agile and ethereal, like a swirling wind and dancing snow. He weaved through the Mongol warriors, and wherever his sword light touched, those fierce warriors fell like harvested wheat. Not one of them could withstand a single strike from him!

With each step, the sword light spread out like flowing water.

Those fierce Mongol warriors charged forward with their swords, and with a flash of sword light, someone's throat would spit blood; if they attacked from the side, the sword would turn and sever a wrist and pierce a chest.

Several people surrounded them, their swords flashing like lightning, and in an instant, a group of people fell.

Just as the poem says, "Kill one man in ten steps, leave no trace for a thousand miles!"

A pack of wolves can withstand a tiger, but they cannot stop a dragon.

"Stop! Your opponent is me!"

Enraged, Ahutai pushed his swordsmanship to its limit. The sword light was as cold as the moon and as fast as lightning. Each strike was more ruthless than the last, and every move was deadly.

"He who kills will be killed by others."

Since they came wielding their swords, they should have been prepared to die.

But Li Fu's sword was even more superb and sharp. The sword light in his hand was as high and far as the light of the sky, which was impossible to resist and impossible to suppress.

In just over ten moves, Ahutai had seven or eight sword wounds on his shoulder, arm, and ribs, his robes stained with blood, while Li Fu's clothes remained unchanged, untouched by dust.

He couldn't stop anything.

Those Mongol warriors continued to fall like weeds under Li Fu's sword.

Ahutai watched helplessly as the grassland youths he had brought were slaughtered like powerless cattle and sheep. They screamed in terror and fell into pools of blood, their anger and humiliation erupting like a volcano in their hearts.

Never before had he encountered such a terrifying opponent. His unparalleled swordsmanship seemed so clumsy and powerless in the face of that iron sword!

"kill--!"

With bloodshot eyes, Ahutai disregarded his reopened wounds, his body and the blade merging into one, transforming into a breathtakingly beautiful streak of light that seemed to cleave the night, charging towards Li Fu with a resolute determination to perish with his enemy.

Li Fu turned around and thrust out with his sword.

A sword light, clear as autumn water and swift as lightning, seemed to appear out of thin air, or as if it had always existed there, only to be seen at this moment.

The sword flashed and disappeared in an instant.

Time seemed to stand still for a moment.

Two figures passed each other, and Ahutai remained in a forward-leaning posture, standing stiffly three feet behind Li Fu.

The long, curved sword in his hand fell to the ground with a thud, and he knelt weakly on one knee.

The sword energy pierced through his chest, leaving a bloody hole about the size of a thumb, from which blood gushed out.

The fierce light, pride, and resentment in Ahutai's eyes quickly faded.

The remaining dozen or so Mongol warriors around them did not flee like the warriors led by the Four Great Protectors last time, which shows that they were indeed from the Kheshig Guard and were quite different.

They roared with the grief and anger of wild beasts, shouting incomprehensible Mongolian, their eyes bloodshot, like a pack of wounded wolves, as they fearlessly pounced on Li Fu!

They were so fierce that they seemed to disregard life and death, seeking only to perish together with the Han man who had severely wounded their chieftain.

Unfortunately, in the face of an absolute disparity in strength, valor cannot change anything.

With a slight turn of his longsword, Li Fu's sword flashed like a startled swan, and his figure weaved through the onrushing horde of warriors.

With several muffled thuds, interspersed with short, painful groans, the dozen or so warriors froze like harvested wheat stalks, then collapsed to the ground, a small, bright red spot rapidly spreading across their throats or chests.

Without Ahutai's obstruction and restraint, dealing with these Kheshig guards was much easier for him.

Li Fu flicked his wrist, shaking off a few drops of blood from the tip of his sword, and casually tossed the longsword back to the stunned Shi Daoren.

Shi Daoren caught it instinctively, only to find it slightly heavy in his hand, and the blade was still warm. He was shocked beyond words.

Elder Songxi, Daoist Shi, He Yisheng, and the others were already dumbfounded, completely captivated, and utterly horrified.

The unparalleled swordsmanship that Li Fu had just displayed, moving freely through the enemy ranks, and the miraculous sword move that pierced through Ahutai and effortlessly annihilated the remaining enemies, had completely exceeded their understanding and experience.

They stood frozen in place like wooden or clay sculptures until Li threw back the longsword, at which point they suddenly snapped out of their daze.

Li Fu did not look at them. He walked up to Ahutai, who was on his last breath, looked down at him, and asked in a calm voice.

"Was the massacre of the Taishan Sect the work of you Mongol Yuan people?"

Blood gushed from Ahutai's mouth, and his eyes began to glaze over.

"You—your swordsmanship is indeed formidable—but you are still within the Han court, and sooner or later you will die under the blade of my Mongol Yuan dynasty—the Great Khan and the Great National Preceptor will—"

Before he could finish speaking, his head lolled to the side, his breath ceased, and he died.

The person is dead, why are you still saying all this nonsense?

Li Fu raised his eyelids slightly.

Only then did Elder Songxi and the others dare to step forward and bow deeply to Li Fu, filled with gratitude and awe.

"Thank you so much—thank you so much, Officer Li, for saving my life!"

"If it weren't for Officer Li's intervention, we would all be dead tonight!"

They had heard of Li Fu's great name before, but seeing him in person was far better than hearing about him. They had never seen such a young person with such extraordinary martial arts skills.

As they were talking, they suddenly realized that they were still wearing night clothes, which was not the behavior of a gentleman. They instinctively tried to cover themselves up, but it was in vain.

Li Fu glanced at them and said calmly, "You're from the Kongtong Sect, aren't you?"

Upon being recognized, Elder Songxi's heart tightened, and he quickly said...

"Officer Li, you are indeed a disciple of the Dong School."

However, the massacre of the Taishan Sect was absolutely not the work of my Kongtong Sect!

There must be some misunderstanding, or perhaps someone malicious is framing me!

Li Fu said, "I don't know about the rest, it shouldn't be related to you. Otherwise, I wouldn't have saved you."

He had been secretly observing them from beginning to end, and he found that these people were indignant about the wrongful accusation against the Kongtong Sect. Their shock, anger, and confusion when faced with the Mongol warriors' ambush were not feigned.

As for whether Chunyangzi, the leader of the Kongtong Sect, was secretly plotting something behind these people's backs, that's another matter entirely.

Just then, a commotion and hurried footsteps came from the mountain, mixed with shouts and the flickering light of torches.

Although Zhongnan Mountain is a place of quiet cultivation, with high mountains and deep forests, the fierce fighting at the foot of the mountain tonight has caused quite a stir, and has finally alerted the people on the mountain.

Elder Songxi and the others' expressions changed drastically.

If the various factions were to spot them dressed in night clothes, the Dong faction's suspicions would be impossible to dispel, even if they did intend to go up the mountain to rescue people!

They didn't have time to say anything more, and hurriedly clasped their hands in greeting to Li Fu, their tone flustered.

"The Kongtong Sect will never forget the great kindness of Constable Li!"

He will surely repay you handsomely in the future; we—we'll take our leave first!

Having said that, the group, like startled birds, quickly disappeared into the nearby dense forest.

Li Fu did not stop him, but simply stood quietly in place.

Before long, dozens of torches illuminated the clearing in the forest.

Behind Liu Changzhen were several elders and disciples of the Quanzhen Sect, as well as high-ranking figures from various sects, including the leaders of the Hengshan Sect, Huangshan Sect, and Huashan Sect, who had already been informed of the inside story.

They had already informed each other that there might be Mongol experts coming to attack, so as soon as they heard the shouts of battle, they grabbed their weapons and came down together.

When the group came down, they saw corpses lying haphazardly on the ground, and their pupils shrank, especially at the dozens of strangely dressed men.

A disciple of the Quanzhen School stepped forward to examine the items carefully and quickly reported back.

"Master!"

These dead men were strong and healthy, with rough, calloused hands, all skilled in martial arts. Judging from their appearance and attire—they were definitely not from the Central Plains, but rather seemed to be—people of the northern grasslands!

"As expected, there were Mongol Tartars!"

Huangshan Sect Leader Hemingzi gasped.

Liu Changzhen's gaze swept across the field, finally landing on Li Fu, the only one standing.

Li Fu was dressed neatly, with a calm expression and no wounds on his body. He appeared composed and at ease, as if he had just returned from a moonlit stroll rather than having just experienced a fierce battle against dozens of opponents.

The way everyone looked at Li Fu was filled with surprise and shock.

Although they had heard that Li Fu was highly skilled in martial arts, they were surprised to find that he had killed dozens of corpses and skilled martial artists with ease.

This martial arts skill is truly astonishing.

"Officer Li, what—what's going on?"

Knowing how formidable Li Fu was—that even the three great Dharma Kings of Tibet had died at his hands—Liu Changzhen suppressed his inner turmoil and stepped forward to ask.

Li Fu didn't hide anything, explaining how he heard the commotion, secretly followed several members of the Kongtong Sect, and witnessed them infiltrating the Quanzhen Sect in an attempt to rescue people.

He briefly recounted how Huo Shuyan refused to leave and how he was subsequently ambushed by the Mongol warriors on his way down the mountain.

He did not cover up the infiltration of the Kongtong Sect; he simply stated the facts objectively.

Finally, it was mentioned that the other party revealed their identity.

"The leader called himself Ahutai, the third of the four Kheshig commanders under the Mongol Khan."

The warriors he led were elite and fierce; they were undoubtedly the Kheshig (Imperial Guard).

"The Kheshig Guard?!"

"The Mongol Khan's personal guard?!"

"They—they actually dared to sneak in here?!"

Upon hearing this, all the sect leaders and elders present were shocked and moved, and voices of surprise and doubt arose everywhere.

"Wait, the third Kheshig commander?"

"Doesn't that mean one of the four top guards protecting the Mongol Khan died here, killed by Constable Li?!"