Starting with a blind date with a female constable, you acquire the Nine Swords of Dugu.

Feng Yu and Yang Lin had been husband and wife for many years, working together seamlessly with their swords and weapons, and had killed countless martial arts masters.

Seeing her husband die suddenly, she was filled with shock and anger, but as a seasoned veteran who had spent years on the edge of a knife, she did not lose her mind. Her actions were calm and collected, and her sword strikes were swift and ruthless, carrying a sharp killing intent.

A gust of wind swept across my face.

Gu Guanqi shifted his feet slightly, sliding half a foot backward, just enough to allow Feng Yu's sword to glide almost past his neck. He then flicked his longsword, the tip pointing at Feng Yu's wrist.

Feng Yu's wrist snapped shut, his move changing swiftly. His longsword suddenly turned, slashing diagonally at Gu Guanqi's left shoulder.

This sword strike was powerful and fierce, with a whistling wind that seemed capable of splitting stone and shattering monuments. Although she was a woman, her inner strength was not weak, and this sword strike, unleashed with hatred, was three times more ferocious than usual.

Gu Guanqi neither dodged nor evaded, but instead thrust her long sword diagonally forward, the tip of which pointed directly at the flaw in Feng Yu's sword move—although her sword strike was fierce, it left a gap under her left rib.

Feng Yu felt a chill run down her spine.

If she continued her strike, she might hit her opponent's shoulder, but her own left ribs would inevitably be pierced by his sword. Why would she trade injury for her life?

She immediately stopped her sword strike, leaning back to avoid it.

After just two moves, Feng Yu's heart was filled with turbulent waves.

She had initially thought he was just an ordinary doctor who knew some martial arts, and that his sword strike that killed Yang Lin was merely a surprise attack. But after exchanging these two blows, she discovered that the young man's swordsmanship was extremely strange—every strike was delivered precisely at the point where her sword moves changed, without bias, directly targeting her weaknesses, forcing her to change her moves midway and leaving her constantly restrained.

This isn't a doctor at all, he's clearly a master swordsman!

At this time,

Lin Yan'er had already retreated to the entrance of the pharmacy.

She had just been sent away by Gu Guanqi to retrieve the needle. She had only taken a few steps when she heard a muffled thud behind her. When she turned around, she saw Gu Guanqi piercing Yang Lin's chest with a sword.

She was completely stunned.

The doctor, whom she remembered as gentle and weak, was now holding a long sword, his posture upright like a pine tree. He looked nothing like a frail scholar.

She was both surprised and delighted, her heart pounding.

She was shocked that Gu Guanqi dared to attack a notorious bandit, and delighted that he actually succeeded. But she soon became worried again—it was common knowledge that although Yang Lin was the leader of the "One-Fold Wind" gang in Huaibei, Feng Yu was the most skilled in martial arts. Could Gu Guanqi be a match for Feng Yu?

Unlike the seriously injured Yang Lin, Feng Yu was also injured, but they were all superficial wounds and did not affect her combat ability.

At this moment, Feng Yu had already swung his sword and charged in front of Gu Guanqi. The sword light was like a bolt of lightning, stirring up a fierce sword wind in the clinic.

Lin Yan'er turned pale with fright and instinctively wanted to speak up to remind him, but she was afraid of disturbing Gu Guanqi.

She then understood why Gu Guanqi had insisted on sending her away; he was worried that she would become a hostage.

Immediately, she lifted her skirt and ran quickly to the inner courtyard, hiding in the kitchen. She then closed the door tightly, not wanting to see any of the commotion and become a burden.

"As Sister Qingqiu once said, when you can't help, not making things worse is the biggest help you can give!"

now,

Inside the clinic, swords clashed.

Feng Yu's swordsmanship was ruthless, following a fast-paced sword style. Her sword moves were continuous and relentless, pouring down on Gu Guanqi like a storm. She had fought in the martial world for most of her life, and countless lives had been lost under her sword. Now, in her desperate struggle, her swordplay became even more ferocious, each strike aimed at a vital point.

Gu Guanqi, however, appeared much more composed.

His longsword moved with a series of simple and unadorned strokes, each one perfectly blocking Feng Yu's attacks.

This is the Dugu Nine Swords.

This sword technique is all-encompassing, with every move an attack, striking where the enemy has no choice but to defend. The more ferocious the enemy's swordsmanship, the more obvious the flaws in their moves become. Although Gu Guanqi hadn't practiced many sword techniques, what he saw was no longer the sword moves themselves, but rather the gaps and weaknesses in his opponent's swordplay.

Feng Yu thrust his sword forward, the blade aimed straight for Gu Guanqi's chest.

Gu Guanqi dodged to the side, thrusting his longsword forward with the tip aimed directly at her armpit. This strike, though delivered after the initial attack, arrived first. If Feng Yu didn't withdraw her sword to defend, she would be struck before her own sword reached her opponent.

Feng Yu had no choice but to sheathe his sword and parry. With a clang, the two swords clashed, sending sparks flying.

She grew increasingly agitated, gritting her teeth as she launched seven consecutive sword attacks, each strike sharp and ruthless, including straight thrusts, diagonal slashes, horizontal cuts, and upward parries.

Gu Guanqi's footwork remained steady, his longsword parrying left and right with seemingly casual strokes, yet each strike contained hidden principles of swordsmanship. His gaze remained fixed on Feng Yu's sword; even before she unleashed her attack, he had already anticipated its trajectory from the slight movement of her shoulder and the gentle turn of her wrist.

Sword light crisscrossed within the clinic. The sword energy affected the medicine cabinet, causing several drawers to slam open and spill herbs all over the floor. The wall lamps flickered erratically due to the sword wind, casting swaying shadows that made the two figures appear and disappear.

Feng Yu's repeated attacks failed, and he grew increasingly alarmed.

She had used all her skills, but the young man opposite her remained completely at ease. Every sword strike seemed to slip through the gaps in her swordplay, and no matter how fiercely she attacked, she could not harm him in the slightest.

What's even more frightening is that his swordsmanship seems to have no fixed form at all.

Sometimes it's a simple straight thrust, sometimes it's an ordinary horizontal slash, but these seemingly commonplace moves, when used by him, always manage to strike the spot where she has no choice but to defend.

This is the essence of the Dugu Nine Swords – not bound by moves, but using no moves to defeat moves.

The Dugu Nine Swords are all about advancing without retreating; every move is an attack.

No matter how fast the enemy's moves are, they can't outrun a thought.

Gu Guanqi was doing just that. He didn't think about what sword he should use, but instead watched his opponent's sword strike and naturally aimed his sword at the opponent's weakness.

Feng Yu thrust his sword again, this time using all his internal strength. The sword hummed and rang with the force of a thunderbolt.

Instead of retreating, Gu Guanqi advanced, slightly shifting his body to avoid the sword's edge. His longsword slid smoothly along Feng Yu's blade, the tip aimed straight for her throat.

Feng Yu was shocked and jerked her head back. The sword blade grazed her chin, severing a few strands of her hair.

She stumbled backward, taking several steps back before her back slammed against the door of the clinic. Still catching her breath, she glanced down at Yang Lin's corpse on the ground, a flicker of despair and resentment flashing in her eyes. She gritted her teeth, then suddenly thrust her sword forward again, this time disregarding life and death, seeking only to perish together with her enemy.

The sword light was like a rainbow, piercing straight through.

Gu Guanqi's gaze sharpened, and he raised his longsword diagonally, the tip of which touched the middle of Feng Yu's sword. With a gentle deflection, he steered her sword away from its direction. Feng Yu's sword grazed past his shoulder, slicing off a piece of clothing, but without injuring his flesh.

At that moment, Gu Guanqi changed his sword stance, following the force of Feng Yu's sword to slash back, the blade drawing an arc and silently grazing her neck.

This sword strike was light and graceful, devoid of any trace of worldly malice.

Feng Yu froze, and the long sword in his hand clattered to the ground.

She raised her hand to cover her neck, crimson blood seeping through her fingers, her eyes filled with resentment and disbelief. She opened her mouth, as if to say something, but only managed a series of indistinct hoarse sounds before her body went limp and she collapsed beside Yang Lin.

Blood slowly flowed from her neck, pooling on the blue brick floor, appearing dark red and shiny under the dim light.

The clinic returned to silence.

Only the sound of rain outside continued, relentlessly pouring down.

The flame on the wall lamp flickered slightly, illuminating the mess on the floor in every detail: the overturned stool, the scattered medicinal herbs, and the two corpses lying in pools of blood.

Gu Guanqi stood holding his sword, his breathing steady, his expression normal.