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

Chapter 84 Celestial Immortal Kills Grandmaster

Gu Guanqi unleashed a sword strike, his figure flashing away like mist.

The sword light flashed like a bolt of lightning, and the Autumn Water Sword drew a cool arc in the air.

"Overestimating yourself!"

Liu Xuan sneered, lightly lifted his right foot, and then stomped down suddenly.

With one foot landing, the bluestone slab shattered, and fragments of stone flew everywhere.

But the power of that kick was far more than that. The moment his foot landed, an invisible leg force shot up from the ground, like an earth dragon traveling underground, and in the blink of an eye it reached Gu Guanqi's feet.

Gu Guanqi took a step forward with light, agile movements, and dodged the leg force that shot up from the ground. The leg force grazed the sole of his boot and struck a crumbling wall behind him. With a loud crash, the blue brick wall collapsed, scattering broken bricks and stones all over the ground.

Liu Xuan gave him no chance to catch his breath, kicking out repeatedly with his right leg.

One leg, two legs, three legs—a dense array of leg prints attacked Gu Guanqi from all directions. Some came from the front, some swept from the side, some slashed down from above, and some sprang up from the ground. These leg prints, some real, some illusory, some fast, some slow, intertwined and layered, like hundreds of iron whips lashing out simultaneously, completely blocking Gu Guanqi's escape routes in all directions.

Gu Guanqi's expression was solemn. The Autumn Water Sword spun in his hand, its light like a bolt of lightning, weaving an impenetrable sword barrier around him. "Boom!"

The sword tip precisely targeted the weakest point of each leg imprint.

The clanging of metal against metal was incessant as swords clashed with leg strikes, sending sparks flying. Leg marks struck by the sword tips burst open like bubbles, vanishing without a trace.

But there were too many leg prints.

One path breaks, two more appear; ten paths break, a hundred arrive.

Although Gu Guanqi's swordsmanship was exquisite, his opponent's leg strength was like an endless tide. Every time he broke through a leg imprint, a new leg imprint would appear to fill the gap, endlessly, as if it were indefinite.

The area covered by the sword was shrinking little by little, and he was retreating step by step. The force of each of those footprints was heavier than the last, making his arms numb, and the Autumn Water Sword hummed incessantly in his hand.

Liu Xuan stood with his hands behind his back, kicking repeatedly with his right foot in a relaxed posture, as if it were just a casual gesture and he had not used his full strength at all.

A slight smile played on his lips as he said, "I've heard that your swordsmanship is exceptionally skillful, capable of striking after the opponent has moved, and that you can defeat your enemies with almost no move that can't be broken. Now that I see it, it's truly well-deserved. Yue Xiaotian's death at your hands is no injustice."

However, it's a pity you don't understand what a grandmaster is, or what the grand strategy is. You should have just run away.

As soon as he finished speaking, his eyes suddenly sharpened.

He stomped out with his right foot, landing hard on the ground.

"boom-

""

A deep, resounding boom shook the entire courtyard. The sound didn't originate from the ground, but rather came from all directions simultaneously, as if everything in the world resonated at that moment.

An invisible pressure emanated from Liu Xuan, like a mountain pressing down or a deep sea hanging upside down. It was not internal force, nor true qi, but a kind of power—a power capable of breaking through all things.

In an instant, the Lin family members around felt their breath catch in their throats.

The surrounding air seemed to freeze at that moment.

Liu Xuan took a step forward, his figure rising from the ground.

His body flipped in the air, his right leg rose high, and then he slashed down suddenly.

In that instant, a huge leg print appeared in the void.

The footprint was over ten feet long, its entire body a bluish-gray, solid and tangible, resembling a giant foot descending from the sky. Wherever the footprint passed, the air was torn apart, emitting a sharp whistling sound, and the pebbles on the ground were swept up by the strong wind, flying to both sides.

Gu Guanqi's pupils suddenly contracted.

He didn't have time to think. He raised the Autumn Water Sword from bottom to top, the tip of the sword piercing straight towards the huge leg print.

Dugu Nine Swords, Qi-Breaking Style!

The moment the sword tip touched the leg mark, there was a "clang".

A crisp, metallic clang rang out.

Gu Guanqi felt an overwhelming force surge from the sword, so powerful that his entire right arm went numb instantly. Under the immense pressure, the Autumn Water Sword bent sharply into an astonishing arc, as if it would break at any moment.

At the same moment, "Liu Xuan" launched a flying kick that pierced through the air.

That kick had no fancy variations, just a simple straight kick, but even before the leg arrived, the force of the wind was already hitting you like a tangible force, and the terrifying energy had already begun to build up.

Gu Guanqi's pupils contracted slightly, and his Purple Cloud True Qi circulated wildly, pouring into the sword and erupting instantly.

"Buzz"

The Autumn Water Sword straightened, and Gu Guanqi was sent flying backward by the force of the recoil.

With a sudden, light step, he took a step forward.

His figure became ethereal and uncertain in that instant, like a wisp of smoke blown away by the wind, or like ripples spreading on the surface of water. He seemed to be still in the same place, but he had already drifted away.

With feet planted on the Kan position, body shifts to the Li position, left foot lands on the Zhen position, right foot lifts to the Dui position. Each step subtly corresponds to the number of the sixty-four hexagrams, body movements are unpredictable, sometimes left, sometimes right, sometimes forward, sometimes backward, leaving faint afterimages in the setting sun.

In the blink of an eye, he had already reached the top of a large locust tree to the side.

He lightly touched the highest horizontal branch with his toes, and the branch slumped slightly before springing up to steadily support his body.

As the evening breeze blew, the treetops swayed gently, and his body swayed slightly as well, yet he moved as if on flat ground, perfectly still. The red glow of the setting sun shone down from above, making him look like a celestial being in a painting, his robes fluttering, otherworldly and ethereal.

And in that instant, Liu Xuan's leg had already arrived.

The leg strike, carrying an overwhelming force, slammed into the house behind where Gu Guanqi had originally stood.

"Boom!"

A deafening roar, like a thunderbolt striking the ground.

The room exploded the moment the leg struck it; the blue bricks were crushed into dust, the beams were torn into wood chips, and the tiles turned into countless fragments, as if it had been burst open from the inside by an invisible giant hand.

The entire house was completely destroyed by that kick, with broken bricks and tiles flying everywhere, and smoke and dust obscuring the sky. Everything within a radius of several feet was reduced to dust.

The shockwave from the explosion swept outwards in all directions, overturning the surrounding ruins once again. Pebbles shot out like projectiles, hitting the courtyard walls with a "crackling" sound, leaving behind a dense array of craters.

The wind blew away the dust, and the wing room had become a ruin. Among the broken walls and rubble, piles of broken bricks and tiles formed a small mountain, with only a few broken beams still standing askew, swaying precariously in the wind.

The entire room fell silent.

The Lin family members stared at the ruins, their faces pale, not daring to utter a sound.

This is the power of a grandmaster.

A single kick can destroy a house.

Liu Xuan landed back on the ground, standing with his hands behind his back, calm and collected. He slightly raised his head to look at Gu Guanqi and exclaimed in admiration, "I never imagined you possessed such superb lightness skill. It's rare, truly rare. Lightness skill, swordsmanship, medical skills, hidden weapons, and even sonic attacks—Gu Guanqi, you are the most talented person I have ever met!"

At this moment, a strong wind arose, rustling the branches and leaves of the locust tree and stirring up dust.

Liu Xuan sighed and said calmly, "It's a pity you're unlucky. With your lightness skill, you could have survived if you had escaped directly. But now, even the heavens aren't on your side. You're going to die here today!"

At this moment, Lin Huaiyuan's expression changed drastically, and he said urgently, "Hero Gu, run! The Seven Deadly Whirlwind Kick grows stronger with the wind, increasing in power with the wind. The stronger the wind, the faster the kick; the fiercer the wind, the more powerful the kick—"

As he spoke, Lin Huaiyuan pointed a finger out from a distance, unleashing a burst of energy in an attempt to intercept "Liu Xuan".

But "Liu Xuan" moved.

His figure moved like a ghost, leaving a trail of afterimages in his wake before his true form soared into the air. His legs kicked out alternately in the air at incredible speed, each kick leaving a bluish-gray leg mark in the air.

The first kick left a leg mark like a knife, slashing horizontally.

The second leg, with a footprint like a hammer, slammed down on his head.

The third leg, its imprint like a whip, swept across the battlefield.

Fourth leg, fifth leg, sixth leg —

The footprints became more numerous, denser, and faster. They intertwined, overlapped, and split in the air, transforming into a vast, all-encompassing net that sealed off all of Gu Guanqi's escape routes.

What's most terrifying is that this giant net is still shrinking.

The wind picked up.

The wind howled, causing the locust trees to sway wildly and sending pebbles and withered leaves flying everywhere. Liu Xuan's leg strength surged with the wind, each kick becoming three times stronger and faster than the last.

The footprints became more solid and sharp in the wind, the sound of them cutting through the air sharp and piercing, like the wailing of a hundred ghosts, like a volley of arrows.

Gu Guanqi stood atop a treetop, his pupils filled with bluish-gray leg shadows, overwhelming and obscuring the sky.

In that instant, he pushed off with his feet, unleashing the Golden Goose Skill, his figure soaring into the sky like a wild goose spreading its wings. His body rapidly ascended in the air, one zhang, two zhang, three zhang—borrowing strength from the void, walking on air, each step on invisible air, yet as if walking on flat ground.

The essence of the Golden Goose Skill lies in using leverage in mid-air and in vertical ascent. At this moment, Gu Guanqi used it to its fullest extent, his figure soaring upwards, as if climbing a ladder to heaven, rapidly rising in the air.

Liu Xuan's leg print exploded beneath his feet, creating a series of loud booms. Blue bricks shattered, houses collapsed, and the entire courtyard was devastated in an instant by the force of the leg.

Gu Guanqi was already in the air.

He climbed to a high place, and his body paused slightly.

At that moment, the setting sun fell right behind him.

As dusk settled in the sky, half of the red sun had already sunk behind the mountains, leaving only half of the setting sun hanging in the sky, casting its last rays upon the world.

Gu Guanqi's figure appeared precisely in the center of that setting sun.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone from behind him, bathing him in a golden glow, as if he were draped in a golden battle robe. The evening breeze rustled his robes and long hair.

He stood in mid-air, long sword in hand, looking down from above.

At that moment, he seemed not to be a person, but a god descending from the sky—an immortal who came riding on the sun.

The sword is drawn, and a celestial being descends from the heavens.

The moment the Autumn Water Sword was drawn, its light was like a bolt of silk, but it was not the usual silvery white; rather, it was a light that was almost transparent and so pure that it had no impurities whatsoever.

The sword light carried no murderous intent, no ferocity, only an ethereal, otherworldly charm, as if it were not a sword to kill, but a wisp of cloud drifting from the heavens, a snowflake falling from the ninth heaven, or a ray of starlight cascading from the Milky Way.

Where the sword flashed, the air was torn apart, but it was not a sharp whistling sound, but a clear, melodious hum, like celestial music.

A celestial being descending from the heavens, a sword strike of unparalleled beauty.

At this moment, Gu Guanqi arrived as the sun set, his long sword pointing directly at "Liu Xuan".

His figure plummeted rapidly in the afterglow of the setting sun, his robes fluttering and his long hair flying. The Autumn Water Sword seemed to come alive in his hand, its blade gleaming with a crystalline luster, and a piercingly cold glint gathered at its tip.

That was the sword energy he had condensed into all his power, contained and unleashed, waiting only to unleash its full force the moment it touched the enemy.

Liu Xuan looked up at the figure descending from the sky.

The sword rapidly magnified in his pupils.

It's not that he didn't want to dodge, it's not that he didn't want to block.

But that sword was too fast; it was so fast that the moment his thought arose, the sword was already upon him.

That sword strike was so beautiful that he felt an almost irresistible urge to dodge it.

That is the ultimate in swordsmanship, the ultimate in beauty, and the ultimate in killing.

Three extremes, fused into one sword.

The force and intent of this sword strike were overwhelming, and he was unable to dodge it!

"Break it!"

In that instant, "Liu Xuan" let out a hysterical roar.

He no longer held back, pouring all his life's strength into his legs, lifting them from bottom to top, with his left leg following closely behind. His legs alternated kicking out in the air, so fast that afterimages appeared.

The densely packed leg energy intertwined, merged, and coalesced, transforming into a massive leg imprint that was at least two zhang long.

The footprint was solid, bluish-gray in color, with a faint, swirling light on its surface. Wherever the footprint passed, the air was compressed into a visible ripple, and the pebbles on the ground were whipped up by the strong wind and crushed into dust in mid-air.

This is a master's kick, the ultimate condensation of Zhou Jinyuan's martial arts cultivation, and the pinnacle of the Seven Absolute Whirlwind Kick.

A flash of sword light, a footprint of a leg.

One descended from the sky, and the other rose from the earth.

They collided in mid-air.

"boom""

A deafening roar, as if the sky had collapsed and the earth had split open.

The sound was so loud that it shook the entire Jinxiu Manor, made everyone's eardrums buzz, and seemed to echo in the distant mountains.

The already dilapidated walls in the courtyard collapsed completely at this moment, and broken bricks and tiles flew in all directions like raindrops.

A blinding light exploded at the point of impact, like a small sun rising in the sky.

After the light faded, a shockwave as powerful as a tidal wave swept through the area.

The shockwave spread outwards from the point of impact in all directions, knocking down walls, overturning houses, uprooting trees, and carving deep trenches into the ground.

The Lin family members were thrown about by the shockwave, and several who were close by were thrown out and crashed into the wall in the distance, spitting out blood.

Smoke and dust filled the air, and pebbles flew everywhere, making it impossible to see anything.

After a long time, the smoke and dust finally began to dissipate.

The dust has settled.

Red sunlight pierced through the clouds, spilling across the ravaged courtyard and turning everything a fiery red.

In the center of the courtyard, two people stood back to back, three zhang apart.

Gu Guanqi stood holding his sword, the Autumn Water Sword hanging at his side, its tip pointing diagonally at the ground.

Three zhang behind him, "Liu Xuan" stood still, motionless.

The human skin mask on his face had been torn and fallen off, revealing his true face, which was none other than Zhou Jinyuan, the Swift Wind Divine Leg.

The wind blew, ruffling his robes and hair.

Then his robes began to tear.

Not just one place, but dozens.

From his chest to his waist and abdomen, from his shoulders to his arms, from his thighs to his calves, dozens of fine wounds opened simultaneously, and blood seeped from the wounds, instantly staining his clothes red.

The wounds were not deep, but there were many of them, each one cut precisely onto the meridians, as if measured with a ruler.

Zhou Jinyuan's pupils were filled with disbelief.

Then, his body began to sway.

First, his shoulders tilted, then his knees buckled, and he slowly leaned forward as if his spine had been removed.

"Bang"

He knelt on both knees, amidst the rubble and dust. His gray hair fell loose, obscuring most of his face, making his expression unreadable. Blood dripped from his body onto the ground, pooling into a dark red puddle in the sunlight.

He knelt there, managing to utter with difficulty, "What kind of swordsmanship is this?"

"A celestial being descending from the heavens!"