Gu Long: Dominating the Martial Arts World Starting from Transmigrating as A Fei

As soon as Afei drew his sword, the air in the entire Zen temple suddenly turned cold.

The people in the courtyard felt as if their entire bodies were frozen in layers of ice, heavier than lead.

Afei's sword has been imbued with the cold-attribute true energy of the "Mingyu Gong".

It was as if Xinjian had suddenly been nailed to the ground and could no longer move.

He had a gut feeling that if he moved, the sword would pierce his throat.

Bai Xiaosheng shuddered violently and exclaimed:

"The Mingyu Gong!"

Afei glanced at him sideways and said sarcastically:

"It seems the dog is quite knowledgeable, as it can recognize the Mingyu Gong."

Bai Xiaosheng gritted his teeth and said:

"The Mingyu Skill is a closely guarded secret of the Yihua Palace, and they have never accepted male disciples. Where did you learn it from?"

His eyes darted around, then suddenly seemed to remember something, chuckled, and answered his own question:

"You must have learned it by stealing someone else's skills, or maybe you seduced some naive young female disciple from the 'Flower Palace'."

"You took advantage of her body, learned this skill from her, and then harmed her."

"In this way, no one in the world will know where you learned this skill from."

"So cruel and vicious at such a young age, and dares to run wild at 'Shaolin'."

"Today, all of you masters must rid the world of this scourge!"

Ah Fei clapped his hands in admiration and exclaimed:

"With your storytelling skills, you should really go write traditional Chinese novels; they'd definitely be bestsellers!"

The voice from beside the lake sternly proclaimed:

"Enough with the nonsense. Even if the Palace Master of the 'Flower Shifting Palace' were here, what could she do? Do you think I'm afraid?"

"Do you still intend to fight like a cornered beast?"

Ah Fei gave a light snort and said:

"My time to die is not yet here, and you will not spare my life."

Xinhu's gaze remained fixed on Afei's hand. Upon hearing this, she said:

"Very well, let this old monk test your swordsmanship and see if it's as sharp as your tongue!"

He spread his robes and strode forward.

Whether by coincidence or by intention, as he took that step, a deep, resonant bell rang out from afar.

It was like the terrifying, muffled roar of an ancient, colossal beast awakening.

The remaining snow on the ground in the courtyard was swept up by the true energy emanating from Xinhu's body, scattering and drifting away.

Ah Fei, who was under all the pressure, felt as if he were standing under a waterfall.

He felt that he would be crushed by the true energy of the lake of his heart if he was not careful.

Is this the "Formless Divine Skill"?

It truly lives up to its reputation as one of the "Four Great Divine Skills"; the Old Monk Xinhu has definitely mastered it to the eighth level or even higher.

His own seventh-level "Mingyu Gong" was almost no match for it.

"stop!"

Just as Xinhu was suppressing Afei, a loud voice suddenly rang out.

To be able to utter such a shout under the pressure of the "Formless Divine Skill" must mean that one's skill level is not low.

It was Chu Liuxiang who spoke up to stop Xinhu; he had already rushed out of Xinmei Zen Room.

His face still showed signs of sadness, clearly because he was grieving the passing of his good friend.

But at this moment, he obviously didn't want to see Xinhu seriously injured because of a misunderstanding with Afei.

Without turning his head, Xin Hu continued to subdue A Fei while shouting:

"General Chu, there's no need for further words. Today, this old monk will surely rid the place of this evil spirit!"

"I hope that Master Xiang will not ruin his lifelong reputation by mistakenly trusting this evil villain."

Before Xinhu could finish speaking, two monks who looked very old and of high status blocked Chu Liuxiang at the entrance of the meditation room.

One of them said:

"Master Xiang, don't go any further, or my fellow disciples and I will have no choice but to intervene!"

Bai Xiaosheng also advised:

"Master Chu, you'd better keep a close eye on things. Once Master Xinhu gets rid of this little devil, it will be a way of avenging you."

Chu Liuxiang froze, standing still.

He could only watch helplessly as Ah Fei died, his heart filled with anxiety.

Chu Liuxiang had been traveling the martial arts world for over a decade, and he was well aware of the power of Master Xinhu's "Formless Divine Skill".

This is a peerless martial art that, once perfected, makes one invincible.

It is far superior to legendary skills such as "Innate Qi", "Sword Control with Qi", and "Secret Transmission of Sound".

When unleashed, it can stir up a tremendous airflow; a single strike is like a sudden storm, capable of reversing a waterfall.

Although this powerful internal skill is the most energy-consuming of the "Four Great Divine Skills".

But once it is used, there is almost no one in the world who can resist it.

So when he saw Xinhu use the "Formless Divine Skill", he became worried about Afei.

A triumphant smile had already appeared on Bai Xiaosheng's face.

No matter how eloquent or skilled Ah Fei was, he was now practically a dead man.

He had never seen anyone escape from the abbot's grasp at Shaolin Temple, nor had he ever heard of such a person.

Even if Master Xinhu shows mercy and doesn't kill Afei directly, don't forget that he and Xinjian are still nearby.

They could have taken his life before Afei even begged for mercy.

Regardless of whether Afei is a disciple of the "Yihua Palace" or not, and regardless of his sword, Dori, he must die today.

Wait, where's his sword?

When Bai Xiaosheng looked at A Fei again, he suddenly realized that the sword in A Fei's hand had disappeared.

His face turned terrified.

He saw that Xin Jian's figure had frozen in place.

Taking advantage of Xinhu's suppression of Afei, Xinjian stepped forward, intending to take his life.

But at this point, he could not take another step forward, nor could he ever take another step in his life.

Ah Fei's sword was stuck in his throat.

A chilling "heh heh" sound came from Xin Jian's throat.

The feeling of suffocation terrified him; he could only beg for another breath.

But Xin Jian knew, of course, that drawing his sword would only hasten his death.

He was overwhelmed by immense despair.

Seeing Xin Jian fall, Bai Xiaosheng finally realized that he had underestimated A Fei's strength.

Not only him, but no one present expected that A-Fei, who was fighting against Xinhu with all his might, would still have the strength to shoot out a flying sword.

Everyone saw this sword strike.

But no one thought they could escape that cold light.

They all took a half step back, utterly terrified.

The old monk Xinhu cried out in anguish:

"Seventh Junior Brother!"

He glared at Ah Fei, his eyes practically bloodshot, and said fiercely:

"I had intended to spare your life, but you, you villain, have acted so ruthlessly. Today, I will take your life!"

As he spoke, he raised his hand, palm facing out, and struck out at Ah Fei.

As he raised his palm, it was as if the surrounding air was sucked away.

The palm was golden in color, as if another sun had appeared in the dark and gloomy sky.

There was nothing else in everyone's sight but this one palm strike.

The Buddha's light shone brightly, and the chanting of Buddhist hymns was melodious.

No one thought they could survive such a powerful blow.

When Xinhu swung his hand down, everyone saw that although Afei didn't move, the distance between him and his hand instantly shortened.

It was as if he had run into it himself.

It was clear that Ah Fei was about to die at their hands.