Martial Arts Crossover: Infiltrating a Girls' Chat Group at the Start

Dugu Jian thought for a moment and said, "Originally, I wanted you to see my newly accepted disciple and spar with your disciple. But now it seems that before they spar, how about we exchange ideas first?"

Wuming nodded. "I'd also like to see how Brother Jian is different now compared to before. Please!"

The two sat facing each other, not relying on skill to win, but using their hands as swords to counter each other's moves.

The mysterious sword technique clashed with Sword Twenty-Two.

At this point, Dugu Jian had already mastered Sword Twenty-Three, and the previous Sword One to Sword Twenty-Two had also undergone a qualitative change.

Nameless, on the other hand, wielded the Unknown Sword Technique with the Supreme Sword Dao, and fought to a standstill with Sword Twenty-Three.

Now, both of them are trying to break through each other's moves.

But at this point, they were no longer bound by specific moves, and there was no such thing as breaking a move; it was simply a contest between different sword styles.

Before Dugu Jian used his Twenty-Three Sword Techniques, the two were evenly matched.

The sword intent was spreading.

Lin Zhu remained seated, completely unaffected by the impact of the two men's sword intent.

On the contrary, the sword essence of the peerless sword within the body is absorbing these two sword intents, and the sword essence is constantly being honed, becoming even sharper.

Ximen Chuixue, standing behind Dugu Jian, was directly facing the nameless sword intent. He was struggling to maintain his balance, but he still stood straight.

He, too, is honing himself with the nameless sword intent.

Behind Wuming, Jian Chen was in the same situation, but his expression was not as resolute as Ximen Chuixue's.

The sword intent was so powerful that it unconsciously affected reality, making the air sharp and leaving sword marks on the stone table.

Centered on the stone table, sword marks spread outwards in all directions.

Fortunately, Lin Zhu was wearing the Ice Silkworm Armor and had a protective divine skill, so the scattered sword energy was directly filtered by him, leaving only the sword intent upon him.

Ximen Chuixue was in a different state; his clothes were torn into strips, and he was in a tattered and disheveled state.

But his eyes were even brighter, and his sword intent was even purer.

On the other side, Jian Chen circulated his true essence to block the sword energy.

The next moment, Wuming stopped fighting on his own initiative. "Brother Jian, shall we call it a day?"

Dugu Jian sighed. Without using Sword Twenty-Three, in terms of swordsmanship, even if they fought for seven days and seven nights, they would not be able to determine a winner, which was truly a pity.

In this situation, he could only nod and say, "Then let's leave it at that."

Wuming sighed inwardly; in truth, he had still lost.

But it wasn't that he lost to Dugu Jian, but rather that Jian Chen lost to Ximen Chuixue.

Dugu Jian also sensed the sword intent that Ximen Chuixue was unleashing behind him, which was even sharper than before.

As expected of the disciple chosen by the Sword Saint, he is better than the one on the other side.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but burst into laughter inside.

'Nameless, oh Nameless, I must admit you're very strong, but your disciple is nothing special!'

Unlike Lin Zhu, Wuming, and Dugu Jian, Jian Chen only saw Ximen Chuixue's outward dishevelment.

Chapter 332 Sword Saint: I Want to Go to Wudang

"Chen'er, take this young friend Ximen to change his clothes."

"Yes, Master."

Ximen Chuixue cupped his hands and said, "Thank you very much, Senior Wuming. I am grateful for your help, Brother Jianchen."

Thankfully, I didn't call him "Brother Sword".

"Please!" Jian Chen led the way, taking Ximen Chuixue to the room.

Wuming laughed and said, "Brother Jian, you've taken on a good disciple."

"Hahaha!" Dugu Jian said happily, "Wuming, you flatter me. However, Ximen is indeed quite good as well."

Turning to look at Lin Zhu, he thought, "Forget it, I can't compare to this monster."

He himself didn't want to compare himself to Lin Zhu, let alone his own apprentice.

Just compare yourself to Jian Chen; don't make trouble for yourself.

"By the way, I'd like to go to Wudang. What do you think?" Dugu Jian asked, looking at Wuming.

The nameless man's hand holding the teacup trembled involuntarily. Had this old man gotten too cocky? He actually wanted to go to Wudang Mountain!

Then, realizing that since Dugu Jian had already asked, he figured he couldn't dissuade him, "You want to challenge Master Zhang?"

"I want to give it a try." Dugu Jian was somewhat longing for it. He had only used his Sword Twenty-Three against the Heavenly Tribulation. He didn't know if the number one person in the world could withstand his Sword Twenty-Three.

Lin Zhu felt a sharp pain in her teeth. "Senior, I think you'd better not go."

"Why? Do you think I can't beat him?" Dugu Jian was a bit stubborn, but in truth, he himself wasn't confident.

After thinking for a moment, Lin Zhu said, "If you can break through my defenses with the same level of power, senior, then I can barely go up."

"Oh?" Dugu Jian became interested. "Alright, I'll give it a try."

The three figures disappeared from their original spot and arrived in the mountains outside the town.

As soon as Ximen Chuixue and Jian Chen came out, they heard Wuming's voice.

"Come to the back mountain."

Ximen Chuixue looked at Jian Chen, who led the way, "Brother Ximen, follow me."

The two used their lightness skills and arrived at the back mountain in the blink of an eye.

Lin Zhu and Dugu Jian stood facing each other, while Wuming watched the battle from the side.

Is a fight about to break out?

But how did these two end up fighting?

"Sword Saint, you go first."

"Be careful." Dugu Jian didn't hold back. With a flick of his finger, sharp sword energy tore through the air. With a sword cry, it arrived in front of Lin Zhu in the blink of an eye.

Lin Zhu moved his feet, and a Tai Chi diagram rose up beneath his feet, distorting the surrounding force field.

The sword energy twisted and shifted within this force field, unable to get close to Lin Zhu.

Dugu Jian unleashed a series of sharp sword energies from both hands, from Sword One to Sword Twenty-Two.

Lin Zhu adopted a Tai Chi stance with both hands, and the distorted force field became stronger and stronger, even drawing the sword energy into his hands and then pushing it back.

This made even the Sword Saint, who had suppressed his cultivation level, somewhat disheveled as he dodged.

From Sword One to Sword Twenty-Two, the moves changed dozens of times, and Dugu Jian unleashed hundreds of sword energies, but he couldn't harm Lin Zhu in the slightest.

All of them were neutralized by the Tai Chi force field and could not be penetrated at all.

He stopped and asked, "Is this Tai Chi?"

“No.” Lin Zhu shook his head. “It’s just the true meaning of Tai Chi. I met Master Zhang in the capital and received his guidance by chance.”

How does he compare to you?

Dugu Jian's expression turned serious.

"At this moment, Master Zhang is like the bright moon in the sky, while I am but a firefly." Lin Zhu was referring to the present, not the future.

Compared to a terrestrial immortal, isn't a half-step celestial realm cultivator like a firefly compared to the bright moon?

Dugu Jian was a little frustrated. He didn't believe that Zhang Sanfeng was really that powerful, and he wanted to go to Wudang Mountain even more.

“I still want to go,” he said.

A swordsman will not choose to detour just because there is a high mountain in front of him; he will only face the challenge head-on.

Wuming expressed his understanding. Although Ximen Chuixue was surprised, he admired his master even more. This was the quality a swordsman should have.

Seeing that she couldn't persuade him, Lin Zhu stopped trying.

Hopefully, when Dugu Jian uses Sword Twenty-Three, Zhang Sanfeng won't think that Dugu Jian is going to kill him.

That's Sword Twenty-Three: Annihilation of Heaven and Earth, its killing intent is too strong.

Oh right, I should be able to do live streams again then.

Wuming sighed and said, "I'll go and take a look then. I hope Master Zhang won't misunderstand."

He was the person who knew Sword Twenty-Three best, besides Lin Zhu and Dugu Jian. Although he was unwilling to deduce it, he had already foreseen the consequences of using Sword Twenty-Three.

The phrase "annihilating heaven and earth" is not just empty talk.

Dugu Jian has only just grasped the essence of this sword technique. The more advanced the technique becomes, the stronger its killing intent will be. It hasn't been fully developed yet.

That's right, Dugu Jian wants Zhang Sanfeng to help him sharpen his sword, just hope he doesn't break himself in the process.

On Mount Wudang, Zhang Sanfeng was drinking in the back hills, scratching his head every now and then. "Has this old Taoist not washed his hair in a long time? Why is my scalp itchy?"

Dugu Jian was annoyed to hear Wuming say the same thing. "Even you think I'm inferior to Zhang Sanfeng?"

“It’s not just a feeling, it’s a certainty,” Wuming said firmly. “Sword Twenty-Three is very strong, but Master Zhang cannot be judged by ordinary standards.”

Lin Zhu nodded in agreement. He was truly exceptionally strong. Even Wu Xingyun had once said that she was no match for Zhang Sanfeng.

The only thing that can compare to Zhang Sanfeng is his profound internal energy.

Upon hearing Wuming's words, Dugu Jian's sword intent grew even stronger, making him even more eager to go to Wudang Mountain.

But before that, we should let Ximen Chuixue and Jian Chen have a match.

“Nameless, we have known each other for decades. Now that we are evenly matched, how about we, the two disciples, have a contest?”

Ximen Chuixue looked at Jian Chen, his sword intent already uncontrollable.

Jian Chen then looked at Wuming.

Wuming nodded in satisfaction, but shook his head inwardly, "Go ahead and see the style of your peers."

"Yes, Master."

Jian Chen also wanted to make a move. He didn't think Ximen Chuixue was his match. Wuming had already taught him the flaws of the Holy Spirit Sword Technique, so defeating Ximen Chuixue wouldn't be too difficult.