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

Xi Ying's Purple Qi Heavenly Net was quite advanced. Centered on it, the surging energy fluctuations were like space constantly expanding outwards. Strands of energy burst forth from his body, weaving into a giant net that enveloped Ximen Chuixue.

This is the Purple Qi Heavenly Net, designed to trap opponents, restricting them in every way, and ultimately trapping them to death.

Unfortunately, his opponent was Ximen Chuixue.

Ximen Chuixue held the sword in his hand with utmost sincerity and faith, firmly believing that his sword could break through everything. Therefore, his sword intent was sharp. When the black-sheathed sword was drawn, his whole body was immediately filled with sword intent.

He swung his longsword upwards, the sharp sword intent driving the sword energy to break through the layers of wispy energy that enveloped him, and then thrust the sword straight at Xi Ying.

His sword was not fast, but very steady. The blade was unpredictable, and he and the sword were one. In an instant, there were dozens of changes. Although it was only one move, Xi Ying felt that the sword had already made dozens of moves. The sword intent locked him firmly, and a cold sweat broke out on his back.

The person before me was not human, but an elusive sword, a killing sword, a swift and decisive sword.

Xi Ying retreated; he had no choice but to retreat. His Purple Qi Heavenly Net was not yet fully developed, and he could not withstand this sword strike. His wisp-like energy had barely touched the sword's edge when it was broken by the sharp sword intent. If he did not retreat, this sword strike would surely pierce him.

He was a cruel, stingy, and life-loving man. When his purple eyes met Ximen Chuixue's resolute gaze, he couldn't help but flinch.

He seemed to see an old rival in Ximen Chuixue's eyes: Song Que, the Heavenly Blade.

But at this moment, Ximen Chuixue was even more pure than Song Que was back then; there was nothing else in his eyes except his sword.

Between advancing and retreating, Xi Ying lost his composure. Despite being a Grandmaster, he dared not challenge Ximen Chuixue's might. He couldn't help but circulate his true energy, his inner strength penetrating the earth. With a wave of his hand, he formed a wall of earth and stone, attempting to block the sword's advance.

But Ximen Chuixue's sword had reached the level of a god; how could a mere earthen wall possibly withstand it?

The sword's edge pierced through the earthen wall, and he flew out, his thrust undiminished in momentum, his sword intent even stronger.

Xi Ying was frightened; the shadow of being hunted down by Song Que years ago returned, and he couldn't help but turn and flee.

The moment he turned around, there was no longer any trace of looking at a stranger in Ximen Chuixue's eyes. With a flick of his sword tip, a beam of sword light flew out as silver light.

The sword light pierced through Xi Ying's protective true essence, penetrating his shoulder blade, and a streak of blood spurted out.

Xi Ying grunted and moved even faster, turning into a purple afterimage and disappearing into the horizon.

While Bi Shouxuan and Lin Zhu were exchanging internal energy, Bi Shouxuan saw Xi Ying retreating out of the corner of his eye. His pupils contracted, and he also had the idea of ​​retreating.

He's already struggling to deal with Lin Zhu; if another Ximen Chuixue, who can force Xi Ying to retreat, comes along, he'll probably lose his life here.

However, this young man in front of me is really powerful. His internal energy is profound and enduring. In the clash of internal energy, he can actually go toe-to-toe with me. Moreover, the nature of his true energy is strange. His own internal energy is draining away very quickly. It seems that I can't win the fight.

Then, a plan suddenly came to mind.

"Cough~!" He coughed up phlegm, a mouthful of phlegm that had been accumulating for years was spurted out, and under the effect of his true energy, it formed droplets of water that shot straight toward Lin Zhu's face.

Lin Zhu was dumbfounded. How could there be such a disgusting person? And he was supposed to be a Grandmaster. He dared not grab Bi Shouxuan's wrist again. He subconsciously unleashed his true energy, and everything around him slowed down. He pushed forward with both palms and flew away just as the old man was about to attack.

With a flick of his sleeve, a gust of wind swept through, and drops of phlegm were repelled in mid-air, shooting straight towards Bi Shouxuan.

Pi Shouxuan also felt disgusted, so of course he wouldn't take such a disgusting move. He quickly dodged and ran away without looking back.

He caught a glimpse of Shan Wanjing out of the corner of his eye. He had intended to kidnap her, but fearing that he would be delayed and unable to escape, he left an afterimage in place before his voice came from afar, "This time I admit defeat. Goodbye forever."

Shan Wanjing witnessed this scene clearly and was completely dumbfounded.

Ximen Chuixue also noticed this place. Even he found it somewhat unbelievable. That was a veteran grandmaster. Although he was a member of the Demonic Sect, was this really appropriate?

Even more dumbfounded than Lin Zhu, Ximen Chuixue, and Shan Wanjing was Bian Bufu, who found himself left behind and about to escape from the clutches of four top experts.

Is this how you betray your teammates? Leaving without even saying goodbye beforehand?

Chu Liuxiang and Lu Xiaofeng blocked his path from the front and back, while Lin Zhu and Ximen Chuixue stood on the left and right sides, and he was surrounded.

He subtly shifted his body, trying to escape.

Lu Xiaofeng: "Senior, where are you going?"

Chu Liuxiang: "Isn't it a bit impolite to leave without saying goodbye?"

They were being dominated before, but now they've finally seized their opportunity.

Having heard of Bian Bufu's reputation, Ximen Chuixue was even more determined not to let him go.

As for Lin Zhu, he chuckled and said, "The three of you will cover for me; I'll take care of him." With that, he slowly stepped forward, a layer of mist surrounding him.

Bian Bufu involuntarily took two steps back, "Don't come any closer!"

"Die!" Lin Zhu roared, striking out with his palm. Strands of clouds flew out, locking in the thick clouds and quickly surrounding Bian Bufu, blocking his retreat.

He then turned around and struck again with his palm, tearing through the sky and dispersing the clouds and mist that had been locked up by the heavy clouds, creating a huge passage.

The moves were fluid and incredibly fast, leaving Bian Bufu with no choice but to parry them.

One of the pair of silver rings in his hand was in Lu Xiaofeng's possession, so he had no choice but to throw the only silver ring away with all his might.

The two forces clashed, and the clouds dispersed.

Bian Bufu was forced back, his internal organs shaken by the fierce palm strike, and his chest felt tight. He wanted to retreat and used the force to escape.

"Trying to run?" Lin Zhu wouldn't allow it. He used the Lingbo Weibu technique to unleash extreme speed, his hands moving like dragons, gathering clouds and mist, generating illusory energy. With a move called Cloud Sea Waves, he approached Bian Bufu. His palm strike was gentle, seemingly hastily launched to stop him from escaping.

Bian Bufeng subconsciously didn't want to resist. He thought to himself that taking this blow wouldn't kill him, but staying would definitely kill him. So he concentrated all his true energy in his back, trying to withstand the blow and then use the force to escape.

Unexpectedly, the sea of ​​clouds and waves changed completely in the next moment, and the move, which was originally a combination of strength and gentleness, turned into an extremely powerful and fierce overwhelming force.

'Oh no!' he thought in alarm, but it was too late.

Lin Zhu struck him on the back with a palm strike, the kind with restrained force. The palm strike directly shattered his protective true essence, and the fierce Void Cloud Force entered his body, causing him to cough up blood, his upper body meridians to break, and his spine to snap with a crack.

His internal organs were even shattered by the force of the palm strike.

He screamed and flew out, rolling several times on the ground before spitting out another mouthful of blood.

Taking advantage of the situation, Lin Zhu quickly reached out and tapped twice from a distance, temporarily protecting his heart meridian. Then he said to Shan Wanjing, "It's up to you now. Take revenge while it's hot, or you'll be dead soon."

At this moment, Shan Wanjing's body was trembling with excitement and elation.

She suppressed her emotions and said to Lin Zhu, "Thank you." Then she drew her sword and stepped forward, her hatred and killing intent seemingly tangible.

Lu Xiaofeng came to Lin Zhu's side and asked, "Who is this girl? She has such great hatred."

"Why are you asking so many questions about a friend?" Having spent a long time with Lu Xiaofeng, he no longer spoke so politely, showing no sign of being a stranger.

Although he is constantly surrounded by troubles, he is undeniably a very loyal friend, and he is a worthwhile friend to have.

"It seems this girl is a pitiful person." Chu Liuxiang also walked forward slowly, looking at Shan Wanjing, and couldn't help but feel a sense of sympathy.

Seeing Chu Liuxiang approach, Lin Zhu took two steps back without thinking, keeping her distance from him.

Noticing this, Chu Liuxiang's face twitched twice, and he explained, "Brother Lin, I think there might be some misunderstanding between us, which I can explain."

"No, no, no, just stay away from me." Whenever Lin Zhu saw Chu Liuxiang, he would recall the way Chu Liuxiang looked at him that day, and he would instinctively get goosebumps.

That's so damn touching.

Chu Liuxiang froze, standing rooted to the spot. This was the first time he had ever seen someone look at him with disdain.

It's really awkward.

Lu Xiaofeng originally wanted to see how Shan Wanjing would take revenge on Bian Bufu, but at this moment he found Chu Liuxiang more interesting, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously turned up, without the slightest feeling of embarrassment for him.

Chu Liuxiang couldn't stay there any longer. He broke free from his petrified state, sighed inwardly, and cupped his hands, saying, "I apologize for my rudeness. I shall take my leave now."

He felt that he should not see Lin Zhu again. He originally wanted to face the shadow, but unexpectedly, the shadow did not want to face him.

"I'll go with you, Brother Chu." Lu Xiaofeng's emotional intelligence was indeed high; he put his arm around Chu Liuxiang's shoulder and was about to leave.

Chu Liuxiang stiffened. "Well, Brother Lu, I can walk by myself."

Lu Xiaofeng noticed Chu Liuxiang stiffen slightly. "Seriously, Brother Chu? I just touched your shoulder, and you're reacting so strongly! We're both men, what's there to be afraid of? It's not like men and women shouldn't touch each other. Or are you really hiding something? Hehe!"

"Brother Lu, you must be joking." Chu Liuxiang's smile was somewhat forced.

"Forget it, forget it, you rascal!" Lu Xiaofeng shook his head and took his hand off Chu Liuxiang's shoulder.

The two used their light-footed skills to walk towards the wedding procession.

Lin Zhu breathed a sigh of relief, then looked at Shan Wanjing.

Chapter 50 The Filial Daughter Shan Wanjing

At this moment, Shan Wanjing only had eyes for Bian Bufu.

She walked slowly forward. She had originally intended to tear him to pieces, but at this moment, her feelings were somewhat complicated.

"Give me, give me a good pain, a quick one," Bian Bufu said with difficulty.

Lin Zhu's palm strike completely shattered his life force, yet he also used the special technique of the Tianshan Plum Blossom Hand to preserve a faint trace of life, allowing him to barely keep breathing.

Upon hearing his voice, Shan Wanjing no longer hesitated. She slashed down with her sword, the blade sharp. Bian Bufu's eyes widened, and blood spurted from his crotch.

"Aaaaaah! You, you, you!"

He was castrated, but he never expected to suffer this torment before his death.

Then they heard Shan Wanjing slowly say, "I'll cut off your wicked manhood, so you can be a eunuch in your next life."

Lin Zhu said calmly, "A person like him won't have a next life. If he really becomes a ghost, he'll go through the eighteen levels of hell eighteen times."

"That's true." Shan Wanjing nodded in agreement.

"Who are you? I've never seen you before. What grudge do you hold against me that you would do this to me?" Bian Bufeng was still conscious. The excruciating pain of emptiness in his lower body dealt him a double blow, both physically and mentally. In his agitation, he could speak fluently.

“My mother’s name is Shan Meixian.” As Shan Wanjing finished speaking, Bian Bufu’s eyes widened, and he was about to say something.

A flash of sword light appeared, and Bian Bufu's head separated from his body, rolling to the side, his eyes wide open in death.

After Shan Wanjing unleashed this sword strike, she felt a sense of clarity, and a tear rolled down her cheek.

His aura began to fluctuate, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth gathered around him. In the next moment, he broke through that bottleneck and reached the Grandmaster realm.

Ximen Chuixue said calmly, "She was a promising talent for swordsmanship, what a pity."

Lin Zhu asked, "What's a pity?"

"It's a pity I realized it too late." Ximen Chuixue shook his head and slowly walked forward.

Lin Zhu shook his head. He didn't understand what Ximen Chuixue meant. He walked up to Shan Wanjing, pointed at Bian Bufu's corpse, and asked, "What do you plan to do with it?"

“Wrap the head up and show it to my mother. Throw the rest into the ravine to feed the wolves or the wild boars.”

After saying that, he took out a piece of cloth from the storage space and wrapped it around Bian Bufu's head.

Then, Lin Zhu heard a "ding" sound.

[Ding, Shan Wanjing has sent a dead body to Shan Meixian.]