Martial Arts Crossover: My Master is Huang Rong

Duan Yanqing's former subordinates and assassins, who had been observing from the sidelines, drew their weapons upon hearing the order and charged towards Duan Zhengming's guards like wolves and tigers.

The scene instantly spiraled out of control, turning into a chaotic brawl.

"Protect the Emperor! Protect the Princess!"

Although the guards of the Dali Palace were shocked by Master Yideng's sudden change of heart, they had no choice but to fight to the death in this life-or-death situation.

After a brief period of confusion, the warrior monks of Tenryu-ji Temple, led by several high-ranking monks filled with grief and indignation, picked up their clubs and joined the battle to protect the king and cleanse the temple of its inhabitants.

Shouts of battle and the clash of weapons resounded through the sky.

Lin Xuan was in the eye of the storm, yet he seemed to handle Yi Chen's fierce attacks with ease.

In the brief interval between his responses, he quickly scanned the entire arena out of the corner of his eye.

In the distance, Zhong Ling and Mu Wanqing, not being members of the Dali royal family, stood further away, hiding behind a huge red-lacquered pillar. They were not caught in the center of the battle and were temporarily safe.

On the other side, Princess Qingxiang was surrounded by a large group of loyal armored guards, forming an impenetrable fortress. Although Duan Zhengming was injured, he still had the skills and was commanding the troops with composure.

Finding that there were no worries, Lin Xuan regained his composure.

"Lin Xuan, take this!"

Before the person arrives, the finger points out.

This time, the One-Finger Divine Skill no longer possessed the balanced and peaceful true energy of the past, but instead exhibited a strange and eerie aura.

"Chucky!"

Several finger strikes blocked all of Lin Xuan's escape routes.

Lin Xuan swayed slightly, his footwork subtly conforming to the Nine Palaces and Eight Trigrams, weaving through the dense finger winds like a ghost.

"boom!"

Seeing that his finger strikes missed, Yi Chen was not discouraged. He pressed forward, changing his finger strikes into a palm strike, and unleashed a powerful and unparalleled palm strike that pressed down like a tidal wave.

"Good timing!"

Instead of retreating, Lin Xuan advanced, his palms seemingly floating out, but at the instant his palms met, a strange rotating force suddenly erupted.

The Great Shift of Heaven and Earth!

Yi Chen felt as if her palm strike had hit a rapidly spinning top, and the immense force uncontrollably slid to the side.

"boom!"

The palm strike, which had been deflected, slammed into a nearby stone lion, instantly shattering it into pieces and sending fragments flying.

The soldiers fighting fiercely around them were so frightened by this scene that they all gave way. Many of them were horrified: This is not a fight between humans, but a battle between gods!

Yi Chen deeply resented Lin Xuan.

Because when he first started trying to control his body from going crazy, it was Lin Xuan who repeatedly ruined his plans.

New and old grudges surged into his heart, and his anger only fueled his madness.

"Die! Die! Die!"

With a furious expression, he resembled a mad tiger, completely abandoning defense and employing a style of play that resulted in mutual destruction.

His One-Finger Divine Skill had already surpassed the level of everyone in the Dali Duan clan. With each flick of his finger, the air would explode with a loud bang, its power so great that it could even pierce through steel.

The two figures moved so fast it was dazzling.

The blows started from the center of the square, went up to the steps of the main hall, and then from the steps to the roof.

Two figures darted and leaped among the layers of eaves and brackets of Tianlong Temple, the tiles flying off with the force of their movements and falling like raindrops.

"This mad monk's internal strength is actually 30% higher than that of the normal Yideng!"

Lin Xuan thought to himself.

A normal Master Yideng would be cautious, leaving room for maneuver in his actions, and would also need to be distracted by suppressing his inner demons.

But this angry outburst was completely unrestrained, releasing all its potential, making it even more troublesome.

But it's just a tricky situation.

Lin Xuan was protected by the "Innate Skill", deflected force with the "Great Shift of Heaven and Earth", and had the "Yin Yang Supplementing Skill" continuously replenishing his energy.

Faced with Yi Chen's fierce and relentless attacks, he remained as steadfast as a reef in the ocean, no matter how strong the wind and waves.

"Is that all you've got? All you can do is bite like a mad dog?" Lin Xuan mocked as he used his lightness skill to traverse the rooftop.

He was trying to provoke Yi Zhu, looking for a bigger weakness.

Sure enough, Yi Chen was provoked into screaming, her eyes turning bloodshot.

"You bastard! You dare to lecture me?!"

Yi Chen abruptly stopped, standing atop the highest eaves of the main hall, looking down at Lin Xuan.

"The Great Shift of Heaven and Earth! What a wonderful martial art! Truly amazing!"

Panting heavily, Yi Chen revealed a ferocious smile: "To withstand so many of my One-Finger Divine Skill moves without being defeated, you have every reason to be proud. However, the game ends here."

He slowly raised his hands, his fingers spread wide, and a terrifying, suffocating aura gathered around him.

The surrounding air seemed to freeze at that moment, and even the wind stopped moving.

"The One-Finger Divine Skill in this world may not be able to break your Qiankun Great Shift, but I want to see if you can withstand the supreme martial art of the Dali Duan family—the Invisible Qi Sword! The Six Meridian Divine Sword!"

Chapter 222: With you guys?

Atop the main hall of Tenryu-ji Temple, a fierce wind howled.

As Yi Chen's violent and murderous voice still echoed in the air, he pressed his thumbs to his little fingers and unleashed a torrent of internal energy. In an instant, several invisible sword energies shot out like arrows, accompanied by a piercing sound, blocking all of Lin Xuan's escape routes from various unbelievable angles.

"Hiss hiss hiss hiss hiss hiss!"

The air seemed to be shattered into pieces by these invisible blades, emitting a piercing shriek.

When Yi Chen wielded the Six Meridians Divine Sword at this moment, it possessed a devastating and violent power.

The sword energy swept across the land like a laser beam, turning everything in its path, from solid glazed tiles to heavy eaves, into dust in an instant.

Faced with this overwhelming net of swords, everyone below paled. If it were them, they would probably be cut into pieces in an instant.

However, Lin Xuan, who was in the center of the Sword Network, showed no sign of panic.

"Excellent swordsmanship! It's just a pity that it's executed too crudely!"

Lin Xuan let out a long laugh, and his footsteps became unpredictable and erratic.

With Lingbo Weibu fully unleashed, her figure instantly transformed into an elusive white shadow, weaving and darting through the dense gaps in the sword energy.

A "Shaoshang Sword" powerful enough to cut through metal and stone grazed past his sleeve, blasting a stone beast statue behind him in two, leaving a smooth, mirror-like cut.

Lin Xuan flashed and appeared perfectly at the other side of the eaves, unharmed. He even had the leisure to dust off his sleeves and commented, "The power is indeed impressive. If this hits a person, it will leave a hole in them. It's just a pity that if it can't hit anyone, no matter how powerful it is, it's all for naught."

Seeing that her attack had missed, Yi Chen's anger flared even more.

He was already a top master in the world, and now that he has taken over the body of this lamp, his inner strength is so profound that few can rival him.

His eyes were bloodshot as he roared repeatedly, "Hide? Let's see how long you can hide!"

He flicked his fingers repeatedly, unleashing a torrent of true energy as if it were free.

The Shaoshang sword is expansive and powerful, like a thunderbolt from the blue; the Shangyang sword is ingenious and agile, elusive and unpredictable; the Zhongchong sword is majestic and imposing; the Guanchong sword is clumsy and ancient; the Shaoze sword comes and goes suddenly; the Shaochong sword is light and swift.

In an instant, the entire rooftop was as if it had been washed by an invisible downpour, with sword energy crisscrossing and frantically chasing after Lin Xuan's figure.

Lin Xuan strolled leisurely amidst the rain of swords. Despite the seemingly impenetrable attack, he seemed to have a premonition of the future, always managing to dodge the sword energy by the slightest margin at the last moment.

"Are you the only one who knows how to use the Six Meridian Divine Sword?"

Lin Xuan suddenly stopped, no longer dodging. He looked at Yi Chen, who seemed to have gone mad, and a cold smile appeared on his lips: "Since you want to play with sword energy, then I'll show you what the real Six Meridians Divine Sword is!"

Before he finished speaking, Lin Xuan suddenly stretched out his hands, his ten fingers moving so fast that it was impossible to see his finger movements.

"Om-"

A deep hum suddenly rang out, followed by a continuous series of sword cries.

The sword energy that Lin Xuan shot out from his fingertips was not as scattered and violent as Yi Chen's, but was extremely condensed.

Each sword aura seemed to have a tangible substance, even creating faint ripples visible to the naked eye in the air.

"break!"

Lin Xuan pressed out with his right thumb, and an incomparably powerful sword aura emerged from the sea like a dragon, directly meeting Yi Chen's heavy blow.

"boom!"

Two invisible sword energies collided violently in mid-air, unleashing a deafening roar.

Yi Chen's sword energy instantly dissipated, while Lin Xuan's sword energy, still powerful, shot straight towards Yi Chen's face!

"what?!"

Yi Chen was taken aback and hurriedly turned her head to dodge in a flustered manner.

Before he could even react, Lin Xuan's offensive surged forth like a mighty river.

At this moment, Lin Xuan seemed to have transformed into the Thousand-Hand Guanyin, wielding his hands with ease. The six sword techniques of the Six Meridians Divine Sword were no longer independent moves in his hands, but were perfectly integrated together.

The lightness of the Shaoze sword and the unpredictability of the Shangyang sword complement each other, while the power of the Zhongchong sword and the antiquity of the Guanchong sword enhance each other.

The sword light emanating from his fingertips was far more solid and powerful than that of Yi Chen, who had been immersed in this art for many years!

"Chucky!"

Lin Xuan's sword energy surged like a tsunami, instantly turning the tables and tearing the sword net that Yi Chen had just woven to shreds.

This is not only a contest of internal strength, but also a crushing defeat of the level of "Six Meridian Divine Sword".

Lin Xuan possesses numerous unparalleled martial arts skills, and his understanding of martial arts has long surpassed the ordinary.

In his hands, the Six Meridians Divine Sword gained an extra touch of fluidity and naturalness.

They were like celestial beings!

Yi Chen was forced to switch from offense to defense, and was forced to retreat step by step under the suppression of Lin Xuan's terrifying sword energy. His originally arrogant face finally revealed extreme fear.

"Impossible! This is absolutely impossible!"

While frantically unleashing her sword energy to defend herself, Yi Chen hysterically roared, "That old ghost Kurong only showed you the sword manual a few days ago? How could you possibly have mastered it? Even if you could, how could you possibly be more proficient than me?!"

He is not willing!

He is Master Yideng's inner demon, possessing decades of martial arts memories and experience from the Southern Emperor. He believes that apart from those few old monsters, no one in the world can rival him.

But now, in front of a young man, in the family's most prized skill, he was completely outmatched!

Looking at the mentally broken, crazed monk before him, Lin Xuan calmly said, "Martial arts training requires talent. In the face of talent, the length of time spent is meaningless."

These words are like killing someone and destroying their spirit.

Lin Xuan's eyes sharpened, and he said no more.

He extended both hands in a sword-like gesture, channeling his powerful internal energy into his fingertips.

"Swipe!"

Several extremely sharp sword energies instantly pierced through Yi Chen's defensive circle.

She stumbled backward, her footing faltering, and she swayed as she retreated.

He clutched his wound, the blood staining his tattered robe, and his once arrogant demeanor instantly diminished.

The battle on the high ground has already been decided, and the situation on the ground below is beginning to show a one-sided trend.

Although Duan Zhengming's royal guards did not have an absolute numerical advantage, their morale was high at this moment.

With the addition of several eminent monks from Tianlong Temple, many of whom were top-tier martial arts masters, they joined the fray. Fueled by rage to avenge Master Kurong, they showed no mercy in their attacks.

On the other hand, Duan Yanqing's old subordinates had witnessed their leader being crippled, and Master Yideng, who was like a pillar of strength, was also beaten like a stray dog ​​by Lin Xuan. Their morale had long since collapsed.

Surrender and you will not be killed!

"Put down your weapons!"

The roars of the Dali soldiers rose and fell. Some of Duan Yanqing's soldiers began to drop their weapons and flee, while others even knelt down and surrendered.

Duan Yanqing lay prone not far away, watching this scene, his scarred face revealing deep horror.

This is really bad!