Martial Arts Crossover: My Master is Huang Rong

A deafening roar.

Where their palms clashed, a visible shockwave spread outwards in a ring, completely collapsing a large section of the already dilapidated roof.

The Golden Wheel Monk felt an intensely hot and vast force surge towards him, causing his body to sway involuntarily. He took a half-step back, leaving a deep footprint on the hard gold brick floor.

Using the force of the recoil, Lin Xuan's body soared into the sky like a roc spreading its wings.

"Such refined internal energy!" The Golden Wheel Monk's divine power was rarely matched, but he never expected that this young man would not be at a disadvantage in a head-on confrontation.

However, before Lin Xuan could land, a vicious sword aura struck again.

"go to hell!"

Taking advantage of the gap created by the close combat with the Golden Wheel Monk, Yi Chen launched a sneak attack from the flank.

A sword from Guanchong was aimed directly at Lin Xuan's back. If Lin Xuan were to recover his strength at this moment, he would surely die.

At this moment, the two grandmasters cooperated with surprising harmony.

A close-quarters melee, using force to overpower and restrict Lin Xuan's movement;

A ranged attacker who uses their inner energy to injure others and seeks a fatal opportunity.

While in mid-air, Lin Xuan forcibly twisted his waist, avoiding a vital point in an extremely awkward posture, but the chilling sword energy still tore through his sleeve.

The situation immediately became tense.

With his masterful Lingbo Weibu (a martial arts technique) and immense internal strength, Lin Xuan skillfully maneuvered amidst the combined attacks of the two grandmasters.

His figure was so fast that only afterimages remained. Often, just as the Golden Wheel Monk's fist arrived, his afterimage was still in the same place, while his real body had already moved several feet away. And when Yi Chen's sword energy shot over, he disappeared like a ghost.

But this doesn't mean things will be easy.

Even someone as powerful as Lin Xuan felt a bit of pressure when faced with the shameless alliance of these two top experts of the era.

He was trapped; although he wasn't at a disadvantage, he couldn't break the deadlock and counterattack immediately.

He was dancing on the edge of a knife; one wrong step and he would be doomed.

"Hahahaha! Lin Xuan, let's see how long you can last!"

With a wild laugh, Yi Chen's sword energy grew even more ferocious, completely disregarding the consumption of his internal energy.

At this moment, what is truly worrying is the battlefield below.

"what--!"

Screams echoed throughout the room.

With the arrival of the Xuanming Elders, the Dali side, which had initially held the advantage, quickly collapsed.

Lu Zhangke and Hebi Weng were like the Black and White Impermanence from hell, leaving a chilling aura wherever they went.

A martial monk from Tianlong Temple swung his staff at Hebi Weng, who sneered, neither dodging nor avoiding, and directly grabbed the iron staff head with one hand.

The monk felt an extremely cold internal force travel along the staff, and half of his body went numb instantly. Then, Hebi Weng shattered his skull with a single palm strike.

"Those who block my way shall die!"

On the other side, the ferocious Mongolian warriors, together with Duan Yanqing's remaining troops, were reaping the lives of the Dali guards.

Although Duan Zhengming was skilled in martial arts, he had to protect Princess Qingxiang and the others behind him, command the battle, and guard against the sneak attacks of the Xuanming Elders. He was already struggling to cope with all the dangers.

A palm wind from the Xuanming Divine Palm swept past, forcing Duan Zhengming to retreat in a sorry state, his face turning pale, clearly indicating that his meridians had been affected by the cold poison.

The situation is extremely unfavorable for Lin Xuan's side.

On the viewing platform in the distance.

The Mongolian prince, witnessing this scene, grew even more arrogant, a cruel smile creeping onto his lips:

"Hmph, I thought there were some remarkable figures in the Central Plains martial arts world, but they're just a bunch of useless trash who only know how to talk big. Lin Xuan has no chance of escaping. As for these ants below... they'll be wiped out in less than half an incense stick's time."

He turned to Zhao Min beside him and said smugly, "It seems you don't need to bother with planning this time. In the face of absolute power, all schemes are superfluous."

Zhao Min remained silent.

Her beautiful eyes weren't fixed on the one-sided massacre below, but on Lin Xuan in the rooftop battle.

She gripped the folding fan in her hand quite tightly.

"No..." Zhao Min thought to herself.

She keenly noticed that although Lin Xuan seemed to be trapped by the two grandmasters, the light in his eyes never dimmed, and he didn't even show the slightest panic.

Every dodge he made was incredibly precise; every counterattack he launched was always well-preserved.

He was observing; he was waiting.

But what was he waiting for? The people of Dali below were all going to die. What chance was he waiting for to turn the tide?

Just then, a sudden change occurred in the arena!

"Go away!"

A clear whistle, like a dragon's roar echoing through the heavens.

Lin Xuan, who had been in a state of wandering, suddenly erupted.

He thrust his hands outwards with a sudden burst of energy, unleashing his inner power like a volcanic eruption, instantly turning the surrounding air scorching hot.

The Great Shift of Heaven and Earth!

An indescribable, eerie atmosphere instantly enveloped Yichen and the Golden Wheel Dharma King.

Just as he was about to attack the two, his movements suddenly froze. The Golden Wheel Monk felt his palm force uncontrollably deflect to the side, while the Shangyang sword energy that Yi Chen had shot out strangely changed direction and shot towards the Golden Wheel Monk!

"not good!"

The two were shocked and hurriedly withdrew their attacks to save themselves, causing chaos in their formation.

Taking advantage of this brief opening, Lin Xuan lightly touched the ground with both feet, and as if teleporting, he broke away from the battle and landed in the main hall square below.

"Trying to run? Not so easy!"

Upon seeing this, Yi Chen assumed that Lin Xuan was afraid to fight and wanted to run away, and was overjoyed.

He stood on the rooftop, laughing wildly, "What's wrong, Lin Xuan! Weren't you so arrogant just now? Are you scared now? Trying to run away like a coward! Hahaha!"

Lin Xuan completely ignored the taunts behind him.

His figure landed like a wisp of smoke within the defensive line of the Tianlong Temple monks.

At this moment, Benyin, Benguan, Bencan, Benxiang, and two other senior monks of the Ben generation from Tianlong Temple were forming a small formation, struggling to resist the attacks of the Xuanming Elders.

"Several masters!"

Lin Xuan flashed and appeared behind several high monks. He unleashed a palm strike, and the powerful force of the palm directly forced back Lu Zhangke, who was about to kill him.

When the monks saw that it was Lin Xuan, they were immediately delighted, but then their faces turned worried.

“Benefactor Lin, those two old monsters are too powerful, and those two above them…” Abbot Benyin gasped for breath, his face covered in blood.

Lin Xuan spoke very quickly, getting straight to the point: "Masters, do the six of you each practice one of the six meridians of the Divine Sword Technique?"

Abbot Benyin was taken aback, then nodded subconsciously: "That's right. In order to comprehend the Six Meridians Divine Sword Formation, the six of us brothers each specialize in one meridian."

A glint flashed in Lin Xuan's eyes: "Good! In that case, the six of you, form a battle formation immediately. Deal with the external enemies while awaiting my orders!"

"What is your intention, Benefactor Lin?" Master Ben asked in confusion.

Lin Xuan said in a deep voice, "I want you to set up the Six Meridians Divine Sword Formation! With the power of this formation, the mere Xuanming Elders can be wiped out with a flick of their fingers!"

Upon hearing this, the eminent monks were not pleased; instead, they wore bitter smiles.

Abbot Benyin sighed, “Benefactor Lin, you are unaware of this. Although the Six Meridians Divine Sword Formation is incredibly powerful, it requires one person to oversee the entire formation and act as the hub between the various sword meridians, coordinating the flow of internal energy in order to unleash its full potential. In the past, this core was Uncle Kurong, but now he has passed away… Although the six of us are familiar with swordsmanship, we are like a pile of loose sand. If we forcefully set up the formation, not only will we fail to harm the enemy, but we will also be defeated one by one.”

Without a guiding mind, even the strongest limbs are just fighting haphazardly. This is precisely the predicament that Tenryuji Temple is currently facing.

Lin Xuan smiled confidently, a smile radiating an air of absolute certainty: "If that's what you're worried about, there's no need. Just listen to my commands. Whichever master I call to draw their sword, they will; wherever I command them to attack, they will attack! Even if it's a mountain of knives and a sea of ​​fire ahead, don't hesitate!"

"This……"

The eminent monks looked at each other in bewilderment.

This is an extremely bold suggestion. Entrusting one's life and fortune entirely to an outsider is a major taboo in the martial arts world.

But looking at Lin Xuan's confident and determined eyes, and recalling his divine might in fighting two grandmasters alone, as well as his legendary mastery of the Six Meridians Divine Sword, I realized that he was truly remarkable.

Abbot Benyin gritted his teeth and said, "Very well! Today, the life and death of Tianlong Temple rests entirely in the hands of Benefactor Lin! We are willing to obey your orders!"

“We are ready to obey your orders!” The other five monks echoed in agreement.

"it is good!"

Lin Xuan nodded, then turned around and walked a few steps to Duan Zhengming, who was heavily guarded by guards.

"Your Majesty."

Duan Zhengming was extremely anxious when he saw Lin Xuan suddenly retreat. He hurriedly asked, "Young Master Lin! Is there anything you need? Are you unable to hold out any longer? If it's really impossible, we can retreat first..."

"withdraw?"

Lin Xuan's lips curled up, revealing a row of white teeth, his eyes filled with murderous intent: "Why should I retreat? I just think killing people with my bare hands is too slow."

He held out one hand: "Do you have a good sword?"

"What?" Duan Zhengming was taken aback.

"I said, lend me a good sword." Lin Xuan looked up at the Mongolian prince in the distance and said coldly, "Today, I will cut off that Mongolian prince's head and use it as a football."

Duan Zhengming was stunned by Lin Xuan's overwhelming murderous aura. After he came to his senses, he hurriedly took off the sword from his waist and presented it with both hands.

"This sword is named 'Dingguang'. It is the national treasure sword passed down from the ancestors of the Duan family of Dali. It can cut iron like mud and sever hair with a breath!"

"Clang!"

Lin Xuan drew his sword.

A sword light as clear as autumn water instantly illuminated the dim surroundings, with faint dragon patterns flowing on the blade, exuding a chilling aura.

"A fine sword!"

Lin Xuan exclaimed in admiration and flicked his finger across the sword.

"Zheng—"

The clear, melodious sound of the sword, like the roar of a dragon and the cry of a phoenix, resounded throughout the entire arena, suppressing the surrounding clamor of battle shouts.

Holding the longsword, Lin Xuan's demeanor suddenly changed.

If he was a towering mountain just now, he is now a peerless blade drawn from its sheath, its sharpness fully revealed, piercing people's eyes with pain.

He carried his sword and walked step by step back to the center of the battlefield.

He leaped up and once again landed on the high platform in front of the main hall.

He pointed his sword diagonally at the ground, looked up at Yichen and the Golden Wheel Dharma King on the roof, and his smile was both cold and radiant.

"Golden Wheel, with one angry word, come down and face your death!"

This loud shout, full of energy, made the roof tiles rattle.

On the rooftop, the two grandmasters looked down at Lin Xuan.

Seeing Lin Xuan run down like a firefighter just now, and now run back with a sword, Yi Chen couldn't help but sneer, her eyes full of mockery.

"I thought you were going to do something earth-shattering, but it turns out you just went to find some junk?"

Yi Chen pointed at the Dingguang Sword with a disdainful look: "Lin Xuan, have you lost your mind? What use is a sword made of ordinary iron in front of my formless and shapeless Six Meridian Divine Sword? You think you can use it to block my sword energy? That's a joke!"

In Yi Chen's view, a tangible sword is ultimately inferior. The reason why the Six Meridian Divine Sword is the number one sword technique in the world is because it is formless and traceless, and can be used at will. How could any weapon match it?

The Golden Wheel Monk beside him shook his head slightly, clasped his hands together, and said in a deep voice, "Layman Lin, you are too arrogant. If you had taken the opportunity to escape just now, you might have been able to save your life. Now that you have returned, both this sword and you will perish here today."

Zhao Min, standing some distance away, also frowned slightly.

Take a sword?

In combat at this level, divine weapons might offer some advantage, but against an attack of qi like the Six Meridians Divine Sword, a physical sword is easily broken. What exactly is Lin Xuan's intention in doing this?

Faced with Yi Chen's mockery and Jin Lun's disdain, Lin Xuan remained calm, gently stroking the sword as if caressing a lover's skin.

"A frown."

Lin Xuan spoke slowly, his voice not loud, but it carried a power that went straight to the heart.

"Do you think that the Six Meridian Divine Sword is the pinnacle of swordsmanship in the world?"