Martial Arts: The Secret Villain Starting from Huashan

“Bang bang bang!!!”

Deafening roars like thunder in the sky suddenly tore through the tranquility of the air. Xu Xingchen did not move, but the Hanming Sword in his hand had already turned into a sharp sword light.

Magnificent trajectories were outlined in the air. The three rays of [One Yang Finger] that shot out from the tips of Duan Yanqing's two extremely white iron rods, carrying the power of scorching sunlight and seemingly indestructible, seemed to have encountered an insurmountable chasm at this moment.

The sword was swung, and every collision with the finger force was accompanied by sparks and air vibrations, as if the purest elements between heaven and earth were having a very intense conversation.

Not only can the Hanming Sword easily penetrate the surface of the finger forces with its sharpness, but it can also use its sword energy containing extremely cold ice to break the heat inside each finger force one by one until they lose their original power.

The process of turning into nothingness was so fast that it was hard to keep up, as if time had slowed down at this moment.

As the last ray of finger force was completely dissolved, what filled the air was not just the smell of gunpowder.

There was also an indescribable chill, which was the aftereffect of the power released from deep within the Hanming Sword, and the shock wave produced by the explosion caused chaos in the surrounding space, with air currents surging wildly.

They tore at each other and finally turned into tiny streams of energy, which rushed out in all directions like thousands of arrows.

“Dong dong dong dong!!!”

Wherever these small energy forces passed, no matter whether it was hard rock or dense vegetation, nothing could withstand their sharpness. The ground was the first to bear the brunt and suffered the most violent impact.

I saw cracks spreading rapidly like a spider web, and then those bottomless holes emerged like bamboo shoots after a spring rain, each of which witnessed the fierceness and cruelty of the battle.

"Brother Xu!"

This urgent call contained endless worry and concern, as if it had crossed a noisy battlefield just for that familiar figure, and there was a tremor in the urgent voice.

The speaker's inner fear and anxiety were revealed, and the urgent voice belonged to Gongsun Lu'e, whose eyes were full of premonition of impending danger.

"Big brother!"

Then, an even clearer and more pleasant voice sounded. It was Zhong Ling. Her tone was filled with surprise and anxiety, as if she couldn't believe that this scene would happen to Xu Xingchen.

"Xu boy! How can you be so reckless!"

Qiu Ganchi's voice was somewhat reproachful, but more of it was grief. They had been inseparable for various reasons, and now seeing him risking his life, how could she not be extremely anxious? Her eyes were like torches, staring at the source of danger that was about to erupt.

Seeing the violent explosion around Xu Xingchen, the air around him seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible force, and time seemed to solidify into eternity at this moment. Gongsun Lue'e, Zhong Ling and Qiu Ganchi.

Unprecedented fear and panic suddenly surged in their originally determined eyes. Their faces looked particularly pale and weak in the sunlight. Gongsun Lu'e bit her lower lip tightly, and tears filled her eyes.

Zhong Ling's eyes were red, tears welled up in them but never fell. She tried hard not to let her vulnerability show. Her heart was filled with endless pain, and it felt like her heart was hit by a sledgehammer. Every beat was accompanied by severe pain.

Qiu Ganchi's face was full of disbelief, and her eyes, which had experienced many vicissitudes of life, were now filled with shock and heartache.

She was knowledgeable and naturally understood what this scene meant. In her opinion, Xu Xingchen's move was undoubtedly seeking his own death. Qiu Ganchi didn't understand why Xu Xingchen would do such a stupid thing.

Because Gongsun Lu'e, Zhong Ling and Qiu Ganchi all knew very well that using a mortal body to withstand the extremely fierce finger force would be like hitting a rock with an egg, and the consequences would be disastrous.

The devastating explosion was powerful enough to destroy everything, let alone a flesh and blood body trying to resist the extremely sharp finger force that could almost tear apart space. This was simply a gamble with one's life that was impossible to win.

At this moment, Gongsun Zhi, who was holding his daughter Gongsun Lue'e's neck tightly with an almost cold attitude and using her as the most ruthless bargaining chip in his hand, had a complex light flashing in his eyes.

There was a desire for power as well as a distorted use of family affection. Facing this sudden and thrilling scene, Gongsun Zhi curled up the corner of his mouth in a sneer, which was filled with endless coldness and contempt. He sneered.

"Humph, using a sword to receive finger energy, how stupid!!"

Gongsun Zhi's voice was low and powerful, every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, carrying unquestionable authority and sarcasm, and his laughter echoed in the empty air.

Like the sharpest icy blade in winter, it not only pierced the eardrums of his daughters Gongsun Lu'e and Zhong Ling, but also pierced deeply into their hearts. Gongsun Zhi's laughter was full of disdain and ridicule, as if he had foreseen Xu Xingchen's tragic end.

The surrounding scene was shattered by this series of sudden explosions, with dust flying and flames splashing. The originally extremely hard bluestone was broken in an instant, and was replaced by chaos and noise.

However, in the midst of this chaos, there was a figure that stood out particularly. Xu Xingchen was standing tall, his posture as straight as before, as if all the turmoil in the world could not shake him in the slightest.

The Hanming Sword in his hand sparkled in the sun, and the sword body was emitting a cold and dazzling light, like the brightest star in the night sky, instantly illuminating the surrounding darkness.

When Xu Xingchen's familiar figure appeared safely in the expectant eyes of everyone, the long-accumulated worries and anxieties in the hearts of Gongsun Lue'e and Zhong Ling were like thick ice and snow in winter.

As if being gently brushed by a soft and warm spring breeze, they instantly disappeared without a trace, and a long-lost smile bloomed on their delicate faces, which was the relief and comfort that welled up from the bottom of their hearts, as if the whole world became brighter because of the beauty of the moment.

There were sparkling tears in the eyes of Gongsun Lu'e and Zhong Ling. These were not just tears, but an emotional torrent of joy, emotion and concern. They bit their lower lips tightly.

She was afraid that if she wasn't careful, this long-suppressed, deep and complex emotion would burst out like a tide and she would find it difficult to control herself. Amid this tangle of emotions, she was extremely relieved that Xu Xingchen had returned safely.

It was as if it was confirming that all this was not a dream, but a real miracle.

Duan Yanqing's lifeless pupils, like those of a zombie, seemed to be pulled by an invisible force at this moment, and suddenly shrank to the size of a needle tip, with an expression of incredible astonishment appearing on his face.

Because under his three extremely powerful [One Yang Finger] forces, someone was able to stand there unscathed, and this person was none other than the young Xu Xingchen whom he had not expected.

Each of these three finger forces contained terrifying power enough to split mountains and rocks. Even the top masters in the world would find it difficult to resist its edge. However, in front of Xu Xingchen, they were like a drop in the ocean.

This scene not only shocked Duan Yanqing, but also made him feel an unprecedented sense of frustration.

At the same time, Gongsun Zhi, who was standing not far away, was also shocked and his face turned pale as paper in an instant.

He knew very well that Duan Yanqing's strength was unfathomable, especially his Dali unique skill [One Yang Finger] which was one of his famous skills. However, now, Gongsun Zhi witnessed with his own eyes that a young man could remain safe and sound under such an attack.

At this moment, Duan Yanqing stretched out his body, as fast as a ghost. He swung his left hand suddenly, and the tip of the iron rod touched the ground accurately. With the help of this force, he soared into the air like an arrow.

In the air, he twisted his body at an incredible angle, showing amazing skills in martial arts. At the same time, his right hand tightly grasped the iron rod as heavy as a mountain, and his arm muscles were tense.

As if it contained endless power, the iron rod stabbed straight towards Xu Xingchen with a whistling sound.

Xu Xingchen stood tall, his eyes flashing with determination and calmness. He turned slightly sideways, turned his wrist flexibly, and the cold sword in his hand instantly burst out with a biting cold air. The tip of the sword trembled slightly, like an ice dragon about to be unsheathed, drawing tracks in the air that were difficult to capture with the naked eye, leaving a faint silver afterimage.