Martial Arts: The Secret Villain Starting from Huashan

For Xu Xingchen, this battle was more like a self-challenge and exploration. In every fight, Xu Xingchen would subtly adjust the output of his internal force, finding a balance between exerting the strongest combat power and not causing any harm to his body.

After exchanging dozens of moves, Xu Xingchen stared at Fan Yiweng in front of him. He saw him shaking his head with a funny expression. Fan Yiweng was probably getting more anxious and trying his best, so his beard became more anxious.

In particular, Fan Yiweng's round little head shook violently, as if he was trying to show some majesty, but because his appearance was too funny, people could not help laughing.

This made Xu Xingchen feel funny. It was time to end this test battle. He felt that he had got the answer he wanted and had a deeper understanding of his internal force control and physical condition.

Xu Xingchen laughed while fighting, his figure moved lightly on the battlefield as if there was no hindrance. There was a hint of mischief in his smile, as if he was enjoying the fun of the battle, and asked in a relaxed manner.

"Hey, Mr. Fan, how long will it take for your beard to grow back after you cut it short?"

These words seemed like a joke, but they also reminded Fan Yiweng of his proud beard. He blocked Xu Xingchen's attack and tried to maintain his dignity, but his tone revealed a hint of displeasure as he spoke angrily.

"What's your business, kid?"

"I never cut my beard."

Seeing this, Xu Xingchen raised the corner of his mouth and revealed a smug smile. He shook his head slightly, with a hint of teasing and provocation in his tone.

"What a pity, what a pity!"

When Fan Yiweng heard what Xu Xingchen said, he was immediately puzzled. He frowned and asked.

"What a pity!!"

There was a glimmer of cunning in Xu Xingchen's eyes. He deliberately slowed down the pace of his attack to confuse Fan Yiweng in front of him. Then, he answered slowly.

"Because it's a pity that I will have to cut off your beard soon."

These words were like a blockbuster bomb, exploding in Fan Yiweng's heart. His face turned ugly in an instant. The beard was his weapon, his pride for many years, and the symbol of his identity. Xu Xingchen's words were undoubtedly challenging his bottom line.

"dream!!"

Fan Yiweng waved his weapon angrily, trying to respond to Xu Xingchen's provocation with a more violent attack.

Xu Xingchen raised the willow branch in his hand and blocked it diagonally. His body suddenly flashed and his left palm swiftly struck at Fan Yiweng's left forehead. He was tall and slender, much taller than Fan Yiweng, and this attack came from top to bottom with an overwhelming momentum.

Fan Yiweng felt the fierceness of the palm wind and quickly turned his head to avoid the fatal blow.

However, Xu Xingchen's attack was far from over. The willow branch in his hand emitted a dazzling light at this moment, as if it contained some mysterious power. As Xu Xingchen swung it, the willow branch fell.

The chop was aimed at Fan Yiweng's right arm with extremely fierce force, as sharp as a sword, and went straight towards Fan Yiweng. Fan Yiweng quickly turned his head to the left to avoid this sudden attack.

His reaction was extremely fast, but Xu Xingchen's moves were even faster and more brutal. Fan Yiweng also dodged extremely quickly, and his long beard flew up, exposing his weakness.

Seeing this, Xu Xingchen's mouth corners inadvertently outlined a slight arc, as if at this moment, he had foreseen the next ending, and the willow branch in his hand suddenly changed its direction.

The originally fierce attack suddenly became light and agile, facing Fan Yiweng's flying beard. Fan Yiweng's beard drew an arc in the air and swung up with his movement.

It was like a silver river. However, when the river met the willow branch in Xu Xingchen's hand, it was as if it had encountered a dam that blocked the flow. The willow branch cut lightly and as accurately as a sharp blade, cutting off more than two feet of Fan Yiweng's beard.

The scissors-like willow branches shuttled back and forth among the beard, as if weaving a delicate painting. Xu Xingchen's technique was extremely skillful. While he was cutting the beard, not a single beard fell off.

All the cut beards seemed to be pulled by an invisible force, slowly falling to the ground.

Fan Yiweng felt something strange on his face, reached out to touch it, and found that his beard was shorter. He was stunned, and then realized that Xu Xingchen had cut off his beard during the battle.

"what!!"

The disciples of Jueqing Valley and Gongsun Lue'e who were watching the fight on the side were all extremely surprised. They opened their eyes wide, and could hardly believe what they were seeing. Xu Xingchen actually cut off Fan Yiweng's beard with such ease, which was really beyond their expectations.

A complex emotion flashed across Gongsun Lu'e's beautiful eyes. Her eyes were deep and bright, like the brightest stars in the night sky. Her gaze lingered between Xu Xingchen and her senior brother Fan Yiweng, and the waves in her heart rose and fell.

She was happy that Xu Xingchen was okay, but also felt sorry for her senior brother Fan Yiweng's miserable state.

Fan Yiweng is her senior brother. He has always been like an older brother to her and has taken good care of her since she was a child. Fan Yiweng's beard is not only his personal symbol, but also a symbol of his years of practice.

Now, it was cut off by Xu Xingchen in public, which was undoubtedly an injury to his dignity.

Gongsun Lue'e knew that such a result would be difficult for Fan Yiweng to accept. She could imagine the humiliation and frustration he felt at the moment. The challenge to his dignity felt like a knife cutting him.

"【One Sword Transforms into Three Purities】!!"

Xu Xingchen shouted softly, his voice revealing a sharpness and determination. The willow branch in his hand seemed to sense the will in his heart and stabbed forward swiftly according to his intention.

With a slight shake of his wrist, the willow branch in his hand drew graceful arcs in the air, as if it was the magic of nature, condensing the essence of heaven and earth into one point.

At this moment, Xu Xingchen displayed one of the most profound martial arts of Quanzhen Sect [One Sword Transformed into Three Pure Ones].

As Xu Xingchen stimulated his inner strength, the willow branches released three extremely sharp sword auras. They were like three invisible swords, cutting towards the three important acupuncture points on Fan Yiweng's chest with whistling sounds.

The first sword energy went straight to the [Tan Zhong Point], which is the vital point of the pericardium meridian. Once hit, it may cause heart pain, difficulty breathing, or even coma. The sword energy cut through the air, bringing up a sharp sound of breaking through the air, as if it was going to pierce the entire world.

The second sword energy cut towards his [Jueyin Point], which is the key point of the stomach meridian. If hit, it may cause stomach pain, nausea, vomiting, or even coma. The sword energy has a tricky angle and a strange trajectory, making it difficult to defend against.

The sword energy left a trail of afterimages in the air, like a winding snake, waiting for its opportunity to move.

The third sword energy rushed towards the [Rugen Point], which is the vital point of the liver meridian of the human body. Being hit may cause chest tightness, difficulty breathing, or even coma. Its power is so strong and its momentum is like a rainbow, as if it wants to crush everything into pieces.

“Clang, clang, clang…”

These three sword energies were like a rainbow piercing the sun, with great momentum. They drew brilliant rays of light in the air, as if they were going to cut the entire world apart. Each sword energy carried a sharp aura, like three invisible swords, pointing directly at Fan Yiweng's vital points.

The three sword energies intertwined in the air to form an impenetrable net, surrounding Fan Yiweng. Their light flickered in the air like falling stars, beautiful and deadly.

"Bang bang bang!"

The three sword energies were like meteors streaking across the night sky, accurately hitting the three important acupoints on Fan Yiweng's chest [Tanzhong Point], [Jiuwei Point] and [Rugen Point]. These three sword energies were like three sharp daggers.

It pierced straight into Fan Yiweng's body, tearing apart his protective Qi and causing a violent shock.

“Puff…Puff…Puff…”

As the sword energy penetrated, three streams of blood spurted out from Fan Yiweng's chest, like a torn fountain, and spilled onto the ground. His face turned pale as paper in an instant, and his eyes were filled with pain and unwillingness.

At this moment, time seemed to stand still. Fan Yiweng's body was shaky and he could hardly stand. He felt a powerful force raging in his body, tearing his meridians and internal organs.

He tried his best to mobilize the internal strength in his body to resist this sudden attack, but the power of the three sword energies was too strong, far beyond Fan Yiweng's imagination.

"boom!"

With a loud thud, Fan Yiweng fell down in agony.