Martial Arts: Starting from a Seemingly Real System

In the underground secret room of Lujiazhuang, Li Que was furious. With so many experts lying in ambush here, he let a mere mid-first-rate expert escape. How could he, a top expert, keep his dignity?

He led a group of masters to surround Feng Feiyan and Lin Wenyuan with great momentum.

The two senior and junior brothers who had not yet broken out looked at each other and understood each other's thoughts. Two of the first-rate masters guarding the entrance to the passage had been killed by Tu Shan, so two of the five were gone and only three were left. If they didn't leave now, when would they leave?

The two men attacked at the same time. Lin Wenyuan's elegant and handsome face suddenly flushed. His body shook violently, and then his aura changed drastically. His skills were forcibly raised to a small level, and he actually advanced from the early first-class to the middle first-class.

This is a magical use of the Wudang's top internal skill, the Pure Yang Wuji Gong, which can quickly improve one's skills in a short period of time. The price is that the meridians will be damaged afterwards, and one will be weak for a while.

But there was no time to worry about that now. If he couldn't break out before Li Que and the others surrounded him, he would be in great danger.

A gleam of light flashed in Lin Wenyuan's eyes, and he tapped the jade flute in his hand quickly, seemingly slow but actually fast, and instantly covered the thirty-six major acupoints on the bodies of the two people opposite him.

The two were both surprised. They didn't know why Lin Wenyuan's strength suddenly increased. However, although they were surprised, they were not afraid. So what if he advanced to the middle stage of the first-class level? He was just the same as themselves. With two against one, they still had a chance of winning.

The two men drew their swords to block at the same time, and the two long swords formed a gorgeous sword flower, directly blocking all of Yuxiao's attacks.

Unexpectedly, the jade flute was as slippery as an eel. It moved away as soon as it touched the long sword, but it also seemed to have a kind of stickiness, pulling and pulling, causing the two long swords to collide. It turned out that Lin Wenyuan incorporated the essence of Tai Chi sword into the flute technique.

Lin Wenyuan lured the two men on the opposite side to fight each other, and when they separated, he turned his body and shot out from the gap between the two swords, escaping into the exit of the passage like a flash of light in a movie.

"Oh!"

There was a muffled sound behind Lin Wenyuan, and Feng Feiyan was seen flying past. She was the first to arrive, and when she passed Lin Wenyuan, she grabbed her junior brother and ran away.

It turned out that when Lin Wenyuan was using the Pure Yang Wuji Power, Feng Feiyan also attacked quickly. Her movements were exactly the opposite of Lin Wenyuan's. She struck the last person among the three with a palm that seemed fast but was actually slow.

Seeing Feng Feiyan's swift palm strike, the man hurriedly turned his body to the side and swung his knife at the same time.

But he didn't know that Feng Feiyan's seemingly fierce palm was just his illusion. When he turned his body to the side, he happened to bump into the belated palm shadow, as if he had deliberately put himself into Feng Feiyan's hands.

Feng Feiyan flexed her jade hand into a claw and grabbed the wrist of the opponent holding the knife. She gave a delicate shout and used her internal force to swing the opponent in a circle and threw him towards Li Que and others who were chasing after her.

The secret room was not very big. Li Que and his companions were only about ten steps away from Feng Feiyan, and they had already arrived close to her.

Li Que kicked away the figure that Feng Feiyan was throwing at him, and Mr. Duan and other masters attacked Feng Feiyan one after another.

Swords, spears, sticks, palms, fingers, legs and canes all came towards Feng Feiyan, and the eighteen kinds of weapons rolled in with overwhelming momentum.

Feng Feiyan had just performed the Wudang unique martial art of Tai Chi, which tactically uses the slow to defeat the fast and uses the opponent's force to defeat the opponent, a very yin and very soft fighting style. At this moment, yin reaches its extreme and yang is born, and the extreme yin turns into the extreme yang, and the Heaven-Shaking Palm suddenly strikes out.

The violent energy burst out from the palm, shaking the sky with one palm, nothing more than that!

"Oh!"

The two huge forces collided violently, causing a huge invisible air wave. Feng Feiyan groaned, calculated the opportunity, used the recoil force to fly backwards, and pulled his junior brother Lin Wenyuan out of the secret room and back to the ground.

This series of events was dizzying. It seemed long but in fact it was only a moment. From Tu Shan's death, Yuan Fei breaking out of the siege, to Feng Feiyan and his sister returning to the ground, only a dozen breaths had passed.

Feng Feiyan and Lin Wenyuan rushed out of the ground and just saw the signal arrow sent by Yuan Fei. Fireworks exploded in the sky, and the majestic Xiezhi pattern illuminated the entire sky.

Xiezhi is a mythical beast that understands human speech and human nature, can distinguish right from wrong, and recognizes good from evil, loyalty from treachery. It is a symbol of bravery and justice, a sign of judicial supervision, and also a totem worshipped by the Qingtian Guards.

Everyone stared blankly at the Xiezhi fireworks over Lujiazhuang, each with their own feelings, and the scene was silent for a while.

The noise in the manor had already alarmed the owner, Lu Batian, who was guarding the ground exit of the secret room surrounded by a group of experts. At this moment, he saw the overwhelming divine beast pattern in the air and was terrified. "I really alarmed the Qingtian Guards. It's over!"

Li Que also led his men to chase after them. The chaotic footsteps woke Lu Batian up. He looked at the three people who were surrounded and could not help but get angry. He made up his mind and said with a ferocious face: "Kill them!"

Yuan Fei and the other two felt a chill in their hearts, "This guy is determined to go down this path to the end!"

The three of them stood back to back in a defensive posture facing the surroundings. In front of them, a group of masters brought by Lu Batian blocked their way, and behind them, Li Que and others were chasing them.

This situation is even worse than before.

Just escaped from the encirclement, but fell into death again!

……

In the west wing, Qiao Rui used all his skills to fight with Hong Mei, the top master of Notre Dame Palace.

There were several cuts on his body, and his robe was stained red with blood. Hong Mei's soft sword was ethereal, strange, tricky and weird, and coupled with his erratic body movements and footwork, he was as unpredictable as a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue.

Qiao Rui's Kung Fu is full of vigorous and brave moves, such as the Dragon Subduing Palm and the Burning Wood Sword Technique. They are extremely powerful and masculine, but at this moment they are restrained by Hong Mei.

No one knew what kind of sword technique this village girl used. The angle of her sword was tricky and unpredictable, and the soft sword could bend and twist as she wished, making it difficult for Qiao Rui to defend himself.

Qiao Rui did have an exquisite, varied and unfathomable palm technique, which was the Prajna Vajra Palm. However, using bare palms against sharp swords was already a disadvantage, and Qiao Rui's skills were not as good as Hong Mei's, so he was very restrained and frustrated.

He was stabbed by several swords, and although none of the wounds were fatal, he was covered in blood and looked horrible. It was only a matter of time before he was defeated.

.........

In Qinglian Pavilion of Longxing City, the Grand Commander of Qingtian Guard became more and more lazy. He curled up in the quilt, his fair and handsome face was glowing with a rosy glow, his phoenix eyes were half-closed, as if he was taking a nap.

"Uncle Fu, do you think he can make it through tonight?"

A low voice suddenly sounded in the quiet hall.

"Your Highness, a sword's sharpness comes from the process of repeated grinding!" The white and fat Uncle Fu came out from the darkness.

"What if it gets worn off?" The commander-in-chief's voice was filled with a hint of unsure worry.

Alas, didn't you say you wanted to train him? Uncle Fu sighed secretly. His Highness's indecisiveness and anxiety became more serious, but he didn't dare to say it openly, lest he be scolded.

During this period, I was scolded more often than in the past twenty years...

Uncle Fu was a little upset, but he still chose to follow the commander-in-chief's words. Looking at the weak and utterly messed up His Highness, his heart ached, and he whispered, "How about I go and take a look for you?"

“Forget it…” The Grand Commander sighed, “If he can’t enter the ranks of top masters as soon as possible, it will be useless to me in the end!”

"If your status is not good enough, you must make up for it with strength. Otherwise, if you are caught in the vortex, you will die sooner or later..."