Chapter 16: The Mysterious Yitian Sword

"Is this...is this martial arts?"

"Impossible! What kind of magic is this?!..."

"Run! Let's escape! I don't want to die yet!"

The Wudang disciples in the hall were all pale-faced and lost in shock, muttering to themselves nonstop.

Since birth, humans are constantly enriching their understanding of the world and its objects. Generally, a person with a normal mind will have formed a basic and mature understanding of the world within a decade or so.

When people encounter unfamiliar and strange things they haven't seen before, they often find it interesting and novel.

But when they see something they are familiar with and understand suddenly defy common sense and no longer conform to their understanding, they may feel panic and shock at the mildest level, and severe cases may result in a collapse of their worldview.

Obviously, the dozen or so Wudang disciples in the hall, although they didn't reach the extreme of a collapse of their worldview, were still shocked by the scene they couldn't understand just now.

They practiced martial arts every day and had seen examples of the peak of martial arts, after all, they were Wudang disciples.

But the moment just now, even their ancestor Zhang Sanfeng, who is known as a "True Person" in the martial arts world, might not have been able to do.

Everyone in the hall was shocked and afraid after seeing the young man's extraordinary martial arts skill.

Even Xiao Zhao, who had seen many powerful and strange martial arts techniques while living at the main altar of the Ming cult, had never heard of anything like this.

She couldn't help but frown and look at the young man with confusion. Who is he? What sect does he come from? What kind of martial arts is this? Li Xiu took in the reactions of everyone in the hall.

There was confusion, shock, fear, and even some of the Wudang disciples saw him as a demon.

Earlier, Song Qingshu launched a sneak attack on him, and naturally, his Nine Yang True Qi automatically rebounded and attacked in response to the external force. The greater the external force, the more vigorous and strong the rebound True Qi would be, which could be considered a kind of alternative indestructible body.

However, Li Xiu also couldn't understand the meaning of the explanation, and in order to act impulsively and comically, he revealed the extraordinary and formidable aspects of his fundamental martial arts, which was really a problem with his brain.

Just at this time, Zhou Zhiruo had taken the Yitian Sword and chased after them.

Originally, when Zhou Zhiruo had not entered the hall, she was still wondering why there was no sound of fighting or shouting in the hall, and even no sound of talking.

She finally had an answer when she arrived in the hall. It turned out that Song Qingshu had been seriously injured and unconscious, and the dozens of Wudang disciples were all scared and didn't dare to approach.

There were even two or three useless Wudang disciples who ran away when they saw the opportunity. She saw them and shouted, but it didn't stop them.

When Zhou Zhiruo entered, the two people in the hall both brightened their eyes, one was Xiao Zhao, and the other was Li Xiu.

However, both of them ignored Zhou Zhiruo's excellent appearance and charming beauty, and were instead attracted by the Yitian Sword in her hand.

While examining Song Qingshu's injuries, Zhou Zhiruo also looked around the hall and secretly guessed what was going on.

"I originally thought that the woman in red had panicked and stumbled into the Zhenwu Hall, but I didn't expect there to be someone here to support her. It looks like this was a planned infiltration of Wudang."

"Now that Song Qingshu has been seriously injured by the two people, if I can kill the two of them with the Yitian Sword, wouldn't it greatly increase Zhang Sanfeng's favor towards me? This would definitely be a great help to stabilize my position as the head of Emei."

Seeing that both of them are looking at her with unfriendly eyes, Zhou Zhiruo automatically regards the man and woman in front of her as part of the same group.

With the Yitian Sword in hand, Zhou Zhiruo's confidence increased greatly. She stepped forward and drew her sword with determination.

She never considered the possibility of defeat. With the Yitian Sword in hand, Zhou Zhiruo is confident that, besides the empty-handed monks of Shaolin, the heads of the other five major sects, including her own master, the extinction of Wudang's Song Yuanqiao, are probably not her opponents, let alone the two young men and women in front of her.

Seeing Zhou Zhiruo draw her sword, Xiao Zhao's eyes brightened immediately. She was even more active than Zhou Zhiruo and quickly rushed forward with the cold iron chain in her hand.

The young man in dark robe didn't seem to have any intention of joining the attack. Zhou Zhiruo raised her eyebrows and a hint of mockery appeared on her beautiful face.

Don't you recognize the Yitian Sword? Do you really think that the woman in red can defeat me on her own?

Well, I'll let you see the sharpness of the Yitian Sword. First, I'll chop this woman in red, then the other person!

Zhou Zhiruo lightly opened her lips and gave a light shout. She mobilized her inner energy and swung the Yitian Sword, sending a shallow orange sword energy slicing through the air towards Xiao Zhao.

When this sword energy appeared, the joy on Xiao Zhao's face became even stronger, and her footsteps became even faster.

However, Li Xiu frowned and immediately pulled out an afterimage where he stood, rushing between the two like a ghost.

He stood behind them, circulating his qi and palm out with his Nine Yang True Qi, crashing like a wave against the shore and scattering the sword energy.

Before the two had time to react, he floated to Zhou Zhiruo's front and grabbed the Yitian Sword with another palm strike.

Li Xiu had no intention of sparing Zhou Zhiruo. Her beautiful and delicate body was hit by the strong True Qi and sent flying through the air, spewing blood. Her landing appearance and injuries perfectly cosplayed Song Qingshu.

After taking a glance at his two masterpieces, Li Xiu turned his attention to the Yitian Sword in his hand.

The sword was more than four feet long, the sword handle and sheath were made of rare and precious wood, and there was a faint scent emanating from them. The sheath was also inscribed with the ancient characters "Yitian" in gold powder.

It had a certain weight when held in the hand, and the sword seemed to be naturally formed like a cold spring, with a thin and firm sword edge.

Li Xiu tried to stimulate the Nine Yang True Qi slightly, and the sword in his hand trembled and emitted a crisp sword ringing sound. The sword body immediately surged with an orange-red sword energy.

As Li Xiu injected more and more Nine Yang True Qi, the Yitian Sword was eventually surrounded by a thick and deep red sword energy.

Xiao Zhao had originally been puzzled about why the man in front of her had blocked the Yitian Sword's energy and ruined her good deed.

However, when she saw that the young man grabbed the Yitian Sword and seemed to be in a daze, Xiao Zhao's desire to snatch the sword also rose.

She could just snatch the sword without attacking him.

A cunning look flashed through her eyes, and Xiao Zhao grabbed the cold iron chain and prepared to lock the Yitian Sword in the young man's hand.

But at this moment, Li Xiu also moved. He tentatively swung the Yitian Sword fiercely and a deep red sword energy burst through the air.

The Wudong True Martial Hall was the most valued hall built by Wudong. Every column was made of selected precious wood, and although it was wood, it was as hard as blue stone mountain rock and could support the hall for thousands of years without decay.

But at this moment, the thick and thin columns of the two people's embrace were easily split open by a deep red sword qi.

The sword qi continued to go beyond and split the palace wall a few feet away, making the outside bright moonlight shine in.

The gust of wind blew up the hair when the sword qi swept through, and the red-clothed woman's pretty face turned pale as if she had been struck by an acupuncture point, standing in place.

Only the cold iron lock chain on her wrist was unconsciously loosened and swayed.