Ask Wudang Chapter 128

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Unexpectedly, Li Mochou, like a cunning rabbit with three burrows, was elusive and unpredictable. Not only could the Quanzhen Five not do anything to her, but she also injured several more heroes from Jinan and Jinbei. However, Li Mochou also knew that the Quanzhen Five were not ordinary fighters, and she alone could not contend with the five. So, she provoked them with words and arranged a series of duels. The first opponent was the Tranquil Hermit, Sun Buer. During the duel, Li Mochou secretly used a poisonous hand, injuring Sun Buer with her Ice Soul Silver Needles. Then, she personally delivered the antidote, forcing the Five to accept it. In this way, the Quanzhen Five owed her a favor and, according to the rules, could no longer be her enemies. In the end, they could only return in defeat.

Fortunately, they returned in time, which saved Hao Datong’s life.

Qiu Chuji, being the most eager to help and having an extremely fiery temper, saw his junior brother injured. Without asking for the reason, he cupped his hands towards Ye Qingfeng and said, “Qiu Chuji of the Chongyang Sect, I would like to ask for your guidance. Please do not hesitate to enlighten me.”

As soon as he finished speaking, he swiftly drew his sword and thrust it straight at Ye Qingfeng’s right arm.

This move was precisely “Spreading Sail and Raising Oar” from the Quanzhen Swordplay.

The Quanzhen Swordplay has seven swords, and each sword has seven moves, totaling forty-nine moves. The moves are subtle and complex in their variations. If practiced to a profound level, their power is extraordinary. Qiu Chuji, as the most skilled among the Quanzhen Seven, had immersed himself in this swordplay for decades, having already mastered it to perfection. As this move was unleashed, the sword wind was fierce, and the blade cut through the air, producing a buzzing sound. Both the direction and angle were perfectly executed.

Ye Qingfeng remained still, forming a sword-finger, and pointed it in the air, directly meeting Qiu Chuji’s sword edge.

His aerial pointing was naturally not the Six Meridians Divine Sword, but rather using his finger as a sword.

The next instant, a clang was heard as the finger-sword struck precisely on Qiu Chuji’s sword blade.

In an instant, Qiu Chuji felt a powerful force emanating from the sword, and then his wrist went numb, almost causing him to lose his grip on the longsword. Fortunately, his internal energy was profound, his swordsmanship exquisite, and his combat experience incredibly rich. He reacted in an instant, and before the “Spreading Sail and Raising Oar” move could be fully exhausted, he immediately changed it to “Small Oar, Light Boat,” which barely managed to neutralize the vibrating force of Ye Qingfeng’s finger-sword.

Having seized the initiative with one move, Ye Qingfeng then continued to point with his finger-sword, unleashing the Wudang Swordplay, determined to show its superiority over the Quanzhen Swordplay. As his finger-sword pointed in the air, it forced Qiu Chuji to retreat repeatedly, leaving him with only the ability to parry and no power to retaliate.

“Clang, clang, clang…”

In a blink of an eye, the two had exchanged seventeen or eighteen moves, with Qiu Chuji completely on the defensive, facing constant danger.

Seeing this scene, Ma Yu and the others knew that they had encountered an unprecedented formidable enemy today, and their expressions all became solemn.

After two more exchanges, Qiu Chuji barely blocked a finger attacking his left rib, then he lowered his body and, seizing the opportunity, used a move called “Slanting Wind, Fine Rain” to attack Ye Qingfeng’s right shoulder. Unexpectedly, before his sword edge could reach, Ye Qingfeng’s finger-sword had already pointed at his back, which was precisely the “Immortal Pointing the Way” move from the Wudang Swordplay. With one point, the sword-finger aimed at vital acupuncture points on the enemy’s back, such as Qiangjian, Fengfu, Dazhui, Lingtai, Xuanzhu, etc. These points are all critical human vitals; if struck by sword qi, it would result in death or severe injury.

Liu Chuxuan had the best private relationship with Qiu Chuji. Seeing Qiu Chuji in great danger, he no longer cared about any martial arts etiquette and shouted, “Junior Brother Qiu, don’t panic, I’ll help you!”

As soon as his voice fell, he drew his longsword with a clang and attacked Ye Qingfeng’s left side.

This sword was as fast as a gust of wind, as swift as lightning, precisely a move from the Quanzhen Swordplay called “Pale Moon Dividing Light.”

This move was intended to “besiege Wei to rescue Zhao.” Under the shroud of the sword’s momentum, if Ye Qingfeng did not withdraw his sword momentum, he could indeed strike the vital points on Qiu Chuji’s back, but his left arm would be severed by Liu Chuxuan’s sword.

“Hmph!”

Of course, Ye Qingfeng couldn’t sacrifice his left arm. He snorted coldly, then shifted his body, using a “stumbling step” to dodge Liu Chuxuan’s sword edge. Immediately after, he flipped his wrist and pointed two fingers consecutively: one blocked Qiu Chuji’s attack, and the other struck Liu Chuxuan’s back. These were precisely the “Yaksa Probing the Sea” and “Cold Plum Spitting Jade” moves from the Wudang Swordplay.

The next instant, with a “bang,” Liu Chuxuan hadn’t even reacted before his back received a solid hit from a finger.

Fortunately, Ye Qingfeng had no intention of killing, and the sword qi he released was blunt; otherwise, with just that one strike, Liu Chuxuan would have died.

Even so, Liu Chuxuan was not lightly injured after taking that finger strike. He violently spat out a mouthful of blood, feeling an unbearable numbness from his left shoulder blade to his right lower back, and a suffocating sensation in his chest, leading to a dizzying feeling.

“Junior Brother Liu!”

“Junior Brother Liu!”

Seeing Liu Chuxuan injured and spitting blood, Ma Yu and Wang Chuyi rushed forward to support him.

Sun Buer directly drew her sword and flew forward to fight Ye Qingfeng.

Among the Quanzhen Seven, besides Tan Chuduan who had been killed by Ouyang Feng, Sun Buer’s martial arts were the weakest. Moreover, she had just been injured by Li Mochou’s Ice Soul Silver Needles not long ago, and her vitality had not recovered, significantly reducing her power. Therefore, her assistance posed no threat to Ye Qingfeng. On the contrary, Qiu Chuji, in order to cover her, was once again forced into a defensive position by Ye Qingfeng.

Seeing Qiu Chuji and Sun Buer in precarious situations, Ma Yu gritted his teeth and said, “Junior Brother Wang, today our Quanzhen Sect faces a great calamity, so we can’t worry so much about martial arts etiquette. Let’s all attack together.”

Wang Chuyi said, “What are you talking about, Senior Brother Sect Leader? It is only right and proper for us to protect our sect and uphold justice.”

As he spoke, he took the lead and sprang forward to engage Ye Qingfeng.

Ma Yu hesitated for a moment, then followed closely behind.

Facing the encirclement of Ma Yu, Qiu Chuji, Wang Chuyi, and Sun Buer, Ye Qingfeng remained calm and composed, as if nothing bothered him.

“Clang, clang, clang…”

In a flash, the two sides had exchanged over thirty moves, still evenly matched.

As the duel reached the thirty-seventh move, Ma Yu suddenly retracted his sword edge, then took a deep breath and unleashed a palm strike. This palm strike was immensely powerful; before the palm itself arrived, the palm wind had already swept forward like a rolling wave. This was precisely the Quanzhen Sect’s ultimate profound art, the “Three Flowers Gathering at the Peak Palm.” All the Quanzhen disciples knew this palm technique, but Ma Yu’s mastery was the highest, even Qiu Chuji, who was acknowledged as the most skilled in the Quanzhen Sect’s martial arts, admitted his inferiority.

At the same time, Sun Buer, Wang Chuyi, and Qiu Chuji each unleashed their signature techniques.

Sun Buer also used a palm technique, named “Treading Frost Breaking Ice Palm,” whose power was comparable to the “Three Flowers Gathering at the Peak Palm.”

Wang Chuyi used a sword technique called “Heaven and Earth Return to One Swordplay.”

This swordplay took its meaning from mutual destruction. Every move fiercely attacked the enemy’s vital points. Each move was ruthless, each sword strike vicious, purely a fighting style that risked one’s life. Although it was a superior sword art, it was based on the same principle as a ruffian’s shameless tactics.

Qiu Chuji, on the other hand, used the Quanzhen Sect’s highest sword technique, named “One Qi Transforms Three Purities.”

This swordplay consisted of eighteen swords, each of which split into three. When thrust, there was only one move, but with a flick of the wrist, the sword move would divide into three, encompassing a total of fifty-four variations. It was truly miraculous, profound, and subtle.

Facing the encirclement of the four ultimate arts, Ye Qingfeng remained calm and composed, not falling behind in the slightest.

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