Zhutian: My skills are not serious

Chapter 469: Crossing the Lake with One Finger? Thank You
Li Bohua looked at his weird posture and his scalp went numb. There was no doubt that Chu Pingsheng also had the fighting power of a grandmaster based on the sword energy just now. Such a strong man pretended to be lame to paralyze them. He was more insidious than Li Yunqian.

"Li Yunqian, let me tell you a secret."

Chu Pingsheng looked back and said, "In fact, there is no Xihu Grandmaster Bai Feng in this world. There is only Chu Pingsheng."

"You...you...you are the same person?"

It was dark at night and the face inside the hood could not be seen clearly, but his disordered breathing and shaking cloak were enough to show how shocked and angry he was.

"You can play the fool and eat the tiger, but can't I play the fool?"

Chu Pingsheng slowly pulled away the hand that was pressing on the Tanzhong point on his chest, and twisted it with more force. Li Yunqian, who had had more than 90% of his true energy sucked away, groaned again, and the bones of his right wrist were shattered. He now completely lost his ability to fight.

"You thought you had picked an easy target, but the reality is that you are facing a tough situation."

In the original plot, the Wang Dao Fist is very powerful. In fact, it is because the Wang Dao Qi contained in the fist is too strong, which has the meaning of "one force defeats ten skills". Judging from martial arts alone, Li Yunqian, the emperor who has lived in the deep palace for a long time, is actually very weak.

"Cross half the lake with one finger? Can I ferry you something fun too?"

Chu Pingsheng smiled at him and raised his left arm slightly. His palm was as red as a branding iron, emitting bursts of heat, while his right hand, from the fingertips to the forearm, was quickly covered with a layer of frost.

"What are you going to do? Ah..."

Li Yunqian only felt an evil and dry air entering his body through his right arm, and the wound on his left shoulder instantly froze, and a biting coldness swept across the left half of his body.

"If you have meridians, the poison of the Mysterious Nether Divine Palm and the Iron Palm Flame Blade wouldn't be so easy to penetrate into your lungs and bones. Unfortunately, you don't have them. Cold and hot Qi are originally incompatible with each other, and they repel the little nuclear energy Qi left in your body. I think this kind of pain should be no less than the life experience of your meridians being broken during the Northern Expedition. It's just... that was a short-term pain, and this is a long-term pain."

Mysterious Divine Palm?

Iron Palm Flame Blade?

What kind of martial arts is this? How come I have never heard of it?

However, Li Yunqian understood that this thing was poisonous, so he urged the Wang Dao true Qi, trying to clear out the true Qi he had injected into his body. Little did he know that the spiritual Qi from the outside world would be rejected as soon as it entered his body. Two completely different true Qis used his body as a battlefield to resist the invasion of foreign forces together. The whole person was hot and cold at times, or the left half of the body was cold and the right half was hot.

Until he couldn't stand this torture anymore and gave up practicing, the two streams of energy, one cold and one hot, "turned against each other" again, stirring inside his body and becoming enemies to each other. It felt like two hands were tearing his internal organs apart bit by bit, stimulating his nerves to the maximum extent.

“Ah…ah…huff…huff…”

The dignified Emperor of Qing was gasping for breath and rolling on the ground in pain, his limbs twisted and his cloak was stained with filth mixed with blood and dirt.

"Look, didn't I warn you that these two poisons will become more uncomfortable the more you practice? Did you see how the Empress Dowager died? She was just poisoned by fire. You are the Emperor, so you should be treated one level higher than her."

As soon as he entered the world of Joy of Life, Chu Pingsheng realized that the nuclear energy and the energy he obtained through breathing exercises were mutually exclusive. If the kingly energy in Emperor Qing's body had not been absorbed by him, perhaps he could have forced out the poison of the Xuanming Divine Palm and the Iron Palm Flame Knife, which were created by the yin and yang energy of half of his lower dantian.

It's a pity that there was no "if". Emperor Qing was already seriously injured, and he sucked away only a trace of the kingly Qi. The fire poison and cold poison dissipated as soon as they entered his body, penetrating deep into the lungs and bone marrow, strongly rejecting the nuclear energy Qi, which not only achieved the effect of torturing people, but also destroyed Emperor Qing's martial arts.

Unless he helps detoxify or returns the nuclear energy in the Purple Gold Zhanlu Sword to its original owner in a short period of time, it will be possible to solve the problem of Emperor Qing.

This is obviously impossible.

"You paralyzed me by marrying Ye Ling'er, Lin Wan'er, and Fan Ruoruo into the Chu Mansion, so that I would think that Fan Xian had not formed an alliance with you and that my only enemy was Wu Zhu, who occasionally went crazy. This made it easier to separate us, the master and the disciple, and made us careless, so that you could split your forces into two groups and defeat them one by one. Why go through so much trouble? In fact, even if you formed an alliance openly, I would not flee from the battle."

Chu Pingsheng looked at Emperor Qing, whose pain was slightly relieved, and said, "I understand. You are leaving a way out for yourself. You pretended to be a priest of the Qing Temple and attacked me according to the situation. When the great masters outside the city are both injured, you can go to clean up the mess. In the future, the world will be mine and you will become the greatest emperor in the history. If Bai Feng escapes safely and comes back for revenge in the future, you can also push the blame on Si Gu Jian, Fan Xian and the temple messenger. After all, you honestly sent the three women to the Chu Mansion, and among the people who attacked me, Yun Zhilan, Li Bohua and others were Si Gu Jian's followers, the priest of the Qing Temple was instructed by the temple messenger, and Qin Ye was seeking revenge for the murder of his son. Li Yunqian, you are really amazing. It's the final decisive battle, and you still want to find a situation for yourself that you can attack or defend."

"Chu Pingsheng, you...why...didn't you..."

"Why didn't you fall for it?"

"It's all thanks to your great son."

Very big boy.

Who is his eldest son?
Li Chengru?
But Li Chengru was already dead.

Is that Li Chengze?
It shouldn’t be… Li Chengze lives outside the palace and has been under house arrest.

Li Chengqian?
"This is impossible!"

Li Chengqian was the crown prince, the heir to the throne. The most direct consequence of betraying him was that Qi's troops would march south and destroy Qing. At that time, Li Chengqian wanted to become the emperor? It was nothing but a foolish dream.

Chu Pingsheng was about to speak when he heard a light sound behind him and turned around quickly. With a click of his thumb, Li Bohua, who was trying to take the opportunity to escape and report to Si Gu Jian, fell from mid-air and crawled on the ground. He swung his sword again, and only the two-foot-long broken sword remained. It then broke into two pieces, and the figure reflected in the moonlight was decapitated.

Then the swordsman from Dongyi City with a broken spine had actually bitten the poison in his teeth and committed suicide. At this point, all seven swordsmen from Dongyi City who had besieged him in the back garden were dead.

He walked up to Qin Ye, the Privy Councilor who was injured by the Qi of Crossing Half the Lake with One Finger and was half dead.

"You...you said there was no Bai Feng...then...who was the person who was led away by the blindfolded man?"

"Wouldn't it be interesting to leave some suspense and ask the King of Hell?"

Chu Pingsheng punched down, but Qin Ye was unwilling to give in and raised all his Qi to fight back. However, he didn't expect that his fatal blow was only slightly blocked before an extremely cold internal force pierced through his protective Qi. His internal organs ruptured instantly, and his body shook several times. He spat out a mouthful of blood, and his upright body slowly softened.

"What kind of martial arts is this?"

He could feel that Chu Pingsheng only used the strength of a ninth-grade master to break his body's protective true qi.

"Yinfeng Blade."

Qin Ye tilted his head, stared at the night sky with wide eyes, and died.

Chu Pingsheng glanced at the roof of the study, smiled coldly, and walked towards Li Yunqian, who was trembling like a sieve and gasping for breath. However, he stopped after only a few steps and did a move that shocked the emperor - he lifted the hem of his blue shirt, tore open the trouser leg with a hole in it, rummaged in his socks, and took out a deformed golden bullet.

"It still hurts a bit, but it also confirms my previous guess."

As he spoke, he rubbed the place where he was shot.

With the help of the light emitted by the purple gold Zhanlu sword, Li Yunqian saw a white mark in the middle of Chu Pingsheng's right calf.

Fan Xian's Barrett couldn't break his defense?
What kind of monster is this!

……

When Chu Pingsheng cut three swordsmen from Dongyi City in half with one sword, Wang Xi in the study attic felt it, and Yun Zhilan who was beating Yan Xiaoyi on the roof also felt it.

As Si Gu Jian's apprentice and a world-renowned swordsman, his perception of sword energy is naturally much stronger than others. If it were Si Gu Jian in his prime, he would have to use all his strength to accomplish that sword strike just now.

Who is in the backyard? The only two strong swordsmen are Li Bohua and Chu Pingsheng. He knows exactly how strong Li Bohua is, but Chu Pingsheng is not a grandmaster. So who made this sword strike?

Yun Zhilan was worried about the safety of several junior fellow apprentices, so he ignored the loss of his true energy and used a series of fierce moves. Yan Xiaoyi dodged left and right, but still couldn't avoid the three-inch sword energy that suddenly burst out from the tip of the sword. The bowstring of the silver bow broke with a clang, and the sword energy swept across his shoulder, breaking the soft armor, leaving an inch-long cut, and blood kept gushing out.

"go to hell."

Just when Yun Zhilan was preparing to defeat Yan Xiaoyi in one fell swoop, he heard the sound of clothes rustling behind him, followed by a very slight hissing sound.

It's the sound of the sword quickly cutting through the air!

As a swordsman, he was very familiar with this, so he had to give up Yan Xiaoyi and hurriedly turned around to attack. Only then did he see clearly that the enemy was two masked men wearing black tights and green belts around their waists.

wipe……

His sword came into contact with the opponent's sword, the sword light was as fast as silver and astonishingly sharp, the friction between the sword blades produced light, and it was impossible to tell whether it was the broken sword light or the flying sparks.

The other masked man seemed to be tripped, and moved forward close to the ground with a very strange body movement, and then hung down with a very tricky sword style, moving outward. His speed was so fast that even Yun Zhilan could hardly counter it. His right ankle was cut, and blood spurted out immediately.

Just as he drew his sword and looked back, the first masked man, who should have been defeated, swung forward and twisted his sword like a ghost. The sword light split into three parts, like petals of a plum blossom. Swish, swish, swish, a bloody hole appeared on his arm.

This was the result of him retrieving his sword in time to rescue.

Yan Xiaoyi, who was covering the wound on his shoulder with his hand at the back, was shocked!

In one round, the second-ranked swordsman in Dongyi City was forced into a desperate situation by two masked men with swordsmanship.

what does this mean?
The two masked men have combat power of at least ninth rank.

Apart from Yun Zhilan and Li Bohua from Dongyi City, are there any other ninth-rank swordsmen in the world? Why did they save him?

Yan Xiaoyi glanced at the silver bow with a broken string and discovered another problem. The archery from the streets and the Minister of War's Mansion had stopped, and was replaced by incessant screams.

In the corridor of the second courtyard, which was two courtyards away from the main gate of the Chu Mansion, Fan Ruoruo was in front, Ye Ling'er was holding Lin Wan'er's hand behind, and the three brides in their wedding dresses went straight to the hanging flower gate connecting to the front yard.

(End of this chapter)