Wang Chongyang
The six Quanzhen disciples opposite him all tucked their whisks behind their backs and drew their gleaming swords.
They only act this way when facing a formidable enemy.
The Quanzhen Swordsmanship is among the best in the martial arts world, especially their sword formation, which is exceptionally powerful. However, while the sword formation is formidable, breaking it is not particularly difficult for Li Wei.
Li Wei had considered this situation when he was preparing to go to the Quanzhen Sect. The Quanzhen Sect's Big Dipper Seven-Star Sword Formation was extremely powerful. Back then, even Huang Yaoshi, one of the Four Great Masters, almost died under this sword formation. You must know that Huang Yaoshi was a grandmaster-level expert. If he had difficulty dealing with the sword formation, Li Wei would naturally be no match for it.
However, nothing is absolute!
Li Wei's favorite thing to do is to find the weaknesses of something. This Big Dipper Seven-Star Sword Formation seems to be incredibly powerful, but its shortcomings are also obvious.
That is, the power of a sword formation is closely related to the people who cast it. First, there must be seven people; if there is one less, the power of the sword formation will be reduced by more than 90%. Second, even if all seven people are present, if the cultivation level of those seven people casting the sword formation is not high, the power will still be greatly reduced.
Li Wei chuckled as he looked at the six Quanzhen disciples who had taken up their stances. He glanced at Qiu Chuji, who was lying on the ground in Pain, clutching his nose. One of the main reasons he had to take Qiu Chuji down immediately was that he didn't want the Big Dipper Seven-Star Sword Formation to take shape. In the Legend of the Condor Heroes, even Mei Chaofeng couldn't handle an unformed sword formation, let alone himself.
Now that Qiu Chuji is injured and the Big Dipper Seven-Star Sword Formation is missing one person, they should be no longer a threat.
Thinking this, Li Wei channeled his strength into his fists and unleashed a set of Nameless Fist, charging forward to fight the Six Masters of Quanzhen. Those Nameless Fist, which even the Nameless Old Monk praised, were a piece of cake for dealing with a few Daoist priests. In just a few dozen rounds, Changshengzi Liu Chuxuan and Taiguzi Hao Datong were both struck in the face, their noses bleeding as they collapsed to the ground groaning in pain. With two more men gone, the sword formation was completely destroyed.
Without the Big Dipper Seven-Star Sword Formation, the Seven Quanzhen Masters were merely ordinary first-rate experts, and were quickly defeated by Li Wei. The Seven Quanzhen Masters of Quanzhen, who were like living gods in the eyes of the world, were utterly defeated!
The fight lasted for more than ten minutes, but the Quanzhen disciples around did not blink an eye. Only after all their masters and uncles were beaten down by Li Wei did they wake up as if from a dream. They looked at each other, drew their swords, and charged forward with howls.
Their master and senior disciples had all been defeated. If they didn't step in, wouldn't that be disrespectful to their sect? You must know that the Quanzhen Sect values its elders the most. As the saying goes, they share weal and woe. So, even though they knew they were no match for the enemy, they still rushed forward without hesitation.
However, before they could reach Li Wei, they were stopped by Xiaolongnü, Duan Yu, Linghu Chong, and Zhang Wuji. These four were also top-notch martial artists, and within minutes, no one in the entire Quanzhen Sect was left standing.
No, there was one more person, Yin Zhiping, who was so scared he almost wet his pants.
He was having a nightmare; his lips were pale and he was trembling uncontrollably.
Li Wei glared at him and slowly walked over. He wasn't joking when he said he was going to kill Yin Zhiping. Perhaps sensing the murderous aura emanating from Li Wei, Yin Zhiping suddenly knelt down with a thud.
He knew that begging Li Wei at this point would be useless, so he shouted loudly to Xiaolongnü behind him, "Miss Long... Miss Long, what I did in the past was wrong. Please, have a compassionate heart and spare my life!"
Although Xiaolongnü behind him was trembling with anger, she didn't utter a word and didn't even want to look at Yin Zhiping. Perhaps she was thinking of the humiliation of that night, because a blush appeared on her fair skin.
Before Yin Zhiping could speak, Li Wei delivered a lightning-fast punch from a distance. A powerful gust of wind struck Yin Zhiping in the face, causing him to fall backward as if hit by a boxer, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
Two front teeth were mixed in with the blood and foam. His handsome appearance was now completely ruined.
Li Wei picked up a longsword dropped by a Quanzhen Sect disciple with his toe, grabbed it in his hand, and walked towards Yin Zhiping with a wicked grin.
Upon approaching, he squatted down and whispered, "That night with Xiaolongnü, was it comfortable?"
Covering his bleeding mouth with his hand, Yin Zhiping looked terrified, wondering why this monstrous young man was asking him such a question. However, recalling the tenderness and madness of that night, Yin Zhiping felt a surge of heat in his lower abdomen.
Indeed, when it comes to regret, Yin Zhiping's answer is absolutely not.
To spend a night with such a pure and innocent woman, like a celestial being, especially to deflower her, the sense of conquest and exhilaration is something no man could ever forget. He had hesitated, but blinded by lust, he cared nothing for anything else; he only wanted to ride on this goddess of his dreams and release the surging heat within him. And the truth is, he did it. In his most pleasurable moment, Yin Zhiping even thought that such an experience would be worth dying for.
Perhaps because he had been punched and was somewhat dazed, Yin Zhiping nodded as if possessed.
"Good, good!" Li Wei's eyelids twitched, and he swung his longsword forcefully.
A flash of blood appeared, and Yin Zhiping let out a pig-like scream. That sword strike had actually castrated him.
Only then did I realize my mistake, but it was too late.
The intense pain, coupled with the sight of his mangled, bloody penis lying to the side, caused Yin Zhiping to faint.
"I was going to let you suffer a little longer, but since you've fainted so quickly, then die!" Li Wei's eyes were icy cold, and with a flick of his wrist, the sword flew out of his hand, the blade aimed directly at Yin Zhiping's throat.
"No..."
"You thief, how dare you kill my disciple!"
The Seven Quanzhen Masters were nearby widened their eyes and shouted loudly when they saw this, but unfortunately, it was too late for them to come to the rescue.
But at that moment, something unexpected happened.
A sudden gust of wind, seemingly appearing out of nowhere, enveloped the sword blade like an invisible hand. The longsword that Li Wei had swung out stopped less than two fingers' width away from Yin Zhiping's throat.
Upon seeing this bizarre scene, Li Wei's heart skipped a beat, and he abruptly retreated, while a cloud of dust erupted from the spot where he had just fought.
Upon closer inspection, a long sword appeared out of nowhere and pierced the ground. Perhaps due to the powerful internal force carried by the sword, it blasted a deep crater into the stone slab. If Li Wei hadn't dodged quickly, he would have been blasted into pieces by that sword.
Li Wei let out a long breath, his eyelids twitching wildly.
A sense of danger approached, and he leaped up again, dodging several times in succession. Each time, a cloud of dust would erupt where he was, and without exception, a longsword would appear on the ground.
The sword, which is supposed to be a sharp weapon, was now as blunt as a blunt object, clearly due to the large amount of internal energy it had been infused with. To achieve this level of skill was something that even a so-called first-rate master, or even a sect leader, could not accomplish.
Grandmaster level!
This is the only explanation!
After dodging the seventh attack, Li Wei sensed a trace of aura along the sword. He jumped over and saw a person standing on the roof of the Quanzhen Sect's main hall. Because the person was backlit, his appearance was not clear.
Without a doubt, this was the guy who had suddenly attacked Li Wei, so Li Wei didn't hold back at all and threw a nameless punch directly at him.
This punch was ten times more powerful than the one used to beat the Seven Quanzhen Masters, and it even incorporated seven different kinds of energy gleaned from the Seven Injury Fist. The power of this punch definitely surpassed the force of the punch he used when fighting the Nameless Old Monk. The person on the rooftop was also intimidated by the power of this punch and let out a soft "Eh," but he also threw a punch like lightning, actually intending to exchange blows with Li Wei.
Seeing this, Li Wei advanced instead of retreating, directly pushing his Sunflower Divine Skill to its limit.
Li Wei had absolute confidence in this Nameless Fist, not to mention that he had incorporated seven different types of internal energy. Even if the opponent was a grandmaster-level expert, they would absolutely not dare to confront it head-on under the power of this punch.
The fist, imbued with intense energy, seemed to create a crater in the air itself, and almost instantly collided with the fist of the person on the roof.
Bang!
With a muffled thud, a contest of internal strength, Li Wei felt a colossal wave crashing towards him. Under the immense impact, his body flew backward like a kite with a broken string.
The one with the highest martial arts skills below was Xiaolongnü. Seeing Li Wei being defeated, she flashed up and caught Li Wei before landing gently.
Being in the arms of a beautiful woman should be an extremely pleasant and enjoyable thing, but at this moment, Li Wei really didn't have time to enjoy the two soft mounds on his back.
He coughed up a mouthful of blood, then gasped for breath.
Li Wei was injured by that punch.
This was his first time entering the world of Jin Yong's martial arts novels.
At this moment, Li Wei knew clearly that the person on the roof was definitely a grandmaster, and that his martial arts skills had reached their peak.
The man on the rooftop was shocked to see that Li Wei had only coughed up blood, but given his status, he would never hunt down a junior.
He first jumped off the roof, landing in the courtyard like a falling leaf. Then, glancing at the Quanzhen disciples who looked like stray dogs, his expression turned extremely ugly. He sighed and said, "Our Quanzhen Sect truly has no successors!"
Li Wei, who had been keeping a close eye on this grandmaster-level expert, immediately understood who he was upon hearing these words.
Within the Quanzhen Sect, there are currently no more than two people who can harm me.
One was the Old Urchin; the other was the founder of the sect, the immortal Chongyang, Wang Chongyang, who should have passed away long ago.
This person is so composed; he is definitely not that Old Urchin. Therefore, there is only one explanation.
As expected, the Seven Quanzhen Masters were all shocked when they saw this person, but then they became excited and got up from the ground to kneel down to him.
"It's my master..."