Chapter 18: Yu Canghai: I Have Obtained the Evil-Warding Sword Manual!

Boom!

A dull thud echoed through the courtyard of the Fuwei Escort Agency.

The figures of Lu Li and Yu Canghai collided.

Where their palms met, a violent ripple of energy erupted, chilling to the heart.

The next moment, afterimages intertwined, and the two had already separated.

Yu Canghai's figure stopped abruptly; a sensation of soreness and numbness traveled up his palm, and a flash of surprise crossed his eyes.

Just now, Yu Canghai had unleashed the Cui Xin Palm to trade a blow with Lu Li, yet he had failed to gain any advantage.

The Cui Xin Palm was the signature martial art of Songfeng Temple; as its name suggested, it shattered hearts and destroyed bodies, killing anyone struck by it instantly.

However, after trading that blow with Lu Li, he felt that the internal energy behind the opponent's palm force was vast, continuous, and completely on par with his own.

After one strike, Lu Li remained completely unscathed.

If Yu Canghai had forced the exchange, it was uncertain whether the Cui Xin Palm force would have been rebounded back upon him.

"This boy has such strong internal energy; he cannot be underestimated!

The internal energy contained in that palm was similar to that of Yue Buqun; that hypocrite actually passed the Purple Mist Divine Skill to him!

" Yu Canghai knew the power of the Purple Mist Divine Skill; since Yue Buqun could pass this internal art to Lu Li, it showed how much the Huashan Sect valued Lu Li.

However, he had come to Fuzhou this time specifically to get his hands on the Evil-Warding Sword Manual.

Even if it meant offending the Huashan Sect, he would not hesitate!

At this moment, he also put away his contempt, a look of ruthless determination flashing in his eyes.

Meanwhile, Lu Li shook his arms, having gained a certain understanding of his own level of internal energy.

His current level of internal energy was roughly a bit higher than Yu Canghai's.

Yu Canghai's palm just now had fused his Cui Xin Palm force with his Crane Crying Nine Heavens Divine Skill, while Lu Li's fist and palm techniques were not particularly refined, relying only on his own internal energy to contend with him.

The two fighting to a draw with one palm was enough to show that Lu Li's internal energy was a cut above.

However, it was not so high that he could crush Yu Canghai.

Lu Li's true martial arts lay in his sword technique.

If he were to unleash his sword technique, Lu Li was confident he could slay Yu Canghai within three strikes.

"Kid, your martial arts are not bad; to have practiced to this level at such a young age is quite rare.

I am holding back my strength, as I do not wish to see you injured.

My Songfeng Temple has a private grievance with the Fuwei Escort Agency; you should not interfere in this matter.

Otherwise, if an accident happens, your master would not want to see it."

Yu Canghai stood with his hands behind his back, feigning a lofty air, though his gaze remained fixed on the cassock in Lu Li's left hand.

"Also, leave behind the Evil-Warding Sword Manual in your hand."

When it came down to it, it was still for the Evil-Warding Sword Manual.

Lu Li cupped his hands and smiled: "Master Yu, you may not know, but the Fuwei Escort Agency is already a Huashan property.

Does Songfeng Temple coming to the Lin Family to pick a fight mean you do not hold the Huashan Sect in your eyes?"

"The Fuwei Escort Agency is a property of the Huashan Sect?"

Yu Canghai was stunned; he truly had not been aware of this.

But immediately, he reacted.

Who in the pugilistic world didn't know that the Huashan Sect had suffered a great loss of vitality and was lacking in successors? Where would they have the energy and financial resources to acquire a family business like the Fuwei Escort Agency? Moreover, Lin Yuantu's reputation was well-known back then, and it had nothing to do with the Huashan Sect.

To put it bluntly, this Huashan Sect had also come for the Evil-Warding Sword Manual!

Originally, Yu Canghai had been plotting for the sword manual himself, but the Huashan Sect had gone and snatched the entire Lin Family business!

Yu Canghai was secretly furious in his heart: "You call yourself the Gentleman Sword, what kind of righteous sect is this? You're no better than my Songfeng Temple!

" He did not know that this matter had nothing to do with Yue Buqun; it was purely the work of the Lu Li before him.

Lu Li had no such baggage; he was not the Gentleman Sword.

He was the Shura Sword.

From the beginning, he was never an unselfish hero; if he could harm others to benefit himself, Lu Li would do it without hesitation.

Seeing that Lu Li was unwilling to back down,

Yu Canghai sneered: "Heh, it seems Junior Nephew Lu is determined to oppose my Songfeng Temple!

You killed my four disciples; today, don't blame me for bullying the young, as I teach a disciple on behalf of Master Yue."

Having said that, Yu Canghai's figure suddenly vanished from where he stood.

The blue bricks beneath his feet shattered, and cracks spread in all directions.

A blue afterimage rushed violently toward Lu Li; the speed was so fast that even Lu Li could not help but be surprised.

This Yu Canghai's light-body technique was actually this remarkable!

The next moment, a flash of sword light instantly appeared before Lu Li.

As strong as a pine, as swift as the wind.

Yu Canghai was, after all, the Master of Songfeng Temple; even if his combat performance in the original work was not particularly dazzling, there was no doubt that he was still a top-tier expert in the pugilistic world.

The same Songfeng Sword Technique, when used by him, far surpassed the Qingcheng Four Elites.

In an instant, everyone felt as if they were amidst a sea of pines; a gale blew through, stirring up a flurry of dancing pine needles.

And those sharp pine needles were swords!

Before Lu Li's eyes, countless swords pierced over, blotting out the sky and covering the earth.

And these extremely dangerous swords all came from the single sword in one person's hand.

Yu Canghai's sword.

Without a doubt, this sword strike was very powerful, and also very beautiful.

The disciples of Songfeng Temple standing to the side were already stunned by what they saw.

It had been a long time since they had seen Yu Canghai display such sword technique, and as they studied their craft at Songfeng Temple, their eyes revealed expressions of surprise and obsession upon seeing such swordsmanship.

This was the pursuit of their entire lives.

It was also a realm they would never reach in their entire lives.

They had not imagined that if someone could force Yu Canghai to display such sword technique, then just how powerful must Lu Li be? Now, all the disciples of Songfeng Temple felt that Lu Li would perish under this sword strike.

Just a moment ago, Lu Li had killed Hong Renxiong, but this time, he would die under Yu Canghai's sword.

No one could dodge such a sword!

Standing to the side, Lin Zhennan also broke out in a cold sweat in an instant.

The fate of the Lin Family was already tied together with Lu Li.

He only hoped now that he would not die too miserably.

Watching this sword strike, a trace of excitement appeared in Lu Li's eyes.

Yes, he was not afraid, only excited.

Only such swordsmanship was qualified to be his opponent!

Lu Li was seen suddenly drawing his sword, the sword light flashing past in an instant.

His sword technique possessed a beauty that was simple to the extreme.

With just one strike, the pine needles filling the sky were all snapped off.

If Lu Li were to strike with his sword just one more time, he could kill Yu Canghai on the spot!

But the next moment, Lu Li's sword was still deliberately a step slow.

The terror in Yu Canghai's eyes flashed and vanished, replaced instantly by wild joy.

Seeing him pierce Lu Li's left shoulder with one strike, he took advantage of the moment Lu Li was "hurriedly dodging" to grab the cassock in Lu Li's hand.

The figures of the two separated, and Yu Canghai had already obtained the Evil-Warding Sword Technique!

Yu Canghai suppressed the wild joy in his heart and said in a deep voice, "Today's sword strike is just a lesson; boy, behave yourself."

"Since the Lin Family is an affiliate of Huashan, then my Songfeng Temple will also give Master Yue some face."

"Let's go."

"Yes, Master."

Yu Canghai waved his hand, and the disciples of Songfeng Temple retreated accordingly.

Lu Li stood where he was, covering his left shoulder with his hand.

He looked in the direction where Yu Canghai had gone, his face wearing an expression of grief, indignation, and regret.

Not until Yu Canghai and the others had gone far away did Lin Zhennan cautiously walk up.

"Young Hero Lu, are you seriously injured?"

However, Lu Li still wore an expression of regret.

Could this Young Hero Lu of the Huashan Sect have been a skilled actor before he learned martial arts? Looking at Lu Li's expression, Lin Zhennan said, "They have already gone far away, we don't need to keep acting, do we?"

Lu Li sighed and lowered the hand covering his shoulder.

It could be seen that the position on his left shoulder only had torn clothing, and not even a single drop of blood had come out.

"The reason I feel regret is not because I am pained over the sword manual."

"It is because I regret that after Yu Canghai practices the fake sword technique, I fear I will never again see such pure pine-wave sword wind."