I Want to Read Pure Ancient Martial Arts Novels, Not Fantasy and Immortality Novels

114 两 Detective of Two Realms A Foodiecompleted —Reads—Score—Shelves

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[Old-school ancient martial arts + suspense + war + time travel + no golden fingers] In order to solve the bizarre murder case on a small island in South Asia, the modern detective followed the clues and was transported to the ancient parallel world. Strange deaths in secret rooms, strange assassinations in the downtown area, fox monsters in the mountains harming people, and inexplicable disappearances in the rich castles, all kinds of cases emerge one after another. Officials of the court, noble families, martial arts heroes, and underworld lords appear one after another. In the intertwined historical collision of dynastic wars with hatred between country and family, grievances and martial arts fights between rivers and lakes, various scenes of human beings are staged.

115 藏 Tibetan Beauty* completed —Reads5.8Score—Shelves

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Winter. Can snow. Her sword is moonlight. Her poison is honey. Her name is a secret. Purple clothes are like electricity. People are like poetry. The world only knows that Princess Jinning, Zhao Qingli, is a walking lady in the palace. Little did he know that she was also the only descendant of the Sword God, a rare talent that the Tang Sect had not seen in a century. Her sword is called "Purple Lightning". When the sword comes out, it's like the shadow of a startled tiger. No one in the world can match his three moves. Because everyone who has seen the third move has become a dead man who cannot speak. Her palm is called "Chasing Soul". Her finger is called "Split Wind". Chu Yueyao and Wen Yunshu were not maids, but two shadows threatening their lives. Three women, a winter game. Jianghu is originally a glass of strong wine. But they want to taste the elegance of tea. Until someone spilled the cup of tea...

117 天 Heavenly Love Jingchu Lake Haishiongoing —Reads—Score—Shelves

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Look at this book, pure martial arts

118 光 Lightbringer Volume 1 South Wind at NightEastern Fantasy914k Wordsongoing 5Reads—Score—Shelves

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I wrote a traditional martial arts book myself, with rivers and lakes and temples, practice scenes, battlefields and vendettas. The writing style is the traditional martial arts style of the older generation of pure blood. I hope it can meet your expectations.

119 我 I, the Human Emperor and the Martial Emperor Eloquent WordsHistorical699k Wordsongoing 58Reads—Score—Shelves

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This is pure martial arts style

120 从 The Road to Revival Begins with Xiaoao Bear with KnifeMartial Arts160k Wordsongoing 81Reads—Score—Shelves

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Push it down, my own book [laughing][laughing][laughing]

121 西 Xibie Dongchuan Record Wang ZhaogengEastern Fantasy969k Wordsongoing 805Reads6.5Score—Shelves

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#Completelyfit#

122 退 After Breaking Off the Engagement, the Silly Concubine and Her Four Maids Married for Nine Thousand Years Clingy Little TomatoAncient Romance1.1M Wordsongoing 27.6kReads7.9Score4.7kShelves

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Don't be confused if you are short of books, this is a good book worth pursuing. The plot is online, the characters are interesting, and there is no unfinished content in the whole process. You will not lose money after reading it, and you are still satisfied after reading it! Highly recommend the treasure book! The plot is compact without being procrastinating, and the exciting points are dense without being frustrating. The writing is smooth and has a strong sense of substitution. Once you get into the trap, you stay up all night to chase it to the end! I dug up a novel about the Treasure of the Gods. The characters are likeable, the plot is explosive, and there is no peeing throughout the whole process. If you like this kind of subject matter, don't miss it! [Book Shelf Plus One]

123 武 Martial Arts Youth: Nine-Qiu Phoenix Picture Maple Leaf JadeEastern Fantasy1.4M Wordscompleted 29Reads6.5Score—Shelves

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No time travel, rebirth, fingers

124 鹤 Cranes Roar in the Sky Lazy ScholarEastern Fantasy370k Wordscompleted 184Reads5.8Score—Shelves

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A pure traditional martial arts novel. . .

125 大 Plum Blossoms Are in Full Bloom Tomorrow Sanxiang Brings WaterEastern Fantasy1.7M Wordsongoing 195Reads—Score—Shelves

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I recommend my own martial arts novels. The story takes place during the Wanli period of the Ming Dynasty.

126 横 Hengduan Mountain Yunduan WushanEastern Fantasy406k Wordscompleted 374Reads—Score—Shelves

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Traditional martial arts, new work by newcomers. A hot-blooded young man's adventure in the world, family, country, love, battlefield, loyalty... All in "Hengduan Mountain"!

127 我 I Am Not a Blood Demon. Who Touched My Cornucopia? Moonlight PawnMartial Arts615k Wordscompleted 167Reads5.8Score—Shelves

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The bright moon like a silver plate hung over the Youhuang Valley. The moonlight filtered through the bamboo leaves and cast mottled silver scales on the two people. The figures of Lin Yu and the gray-robed monk turned into two hazy shadows, and the sound of the soft sword and the Zen staff intersecting was as dense as a shower, with sharp sounds one after another. The monk's Zen staff was extremely powerful, and with one move of "Sweeping Thousands of Troops", Lin Yu was forced to jump up. The Zen staff swept across the soles of his boots, bringing up soil mixed with gravel and splashing. Several bamboos as thick as a bowl broke with a "click" and their tops hit the ground heavily. Lin Yu twisted around in the air and slashed diagonally from top to bottom with his soft sword. The sword was so fierce that he forced the monk's horizontal staff to block it. There was a crisp "clang" sound and the monk's arm was numb from the shock. The two of them went back and forth, fighting fifty moves in the blink of an eye. The monk's Zen staff opened and closed widely, never leaving Lin Yu's vital points. The wind roared from the staff, picking up fallen leaves and gravel, forming a rotating wall of air. Lin Yu, on the other hand, relied on his soft sword to move nimbly, and his figure was as erratic as a ghost, shuttling in the shadow of the staff. Sometimes he moved the sword lightly to focus on the flaws, and sometimes he changed his moves to be strong and hard to catch heavy blows. In just one cup of tea, the two of them had already performed more than a hundred moves. The moves were changing so fast that Shi Huolong was dizzy. He hid in the shadow of the bamboo forest and after confirming that there were no other enemies, he looked at the battlefield and saw that Lin Yu was obviously not doing his best. Shi Huolong knew this martial arts idiot brother very well. He kept changing his moves, obviously observing the opponent's moves and trying to learn from his master's skills. Seeing Lin Yu's calm look, Shi Huolong was relieved. Over the past six months, not only has his arms recovered, but his internal strength has greatly improved due to practicing the Nine Yang Divine Art, and he has practiced the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms to the fourteenth palm. Although this monk was on par with me, he was by no means a match for his third brother - Lin Yu was originally the number one master in Youhuang Valley, and he could only survive three hundred moves under him. Shi Huolong couldn't help but remember that two months ago, when he taught Lin Yu "Flying Dragon in the Sky" step by step, he wiped his sweat and sighed to Shen Qingya: "Brother, the third brother is talented, savvy, and willing to study. Coupled with the pure and profound internal power of the 'Nine Yang Divine Art', in today's martial arts, except for Wudang Zhenren Zhang, few people can match him." "In my opinion, if you give him another twenty years, he will be invincible in the world!" Shen Qingya was convinced. After confirming that Lin Yu was safe, Shi Huolong was worried that the enemy would lure the tiger away from the mountain, so he quietly performed Qinggong and returned to Youhuang Valley. Seeing that the surroundings of Qingya Residence were peaceful and Zhou Yunhe was vigilantly guarding the door, he was completely relieved. In the bamboo forest, Lin Yu was still fighting with the masked monk. His eyes sparkled, and he kept the opponent's moves and power details firmly in his mind. This battle was not only a crisis for him, but also a rare opportunity to improve his martial arts. After fighting for about 200 moves, Lin Yu had figured out the opponent's tricks and thought to himself: "Although this monk's Zen stick skills are strong, there are traces to follow. Most of the flaws are when the old strength is exhausted and the new strength is not born." "And I don't like the Zen stick as a weapon. Just get to know it. There is no need to continue learning." Thinking of this, Lin Yu stopped delaying and wrapped the soft sword around the Zen staff like a gangrene attached to the bone. Whenever the monk was about to use up his moves, the tip of the sword would stab his wrist or armpit like a poisonous snake spitting out a message. The monk gradually felt the difficulty. He did not expect that his seemingly young opponent was so skilled in swordsmanship. His Zen staff, which weighed more than 100 kilograms, was entangled with the soft sword and became unable to function properly. After another twenty or thirty moves, the monk suddenly used "Strength to Split Huashan" and hit Lin Yu's head directly. Lin Yu did not retreat but advanced, his body sank suddenly, the soft sword slid up along the Zen staff, and pointed directly at the tiger's mouth of the monk's right hand holding the staff. The monk was shocked and withdrew his staff, but he was half a minute too late. Although the sword blade did not hurt the muscles and bones, it already opened a bloody gash on his wrist, and blood oozed out instantly. The monk was in pain, his strength relaxed, and he almost lost his Zen staff. His heart trembled, and his moves became more cautious, but Lin Yu was unforgiving, and his soft sword attack became more fierce. The sword light intertwined like horses and swords, covering the monk's whole body. After fighting for more than forty moves, the wounds on the monk's wrists, although shallow, eventually affected his holding strength, and there was a slight sluggishness after several exertions. Lin Yu keenly caught this, and suddenly changed his move: the soft sword feinted to attack the front door, but in fact he flipped his wrist, and the tip of the sword circled behind the Zen staff like a spiritual snake, and jerked upward! The angle of this sword was extremely tricky, and the monk was caught off guard. He felt numbness in his right wrist and severe pain in the tiger's mouth. He could no longer hold the Zen staff, which weighed more than 100 kilograms. It fell to the ground with a clang, and dust flew up. The masked monk was horrified - he had been immersed in the Zen staff for more than thirty years, and yet he was shot down by this young man within three hundred moves. This was simply a great shame and humiliation! But he knew very well that if he lost the opportunity, he would be defeated if he fought again, and he might even lose his life. This man had exquisite swordsmanship and unfathomable internal strength, and he was definitely no match for him. Almost as soon as the Zen staff landed on the ground, the monk turned around and ran wildly without hesitation. His body movements were as fast as ghosts and there was no delay. "Want to run?" Lin Yu shouted coldly, then flicked his wrist, and the soft sword flew out of his hand like an arrow from the string, with a sharp roar that broke through the air and went straight to the monk's back! The monk heard the strong wind behind him and did not dare to look back. He rushed to the side, narrowly avoiding the sharp edge. However, the soft sword continued to gain momentum under the support of Lin Yu's strong Jiuyang internal power. It hit a big tree with a "clang" and bounced back. By coincidence, it happened to be blocking the path in front of the monk. The monk instinctively dodges, but in this moment of delay, Lin Yu has already used the Snow-Treading Wuhen Qinggong to catch up. The monk was anxious in his heart, so he used force on his feet to speed up, dashing left and right in the bamboo forest, trying to get rid of the pursuers. Lin Yu kept walking, his eyes locked on the monk's back, his hands quickly changed, and the palm power of the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms was condensed in his body. Seeing that it was difficult to escape, the monk simply stopped and turned around, with a fierce look in his eyes. He clasped his palms together, then suddenly separated them, and there was a faint black energy in his palms - it was his special skill "Hunyuan Thunderbolt Hand"! "Since you are looking for death, the poor monk will help you!" The monk shouted low, stretched out both palms, and rushed towards Lin Yu's face with a feminine and domineering energy. Lin Yu calmly took a half-step forward with his left foot and pushed out with his right palm. The wind of his palm stirred up the fallen leaves on the ground to spin into vortexes, which was exactly the "seeing a dragon in the field" among the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms. The palm wind seems slow, but it contains the majestic Nine Yang Qi, which collides with the monk's palm force. There was a muffled sound of "bang", and the two of them each took three steps back. The monk felt a hot stream of warmth coming in, causing his energy and blood to surge, and he was horrified: "This kid's inner strength is so powerful and domineering!" Lin Yu also nodded secretly: "This monk's palm power is really vicious, but fortunately he has the Nine Yang Magic to protect his body." The two fought again. The monk's Hunyuan Thunderbolt Hand is a combination of hardness and softness, sometimes as fierce as thunder, sometimes as soft as a poisonous snake, sometimes mixed with a few phantom yin fingers, which are used to hit large acupoints when the wind and yin are cold. Lin Yu circulated the Nine Yang True Qi and circulated it throughout his body, firmly blocking the cold wind from outside his body. Immediately, he performed the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, and saw that the palm techniques were wide open and closed, unparalleled in strength, and each palm carried the majestic momentum of destroying the heaven and the earth, which was very domineering, but also exquisite. After fighting hundreds of moves, the monk gradually fell into a disadvantage. Although his Hunyuan Thunderbolt Hand was strong, he gradually felt powerless in the face of Lin Yu's continuous Nine Yang Qi, and had several minor injuries on his body. Lin Yu saw the right moment and waved his palms to attack fiercely while shouting coldly: "How dare you reveal your identity, you hidden head and tail!" Lin Yu's shouts were like sharp swords piercing the silence of the night, but the gray-robed monk only snorted coldly and suddenly accelerated his attack speed. The strong wind of his palms crushed the dead leaves, and his offensive became more fierce. Lin Yu looked calm, his palms like snakes swimming in the shadows of his palms, and a calm smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "Since you don't want to speak, why not let me guess." "I wonder whether I should call you Master Yuanzhen of Shaolin? Or - Hunyuan Thunder Hand Cheng Kun?!" Cheng Kun was shocked when he heard this, as if he was struck by lightning: "How do you know my name?!" This identity is his biggest secret - ever since he saw the divine monk being killed by him, he thought that no one in the world would know his true identity. Unexpectedly, Lin Yu revealed it, and he was immediately confused. "No, it's impossible! How did you recognize me? This is absolutely impossible..." In panic, the move showed flaws and the shot missed by half an inch. In a duel between masters, a half-inch difference can be fatal. Lin Yu had been waiting for this moment, how could he miss this opportunity? He suddenly bullied himself forward, gathered 10% of the Nine Yang Qi in his palms, and used the "Exalted Dragon Has Regret" among the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms. The wind roared from his palms and struck Cheng Kun hard on the chest with an unstoppable force. "Poof" Cheng Kun was hit hard and spurted out blood. His body flew upside down like a kite with a broken string, hit a big tree heavily, and slowly slid to the ground, dying. Before he could slow down, Lin Yu was already stalking his body like a shadow, his fingertips were like sharp swords unsheathed, and as fast as lightning, he pointed at his Tanzhong, Qimen and other major acupoints. Cheng Kun still wanted to resist, but his reaction was slow due to his serious injury, so he could only watch as the opponent's fingers fell accurately. In an instant, his whole body was numb, his limbs were limp, and he could not move. [Laugh][laugh][laugh]

128 倚 The Legend of Yitianhou: Sunflower Collection A Ray of Starry SkyMartial Arts221k Wordscompleted 4.3kReads5.8Score450Shelves

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The book has been completed. Let's watch Zhang Wuji and the five beauties deal with the real culprit behind the burning of Huashan. [Laughing]