Let's Bring Martial Arts Novels Back to the Jianghu, Guys!

352 剑 Come with the Sword, Cut Open This World for Me The Only GodEastern Fantasy1.6M WordsCompleted 21.9kReads8.4Score1.4kShelves

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"A glass of turbid wine can soothe the wind and dust!"

356 倚 The Sequel to the Legend of Heaven and the Dragon Slayer: the Ming Emperor's Daughter Relics of the KingMartial Arts679k WordsOngoing 287Reads6.4Score100Shelves

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358 公 The Princess and the Sword Fairy Stop Ge and Ask MoEastern Fantasy1.4M WordsCompleted 1.2kReads5.8Score106Shelves

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That winter, Jianghu died. The martial arts world was slaughtered in the sky, and the mountains and rivers were stained with blood. Stunning beauty means death - Zhao Qinghe, the most beautiful princess in the world, the most beautiful woman in the world. When she laughs, the mountains and rivers turn pale; when she draws her sword, the gods bow their heads. Flowing Cloud Soft Sword, invincible with three moves. Followed by two more dangerous women: Luo Qinghan, "Mo Yu God Killer"; Wen Wanqing, "Suppressing the Sky with Soft Palms". The three of them were hidden, like ladies and delicate flowers. The winter snow has not stopped, but the killing has begun. The sharpest sword in the world, wrapped in the sweetest sugar.

360 轮 Samsara Universe No Burning HeartEastern Fantasy756k WordsOngoing 49Reads5.8Score—Shelves

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The male protagonist was a peerless female genius in his previous life, and the female protagonist was the leader of a sect in her previous life. They stirred up the turmoil in the Eighteen Kingdoms and revealed the conspiracy to kill someone in her previous life.

363 武 Be the Sixth in the Martial Arts World Make Enough Food and Clothing by YourselfEastern Fantasy535k WordsOngoing 616Reads6.5Score—Shelves

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Highly recommended! Super nice and cool martial arts novel: ① In the Daqian Dynasty, in a wine shop in the town, Chen Sheng accidentally traveled to another world and became a blind boy. I thought I would make a living by playing the erhu and singing, but after ten years of wasting time, I accidentally figured out how to use the golden finger. As long as you defeat the swordsman in your dream, you can inherit your martial arts experience and physique. From then on, you can begin to travel around the world and enjoy your grudges. The world's turmoil comes from my generation, and the years rush me as soon as I enter the world. ② In Taoli Village, an ordinary small mountain village in the Sui Dynasty, the male protagonist Li Fengnian time-traveled into the body of a nine-year-old child from a poor Orion family. In order to change his destiny, he went to the village middle school to read and learn literacy. Until one day when he went to the town and discovered that the world actually had internal strength and martial arts, he began to use the knowledge of gunpowder in his previous life to hunt and accumulate the first pot of gold. After that, he joined the Iron Claw Gate Martial Arts School, starting the rise of a little person. .

364 醉 Drunken Dreams of the Sun and the Moon Jiang WanbuEastern Fantasy195k WordsOngoing 280Reads—Score—Shelves

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A traditional martial arts novel,

365 被 After My Engagement Was Annulled, My Identity as a Poetry Fairy Was Exposed Block the West TowerHistorical2.8M WordsCompleted 23.3kReads5.8Score2.5kShelves

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This is the only martial arts novel that I can continue to read.

366 欺 Bullying Me for Being Powerless? Why Are You Crying When I Come to Search Your House? Mr. Xin YuEastern Fantasy468k WordsOngoing 395Reads5.5Score—Shelves

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Jianghu martial arts, Jin Yiwei's power, invincible house confiscation, Jin Yiwei's fanatics

374 氪 Krypton Gold Martial Saint: I Rely on Attribute Points to Dominate Other Worlds Free TranquilityEastern Fantasy300k WordsOngoing 1Reads—Score—Shelves

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These three books are all very good ~ [Already Planted] Most of the authors have built a grand and real world of martial arts, with numerous sects and endless martial arts secrets, making people feel like they are in the arena of swords and swords. In one word: cool! [Grass has been planted]

375 天 Tianlong Mountain River Record When the Wind Rises, Slay the NightCultivation363k WordsCompleted 4Reads—Score—Shelves

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The wind and moon hide the character, the wind and snow reveal the chivalrous heart | Orthodox group portraits of martial arts: Sheng songs intoxicate the peace, the lonely sword weeps over the mountains and rivers. A pavilion contains all the peace and romance; a pavilion with wind and snow hides all the chivalrous sadness. This is the most touching character and chivalrous heart in orthodox martial arts ✨ Qinghuan Pavilion·Taiping Yayun From a high position here, you can have a panoramic view of the entire lobby: the lights in the hall are as bright as day, and the eyes are full of brocades. It is a lively atmosphere for both refined and popular people. Here, a woman in plain clothes is playing the piano by the window, and the sound is clear; Several tables of literati sat around and commented on poems and couplets, clapping tables and cheering from time to time; people sitting quietly at the stone table next to them played chess with crisp moves; there were also people playing flutes, singing, and dancing with long sleeves. The sound of piano, flute, poetry, and laughter were intertwined, making it lively but not noisy. The dancing girl in the hall was wearing colorful gowns and flowing sleeves, which was a sight to behold. There are fine wooden tables and chairs on both sides of the corridor, paved with brocade and fresh fruits. Guests sit on the railings, drink and enjoy the music. It is truly rich but not vulgar, prosperous and elegant. Duan Yunlan pulled Qiao Xiaoshi to sit down at the table with the widest view, and waved away the maid with a smile: "No need to wait more, just bring two bottles of good wine and a few exquisite snacks, and we will sit and watch the scenery by ourselves." Qiao Xiaoshi sat on the chair, still a little restrained, but felt that the warm silk lamps in the Qinghuan Pavilion, the sound of music and poetry, and the peace and tranquility that filled his eyes were completely different from the blood and fire in border areas and the bones in burnt villages that he had experienced. Not long after, a table of literati downstairs was in the mood for wine. One of them stroked his beard and mused, and loudly chanted: "Lights in high buildings are singing softly -" Duan Yunlan became excited after hearing this, and without thinking, he casually answered: "The breeze is beautiful and the wine is lingering." The four people had already nodded in agreement, but he smiled leisurely and went straight to the complete poem: "Lights are shining in high buildings, the singing is subtle, the breeze is beautiful and the wine is lingering." The sound of strings does not understand the affairs of the world, but sings endlessly towards Shengping. Every sentence was sighed, smoothly and naturally, and a low cheer suddenly sounded in the hall. But before everyone could finish the discussion, another scribe on the other side took advantage of the poem's excitement and shouted loudly: "The red sleeves are full of strings in spring -" Everyone had just turned their eyes, Duan Yunlan's lips were slightly raised, and he continued calmly and unhurriedly, and blurted out another complete Qijue song: "Red sleeves are full of strings in spring, and the golden bottles are reflected in the moonlight as they climb the building at night." The music and songs do not disturb the joy, and the world is peaceful when you are drunk. This song has a more graceful demeanor and a more complete artistic conception, integrating seamlessly with the scenery and atmosphere in the pavilion. After the words fell, the whole hall was silent for a moment, and then they burst into cheers and claps, which were several times louder than before. "Okay! Both poems are masterpieces!" "The words are spoken in pairs and the pen is written into a poem. The young master is really a genius!" Fengxue Pavilion·The Lonely Hero lamented. Qiao Xiaoshi stopped outside the pavilion, his heart trembling inexplicably, and he did not dare to step forward rashly. I saw the swordsman in white looking up at Yanmen Pass at the end of the wind and snow. His eyes seemed to be able to penetrate thousands of layers of blizzards and tens of thousands of mountains and fall on the territory ravaged by the iron hoofs of the Hulu. His throat was slightly open, his voice was low and hoarse, wrapped in the coldness of the wind and snow and the sorrow and indignation of crying blood. Every word was a monologue, slowly spreading out in the empty and silent pavilion: Frost and snow covered the sky over the old territory, and the lone front was shining three feet into the setting sun. The blood in the countryside has nowhere to go, and the souls of relatives and friends are left heartbroken. In the secular world, we are all strangers, walking alone in the vast distance for half our lives. The drunken dreams and sorrows in the temple are difficult to relieve, but I am willing to lead the leadership of Guizhou to appease the jackals. At the end of the poem, the wind and snow roared more fiercely, seeming to respond to this sadness. He murmured in a low voice, as if he was self-deprecating: "I wanted to protect the common people in the name of heaven, but now my recruitment has come to nothing. I am so full of blood that I have nowhere to go..." Qiao Xiaoshi was shocked as if he had been struck by lightning. It turns out that in these troubled times, he is not the only one who bears the hatred of his country and his family, is not the only one who harbors the resentment of having no way to serve his country, and is not the only one who is alone and struggling to support himself! The hatred of the fall of his hometown, the grief of the death of relatives and friends, the loneliness of wandering alone, and the regret that his ambition cannot be realized in the poem all touched the most painful corners of his heart, making him clench his fists, his knuckles turned white, and his eyes were slightly red. His heart surged: The court is unreliable, and the border guards are unable to support their troops alone. I will always find those people who have lost their lives like me, and gather together to form a tower. Even with meager strength, I must defend this homeland and kill the Hulu! The swordsman in white slowly closed his eyes, and the snow fell from his shoulders. He raised his hand and took off the wine gourd from his waist, and rubbed the cold gourd wall with his fingertips - it was an old mark left by years of holding a sword, and there was also a shallow scar at the tiger's mouth. Pulling out the cork, he raised his head and drank heavily. The amber wine slid down the corners of his lips and dripped on the white robe, causing a few wet marks. He was instantly chilled by the cold wind. He seemed to want to swallow his grief, anger, loneliness, and obsession with the mountains and rivers together with this strong drink to warm his heart of serving the country that had never cooled in the troubled times. After drinking most of the pot of wine, he put down the wine gourd tightly, clutching the gourd with his knuckles, and his eyes were filled with blood and weakness. The war in the southeast has not subsided, and brothers are either being driven out to kill their fellow villagers, or being framed by the court's suspicion; the dust is rising again in the north, and the border guards are bathed in blood, but the temples are drunk and dreaming. He only has martial arts, and wants to defend the border and protect the people, but he has no way. A long sigh overflowed from his lips, so light that it was almost swallowed up by the wind and snow, and he muttered: "The chaos in the south has not been over, and the northern invaders have arrived again. In the mountains and rivers of the Song Dynasty, there is no place for those of us who serve the country..." An almost inaudible whisper rolled out of his throat, "Brother Gongming... The recruitment was wrong... Brothers..." The snow was still falling wildly, and it stuck to the eyebrows of the swordsman in white. It instantly melted into water and slid down his clear cheeks. It was unclear whether it was snow water or hot tears caused by strong alcohol. He was alone in the snow, holding a sword and drinking wine. His white clothes were particularly dazzling in the vast world. He was lonely and tragic. He became the loneliest and hottest silhouette in this broken landscape of mountains and rivers. Qiao Xiaoshi stood outside the pavilion, the wind and snow had already fallen on his shoulders, but he didn't even notice it. Looking at the figure in white, the loneliness in my heart dissipated a little, replaced by the sourness and inexplicable touch of feeling sympathy for each other - it turned out that in the troubled times, even if he was alone, there were people who had the same obsession and guarded the same original intention as him.

376 长 Immortality Feng Yu JiuqiuEastern Fantasy2.5M WordsCompleted 37.1kReads9.1Score3.9kShelves

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These four books 1. There were also good books about martial arts time travel in this era. 2. I have seen many understandings and interpretations of Taoism. 3. I always shed tears unconsciously when I watch it. 4. It is not easy for weak creatures to live in troubled times

378 综 Zongwu: I Am Duan Yu, Who Am I Afraid Of? Pen Falls into the WindMartial Arts1.1M WordsCompleted 310Reads5.9Score—Shelves

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The wind blew up the sky and the dragon came from Dali into the Central Plains. Only then did we realize that there was no Northern Song Dynasty in the world! In the land of the Central Plains, in the Eastern Tang, Southern Song, Western Xia and Northern Qin, there were countless masters, and strong men emerged in large numbers to compete for the world. The Qin Dynasty had Xiang Yu, the Tang Dynasty had the Yuan Dynasty, the Song Dynasty had overseas wealth, and Xixia lived in the desert, with Xidu at the head and evil people at the bottom. Guo Jing, a beggar from the north, Qiao Feng, a beggar from the south, and Murong Murong, each lead the way. I am Duan Yu, cough cough - don't be afraid, sister!

379 六 Six Doors: Confronting the Devil NiudunMystery1.5M WordsCompleted 2.5kReads8.8Score217Shelves

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How can the real world be separated from the influence of the court? The rivers and lakes are far away, the court is deep, love and hatred, the righteousness of the family and the country, the entanglements of interests, one case after another, who is behind it, and what is the truth? Ancient style conspiracy, suspenseful reasoning, the path to growth of the six-door headhunter... Brain-burning, please prepare tea... [Eat melon] [eat melon] [eat melon]

380 咨 Consultants in Jianghu Hu Reaches the TopEastern Fantasy305k WordsCompleted 1Reads—Score—Shelves

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Pure-blood martial arts, the opening chapter is full of Jianghu meaning

382 神 Divine Order 001, See! Like to Eat OrangesUrban3.2M WordsOngoing 704.6kReads9.1Score60.1kShelves

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Highly [almost crying] recommended! The latest and most interesting Swordsman martial arts fan novel: ①The protagonist Zhou [Love] Xu was drunk in a bar in his previous life, and when he woke up, he traveled to a different world. Zhou Xu traveled to the home of a hunter [OK], and [working on the manuscript] ended up [making faces] beating [KISS] [working on the manuscript] [crazy] [sad] hunting for a living. [Laughing] One day, I accidentally awakened the [Tian [Tip] Machine Pupil], which can analyze the world's martial arts. It wasn't until I met Linghu [Stunned] Chong in [You Taste] Meizhuang that I realized that in the world of [Smile] Swordsman [Laughs] [Roll Eyes] [Salute], "[Stunned] Star-Absorbing Dafa", "Dugujiu [Make Face] Sword", "Yi [Salute] Jin Jing [KISS]", and [OK] let's see how the protagonist masters the world's martial arts in this [Petrochemical] Xiaoao [licking screen] Jianghu Middle School. [Spit]... [Stunned][Love][Laughing]

383 影 Shadow Falls on Chung Yee Building Sunset StreetMartial Arts557k WordsCompleted 33Reads—Score—Shelves

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The true martial arts hero returns to the martial arts world! ! ! Recommend a good book, 6 girls disappeared at the beginning, a Feihong sword can make the difference between life and death, real martial arts, strong story, strong sense of plot substitution, no rebirth, no time travel, no tricks, decisive killing, decisive killing! ! ! ! !

384 从 The Road to Revival Begins with Xiaoao Bear with KnifeMartial Arts208k WordsOngoing 3.2kReads—Score192Shelves

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Pure martial arts, no system, no harem, no forced invincibility [laughing][laughing]

385 大 Pictures of Swordsmen in the Song Dynasty The Nameless Chivalrous SaintEastern Fantasy744k WordsCompleted 3.6kReads7.4Score242Shelves

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If you have never read "Pictures of Swordsmen of the Song Dynasty" in your life, it is in vain to call yourself a martial artist!

387 栖 Biography of Qiwucheng Wuyi SanrenEastern Fantasy306k WordsOngoing 51Reads5.8Score—Shelves

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"The martial arts story I wrote is a story of a knight-errant detective in the Tang Dynasty. I summarized my thirty-year understanding of society into various aspects of life in this river and lake. The story in the first volume is an Eastern version of Greek tragic heroism, and the story in the second volume is when the labor value of workers is far lower than what they get from their labor. Do they choose to join in with the exploiters or rise up to resist, or go with the flow. But just like Zhao Benshan's sketches I think the essence of a story is to serve readers. A novel must first make people read, and education and connotation are additional productivity when readers are willing to taste it. I think he should have done a good job, using montage techniques and grass snake gray lines to turn worldly sentiments into martial arts stories and use the sword of chivalry to solve unsolvable mysteries! Yes, we don't have swords in our hands, but I, a Chinese boy, have always dared to use my sword!"

388 多 The Sickly Prince Enters the World Seven BuddhasAncient Romance162k WordsCompleted 3Reads—Score—Shelves

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Once you enter the arena, your sword will disappear. Come on, add a bookshelf!

389 力 Use All Your Strength to Shatter the Vacuum Pepper FruitEastern Fantasy1.9M WordsCompleted 5kReads7.4Score306Shelves

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Millions of words, engaging to read

390 滚 Get Out of Here, You Monster, Come and Attack Me! Fried Peanuts with TomatoesAncient Romance121k WordsOngoing —Reads5.8Score—Shelves

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Take a look at this book

391 神 The Legend of the Divine Condor: I Cultivated Immortality in the Ancient Tomb Sect Walden MountainMartial Arts413k WordsCompleted 5.6kReads8.4Score276Shelves

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The dispute between rivers and lakes is wonderful

392 又 See the Killer Again Chu TiangeEastern Fantasy205k WordsCompleted 9Reads—Score—Shelves

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Take a look and see, you won't suffer any loss...

395 江 Twenty Years of Drinking and Drinking in Jianghu Ying'an QiansiEastern Fantasy314k WordsOngoing —Reads—Score—Shelves

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Promote the new book [send heart][send heart]

396 网 Online Game: the Disciple of Heaven I Want to Make Thirteen OrphansSports340k WordsOngoing 158Reads5.8Score—Shelves

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Martial arts online games, starting with Tiancan Shenggong

397 两 A Romance of Two Oddities RecklessEastern Fantasy786k WordsOngoing 953Reads9.4Score130Shelves

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A good novel delayed by the title

398 神 Postscript to the Divine Condor: Sectarian Storm Xia GuoqingMartial Arts276k WordsOngoing 33Reads—Score—Shelves

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Not a cool article! Not brainless! If you like Jin Yong's martial arts, you can try it!

399 侯 Hou Men's Poisonous Phoenix, the Princess Has Come Back to Kill Her Smart FoolAncient Romance595k WordsCompleted 364Reads—Score115Shelves

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I have a bit of a martial arts vibe, so come join in the fun.

400 在 I'm Yang Dingfeng Zhang GengnianEastern Fantasy669k WordsCompleted 46Reads5.8Score—Shelves

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Refining Qi, Acquired, Fetal Breath, True Essence, Subtlety, Wu Leak, Taoist Body, Heaven and Man, Transformation into Gods [Sneaky smile] [Sneaky smile] [Sneaky smile] [Sneaky smile] Do you think the protagonist will be in the above realm? Wrong, the protagonist does not go to the realm, the protagonist is directly initiated by the system. Let's take a look at the functional martial arts and the cultivation level of the other world, and see who is more awesome! [Thinking][Thinking][Thinking][Thinking] Let's see how many different martial arts I can write in this book! [Laugh][laugh][laugh][laugh]7