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163 林 Lin Che's Sword Su Mentancompleted —Reads—Score—Shelves

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An ancient sword that had been in the dust for thirty years, a sect that was annihilated by blood and fire. Young Lin Che escaped by chance on the night when her family was exterminated. With blood feud and unsolved mysteries, she stepped into the turbulent world. From the undercurrent of water transportation in the south of the Yangtze River, to the fog surrounding the famous and decent families; from the pressing step by step killers of the Jianghu, to the vague phantom of the power of the court - he gradually discovered that the so-called grievances in the Jianghu were actually a shocking chess game that swept the martial arts world and the government and the public. There is the traditional martial arts charm of swords, shadows, and gleams of swords, as well as an interlocking suspense layout. The master-disciple bond between the sword keeper and the escapee, the multi-party game in the undercurrent, and the shocking truth are approaching in the process of peeling off the cocoon. "A sword is not just for killing people. Sometimes, its greatest use is to keep those who deserve to live alive."

164 桃 Taomu Legend Mountain Shaking Monkeyongoing —Reads7.4Score—Shelves

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The story is truly heartfelt. This martial arts novel does not take the usual path, is neither routine nor systematic! Other sword cultivators are busy establishing sects, and the blind swordsman hero uses a peach wood sword to leave a way for evil spirits to survive, guarding a trace of compassion in a troubled world!

165 这 Is This Also Jianghu? Boring CombEastern Fantasy586k Wordsongoing 728Reads7.1Score—Shelves

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166 血 Once the Blood Shadow Appears, No Chickens or Dogs Will Be Left Behind Zhu Zhiguocompleted —Reads—Score—Shelves

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Nowadays, martial arts is written in the system, so what kind of bullshit martial arts is it? The protagonist is invincible when he appears, so what else is he called Jianghu? After reading this book, I will post a chapter about the highlight moments of the villain written by the author. This is the real arena. 100,000 Words, there are about 10 martial arts scenes, each one is different, and the writing power is as good as that of Mr. Jin. **Extra Chapter: The Ferocious Monk Dayou (2)** When Monk Dayou of the Sky-shaking Bell Arhat saw that his pursuers were dead, he felt so happy that he couldn't help but look up to the sky and laugh. Just when he was proud, he caught a glimpse of a person quietly standing under the shadow of a tree not far away from the corner of his eye. The man was tall and thin, dressed in black robes, with a ferocious mask with red faces and fangs on his face. He stretched his hands forward at shoulder level and was jumping towards him. There are many monks who are as bold as a warrior and believe in their own invincibility in mystical skills. How can they be afraid of these pretenders? "Hey!" He shouted loudly, the sound was like thunder, "How dare you, little thief, come here to die!" The weirdo in black robe ignored him and didn't say anything. When he jumped more than ten feet away from Monk Dayou, he suddenly let out a weird laugh, jumped up, and rushed towards him fiercely! The long black nails on the ten fingers are like poisonous eagle claws, carrying ten balls of stinky black gas, digging straight into the heart of Monk Dayou! Monk Dayou was on guard for a long time. Without even raising his eyelids, he flicked the Sanskrit word "Om" on the bronze bell next to him. "When--" A Qingyue bell rang, and several rays of golden light suddenly shot out from the surface of the bronze bell, all of which hit the man. After a burst of green smoke, several large holes were burned through the black robe on his body, revealing the pale skin underneath. However, the man seemed to be completely unconscious, and his forward momentum did not slow down at all, and the black claws reached his chest in an instant! Monk Dayou suddenly rose up and stepped back three feet. At the same time, with luck in his palm, he shouted and swung forward violently! "Bang!" This palm was firmly printed on the chest of the black-robed weirdo. The man's body felt like it was hit by a heavy hammer, and the force of his palm knocked him away a foot. He fell heavily to the ground and slid several feet away. When the man jumped up from the ground again, his neck had twisted unnaturally and was hanging limply on his chest. After a heart-wrenching "crack-squeak" sound, he actually raised his hand and grabbed his head, turned it back to its original position, tapped it back and forth, and let out a few ghostly howls again, as if he was quite satisfied with his "bone-setting" technique. Immediately afterwards, he jumped again and rushed towards Monk Dayou fearlessly. Monk Dayou traveled all over the country and saw many strange people and strange things, but this was the first time he encountered such a strange situation. He wondered in his heart: Could it be that he had killed too many people and his blood was so strong that he had really attracted ghosts from the underworld? "Hmph!" He then sneered and became proud, "The Sa family is a disciple of Buddhism, and there are seven Buddhas three feet above his head to protect him! Forget about a mere imp and zombie, it is the bull-headed horse face and the Yin and Yang judge from the underworld. What should the Sa family have to fear!" Monk Dayou took out a string of simple Buddhist beads from his arms, hung them on his chest, and drank the six-character mantra in a deep voice. I saw the golden light flowing on the Buddha beads, and the shadows of seven golden Buddhas more than a foot square gradually rose, slowly rotating around his body, emitting the light of the relics, and a colorful rainbow fell from the sky, connecting heaven and earth. The "weird man" didn't seem to see the vision of the Buddha's light shining in front of him and the golden Buddha protecting his body. He didn't react at all when the Buddha's light shone on his body. He still moved his claws mechanically and grabbed Monk Dayou's chest. When the monk saw this, he looked up to the sky and laughed, and sneered: "I thought I was some kind of monster, but it turned out to be a puppet manipulated by the Yan family in Hunan!" He stretched out his foot and hooked the edge of the bell, and the bell fell sideways. Monk Dayou took a step back, crouched down, and with his right arm, he easily held the bronze bell as thick as a bucket in his arms. Immediately, his luck came to his left palm, golden light surged around the edge of the palm, and there was a faint sound of wind and thunder. With a slight shout, his left palm was like a sharp axe, slashing straight towards the tail of the bronze bell! "Here -" there was a sharp sound, like a sharp knife cutting through soft tofu! The bronze bell wall, which was more than two inches thick, had a large hole cut out by his flesh palm, and the cross section was as smooth as a mirror! Monk Dayou held the bronze bell with both hands flat, put the newly cut hole close to his mouth, and pointed the mouth of the bell at the "weirdo" who was rushing towards him. He took a sharp breath, exerted all the strength of his Dantian, and yelled at the entrance of the hole: "Get out of here—!" This yell was like a thunderbolt exploding in mid-air! But the sound wave erupting from the mouth of the bell has condensed into substance, turning into a violent white sound wave, which instantly hit the "weirdo"! "Pfft!" The "weirdo" didn't even hum. His whole body was smashed to pieces by the sound waves like rotten wood! The sound wave continued unabated, rolled up countless gravel and grass stalks, turned into a roaring angry dragon, and crashed straight into the shadow of the tree! Like a hurricane passing by, "Crash!" There was a loud and devastating sound, and three or four big trees as thick as a bowl were broken in response. The other trees were also blown to and fro by the strong wind, and the broken branches and leaves were rolled up into the air, blocking the sky and the sun. The strong wind gradually subsided and the dust settled. I saw a person staggering out of the bushes. His clothes were ragged and could barely cover his body. He staggered a few steps toward Monk Dayou. He opened his mouth and uttered "Uh-huh," as if he wanted to say something, but suddenly spurted out a few large mouthfuls of blood. Then he fell to the ground with his face covered. He twitched twice and then became silent again. He was already dead. Monk Dayou put down the bronze bell, strode up to the corpse, and turned it over with his toes. When he saw the other person's face clearly, he spat and said bitterly: "Huh! It's Yan Lao Er! How dare you come to the Sa family to seek death!" Then he thought about it, Hunan Xiangxi is thousands of miles away from the land of Qinghai, and he had no grudge against the Yan family who controlled the corpse. Why did they come all the way to pursue him here? The battle just now consumed a lot of energy, and now the breath in his dantian is churning. Monk Dayou had no time to think about it, so he found a remote corner, sat down cross-legged, and went to meditate while adjusting his breath.