Wuxia: Start with max-level Nine Yang Divine Skill

Unfortunately, his martial arts skills were no match for Li Fu's.

Li Fu neither dodged nor avoided, but casually raised his hand and struck the side of the blade with a palm!

clang!

With a crisp sound, the powerful and fierce palm strike made Deng Huan's wrist go numb, and he almost dropped the knife from his hand.

Deng Huan was quite skilled; his reaction was extremely fast. With a flick of his wrist, the swift blade changed from a slash to a sweep, the cold light cutting across Li Fu's waist and abdomen. His moves were still cunning and insidious!

Li Fu kept his feet still, his upper body arched back like a bow, the sharp knife slicing past his clothes. It looked dangerous, but in reality, he was unhurried and handled the situation with ease.

"Watch the knife."

Deng Huan's expression changed drastically as he realized the huge gap in martial arts skills between himself and Li Fu. He hurriedly turned his knife around and slashed diagonally with his backhand. The blade light was like a venomous snake emerging from its hole, attacking Li Fu's lower body!

Three consecutive slashes, each move despicable and deadly!

"As expected of those shady, low-life rats, resorting to all sorts of underhanded tricks, trying to demolish my ancestral hall?"

Li Fu swayed slightly, easily dodging the three vicious slashing blades. He stepped forward, his left hand flashing out like lightning, his five fingers like hooks, grabbing at Deng Huan's wrist holding the knife!

Deng Huan was shocked and quickly withdrew his hand and pulled back his knife.

Li Fu's left hand, which had been gripping Deng Huan's wrist, transformed from a claw into a palm and slapped down on Deng Huan's wrist. The long sword immediately flew out of Deng Huan's hand and landed far away on the sand.

Deng Huan's arm trembled violently, becoming sore and numb.

Li Fu's right fist struck like thunder, aiming straight for Deng Huan's open chest, the palm wind howling, its force heavy and powerful!

Deng Huan had no way to avoid it and could only block with his arm in haste!

boom!

Fists and arms clashed!

Deng Huan felt a surge of powerful true energy, his arm throbbed with pain as if it would break, and he was shaken and staggered backward, his mouth churning with blood and a sweet taste in his throat.

Before Deng Huan could regain his footing, Li Fu's figure approached like the wind, and with a clean and swift grappling move, his five fingers locked Deng Huan's shoulder blade like iron clamps!

Strolling leisurely, a slight hook of the foot!

Pfft!

Deng Huan felt a sharp pain and numbness on half of her body, lost her footing, and fell heavily to the ground!

He tried to get up, but Li Fu's foot was already on his back, pressing down on him like a mountain, making him unable to move!

In just seven or eight moves, as fast as lightning, Deng Huan, the murderous devil who terrified the group of experts, was completely subdued like a dead dog!

If Li Fu hadn't wanted to capture him alive, he wouldn't have needed so many tricks to deal with him; he would have already used the "Regretful Dragon" move.

"You...who exactly are you...?"

Deng Huan lay on the ground, struggling to lift his head. Looking at the excessively young face before him, his expression was extremely grim.

How could someone so young possess such high martial arts skills?!

Stop talking nonsense.

And don't even try to escape.

Li Fu interrupted, placing his foot firmly on Deng Huan's back.

Deng Huan felt as if Mount Tai was pressing down on him, or as if a bronze cauldron weighing a thousand pounds was pressing down on him. He could hardly struggle, and even breathing was difficult.

Although he was facing the sand, he could escape by burrowing into the sand using his sand-walking ability.

But I believe that if there is the slightest movement at this moment, the foot on his back can exert a little force and release a powerful internal force to shatter his heart meridian immediately!

"I'm in your hands, what do you want from me?"

The gate of life was right in front of him, yet he was helpless. Deng Huan stood frozen, like a rabbit in a tiger's mouth, not daring to move an inch.

"Your ability to burrow and swim in the sand like a fish in water is quite impressive," Li Fu said.

"No matter how clever you are, you still managed to get your hands on me, didn't you?" Deng Huan was being trampled on, his face half-buried in the scalding sand, filled with regret and resentment.

"You deliberately created a flaw to lure me in... and I foolishly believed you! Too bad I wasn't as skilled!"

He hadn't expected his opponent to have so many flaws, and indeed he had. But when he thrust his sword with all his might, he was sent flying by the opponent's protective aura.

Li Fu has captured this guy, which now completely confirms his guess.

How could this murderer kill silently and disappear instantly right under everyone's noses?

The old man with the raging fire and his companions were all experts in their respective fields. They came for the Golden Tower Sand Ruins, and many of them were entering the desert for the first time. In other places, they were used to only watching their surroundings and not being constantly on guard against their footing.

The ground in the desert is different from other places; the sand is soft.

Of course, this martial art that allows one to move through the sand is indeed unpredictable and difficult to defend against!

Li Fu's feet sank slightly, his voice turning cold, "With your skill in sand-burrowing raids, I imagine quite a few treasure hunters have died by your blade over the years, haven't they?"

Deng Huan groaned, feeling as if his back was about to be broken.

Li Fu then pressed him for answers.

"Among those who died by your blade, was there ever a taciturn, broad-faced, short-nosed, honest-looking person, whose entire being was utterly unremarkable?"

Deng Huan sensed that Li Fu seemed to care about this person, and with difficulty, he uttered a few words through the sand: "This person...who is he to you?"

"Um?"

Li Fu only let out a soft hum.

The internal force under his feet suddenly increased.

Like a giant elephant stomping its foot, it made Deng Huan groan with a tooth-grinding pain from every bone in his body!

He felt like he was about to be trampled to death the next second, and his internal organs were about to burst out of his seven orifices!

"Never seen him before, and probably...never killed the person you're talking about!" Deng Huan shouted, afraid that if he answered too slowly he would be turned into a pile of broken bones and flesh.

"to be honest!

Are you saying this because you're afraid of dying, or have you truly never seen anything like it?

Li Fu continued his stomping without slowing down, and questioned in a cold voice.

Deng Huan hurriedly explained, panting, "Those who were drawn here by the legend of the Golden Tower and Sand Ruins, weren't they all dreaming of getting rich overnight? Or thinking about mastering divine skills and dominating the martial arts world?"

Among the people I killed were cunning and treacherous, ambitious and aggressive, and cautious and prudent...

The kind of honest and simple person you described is really rare!

If I had killed someone, I would definitely remember it!

He spoke very quickly, as if afraid of being criticized again.

"Really?" Li Fu pressed.

Deng Huan said he had never met Uncle Wu, which made him somewhat skeptical.

Just as he said, even if Wu Bo really died at Deng Huan's hands, Deng Huan might still deny it to the death.

Deng Huan quickly added.

"This desert is so vast, people come from all directions... sometimes I don't even encounter them... some are lured here by treasure, but it might not be my turn to take action..."

"You did have accomplices!"

Li Fu caught the key information and snorted coldly.

I didn't ask any more questions.

Click, click!

Two stomps, two teeth-grinding cracking sounds!

"My...my hand..."

Deng Huan's arms were broken by being stepped on, and the excruciating pain caused him to scream like a pig being slaughtered. He curled up on the ground, his tattered clothes instantly soaked with cold sweat.

He bent down, grabbed Deng Huan by the back of the neck, who was pale as a ghost, and turned around with him, striding back.

"Oh dear, Young Master Li is back!"

As everyone waited anxiously, they all stood up when they saw Li Fu capture someone and bring him back!

"Young Master Li seems to have captured someone. Could he be the one who secretly harmed the three of us?"

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing Li Fu return safely.

Even the most obtuse person now understands that Li Fu's unusual arrogance and going to sleep alone was actually an attempt to use himself as bait!

"Amitabha Buddha, Young Hero Li's martial arts skills are extraordinary, and his courage and sense of responsibility are even more remarkable. This humble monk admires him."

Looking at Li Fu, he appeared calm and composed, showing no signs of a fierce struggle. It was clear that he had captured the man easily and effortlessly.

This courage and martial arts skill both shocked and impressed everyone.