Best Martial Novel List

Legend of beggar ancestor

Thank Chang Fei This novel tells the legendary life of Sha Junqi, a military general in the Western Zhou Dynasty. He wandered and begged when he was young, drank animal milk in the jungle and created his own martial arts. Later, he grew up in the army and became a senior general of Shi family all the way. He loves the country and the people, is brave and good at fighting, uses arms like a God, and will win every battle. He became acquainted with poplar. After every war, he would order "one tree for each race to celebrate his martial arts". But he missed civilian life, often begged the world, punished evil and promoted good, and was respected as the ancestor of beggars by later generations.

Say that heroes are the best in the world

Uncle Shanghai is not little K A little powder of great Xia Wen Ruian, who can only fill holes, can't create, and write indiscriminately. We forgive you, and hope to make up all the holes in great Xia Wen's works.

Nine rains are sincere, good and gentle

Flying little yellow croaker A mantra of "soldiers will block, water and earth will cover"< Br> the motto of "heaven will bestow great responsibilities on us"< Br> long Yucheng started as a constable and ventured into the Jianghu.

Magic sword reproduction

Duan Xiaofei Ye Fei, an unknown swordsman, ran into yuan Suye, a girl with a magic sword. The two met by chance and started a thrilling adventure story!

Amazing and easy

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Nothingness Lingsha

Han Tao Wu Han "Fierce ghost Yin Sha" is a killer organization established for ten years. At the beginning of its establishment, the seven-year-old sunshine boy was brought into the organization. Since then, his world has completely fallen into darkness. He has experienced inhuman torture in the organization. Why does he still struggle to live? Is he still nostalgic for the world? Or is there something he didn't do? Make him unwilling to leave like this

Green awn not red

Forest Liuwei "Water dragon singing · peach river in spring at dusk" six flavors in the forest peach river in spring at dusk, when Valley rain comes and dawn is less sunny. Clouds lock the Spring Moon, willow flowers and leaves are beautiful, and thousands of flowers look like scenery. April locust summer, warm and cold, color clothes and red sleeves. It's a long summer. Why do you have to be light blue? The rest place is green and even green the house b...

Martial arts assassination system

Anonymous aftertaste "I won't let your blood flow in vain, I swear" standing in the ruins, Li Xuan looked at everything around firmly "Baji boxing, Li Zhiyuan, please give me your advice" Li Zhiyuan hugged his fist and said respectfully to the charterer in front "boy, are you interested in being my son?" looking at the man in front who is nearly 7 meters tall and has a beard like two tusks, Li Zhiyuan was speechless Li Zhiyuan said that he just came to work for the system and had no idea of being a son.

Starting from the young villa leader, I walk alone in the Jianghu

Jun Guibei The green shirt blows the west wind, the white horse and silver hair lean against the bridge, practice the Nine Yang Sutra inside, practice the diamond fist outside, and have 27 silver needles in your hand. There is no empty hair. Kill one person in ten steps without leaving a line for thousands of miles he was a young man and sat still. He let the players painted from the past life Temple beg grandpa and grandma, but he was still unmoved "young villa leader, please give me back my equipment." "young villa leader's martial arts are unparalleled. I've been a young villa leader all my life, so I'll take the small one." "don't talk nonsense. Young villa leader is my big brother. Who dares to touch me?" this is a story of a spirited young man wandering the comprehensive martial arts Jianghu

Flowers are all over my clothes

Light a red candle Strangers are like jade, and the childe is unparalleled in the world. He is a graceful and gentle son of an aristocratic family there are beautiful women in the north, peerless and independent. She is a cold, beautiful and graceful pearl of Mobei when we first met in the small peach garden, the ten mile long pavilion was moving. Whether the meeting is the moment of the red rose or the eternal tenderness of the white moonlight "if one day, we are all very old and can't go anywhere. If my hands can still move at that time, let me draw Dai Mei for you and comb green silk with plain hands."