Zhutian: My skills are not serious

Chapter 772 Wang Xianzhi vs Chu Pingsheng, the ultimate showdown
The Wu family sword slave, who was at the peak of the Vajra Realm and had already stepped halfway into the realm of Finger Mystery under Li Chungang's training, never understood until his death how Wu Jian's Prison Ox Sword Qi could chop off his head.

There was a flash of green light, and a small black sword appeared above Chu Pingsheng's head, and it absorbed the sword energy that Wu Jianwen had cultivated for decades.

Xu Fengnian was not surprised. After all, Lin Qing had snatched the sword from Li Chungang when he was in Longhu Mountain. However, Wu Jian's old eyes were as big as copper bells. After avoiding the power of the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, he used the sword formula again and again, but it was like a stone sinking into the sea.

Others don't know his situation, but he himself knows very well that this Qiuniu sword energy is completely different from the sword energy practiced by ordinary swordsmen.

Wu Su's sword is the Daliang Dragon Bird, Wu Liuding's sword is the Su King, and Deng Tai'a's sword is the Tai'a Sword. As the patriarch of the Wu Family Sword Tomb, he of course also has a sword, and not just one, but nine in total, namely Qiuniu, Chiwen, Chaofeng, Suanni, Jiaotu, Yazi, Gongfu, Pulao, and Pixiu.

However, he only got the sword intent of these nine swords, took it into his body, and cultivated it into nine sword auras with different merits. The sword aura just taken away by Lin Qing was the Prison Ox sword aura, which was the most moderate and peaceful. Sword auras like this that have been cultivated for many years and branded with personal marks have only been defeated since ancient times, and rarely taken away by others. But now... it was taken away by Lin Qing?

He was very confused until Helian Jianchi's blood flowed to his feet. Then he realized that this was not a dream, but real. That guy really took away his Qiuniu sword energy and killed two Wu family sword slaves in front of him.

"Boy, you are courting death!"

At this time, the man with the sword scar, who had left the city with Wu Jian, raised his sword and stabbed.

"Zhu Huang, no!"

Wu Jian tried to stop him, but it was too late. Chu Pingsheng, who was originally sitting on the shaft of the cart, suddenly disappeared and appeared above the head of another illegitimate son of the Wu family's sword tomb, who had been like a brother to Deng Tai'a in his youth, with silver wind flashing in his hand and condensing into a sphere.

Wu Jian shouted loudly and released three sword energies of Jiaotu, Yazi and Gongfu. Xu Fengnian also took the opportunity to swing his sword, but was once again blocked by Old Xu's killing sword. The two men stood there with hatred - one was the groom whose entire family was tragically killed by Beiliang, and the other was the prince whose hands and feet were chopped off by the groom.

Zhu Huang shouted loudly, and swung his sword. The arc of sword energy turned upward and pierced Chu Pingsheng's chest. He was not at the peak of the Vajra Realm like Gongsun Xiushui and Helian Jianchi. He was a real Zhixuan swordsman, who was equipped with the Zhixuan secret technique. He thought that with Wu Jian's three sword thrusts, even Li Chungang would have to temporarily avoid the edge.

Chu Pingsheng is not Li Chungang, so he would not dodge. He reduced the strength of his hands and just pushed the simulated "Rasengan" forward. The silver wind with sporadic sword energy swirled and spread, blowing away the multiple arc-shaped sword energy swung by Zhu Huang, twisting around the Luoying Sword, and piercing the right hand holding the sword, the gray sleeve behind, the white undershirt, and even the entire forearm, making it bloody and bloody, with the tendons and skin bursting, almost crippling it.

Zhu Huang groaned and stepped back several feet. His feet left two long marks on the bluestone slabs. Although his right hand kept shaking and blood was flowing down the blade, he still held the Luoying Sword tightly.

Wu Jian's three sword energies were about to hit the target, but he saw the demon turned his face, stretched his left arm back, and very strangely grabbed the extremely cold sword energy of the Gongfu, and opened his mouth again, swallowing the sword energy of the Jiaozi, which was known for its sharpness, in one gulp.

That's right, swallow it.

“Eat…eat?”

In the carriage behind Xu Fengnian, Yu Youwei was stunned when she saw this scene. She had never thought that the big devil would do such a thing.

As for the last light sword energy of the Jiaotu sword, it seemed to be the fastest. He did not react in time and let it hit his back. The muscles from the shoulder blade to the biceps femoris to the elbow twisted and shot out from the right hand, stabbing the chest of the unprepared Zhu Huang.

Just as the illegitimate son of the Wu family's sword tomb, who had the same background as Deng Tai'a, was about to die under the sword energy of the patriarch, a green light pierced through the notice board at the city gate, collided with the sword energy and forced it back.

Wu Jian hurriedly pinched the sword formula to retract it. Chu Pingsheng clasped the five fingers of his right hand, turned his claws, and with a loud dragon roar, he forcibly took back the control of Jiaotu's sword energy. The two swords between his eyebrows flashed quickly. The Gongfu in his left hand and Jiaotu in his right hand finally calmed down and were taken into his body. Looking at Wu Jian with a very ugly face, he said, "Is it weird? Sui Xiegu can eat the sword, but I can't? This...are there any more? More?"

"..."

Wu Jian was speechless. He had nurtured nine sword energies for decades, but lost four of them in just a moment. It would be strange if he was happy.

"Deng Tai'a, now that you are here, why are you hiding?"

Chu Pingsheng shouted towards the city gate, and soon a middle-aged man in a grey gown, with white hair and a peach branch in his hand walked out from the shadow of the city gate. It was none other than Deng Tai'a, the famous Peach Blossom Sword God in the world of Snow Blade.

If he hadn't used the Xuanjia Sword to block Lin Qing's rebounding Jiaotu sword energy, Zhu Huang would have been dead.

"Lin Qing..."

Deng Tai'a and Wu Jian looked at each other for a few seconds, then walked into the sunlight, looking at him expressionlessly, without any sadness or joy.

"Look at you, did you receive the sword that Li Chungang's soul sent?"

"Yes."

Deng Tai'a walked in front of Zhu Huang, but was pushed away by the tribesman who regarded him as an opponent, as if he did not appreciate his help.

"Today is the day for your final battle with Wang Xianzhi. You are fighting with the audience without seeing the real master. Aren't you afraid of consuming too much energy and being targeted by Wang Xianzhi?"

"audience?"

Chu Pingsheng sneered, but didn't waste time talking to him. He slowly rose to the same height as the city wall, looked at the various weapons stuck on it, and pointed. The brown-yellow long sword stuck in a crack in the upper right corner of the city gate, with a few pieces of linen wrapped around the hilt to increase friction, vibrated a few times and quickly shot into his palm.

Standing on the top of the city wall, the swordsman wearing a bamboo hat among the twelve warriors guarding the tower snorted coldly: "Put it down!"

Chu Pingsheng ignored these guys who were just pretending to be powerful and talking too much in front of him by relying on Wang Xianzhi's reputation. He blew away the dust on the blade of the brown-yellow long sword and said softly, "Jian Jiuhuang's Huanglu..."

Hearing Huang Lu's name, Xu Fengnian, who was standing next to Wu Jian with a gloomy face, suddenly changed his expression. Jian Jiuhuang collected six famous swords, among which Huang Lu was the strongest. Because he was defeated in the competition with Wang Xianzhi, the Huang Lu sword was lost in Wudi City. This was a lifelong regret for Jian Jiuhuang.

The fat man holding the Judge's Pen among the Twelve Warriors said, "Only if you defeat the city lord will you be qualified to take the sword."

Chu Pingsheng raised his eyelids slightly, and suddenly slashed with his sword. As the sword energy spread, a blood mist rose from the top of the city wall. The bodies of the twelve slaves were separated, five heads fell into the city, and three bodies fell outside the city. The daring spectators who had illusions were scared and fled in panic.

This guy first killed the people from the Wu Family Sword Tomb, then killed the gatekeeper of Wudi City. With one strike of his sword, six second-grade junior masters and six Vajra Realm masters were killed. Not a single one survived. He was so cruel. Many people have never seen or even heard of such a lawless guy in their entire lives.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...

With the sound of sleeves tearing through the air, four more people appeared where the Twelve Warriors Slaves had originally stood. The leader was none other than Yu Xinlang, who had gone to Mount Longhu to deliver the declaration of war to Wang Xianzhi. He was still dressed the same way, with a sword on his back, a thin grey shirt and a green belt around his waist.

On Yu Xinlang's left hand side was a man holding a big sword, who was one or two years younger than him. There was a small black birthmark on his left forehead, which was a little eye-catching. I guess it was Lou Huang, the swordsman at the pinnacle of the Mystical Swordsmanship that Zhao Kai mentioned.

On the right hand side of Yu Xinlang was a beauty in a tassel skirt, she was about 28 or 29 years old, with a fairy bun on her head, a face as white as a spring peach, and eyes as bright as ink. She really lived up to the character of a beauty on the Rouge List. This was naturally Wang Xianzhi's third disciple Lin Ya. It was said that she was very good at boxing and could rival martial artists in the Profound Realm. Chu Pingsheng looked at her again and again and found that her hands were delicate and even more delicate than those of Baidi. She didn't look like she had achieved any success in external skills at all.

The person next to Lin Ya was a man with a big round face, chubby body, nine scars on his head, and looked like a monk, but he was wearing a tattered Taoist robe. He must be Wang Xianzhi's fourth disciple Gong Banque, who was said to be a Qigong practitioner.

The monk's features, the Taoist's attire, and the cultivator's practice methods are really unique.

"Mr. Lin, what do you mean?"

Wang Xianzhi looked down on the Twelve Wu Nuslaves. To be honest, it was just wishful thinking for these Vajra Realm guys to help guard the city. Wang Xianzhi did not object, nor did he tell the outside world that they were from Wu Di City. However, Yu Xinzhi and the other three had a good relationship with the Wu Nus. After all, Wang Xianzhi usually didn't care about things, and they were the ones who took care of the city affairs. It was easier with the help of the Wu Nus. Now, Lin Qing killed all the watchdogs of Wu Di City in one breath before even entering the city. Wang Xianzhi might not care, but the four of them felt very uncomfortable.

"I don't like people telling me what to do and what not to do."

Lou Huang said: "This is Wudi City, Wudi City has its own rules."

"You said it yourself, these are the rules of Wudi City. From today on, this is no longer Wudi City, so all the rules are no longer rules."

From today on, this is no longer Wu Di City?

The three people except Yu Xinlang were stunned for a moment before they reacted, and their faces became even gloomier. Lou Huang could no longer bear it and grasped the hilt of Bodhisattva Man's sword. Yu Xinlang quickly crossed his arm to stop him, so as to prevent his junior brother from following the fate of the two people in the Wu family sword tomb.

As the person who went to Longhu Mountain to deliver the declaration of war, he was very clear about Lin Qing's style.

"It's written on the visiting card that Master is waiting for you at the South Gate..."

"I saw an acquaintance first, and then I saw something belonging to an old friend. I insist on going through the west gate. Do you have any objection?"

Yu Xinlang: “…”

"Big Brother!" Lou Huang was very indignant. In the past, those who came to challenge their master were all polite and courteous. Only this guy was so hateful.

"Lou Huang!"

Lou Huang gritted his teeth, turned around, and simply didn't look outside the city.

Chu Pingsheng was too lazy to pay attention to him. He slowly fell down, flicked the Huanglu sword in his hand, and clamped the sword fingers and broke it in front of Xu Fengnian. Ding, the Huanglu made a wail and broke into two pieces.

"I said, I'll break his swords one by one. Yes, six swords, all in one."

Wu Jian saw the lost elasticity of the old face's muscles twitching, and caught a glimpse of the broken sword of King Su in Old Xu's hand, and the anger in his heart surged.

Xu Fengnian also suppressed his anger and cursed Wang Xianzhi in his heart. For a demon like Lin Qing, couldn't he just be annihilated by a group of people like Li Chungang did? He had to invite people to Wudi City in the form of a declaration of war. After the people came, he still put on airs and waited at the South Gate instead of meeting at the West Gate. What was the point of this show?
Perhaps he heard Xu Fengnian's inner complaints, as Lin Ya faced southeast and called out "Master", he saw an old man younger than Wu Jian, but with white hair, beard and eyebrows, walking in the air with his hands behind his back. He was still far away the moment before, and the next moment he came to Yu Xinlang and the other three, standing in the air, looking at the people below.

(End of this chapter)