Sword from Hengshan

Chapter 183: The changing of times! (8.372k!)
The sky is bright and the wind is singing on the Dragon Boat Festival.

The sound of iron horses on the eaves of Liu's mansion is pleasant and crisp.

The sky was bright, but the sword light seemed brighter than the sky, and it was so dazzling that all the heroes looked at it with awe.

At this moment, my thoughts are confused and my heart is in turmoil.

Amid the noise, Yu Jizi stared absentmindedly at the sword in his hand.

The Eighteen Bends that Zhao Rong had tattooed on him just now were not tattooed on his body, but were all tattooed on his heart.

Those words on swordplay were like heavy punches, smashing the already pierced heart into pieces!
Given his personality, he should have retorted harshly or even argued unreasonably.

But at this moment, I couldn't think of any words to refute.

He has practiced this sword technique for sixty years, how could he not be proficient in it?
The Eighteen-turn Sword Technique says:

"Where a ray of sky opens, a ladder hangs upside down and sighs. Facing the quiet valley with pines, the cliffs on both sides are cold. It rises three thousand feet above the ground and soars eighteen times in the air. Since people have passed by, they all say that this is difficult."

Yes, what he said was absolutely correct.

The sunlight shone on the blade of Yu Jizi's sword, and the reflected light made his eyes blurry. He seemed to see the shadow of the man in green dancing with the sword above him again.

He could see that the Eighteen Bends of Mount Tai were exquisite and their steepness was fascinating.

But I just can't figure out whether this man in green is the Xiaoxiang Sword God or the Dongling Patriarch.

A whole sixty years has passed in vain.

When I thought of this, I felt as if my heart was being cut by a knife.

Yu Jizi looked up at Zuo Lengchan, whose pupils were dilated, and then glanced at Tianmen Taoist.

Heartbroken, he no longer had any thoughts of fighting for the position of the head of the sect.

"admire."

Yu Jizi said something to Zhao Rong, and then his Taoist robe swung and a "swish" sound was heard.

His sword flew out and stabbed into the central courtyard.

There was a chaotic sound of footsteps, and the martial artists who had formed a large circle opened up a gap. Yu Jizi left Liu's house without looking back, carrying an empty scabbard.

Mr. Mo Da, who was sitting near the main hall, was very surprised, but there was only a faint smile on his face.

Many people's eyes occasionally drifted in Mo Da's direction.

Lu Lianrong's yellow eyes kept moving, and the happy smile on his face looked a little hideous.

The eyes of many martial arts people were focused on the man in green in the center of the compound, and there was no malice in the eyes of the vast majority of them.

The Sword God was really fighting with them!

Our eyes are not blind.

Songfeng swordsmanship and Taishan Eighteen Bends look completely different when used by the Sword God.

It was as if the Qingcheng Patriarch and the Taishan Patriarch were face to face, and the two masters wielded their swords like flying.

The power and technique are truly eye-opening.

and
After the Sword God demonstrated his skills, he actually pointed out the key points and explained the essence. What a broad mind and courage he has!

Although it sounded like a scolding, isn't it the utmost happiness to be scolded by your own ancestor?

Not to mention the Qingcheng and Taishan families, even for the bystanders who listened to it, it was like tasting fairy wine, with endless aftertaste.

"Amitabha."

Master Fang Zheng chanted a Buddhist name: "The Sword God's martial arts are rare in the world and are already extraordinary."

Most people did not understand Fang Zheng's profound meaning, but Zhao Rong smiled at the kind-looking old monk and said, "Master, you are too kind."

At this time, the crowd was in an uproar, and the leaders such as Zhenshanzi and Baihongzi all perked up.

The martial artists also became excited.

The Master Jinding of the Emei Sect had some concerns, but his two fellow disciples had already walked out with swords in their arms.

It was Taoist Songwen and Taoist Songya.

The two men raised their swords and saluted: "The Sword God's methods are extraordinary, but our doubts are growing."

"Oh?"

Taoist Songya looked around at the heroes and said, "Fist, palm, sword, internal and external skills, there are huge differences between each school and sect."

Taoist Songwen continued, "Human power is limited. It is very difficult to master all the martial arts of a school. Even the most talented person cannot master all the martial arts of various schools."

"Our Emei Sect is not like Qingcheng Sect and Taishan Sect. Few of our disciples have ever been involved in martial arts, and not many of them are familiar with our sect's swordsmanship."

"We have never fought against the Sword God before. Since we have come to Hengshan to discuss swordplay, we must offend him."

How could Zhao Rong not hear the deeper meaning in his words?

"please."

This one word in response shocked the whole house.

The martial artists present were not fools. Taoist Songya and Taoist Songwen wanted to learn the Emei sword technique.

You dare to accept this?
After hearing this, the monk on the Golden Summit frowned slightly. Taoist Songya and Taoist Songwen looked at each other.

The sounds of two swords being drawn were heard at the same time.

They did not rush to attack, but instead performed sword moves on the left and right.

The two of them didn't believe it. How could the Emei sword technique be learned just by looking at it for a few times?

Taoist Songya uses the Emei Willow Catkins Sword. The floating clouds and willow catkins have no roots, and they fly as they go across the vast sky and earth. The sword moves are complex, agile and extremely light.

And what about Taoist Songwen?

The flying catkins are scattered by the wind, and the remaining air melts towards the sun. Long spears gather hundreds of armors, and cavalry gathers to break through thousands of layers!

His swordsmanship seems to be of the same origin as Taoist Songya's, but it is more powerful and strong, and it is the Emei Feixu Sword.

Zhao Rong's eyes lit up.

Now he has a deep understanding of the creation of yin and yang and the way all things come into being, and his ability to derive thousands of swords is even better than before.

In addition, he had learned many sword techniques at the Cliff of Regret, and his various changes were still vivid in his mind.

At a glance, one could tell there was something fishy about the two men's swordsmanship.

Taoist Songya put away his sword, and Taoist Songwen was about to attack with his sword.

"You two can come together."

Taoist Songya was stunned and thought, if we show you two sword techniques and attack you at the same time, can you still use two sword techniques separately to deal with us?
I felt something was wrong and suddenly became angry.

Outrageous!

So arrogant!
His mind raced as he followed his fellow disciple and drew his sword.

As soon as the Emei Sect's master made a move, all the martial artists showed different expressions.

These two men, one hard and one soft, have two different sets of sword techniques that combine to form a perfect match, just like hitting a drum with a drumstick and the drum makes a sound.

The two men wielded their swords very quickly, and the sound of the swords' chanting was like the same tune of a sheng and a chime, strangely in harmony!
This is the foundation of the world's great sects.

The two men's moves were already in front of Zhao Rong. Taoist Songya's sword fluttered, and Taoist Songwen rose up with the wind, with the flutter flying horizontally. The two long swords flashed, attacking the major acupoints on the chest.

The wind was blowing and the chest was about to be torn into a hole!
Zhao Rong raised his sword to block the two sword lights, and the sound of the swords clashing was like drums beating before a battle.

Tianshu, Liangmen, Qihuo, Yingchuang, Qimen. All kinds of strange and varied acupoint attacking techniques were controlled by the sword.

The more Taoists Songya and Songwen fought, the more horrified they became.

It felt like a stream of cold air rushed into the coccyx point, and the entire lower body felt cold.

The opponent switched sword moves so quickly it was simply terrifying!
Zhao Rong used the Feixu Sword against Taoist Songwen's Feixu Sword, and used the Liuxu Sword against Taoist Songya's Liuxu Sword.

The hard and soft swords can be switched freely in his hands, and he can also strike out the swords accordingly, without any error!
The onlookers were dazzled. They stared at Zhao Rong's sword and felt their hearts beating rapidly.

Sometimes hard, sometimes soft, the sword moves changed so quickly, the sword force twisted so suddenly, the strong collision between hardness and softness made the true energy in their bodies restless, and some people's eyes were widened to the extreme without realizing it.

I only felt the sword light rushing into my eyes, and the hardness and softness were constantly alternating.

"what!"

The man on the golden roof who was watching the battle had his heart broken at a certain moment and he could no longer remain calm. He let out a low roar, and his eyes beneath his white eyebrows showed endless surprise and suspicion!
Taoist Songwen and Taoist Songya were no longer able to resist.

They simply couldn't block the incoming sword skills and could only wave their swords in a trance.

Zhao Rong's sword light suddenly became dense, like drawn silk, like plucking cocoons, like the water of the Yangtze River, endless!
Evolved to the extreme!
Not only are the moves fantastic, but they are also flawless.

Suddenly, a sword broke through with a loud sword chanting sound, and a sword wind slashed past the two Emei masters. The two men felt pain on their faces, as if they were slapped in the face, and then there was a hissing sound, leaving a mark on the ground in the distance.

This is not sword energy, but strong wind!

A powerful gust of wind that cuts off the hardness and the softness and combines the two into one!
What are those flying catkins? I wonder where they were blown to by the wind.

"Dang Dang~!"

Taoist Songwen and Taoist Songya dropped their swords to the ground, their eyes widened, and they were at a loss as to what to do.

"How."

"How can it be"

The two murmured, and the onlookers shouted loudly: "What kind of swordsmanship is that!"

The man on the golden roof stared at Zhao Rong: "Yin Yang Sword."

"Incredible, incredible"

The usually calm Master Jinding shouted twice and said quietly, "I didn't expect to see the lost mountain-guarding sword technique of our sect today. I am too confused. May I ask if the Sword God has comprehended the profound Taoist skills?"

Taoist Songwen also looked at Zhao Rong:
"The Yin-Yang Sword of our sect is actually a very mysterious sword technique in the Xuanmen sect. Because it incorporates Taoist mystical skills, the moves are complicated and difficult to predict."

"However, there are only incomplete scores, which are divided into two sword techniques, one hard and one soft, Liuxu and Feixu. No one has been able to combine them into one."

Zhao Rong calmly explained:

"The mutual transformation of yin and yang is the essence. If you just practice blindly without seeking enlightenment, your sword skills will only become more and more polarized, and there will naturally be no possibility of evolution and unity."

He danced with the sword a few times casually, and the feeling of pulling out silk and plucking cocoons, and the endless flow of words made the Emei disciples stunned.

The sword skills they had always dreamed of were now easily mastered.

After seeing Zhao Rong's swordsmanship, the three Emei masters had their own thoughts in their minds, as if a hole had been opened in their minds.

"Thanks for the advice."

Master Jinding, Songya and Taoist Songwen all bowed and saluted in a very solemn manner.

The martial artists around were all shocked.

Not only were they defeated by the Emei sword technique, but someone also deduced the lost Zhenshan sword technique, and the three of them were convinced.

Except for the person in front of them, no one else in the world can get such respect from them no matter what means they use.

"The Sword God is indeed a divine swordsman. I hope that when he comes to Emei someday, even my head brother who doesn't care about the secular world will ring the mountain bell and prepare a bed for him."

Zhao Rong did not promise, but just smiled and bowed to them.

According to common sense, the two Emei masters should have left for the sake of saving face after losing their swords.

But Song Wen and Taoist Song Ya stood aside with their empty scabbards, looking calm and composed.

What's so shameful about losing to the Sword God?

Today's event will never give you a second chance.

When the two Emei masters died by sword, the people around them were not afraid at all, but became even more enthusiastic.

There are many people in the world who are obsessed with martial arts and have artistic skills.

Soon, a man in his thirties, dressed like a down-and-out scholar, jumped out from the crowd.

"Sword God is here, my name is Huan Qingxi, I am from Yanzhao, my ancestor has passed down the Thirteen Swords of Rain and Dust."

The man spoke politely, and Zhao Rong stretched out his hand to signal him to draw his sword:

"please."

This is also a master hidden in the market, probably at the level of Yu Ji Zi.

He demonstrated his sword skills and compared his sword with the Sword God's.

No surprises.

Huan Qingxi was defeated in the first battle, but his eyes were full of surprise.

"You have made many mistakes in your practice. This Rain Falling Dust Splashing should be performed in a diagonal manner. Twelve diagonal moves should be performed, and one straight move should be hidden. This is what makes it difficult to grasp. This is what your ancestors thought, but they were still rigid."

"If you understand the force of rain falling, you will know that dust splashes in all directions, straight and oblique, and comes at random. There is no need for any design."

Upon hearing this, Huan Qingxi bowed and almost knelt down.

There was another sword in the courtyard.

"My name is Shen San, I come from the foot of Wugong Mountain, I have practiced the Thirteen Heartless Swords, please give me some advice, Sword God!"

"Lushan Silent Sword Master Kehan, I am honored to meet the Sword God!"

"Luzhou Bailong Temple, Wind Chaser Sword Bai Xiaolou asks the Sword God for advice!"

"..."

All the heroes of the martial arts world appeared on the scene. Each of them was famous to some extent and was not mediocre.

But in a short period of time, more and more swords were inserted in the courtyard.

Everyone has their own unique sword skills, and the performances are truly spectacular.

but
Xiaoxiang Sword God is even more unimaginable, whether it is from the Three Jins, Yanzhao, Qilu, Jingchu, or from the southwestern mountain city, the land of abundance.
There is no sword technique that he doesn't know.

There is no sword technique that he cannot explain!
Every time he spoke, he could tell the origin of swordsmanship in one word, and even had comments and criticisms on the founders of the swordsmanship.

Not to mention the sword wielders of today, even the founders of the art sometimes don’t get a good word from them.

The harsh criticisms and words he made made people agree deeply.

The more Jian talked, the more horrified everyone became.

Looking at the blue-clothed man standing alone in the courtyard, I already felt like looking up to a mountain.

He seems to be alone, but he has evolved all the laws, seemingly encompassing everything, and all the swords return to their origin.

He is the true god of swords in the world.

"Ah~~!!"

Suddenly, there was a loud shout in the yard, shocking everyone.

Following the sound, they saw the two great masters of Kongtong Sect.

They roared wildly, but what was their opinion?

Everyone looked at the two old men of the Divine Fist, Zhao Rong also looked over, and the leader of the Kongtong Sect, Bai Hongzi, remained calm.

“Swish~!!”

Two dark shadows jumped into the courtyard, their faces showing an eagerness to fight.

"Although we are not proficient in swordsmanship, we are also excited by what we see. We have heard that the Sword God is also good at fists and palms. We are being very presumptuous. I wonder if we will have the opportunity to hear the sound of fists and palms."

The two old men of Shenquan looked at each other with burning eyes, waiting for Zhao Rong's answer.

"inappropriate."

Master Fang Zheng and Taoist Chongxu spoke in unison.

"What's wrong?"

Chongxu said: "You two have practiced internal force for many years. Once you fight, you will definitely use your internal strength. But today is not the right time."

"good."

Fang Zheng said: "The Sword God has fought a group of masters in a row, and his internal strength has been depleted. It is not appropriate to compete with each other in internal strength. If you two are itching to show off your skills, why don't you wait in Yancheng for a few days and fight again later."

Upon hearing this, Alliance Leader Zuo stared at Fang Zheng Chongxu and narrowed his eyes slightly.

The two elders of Shenquan frowned slightly, they didn't want to take advantage of others.

Zhao Rong smiled and said, "Thank you both for your concern."

"I also want to learn the Kongtong Sect's skills."

"Hahaha!"

The two old men of the Divine Fist laughed loudly, and their powerful internal energy even shook the iron horses on the roof.

"Have courage!"

"We are fighting separately, or..."

Zhao Rong said directly: "You guys come together."

The two old men of Shenquan looked at each other. They had already guessed that Zhao Rong would say this.

at this time.

Even in the eyes of a crowd of onlookers, Zhao Rong seemed a little too arrogant.

After all, it's a fight of fist and palm internal strength, and has almost nothing to do with swordsmanship.

It's like using your own weakness to challenge someone else's strength, and it's a one on two situation. These two old men with the Divine Fist are not to be trifled with.

"it is good!"

After the two old masters of the Divine Fist finished speaking, a powerful force surged throughout their bodies. They each swung out their fists, overlapping left and right, and then took a deep breath and punched into the air~!

Everyone only saw a series of fist shadows and heard
"Whoohoo-"

The fist wind and sleeves made a terrifying sound under the intersection of powerful energy.

“Look at the fists—!!”

"Mysterious Sky Divine Fist!"

The two men's hair and beards stood up, and they roared loudly, with their black robes flying behind them, making a huge noise.

Zhao Rong practiced the Mingyu Sutra and raised his fist to meet the attack.

"Bang bang bang~!"

The sound of fists hitting each other is completely different from the sound of swords clashing.

Just a fist bump, and the muscles on the faces of the two old men of Shenquan trembled slightly.

This internal strength is so powerful!
They concentrated their minds, concentrated their energy and poured out their inner strength. Their fists were soft yet strong, and they exerted an inward force!
Change the boxing style again, hard yet soft!

They punched him in the face, but Zhao Rong raised both hands, like a fisherman rowing two oars, to block their fists.

The two elders threw another punch. Zhao Rong's internal force surged, shaking off the oars and fists, and dodged to watch the formation.

Before practicing swordsmanship, he was originally an expert in boxing and palm techniques, so he was not unfamiliar with strategies for dealing with enemies.

The two elders of Shenquan were surprised.

Many of their punches had been blocked. There seemed to be a strange suction force on the opponent's body, which dissolved the hard and soft strength that they were proud of.

This is impossible!

They have been practicing boxing since they were ten years old, and it has been fifty-nine years now.

Is the tacit understanding between them something to be taken lightly?
With just one move, both of them know what to do next.

Suddenly, the two men's fists moved erratically, and a feminine force rushed towards Zhao Rong.

Using this soft power, the two men's fists were like snakes, sliding along Zhao Rong's arms and striking at his chest from the left and right.

The Songshan guards in the distance were all secretly delighted, and they could hardly suppress the smiles on their faces.

Boom!

The two muffled sounds of flesh hitting the ground made them burst into joy from the bottom of their hearts.

It seemed that Zhao Rong would be seen vomiting blood and seriously injured in the next moment.

The onlookers' faces changed.

Could it be that the two masters of the Divine Fist will become famous all over the world today? !
suddenly
"Hey~!"

The two old men of the Divine Fist roared, and each of them kept bending forward and punching, and their outstretched fists hit Zhao Rong.

The Yin and Yang cyclones kept circulating, and a suction force sucked the hard and soft power into the cyclones. The power converged inwards, turned around, and left a part to replenish the cyclone, making it continuous and powerful, while the rest rushed into the bodies of the two old men of the Divine Fist!
This is equivalent to using the Xuan Kong Divine Fist power of the two old masters of Divine Fist to attack the two old masters of Divine Fist.

Under the struggle of internal force, Zhao Rong's green clothes flew backwards!

The two old men of the Divine Fist had their black robes and white hair flying!
All the martial artists watching were horrified.

How could they not feel that terrifying energy? But what magical power did the Sword God use?
Fangzheng and Chongxu looked at each other. The two big guys who knew the world's secrets were now dizzy.

They also couldn't understand what kind of internal energy Zhao Rong was using.

"Brother, did you use your strength incorrectly? How did your fist hit me?"

"Then how did your fist force get to my Tianchi acupoint!"

The corners of the two old men's mouths twitched slightly, and then the muscles on their faces began to twitch.

"Bang~!"

A strong force shook Zhao Rong's body, and a strong wind swept in all directions. The two old men of the Divine Fist flew backwards and fell to the ground with a thud!
The martial artists all exclaimed and there was a great noise everywhere!
The two elders didn't care about making a fool of themselves and immediately sat cross-legged in meditation.

"Master, help!"

The two old men of the Divine Fist roared.

The Kongtong Sect leader who had remained silent flew out and placed his palms on their backs.

Bai Hongzi's palm power is extremely magical and can help them to resolve the hard and soft forces.

"puff--!"

A moment later, the two old men of the Divine Fist each spat out a mouthful of blood mist.

This was the blood stasis in the body, which directly caused a layer of blood mist to appear on the swords stuck in the ground.

When the blood mist spurted out, it actually emitted a puff of cold white smoke!
For a moment, more than a dozen swords stuck in the ground were all shrouded in icy mist.

The martial artists had never seen such a strange scene and were stunned.

But after thinking about it carefully, I understood it.

Just now, their internal forces were used in a fight. There must be the Sword God's true Qi in this blood clot. However, after the blood clot was forced out, the true Qi dissipated in this way. It is really hard to imagine.

Looking at the young man in blue in the courtyard, his expression did not change at all, and he did not look like he had used any internal energy at all.

The two old men of the Divine Fist looked pale, like white-faced zombies crawling out of a grave, shivering with cold.

"What a powerful inner strength!"

They trembled and asked, "Why did our Xuankong Divine Fist have no effect on you? Why did we get hurt by our own fists?"

Zhao Rong said faintly:
"The five elements regulate yin and yang, damaging the heart, lungs and liver."

"It's no wonder that you got hurt while using this magical fist."

Upon hearing this, the two elders of Shenquan's eyes shone brightly, and they suddenly looked at each other, even forgetting to sit cross-legged to heal their wounds.

"The five elements regulate yin and yang."

"It hurts my heart, lungs, liver and intestines!"

"This is. This is"

“Drink~!!”

The two of them looked crazy and looked at Zhao Rong in disbelief!

Suddenly he roared loudly, and despite being injured, he used his fists again. When his hair and beard were stretched, he could not suppress the injuries and spurted out blood again!
This time, the two old men of the Divine Fist fainted directly.

Several Kongtong disciples ran up in a hurry, and Bai Hongzi waved his hand, signaling them not to panic.

The Hengshan School was well prepared.

Uncle Fang asked someone to bring two door panels and carried the two old masters of the Divine Fist to a quiet place to heal their wounds.

Bai Hongzi looked at the young boy in front of her with a complicated expression.

His sword skills were incredible, how could he also describe the exquisiteness of the Mysterious Sky Divine Fist? ?
"I am an old man sitting alone in Kongtong Mountain, but I never expected to become a frog in a well."

"The Sword God is truly magical."

Bai Hongzi asked politely again: "I wonder if I can do it again?"

This time when he came down from Kongtong Mountain, he had no intention of taking any action, he just came to join in the fun.

When it comes to swordsmanship, Bai Hongzi has not made much progress.

But when it comes to fists and palms, especially after the other party uttered two thought-provoking formulas, the curiosity in my heart could not be suppressed.

Looking at the white-haired old man in front of him, Zhao Rong was also a little curious: "Master Bai also has a magic fist?"

Bai Hongzi shook his head slightly: "The two elders' boxing skills are not as good as the sword god's, so I won't show off my skills."

"I occasionally practiced a palm technique called White Rainbow Palm Power."

White rainbow palm power?

Zhao Rong thought for only a moment, "Please."

Bai Hongzi smiled and said, "Sword God can sit cross-legged and regulate his Qi, and it won't be too late to fight again."

"I'm fine, please."

After hearing these words, Bai Hongzi was secretly shocked. He had already seen that Zhao Rong was not trying to be brave.

He was very clear about the inner strength of the two elders of the sect.

Therefore, it is even more shocking.

"That's enough, then."

Bai Hongzi added cautiously that he could no longer guess what the person in front of him was like.

Zhao Rong smiled faintly and said, "Please."

The martial artists who had gathered together dispersed again. The two old masters of the Divine Fist were masters of internal martial arts, and the leader of Kongtong Sect was even more so.

But Xiaoxiang Sword God seems to be proficient in everything, making him even more difficult to understand.

"excuse me."

Bai Hongzi shouted softly. He did not have as many punch and palm moves as the two old masters of the Divine Fist.

Everyone saw him raise his right palm toward the sky, then suddenly pull it down, and a layer of shadow appeared on his palm, as if the palm behind was chasing the palm in front.

A strong wind blew into the sleeves, and the sound of silk tearing was heard!

Bai Hongzi didn't make any unnecessary movements and pressed his palm towards Zhao Rong.

Zhao Rong raised his hand to greet him!

"Boo~!!"

A gust of wind suddenly blew over, and Zhao Rong felt a strange palm force rushing back and forth. The opponent's internal strength was even stronger than that of the two old men of the Divine Fist.

but
No matter how powerful this strange palm force is, it cannot escape the Yin-Yang cyclone.

The Mingyu Sutra absorbed a portion of the Baihong Palm's power.

Zhao Rong suddenly realized something when he thought about the battle with the two old men of the Divine Fist just now. He exerted force with his palm suddenly, using his own internal energy to boost the white rainbow palm power. In an instant, it showed the momentum of the stars moving, and he drove all the palm power back into Bai Hongzi's body.

The head of Kongtong Sect's expression suddenly changed.

He quickly withdrew his palm, but fortunately he had said "stop when enough" before, and Zhao Rong was unable to catch up with his strength.

Bai Hongzi retreated again and again!

“Boom, boom, boom!”

He left eight consecutive footprints on the stone slabs of the central courtyard!
That was a bluestone slab, the footprints were clearly visible and nearly two inches deep!

The Kongtong Sect leader is very good at dissipating force, but the danger he displays is even more shocking.

Those who still wanted to fight with Zhao Rong with fists and palms all retreated and stopped one by one.

Isn't this courting death?

They don't have the ability of the leader of Kongtong.

"This is my White Rainbow Palm Power!"

Bai Hongzi finally understood the suffering of the two masters of the Divine Fist: "Do unto others as you would have them do unto you."

"I admire you!"

There was a layer of sweat on Bai Hongzi's head. He didn't bother to wipe it off. He quickly bowed to Zhao Rong and then stepped aside.

Can't afford to offend, can't afford to offend.
He already regretted going down to try his hand, he felt really uncomfortable.

In the center of the compound, Zhao Rong looked around.

No one dared to go up for a while.

He couldn't help but look in the direction of Songshan Sect.

The guards looked away. Today's situation was confusing and they naturally didn't want to get out.

Zuo Lengchan's eyes were filled with dark clouds.

The two masters of the Divine Fist and Bai Hongzi came out to fight with their internal strength. These three masters all had powerful internal strength.

Zhao Rong fought with his fists and palms, but not only was he not hurt at all, he didn't even get red in the face or out of breath.

It can be seen that the Qi and blood in the body are not surging due to the stimulation of true Qi.

But how is this possible?

What kind of kung fu is it to give someone a taste of their own medicine?
The battle in Fuzhou was only a brief one, and he thought he knew Zhao Rong well enough, but he didn't expect that after some time, they would become complete strangers.

A bunch of masters emerged from Hengshan School again.

Master Fang Zheng and Taoist Chongxu have already shown goodwill to Zhao Rong.
I'm afraid he wants to rely on him to deal with Dongfang Bubai.

Zuo Lengchan secretly clenched his fists and forced himself to calm down. He thought about the various situations in the martial arts world and glanced somewhere.

Ding Mian and Lu Bai exchanged glances.

Zuo Lengchan shook his head slightly.

Now, as one move could affect the entire body, he was unwilling to do anything that he was not sure of.

Zuo Lengchan turned his gaze to the great figure of the righteous path:
"Master Chongxu's Tai Chi swordsmanship is so subtle and profound. It would be great if we could discuss swordplay with the Sword God."

Upon hearing this, Taoist Chongxu understood Zuo Lengchan's thoughts.

The two old masters of the Divine Fist left two mouthfuls of blood, and the leader of Kongtong left a series of footprints.

These people were unarmed.

But if he were defeated, wouldn't he have to leave the Wudang leader's sword in Hengyang, and the Wudang Sect would have a stain on it from then on?

As for winning this duel, Chongxu asked himself if he would be that arrogant.

Facing the gazes of the righteous heroes, Taoist Chongxu shook his head slightly and said frankly: "I am no match for the Sword God, so there is no need to discuss this further."

The Wudang sect follows the natural course, and Taoist Chongxu resolutely admitted defeat, and others did not find his attitude strange.

Zuo Lengchan turned his gaze to Fang Zheng again.

Before he could say anything, Master Fang Zheng said, "Amitabha, Buddhism is free from conflict and desire. In addition, the sword god's magical power is unparalleled, and I am far inferior to him. Why should we discuss swordsmanship?"

He spoke humbly and chanted the Buddha's name again.

Zuo Lengchan had no way to deal with these two old foxes.

Taoist Chongxu said: "Leader Zuo is the head of the Five Mountains Sword Sect. Why don't you come down and discuss swordplay with him?"

The guards frowned.

You even know that he is the “head of the family”, isn’t this misleading?

If he loses the swordsmanship, does that mean he has to leave the leader's sword in Hengyang?

Zuo Lengchan smiled and said, "Today is a good day for Junior Brother Liu. The Five Mountains Sword Sects are of the same blood. It is neither reasonable nor proper for Zuo to go down and cause trouble."

The three of them had their own ideas and were unwilling to leave.

Although the people in the martial arts world felt it was a pity, they also understood the reason behind it.

In other words, the three leaders of the major sects are no match for the Sword God.

Suddenly, there was a sound of fluttering clothes.

The person entering is Kunlun’s leader Zhen Shanzi!

While others may have concerns, Zhen Shanzi came here on a pilgrimage.

At this time, I held the sword and clasped my fists: "My name is Zhen Shanzi. This time I came to Kunlun only to see the great way of sword energy. If there is any offense, please forgive me, Sword God."

Zhen Shanzi held the sword and saluted, his tone extremely pious.

Zhao Rong replied, "I was just about to see the power of the Qiankun Sword."

"It's embarrassing."

Zhen Shanzi was quite straightforward, and a layer of frosty white light appeared on his face when he spoke. The true energy flowed like water into the shape of a dragon, and the Five Heavenly Dragon Techniques were running to the extreme!

His skills are higher than Zhen Huazi's, and there is a layer of white in his eyes.

Yunlong's eight major moves are launched at high speed!
The faster Zhen Shanzi wielded the sword, the more condensed the true energy that penetrated the sword. At the moment when his sword skills evolved to the peak, Yunlong flew up and Zhen Shanzi thrust out with his sword, with a loud sound of breaking wind!

Everyone saw that there seemed to be a stream of air on his sword, like a tangible sword garment!

When ordinary swords collide with each other, once they encounter this flow of true energy, a force of rebound will be generated instantly.

If the sword had tilted slightly, Zhen Shanzi would have killed him with one sword.

This is the Qiankun Sword that is famous in the martial arts world!
And this sword was what Zhao Rong was waiting for.

Like Zhen Shanzi, Zhao Rong also thrust out with a sword, and his sword was flowing with icy white sword energy.

The gorgeous ice-white color shines brightly in an instant under the clear skylight.

At this moment, the sword cover on Zhen Shanzi's Qiankun sword was cut open!

The sword robe collapsed, and a violent gust of true energy gushed out in an instant!
Zhen Shanzi's eyebrows danced wildly, and even though his eyes were hurt by the true energy, he still stared at the icy white sword energy that could break the universe apart!

The autumn water freezes into ice, but this ice is not really ice. It is where the sword is, where the qi is transformed, and it is refined into a tangible form, the ice sword qi!
"Tsk~!"

Zhao Rong controlled the sword energy to five inches, not wanting to hurt this devout sword practitioner.

But Zhen Shanzi seemed to be crazy. He wanted to feel the sword energy, so he took half a step forward!
Zhao Rong hastily put away his sword, but was still too slow.

The sword energy swept across, and Zhen Shanzi's clothes were torn and his robes collapsed!
There was a hideous sword wound on the chest, more than seven inches long, even more severe than the wound on Zhen Huazi. A chill was rising from it, soaking the flesh and blood!
Many people felt a chill down their spines and were terrified when they saw this sword energy for the first time.

The long sword was not stained with blood and was emitting icy mist, which was really dreamy.

Others didn't know that this was Zhao Rong's Mingyu Qi and just thought it was a miracle.

The righteous heroes realized that what they had done before was just a small fight. Once they got serious, they would be defeated with just one move of Qiankun Sword.

Who in the world can stop this sword energy?

The word "Sword God" has been deeply rooted in people's hearts.

The feeling of awe is hard to express.

"Why does Sect Leader Zhenshan have to do this?"

There was a hint of helplessness in Zhao Rong's words.

"Hahaha!"

Zhen Shanzi laughed loudly, as if he were crazy: "I have experienced the great Dao of the Sword God. It is great when it is tangible. It is great when it is tangible! Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful to the extreme!"

He thrust the sword of the Kunlun leader into the ground without any reluctance.

"This tangible sword energy should enter Kunlun Mountain and Yuxu Palace!"

"The Sword God is here. Zhen Shanzi's wish has been fulfilled. Goodbye!"

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