Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 189: Sword Fight with Wudang Sect Leader

“Real person, hahahahahaha!”

Smile, first smile, smile as boldly as the legendary martial artists, which does not match He Songling's appearance at all. Only a dark-faced man with a full beard and a palm-wide beard can smile so boldly, why are you, a pretty boy, smiling like that?

The Wudang Sect Leader was so frightened that he subconsciously took two steps back and asked vigilantly: "What do you want to do?"

It's true, if He Songling really reached the third level, he was sure that he would not be able to defeat him. If he was really beaten by a junior, where would he put his face?

Can you imagine that Zuo Rutong was broken into the mountain gate by a young man younger than his disciple, and his fundamental Dharma was destroyed. In the end, his Taoism heart was broken and he died. Did the news spread among the Tao that he was angry to death because of the young man breaking into the mountain?

Eh?
Zuo Rutong: I always feel like someone is bugging me from behind.

"Hey, old immortal, we came to Wudang this time because we heard that the old Heavenly Master was also here, so we came here to exchange ideas and learn from him."

Fortunately, He Songling did not do anything to challenge the head of Wudang. He just held Taoist Zhu's hand affectionately and said eagerly, "We, the younger generation, have traveled day and night, but we are still late. But you can't be partial to one and ignore the other. I beg you to preach to us, the Sanyi disciples, one more time!"

"Hmm... Hmm?" Taoist Master Daozhu saw He Songling being so respectful and was stroking his beard, preparing to say something encouraging. But he suddenly thought of something and widened his eyes. "You kid, did you sneak into Wudang to learn something?"

"Hey, how can you call it stealing, old master? I am asking for your advice!" He Songling said shamelessly, "This will promote cultural exchanges between our two families! Look."

He started to cast the Golden Light Curse, "I have already learned the Golden Light from the Tianshi Mansion. If you don't cast something for me, when the news gets out, people will say that Wudang is stingy."

"Why are you so stingy!" Taoist Zhu blew his beard straight, "Whoever said I was stingy, I'll give you the skills! Besides, you..."

The head of Wudang looked He Songling up and down and asked, "Haven't you already learned the Wudang Qimen?"

"Oh, it doesn't matter whether I learn that or not. I'm not going to pretend to be blind and tell people's fortunes under the overpass."

He Songling waved his hands. Before the appearance of Fenghou Qimen and Daluo Dongguan, Wuhou Qimen was truly the best Qimen in the world. He had even refined the Samadhi True Fire, so why would he need to learn any other Qimen?

"Can you teach me the Tai Chi sword?"

"Good boy, I'm going to beat you to death!" The head of Wudang sect couldn't hold back any longer, he jumped up high, and produced a Tai Chi special effects diagram in his hand, which suddenly enlarged and hit He Songling.

He Songling turned around and ran, leading the Wudang leader to his junior brother.

"Hey, all of you, hurry up and learn well. This may be the only chance in your life for the Wudang Sect Master to teach you personally. If anyone can't learn this Tai Chi later, I'll beat him up!"

He Songling's body movements were so fast that even the head of Wudang could not catch up with him. The Tai Chi diagram was less than a meter behind him, but he could not get any closer.

The Wudang leader chased for a while, but when he saw that he could not catch up, he said angrily: "Damn it, take my sword!"

"Ah, Master, we don't need to do this..." Zhou Meng was still trying to persuade him foolishly, but his brother slapped him on the back of his head. "Just go if I tell you to go. Why are you hesitating? Master's words don't work anymore, right?"

Hong Yin was faster than the other two. He had already taken down a precious sword from the main hall of Zixiao Palace and threw it in the direction of Taoist Master Daozhu, shouting, "Master, take the sword!" "Clang clang!"

Taoist Zhu held the virtual ball in his hand, exerted the power of the wrist, and pulled the sword out with his back hand. The scabbard made a circle and flew back to its original direction. With a "clang", it stuck on the floor tile.

There were no cracks around the floor tiles, as if a hole had been drilled in advance when the floor tiles were laid to embed the scabbard into them, and they kept shaking as they stood on the ground.

"Boy, take up your sword!"

Hearing the shout, He Songling turned around to see. The sword was dazzling and frightening, and its blue tiles reflected thousands of rays of light and auspicious colors under the sunlight.

"What a huge sword!"

He Songling shouted cheers, and used his magic paint to draw a long and thin Western sword in the air. He turned around, holding the sword and went to meet the Wudang leader.

The Sanyi Sect did not have any sword techniques, and for them, using weapons was a particularly stupid thing to do. The reason why many unarmed sects also practiced one or two weapons techniques was because when facing an opponent with weapons, they would have the ability to fight back, otherwise they would be at a disadvantage.

But for the members of the Trinity School, if the opponent is armed, then they can just let him cut off whatever they want and the wound will just grow back. But they can take advantage of the fact that the opponent has cut off or stabbed them and let down their guard to go straight in and give the opponent a ruthless blow.

Therefore, under Zuo Rutong's tutelage, he never taught his disciples any weapon skills, and they were already unable to take care of breaking through the Ni Sheng safely.

Later, He Songling encountered a lot of people pretending to be Quan Xing or the real Quan Xing and were chased by him. He did see some people using weapons, but he did not meet any masters who could use sword energy.

Other weapons such as broadswords, axes, meteor hammers, etc. mainly rely on techniques rather than the circulation of Qi. The innate spirit cannot help in learning them. He Songling had no intention of learning them as they were too ugly and cheap.

He usually uses cannons to attack directly.

It was not until he gathered the weapons of the god of death in England and comprehended the Western Wonderland that he saw the swordsmanship of one of the four founders of the magic academy. A middle-aged wizard with a wizard hat and a short collar, dragon-skin boots stepped on the enemy, and swung a sword in his hand, looking very majestic, that he learned a thing or two.

"when!"

The two swords touched in the air, and He Songling immediately felt a vortex-like force, twisting his sword to the side, and all the force on the sword was dissipating in all directions.

He Songling's attainments in swordsmanship were not deep, but fortunately his sword was not a physical object, so he used this force to let the sword fly out of his hand and dissipate in mid-air. Then the ink flowed back and condensed into a sword in his hand, piercing Daozhu Zhenren's heart.

Taoist Master Daozhu lowered the hilt of his sword slightly and used the back half of the flat surface of the sword to hold the tip of He Songling's sword. The force appeared again and knocked the sword out of his hand.

"Hey!"

He Songling also got angry, and he threw his sword directly at Taoist Zhu's eyes. He then drew a Western sword, swung it up and started slashing at the old Wudang leader, and from time to time he used his Qi to interfere with the opponent's sword movement, fighting like a ferocious lion.

(End of this chapter)