The Prodigal Disciple of Mount Hua: Seizing All Opportunities

Yue Buqun thrust out his longsword, splitting it into three sword shadows, making it difficult to distinguish between reality and illusion. Moreover, it carried the profound internal energy of the Zixia Divine Skill, and the sword energy tore through the air, making a hissing sound as it ripped through the silk.

It is the Sanqing Peak of Taiyue.

Chen Qianyang did not dodge.

He could see the flaw in that sword strike.

With his mastery of the Dugu Nine Swords, he had at least three ways to break this move.

But he didn't.

He simply raised his sword to parry.

when!when!when!

Three crisp sounds.

Chen Qianyang retreated three steps.

Yue Buqun's internal strength was profound, and the Zixia Divine Skill was an orthodox Taoist technique. These three head-on sword strikes made Chen Qianyang's tiger's mouth go numb and his blood surge.

"Why aren't you fighting back?" Yue Buqun roared, his sword thrusts becoming even more frantic.

"I have not yet repaid my teacher's kindness."

Chen Qianyang remained expressionless, drawing circles with his longsword and unleashing a move called "Welcoming Guests from the Pine Tree," deflecting Yue Buqun's attacks entirely outside the circle.

"Then I'll beat you until you fight back!"

Yue Buqun seemed to have been humiliated.

His swordsmanship changed; it was no longer the orthodox Huashan swordsmanship, but instead incorporated some ruthless and cunning killing moves.

Taking an unconventional approach was clearly a secret technique he had learned in the cave at Siguo Cliff.

But Chen Qianyang had also studied it, so how could he not know how to deal with it?

Sword energy crisscrossed the hall.

The two figures moved so fast it was dazzling.

Chen Qianyang consistently maintained a defensive stance and refrained from attacking.

The Dugu Nine Swords emphasize offense, advocating "only advancing, never retreating."

Using this sword technique for defense is like using a sharp blade as a shield—extremely awkward and mentally taxing.

But he kept it perfectly secure.

No matter from which angle Yue Buqun's sword came, he could block it perfectly.

Everyone around was stunned.

The swordsmanship of this Huashan disciple was no less than that of Yue Buqun.

Such swordsmanship was enough to force him to achieve nothing?

"Fifty moves."

Someone in the crowd whispered something.

The more Yue Buqun fought, the more alarmed and disheartened he became.

He originally thought that Chen Qianyang had just had some fortuitous encounters and his swordsmanship had improved a bit.

But now that they've sparred, he realizes that he can't see through his disciple's true abilities at all.

The look in his eyes, which seemed to predict all his moves, filled him with a strange sense of fear.

This child cannot be allowed to live!

Chen Qianyang has been hiding ever since he came up the mountain, treating him like a monkey.

What is the Five Sacred Mountains Martial Arts of the Cliff of Contemplation?

What kind of sword sect ultimate move?

It's all deceptive.

If he is allowed to leave alive today, he will surely become a major threat to Mount Hua in the future!

Yue Buqun grew angrier the more he thought about it; he couldn't accept a disciple who had lost control and surpassed him.

"die!"

A fierce glint flashed in Yue Buqun's eyes. He pushed his Purple Cloud True Qi to its limit, his face shrouded in purple mist, and the sword in his hand faintly emitted a dragon's roar.

The Deadly Triple Immortal Sword!

This is the ultimate move of the Huashan Sword Sect, and it was also the ultimate technique that the Sword Sect used to deal with the Qi Sect masters during the Sword Qi War.

But now it has been used by Yue Buqun, a master of the Qi Sect.

The three sword strikes were executed in one fluid motion, sealing off all of the opponent's escape routes.

Chen Qianyang's eyes narrowed.

This move is hard to block.

If one only defends, one will inevitably be injured by the sword energy.

But he still didn't use his killer move.

He is waiting.

"Ninety-eight, ninety-nine..."

Chen Qianyang counted silently in his mind.

The hundredth move.

Yue Buqun's longsword, accompanied by a whistling sound, pierced straight for Chen Qianyang's brow.

This sword strike was powerful and heavy, almost embodying his life's work.

Chen Qianyang did not back down.

He suddenly withdrew his sword.

It wasn't a block, nor was it a dodge.

Instead, he flicked his wrist in an extremely strange way, and the tip of the sword touched the air.

That was a diagonal thrust from the "Breaking Sword Style" of the Dugu Nine Swords.

Ding!

A very soft, crisp sound.

This sword strike precisely targeted the weakest point in Yue Buqun's sword technique.

Yue Buqun felt a violent tremor in his tiger's mouth, and an extremely tricky force was transmitted through the sword, instantly paralyzing half of his body.

He couldn't hold the sword in his hand, and it flew out of his grasp.

Whoosh!

The longsword spun several times in the air before embedding itself deeply into the nearby pillar.

......

The outcome is decided.

Yue Buqun remained frozen in place, still in the stance of drawing his sword.

He stared at his empty palm, his face turning from purple to white, then from white to green—a truly remarkable sight.

He lost.

He was defeated by a former disciple whom he had just expelled from the sect.

Moreover, it was a complete and humiliating defeat, right in front of everyone.

Chen Qianyang did not press his advantage.

He sheathed his sword, took a step back, and slowly bent his knees, kneeling on the ground.

"Thump."

The first head hit the ground very hard.

"Master, my whole family was wiped out back then. You brought me to Mount Hua and gave me a meal. I bow to express my gratitude for your kindness in taking me in."

Without pausing, he kowtowed again.

"Thump."

"You have imparted your internal skills to me, which is a true act of teaching. This bow is to express my gratitude for your guidance."

Yue Buqun's body was trembling.

"Thump."

The third head.

"Today, the hundred rounds have passed. I have repaid your kindness."

Chen Qianyang slowly stood up.

At this moment, his forehead was covered in blood and dirt, and his white clothes were also stained with dust.

But he stood there, his back straighter than ever before.

Even the most discerning swordsman present had to admit that the young man's posture at that moment resembled a peerless sword drawn from its sheath.

Proud, sharp, and unyielding.

"From this day forward, Chen Qianyang of Huashan is dead."

"Go your own way and fight for your righteous cause."

"I will cross my narrow bridge and uphold my code of honor."

After saying that, he turned away resolutely.

He no longer glanced at Yue Buqun, nor at the Huashan disciples with their complex expressions.

He walked over to the child and pulled the trembling child up.

With his other hand, he helped up Mrs. Liu, who had collapsed to the ground.

"Walk."

There is only one word.

He escorted the old man and the child towards the main gate.

There are still two hundred soldiers there, armed with crossbows.

There, the Songshan Taibao still lurked, and countless江湖人 (jianghu people) wanted to take his head for a reward.

But no one dared to make a move.

The lingering power of that sword strike that instantly killed Fei Bin, combined with the momentum of defeating Yue Buqun in a hundred moves, kept these people from making any rash moves.

With each step Chen Qianyang took, the crowd would automatically part and recede a step, like waves crashing against each other.

"stop!"

Lu Bai and Ding Mian finally realized what was happening.

If we let this kid go today, the Songshan Sect will have truly lost face.

The two men blocked Chen Qianyang from both sides.

"Want to leave? Not so easy!"

Lu Bai waved his hand, "All Songshan disciples, listen to my command! This Chen Qianyang has murdered his fellow disciples and betrayed his master and ancestors. He is an accomplice of the Demonic Sect. Kill him!"

He immediately turned to the official beside him: "Lord Zhao! This man is an accomplice of the Demonic Sect, do not let him escape!"

"That's right. Treason is a serious crime; none of them will escape."

Splash!

The sound of armor rubbing together rang out.

The officers and soldiers raised their crossbows again, this time aiming the arrows at Chen Qianyang.

The gate was sealed shut again.

Chen Qianyang stopped in his tracks.

He looked at the rows of arrows gleaming coldly, a bitter smile playing on his lips.

It seems the only way out is to fight our way out.

Ren Yingying, it's time for you to make your move.