Dog Brother transmigrates into Lin Pingzhi: The Tai Xuan Scripture suppresses all nations

As soon as the Japanese samurai finished speaking, he shifted his feet and moved like a ghost, closing in three feet. Although his Japanese sword was not yet drawn, his powerful aura had already made Linghu Chong's hair stand on end.

Linghu Chong gripped his longsword tightly with both hands, his eyes fixed on the Japanese sword at his opponent's waist.

Shout loudly:

"You are a Japanese ronin who, in this Hengshan territory, killed Qingcheng Sect disciples without cause, and now intends to kill Huashan Sect disciples. If there is truly no one left in the Central Plains, I think you will have the life to commit your crimes, but not the life to leave?"

Linghu Chong held his sword horizontally across his chest, the tip slightly angled, in the opening stance of the Huashan swordplay, "The Phoenix Arrives." Although his tone was calm, he was already on high alert.

The speed and ruthlessness of the person in front of him far exceeded any opponent he had ever faced; even his master and mistress were probably not this fast.

Tian Boguang was still recovering from serious injuries and could not be relied upon. Linghu Chong knew that he could not fight head-on at this time and had to outsmart him.

Therefore, he deliberately spoke loudly.

The Japanese man gave him no chance. He opened his small eyes wide, and his blade flashed like cold moonlight and frost. He gripped the blade with both hands and slashed straight at Linghu Chong's face!

This slash was incredibly fast, without any fancy moves, purely relying on speed and power to crush the opponent. The wind from the blade cut through the air, emitting a sharp whistling sound.

Linghu Chong had no idea when he drew his sword, and even Tian Boguang, who prided himself on being a swift swordsman, was terrified.

As a member of the Central Plains branch of Bright Peak, I have witnessed countless sword techniques from various sects. This is the first time I have seen a pure, one-sword style that only attacks and does not defend. It is a matter of life or death.

Linghu Chong is in trouble.

In the blink of an eye, Linghu Chong's pupils shrank, unable to see the blade's momentum clearly. He didn't even have time to draw his sword, and instinctively raised the scabbard to block in front of his chest.

"Zheng—"

The metal clashed, sparks flew, and the blade moved with such force that Linghu Chong's tiger's mouth trembled violently, and his longsword, scabbard and all, broke in two.

The remaining force of the Japanese sword continued to slash towards Linghu Chong.

Tian Boguang exclaimed in alarm, thinking that Linghu Chong was doomed.

Unexpectedly, Linghu Chong suddenly raised something with his left hand and, with a bang, narrowly blocked it in front of his chest.

The Japanese sword struck the gourd with a dull thud, but the gourd did not shatter; instead, it struck Linghu Chong directly in the chest.

Linghu Chong groaned in pain, spitting out mouthfuls of blood, and was sent flying like a sack.

With a loud crash, another wall of the Qunyu Courtyard was smashed through.

Linghu Chong fell heavily into the next room.

Despite the excruciating pain in his chest, he struggled to his feet, barely able to grip the broken sword in his right hand, blood flowing freely from his tiger's mouth.

The Japanese samurai stepped out of the hole and said, "Good adaptability, a promising talent, but unfortunately his skills are too shallow."

"If this is all the disciples of the Huashan Sect are capable of, then I am greatly disappointed. The second sword technique I would like to witness in your country is the Huashan sword technique."

"You can still fight. Get up and let me see your Huashan School swordsmanship."

"This time you attack, I'll defend." His meaning was clear: if he attacked again, the Huashan sword technique would be rendered useless.

Just then, a pimp outside shouted, "Mama, that brat from the Qingcheng Sect is right here!" It was the same pimp who had finally summoned his mother to deal with Yu Renyan.

Then Yu Renyan's door was pushed open, and two people walked in.

The two of them huddled around for a bit before entering Linghu Chong's room.

Seeing the utter chaos and appalling state of the house,

The woman and the pimp seemed to ignore them, and said:

"Xiao Bao, we've arrived just in time. Yu Renyan has already been dealt with. Look, this is his head; it was just beheaded with a swift blade."

This swift knife technique is no ordinary skill; even the executioners in the capital wouldn't develop this level of skill without having slaughtered a hundred or so people.

His swordsmanship was compared to that of an executioner. The Japanese man frowned, tightened his grip on his sheathed katana, and his killing intent surged.

The mother and the pimp seemed oblivious.

The pimp named Xiao Bao spat and cursed:

"You Qingcheng Sect bastards, you piece of trash! You dared to kick me? A single beheading would be too lenient on you. Look at your face, not a trace of pain. I'll throw you out to feed the wild dogs later!"

The madam said, "Xiao Bao, everything's alright here. Go quickly and call someone to collect the body."

"Mom, wait a minute, I'm going to kick this good-for-nothing's head again."

Still not satisfied with spitting out water, he stepped forward and kicked Yu Renyan in the head, sending Yu Renyan's head flying and landing far away in front of the Japanese and Linghu Chong.

Only then did he say with satisfaction, "Mom, I'll go call some people to collect the body. It seems I'll need to call a few more."

Before leaving, he glanced at Linghu Chong and Tian Boguang as if they were dead.

The mother muttered to herself, "Fighting is fighting, but the survivor must settle the bill. The repair costs for the walls of all three rooms must be paid in full, not a penny less."

After saying that, he was about to leave.

Linghu Chong said anxiously, "Boss, this Japanese ronin killed Yu Canghai's son with one strike, and you're just going to leave without a trace?"

The mother acted as if she hadn't heard, and walked out without looking back.

He was walking and muttering to himself, but upon closer listening, it turned out to be a poem.

"With sword in hand, I ride my horse and unleash a rain of ghosts; white bones pile up like mountains, startling birds into flight."

The world is like a tide, people like water; alas, how many return from the world of wandering?

The people inside the room looked at each other in surprise. It seemed that this mother of the Jade Courtyard was no ordinary person.

Seeing that the brothel madam wasn't causing trouble, the Japanese were delighted. They walked over, picked up Yu Renyan's longsword, and tossed it to Linghu Chong.

"Use your full strength and let me see the Huashan sword technique."

Tian Boguang shouted, "Linghu Chong's martial arts are not as good as mine. If you want to see my skills, you should see my swift blade and see whose blade is faster."

The Japanese man ignored him, barely able to stand, and had no right to do so; he only looked at Linghu Chong.

Linghu Chong claimed he was no match for him, thinking to himself that even the Huashan swordsmanship couldn't hold the top spot among the Five Mountains Sword Sects, so why did this person say it was the second swordsmanship he wanted to see?

Judging from his performance, the best skill was naturally the Evil-Repelling Sword Technique. It is said that Lin Yuantu once relied on it to defeat all opponents in the world. Although Linghu Chong did not underestimate himself, he dared not think that the Huashan School's sword technique was the second best in the world.

He then asked, "Why do you insist on witnessing the Huashan School's swordsmanship?"

The Japanese man didn't waste words with him, but stared at his long sword.

Linghu Chong, having no other choice, rolled his eyes and said, "If you want to see the Huashan swordsmanship, why don't I demonstrate a few moves for you? There's no need for a sword fight; after all, swords have no eyes..."

The Japanese man ignored them, but his murderous intent grew stronger.

This man is clearly insane; to fight him with a sword is to either die or be seriously injured.

Linghu Chong had no other choice but to draw his longsword and recall all the Huashan sword techniques he had learned, but he felt that he could not defeat this person with any move.

Looking around the house he had broken into, he found red candles lit and a pair of mandarin duck quilts on the bed. He thought to himself that dying here wouldn't be so bad.

However, the thought of going down to accompany Yu Renyan immediately filled her with rage. She vowed to die with dignity, never to become like Yu Renyan.

With a swift draw of his longsword, he unleashed the Huashan sword technique, "Boundless Falling Leaves."

This move is the most powerful among the ultimate moves of the Huashan Swordplay. As the name suggests, once this move is used, it can cover all directions at the same time, making it most suitable for his current situation.

It may seem like a single move, but in reality, it's a continuous series of sword strikes, so powerful that even an endless stream of falling leaves would be struck.

Upon seeing this move, the Japanese soldier's eyes lit up slightly. Without making a move, his sword suddenly flashed.

The blade flashed, cleaving through the endless falling leaves with unstoppable force!

Linghu Chong had known this would happen, so he did not harbor any illusions and closed his eyes to await his death.

Just then, a hand suddenly reached out and grabbed Linghu Chong's left arm.