"You're transported to another world at the same time? What the hell is King Arthur?"

Zhang Tian was young and impetuous.

He originally planned to seduce Liu Zhengfeng, lure him out of the Liu residence, and lead him to his master, Master Mo, so that they could talk privately.

But when he actually saw Liu Zhengfeng emerge from the house wielding his sword, he immediately felt the urge to test his own strength and see who was stronger.

Although he had sparred with his master, Mr. Mo Da, a few days ago, they were master and disciple after all, so he did not use his talent, and his master, Mr. Mo Da, held back and did not show his true skills.

And now.

This is another good opportunity.

Although Liu Zhengfeng is not a sect leader, he is an elder of the Five Mountains Sword Sect and his strength is quite good among first-class masters. He is not someone to be underestimated.

So Zhang Tian directly swung his sword, first unleashing the Evil-Repelling Sword Technique, his figure like a ghost, stabbing towards his opponent.

Liu Zhengfeng was not someone to be trifled with either. He frowned slightly because he had originally thought the other party was just a petty thief who was incredibly audacious.

In retrospect, he wasn't a petty thief.

But he is not a good person either!

"snort!"

With a cold snort, the night wind swept through the bamboo forest, and the long sword in his hand transformed into a striking white streak against the night sky.

lingering upwards.

Dozens of clashes.

Liu Zhengfeng immediately realized that this sword technique was incredibly cunning. There was no direct confrontation; it was as fast and swift as a venomous snake, precisely piercing through the sword's momentum and aiming directly at vital points throughout his body, which terrified him so much that he flew back.

His expression was one of surprise and uncertainty.

Then he stopped holding back and revealed his true skills. When he moved forward again, he used the final sword technique of Hengshan, namely the Thirteen Forms of Cloud and Mist.

In an instant, sword shadows blotted out the sky.

The clouds and mist lingered for a long time.

Even with the bizarre nature of the Evil-Repelling Sword Technique, it was difficult to penetrate the misty clouds for a moment.

Liu Zhengfeng felt much more at ease. He only needed to wait for the opponent's strength to wane and his speed to decrease after a few dozen moves, so that he could pierce through his chest and kill this audacious thief.

But unexpectedly, the opponent did a somersault in mid-air.

The longsword in his hand fell to the ground.

Further on, the approach had changed, with each move and stance executed with precision and routine, appearing somewhat unfamiliar.

This inexplicably enraged Liu Zhengfeng, who gritted his teeth so hard they nearly ground to powder. His hair stood on end in fury. "You scoundrel! You villain! You actually stole my Thirteen Forms of Cloud and Mist to mock this old man! Truly despicable!"

In his view.

Zhang Tian stole his moves and then tried to use them to counter them. This is indeed very common in the martial arts world, but it only happens when an old man and a child are of vastly different strength.

The other person was mocking him.

Liu Zhengfeng was furious, and his Cloud Mist Thirteen Forms became even more ferocious. But for some reason, perhaps due to his anger, after each clash with the opponent's longsword, his martial arts skills, which he had cultivated for more than forty years, seemed to have vanished into nothingness. He was stunned for a moment like a child, and then waved his sword wildly.

Several times, just as the sword was about to strike.

I narrowly escaped the sharp blade.

Cold sweat instantly poured down my back.

There, he doubted himself.

"Who is it? Who's up there!"

Zhang Tian and Liu Zhengfeng were fighting on the roof.

The commotion quickly alerted Liu Zhengfeng's disciples who lived in the front residence. They lit oil lamps in their rooms and rushed over with their swords.

Zhang Tian knew it was time to leave, so he stopped being so enthusiastic. In his fight with Liu Zhengfeng, he had already figured out his own abilities.

If he were to use ordinary swordsmanship, he would be a third-rate expert.

If one were to use the Evil-Repelling Sword Technique, one could be considered a second-rate master.

If one were to unleash the Thirteen Forms of Cloud and Mist in conjunction with Arthur's Silence skill, one could be considered a top-tier martial arts master.

If one can use the Celestial Flying Immortal technique, one can fight and kill the sect leader.

But this is only a temporary fighting force.

His internal energy was somewhat depleted. If his opponent managed to dodge and he learned his lesson, it would be difficult for him to inflict further injury, and his strength would be greatly diminished.

However, this already satisfied Zhang Tian. You have to know that he has only been cultivating for two and a half years, and his strength has increased dramatically in just a few dozen days. He already has the strength to kill the leaders of the Five Mountains Sword Sect. This is an unimaginable existence among any young generation.

"hehe!"

Zhang Tian withdrew.

Holding the sword with both hands.

In front of all his disciples, he sneered at Liu Zhengfeng, "I heard everyone say that Master Liu of Hengshan is an extraordinary figure, so I came to test him tonight, but he turned out to be nothing special."

"Having lived fifty years in vain!"

"You've only managed to make such a name for yourself because there's no one else in the martial arts world, allowing even a nobody like you to achieve fame!"

He left those words behind.

He then turned and ran.

Looking at Liu Zhengfeng, he was trembling with rage. After all, a person's face is their only asset in life. He used to be praised by heroes from all walks of life, and that was how glorious he was.

When did we first become the target of such ridicule?

He immediately let out a long roar to the sky.

He used all his lightness skills to run and chase after them.

The long sword in her hand was like a venomous snake, almost breaking Zhang Tian's moves and injuring him several times.

This is solely because Liu Zhengfeng possesses profound inner strength, accumulated over forty years.

Even if Zhang Tian works hard to move things, it will only take him three or four years at most.

Moreover, their lightness skills were of a completely different level.

As one thing grows, another diminishes.

That was incredibly dangerous.

Liu Zhengfeng was both happy and sad. He was happy because he would soon be able to kill that arrogant thief, vent his anger, and show the other party what a true martial arts master was like.

Tragically, he, a hero of his generation, could only suppress others with his internal strength, rather than with sword techniques and skills, which was truly an unfair victory.

He saw Zhang Tian fall from the rooftop and escape into the alley, and he followed closely behind.

There is no known origin of that alley.

The other person stood at the end of the alley, then sat down on the steps without regard for appearances, panting heavily, clearly having exhausted his inner strength and lacking energy.

Liu Zhengfeng pressed on relentlessly, like catching a turtle in a jar.

But at this moment...

He heard a slight night breeze blowing.

The leaves swayed.

A murderous intent swept in from the darkness, the sound of swords echoing mournfully. In his astonishment, he turned to dodge, but it was too late. In a few swift movements, a long sword was already at his neck.

This terrified Liu Zhengfeng so much that he stood frozen in place, completely smitten.

Only then did he realize that he had fallen into the villain's trap.

But before he could speak...

The person behind him chuckled coldly, "By order of the Eastern Cult Leader, we are here to apprehend those who have connections with the Holy Cult!"

"Liu Zhengfeng, hand over the information you stole from the Holy Sect at once! If you don't tell the truth, I'll make sure your entire family is executed without a trace!"

Upon hearing this, Liu Zhengfeng...

Enraged, he shouted, "Nonsense! Brother Qu and I are bosom friends, sharing a deep bond like that of Bo Ya and Zi Qi. How could there be any talk of collusion or espionage?"

Liu Zhengfeng wanted to say something more, but then he saw the person behind him walk up to him. He recognized the person's familiar figure at a glance, even though the face was covered.

He was so frightened that he backed away repeatedly.

My legs feel weak.

He knelt on the ground with a thud, unable to utter a single word, "I...I..."

"Colluding with the Demonic Sect, what is the punishment according to the Hengshan Sect's rules?"

Liu Zhengfeng's face turned ashen, and he closed his eyes in anguish. His worst fear had come true. He slowly lowered his head and said, "According to the Hengshan Sect rules, anyone who colludes with the Demonic Sect will be expelled from the sect, their martial arts will be completely crippled, they will be ostracized by the five sects, and they will be sentenced to death!"