On Taiqing Peak, Linghu Chong fought against three enemies alone.
Nun Dingyi's Mount Heng Sword Style was dense and long. The sword radiance was like rain, penetrating over endlessly.
Taoist Master Tianmen's Mount Tai Sword Style was just, vigorous, and fierce.
Mr. Mo should have the highest mastery of swordsmanship among the three of them. He was known as the Xiaoxiang Night Rain. His sword in the zither was elegant and agile, making it impossible to guard against.
These three people were all leaders of a faction, so their strength was naturally tyrannical.
He was a top-notch expert in the martial arts world.
However, Linghu Chong was able to handle it with ease with the help of the Nine Swords Beyond the Swords.
He was not at a disadvantage at all.
All of a sudden, a cold air enveloped them!
Zuo Lengchan, who had been cruising at the side, seized the opportunity to attack when Linghu Chong's back revealed a slight flaw.
Azure frost condensed in his palm, turning into an ice sword that emitted a bone-piercing cold air.
It suddenly stabbed towards Linghu Chong!
"Go to hell!"
Zuo Lengchan grinned hideously.
It was as if he had already seen Linghu Chong being stabbed in the chest.
However, a sword light suddenly appeared.
It was as if Linghu Chong had eyes on the back of his head. He suddenly turned around and thrust his sword at his opponent.
Sword-breaking stance!
Kacha--
The blade pierced through the ice.
The ice sword in Zuo Lengchan's hand shattered inch by inch.
The sharp sword Qi and True Kang penetrated his body. He immediately groaned and spat out blood, kneeling on the ground.
At the same time, a powerful sword Qi burst out from Linghu Chong's body.
The sword in his hand swept horizontally.
Sword Qi surged out.
It was like a huge wave that could topple mountains and overturn seas.
The expressions of Daoist Tianmen, Mister Mo, and Nun Dingyi changed drastically.
With a muffled groan, he was sent flying back dozens of feet.
With just one sword, Linghu Chong defeated Zuo Lengchan, who was at the peak of the Xiantian Realm, and defeated the experts of the other three sects.
In the blink of an eye, the victor was decided.
"Seniors, thank you for letting me win."
Linghu Chong sheathed his sword and cupped his hands.
His eyes didn't have the pride and arrogance he had imagined.
There was only a trace of loneliness left.
Among the Xiantian realm, he already had few opponents.
Other than the few opponents he was not confident of defeating, there was no one else who could compete with him.
It was a little lonely.
……
"Linghu Chong actually won?"
In the pavilion.
Song Qingshu's face was filled with disbelief.
He had always thought highly of himself, thinking that even though Linghu Chong was ranked third on the Ranking List of Young Masters, he might not be much stronger than him.
Therefore, he put himself in others 'shoes.
They believed that Linghu Chong would never be able to defeat the older generation experts of the other four sects.
However, reality gave him a loud slap in the face.
Not only did Ling Huchong win.
And he won very easily.
He only used one sword to defeat Zuo Lengchan of Mount Song, who was at the peak of the Connate Realm.
The experts of the other three sects couldn't even block a single Sword Qi from him.
Song Qingshu knew that he wouldn't be able to withstand such divine might.
Only now did he understand what the top three on the Ranking List of Young Masters meant.
The gap between him and Linghu Chong was too great.
This sense of defeat even made him feel a trace of despair.
At this moment, Huang Rong, who was beside him, stood up with a smile and said,"You lost. If you're willing to bet, you must admit defeat. Why aren't you kowtowing and apologizing to my Brother Jiang Feng?”
"You…"
Song Qingshu was so angry that his face turned ashen, and he almost vomited blood.
How could a person like him, who thought highly of himself, really kneel in public?
If that was really the case, then his reputation would be ruined. How could he walk the martial world in the future?
But now, he had indeed lost.
It was not good to deny it.
He could only clench his teeth and cupped his fists.”
It was already extremely difficult for a person like him to lower his head in public.
However, Huang Rong refused to let it go." We agreed to kowtow and apologize. You want to deny it with just a few words? Are the people of Wudang Sect all so untrustworthy and can't afford to lose?"”
"You…Don't go too far!"
Song Qingshu's expression was hard to describe, and he gritted his teeth so hard that they were almost crushed.
He had never suffered such humiliation in his life.
" Linghu Chong won, not Jiang Feng!" he said angrily." What right do you have to show off here?" Wanting me to kneel down to this pretty boy is simply wishful thinking. Let's talk about it after winning the sword in my hand!”
He was already furious from embarrassment.
Just as Huang Rong was about to mock him, Jiang Feng, who had been sitting down, suddenly stood up.
"You finally can't keep up the act anymore?"
When Song Qingshu saw that Jiang Feng had stood up, he could not help but feel happy.
He had long disliked Jiang Feng's pretentious behavior. If he could not help but attack, he would definitely teach him a lesson.
He wanted to stomp this pretty boy under his feet.
He wanted to regain his lost face.
However, just as Song Qingshu was full of anticipation, Jiang Feng ignored him.
He stood up.
A powerful aura erupted from his body.
Pure innate energy exploded.
It was like an invisible sharp sword that split the entire pavilion apart.
Song Qingshu was caught off guard.
The Protective Upstanding Qi on his body had just condensed when he was hit by this terrifying Sword Qi, but it was instantly shattered, and he retreated with a pale face.
Song Yuanqiao hurriedly took a step forward to protect his son. He also revealed a shocked expression as the longsword in his hand trembled continuously.
Master Fang Zheng, who was standing beside him, was also slightly frightened. He hurriedly took three steps back and put his palms together.
The Buddhist light protected his body, which prevented him from being attacked by the sword qi.
Only Huang Rong, who was in the arena, was wrapped in a gentle force.
No matter how the sword energy surged, it didn't hurt her at all.
"Brother Jiang Feng…"
Huang Rong's beautiful eyes sparkled, and her eyes were blurred.
The feeling of being protected by someone warmed her heart.
"Wait for me here."
Jiang Feng smiled at her. That smile was enough to make everything lose their color.
Then, he walked out of the pavilion.
The sword qi on his body did not restrain at all, surging in all directions.
In an instant, the crowd in front of him was separated.
"What happened?"
"What a terrifying sword qi! Quickly retreat!"
Everyone cried out in alarm as they looked at the young man who walked out of the pavilion in horror.
Jiang Feng did not stop.
His gaze locked onto Linghu Chong, who was on Taiqing Peak.
Once he left, his name would shake the world!
The mighty sword qi transformed into a graceful swan and soared into the clouds!
"Jade Prince Jiang Feng is here to pay his respects to the Sword Prince of Huashan!”
The third chapter!
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