Among the Wudang Sect crowd, a young man in a light green Daoist robe was overjoyed when he saw this. He quickly went to the Emei Sect's camp and walked to Zhou Zhiruo's side. He said happily," Junior Sister Zhiruo, did you see that?" This is the Taiji Sword Technique that my grandmaster taught me. Now that this demon from the Demonic Sect has encountered my father, he will definitely be defeated.”
When Zhou Zhiruo heard this, she cast a glance at the young man beside her, her brows showing slight displeasure." Senior Brother Song Qingshu, it's better to call me by my name. We haven't reached that level of familiarity yet."”
Upon hearing Zhou Zhiruo's words, the young man-Song Qingshu-immediately looked embarrassed. However, it was fleeting. He didn't take it seriously and continued to fawn over her." Junior Sister Zhou is right. Oh, right, Junior Sister Zhou. The Taiji Sword Art is extremely profound. Do you want me to get my father to teach you?"”
"Senior Brother Song Qingshu, please be careful with your words. This sword technique is the Wudang Sect's ultimate technique. I'm an Emei disciple, so how can I learn your Wudang Sect's martial arts?”
Zhou Zhiruo furrowed her brows and cast a glance at Song Qingshu. She hated him to the core. Ever since Song Qingshu had met her once in a while, he had been like a cowhide plaster, following her around whenever she was free.
She couldn't chase him away, which made her extremely annoyed.
Moreover, the other party was the third generation chief disciple of Wudang. He had just said that he wanted to teach him the supreme martial arts of Wudang. How was this possible? If she really learned it and this matter spread to Jianghu, how could she and Emei have a foothold in Jianghu?
Three meters away, Mistress Annihilation had been paying attention to the conversation between Song Qingshu and Zhou Zhiruo.
To be honest, Mistress Annihilation was extremely disdainful of Song Qingshu. He did not have the bearing that a third generation head disciple of Wudang should have. Moreover, the words he said just now were enough to show his ignorance.
On the other hand, after Zhou Zhiruo rejected Song Qingshu righteously, Mistress Miejue admired her even more.
Not mentioning the thoughts in the hearts of the few of them, Song Yuanqiao could be said to be suffering in the arena at this moment. His talent was only ordinary, and the Taiji sword technique he comprehended actually focused more on defense and did not have any offensive techniques contained within.
His Taiji sword style emphasized on attacking fast with slow speed. It had the miraculous ability to deflect a thousand pounds with four taels of silver.
If Chu Yang had unleashed a thunderous attack from the start, Song Yuanqiao would have been able to rely on the profundity of the Taiji Sword Technique in his hands to counter his opponent.
But now, Chu Yang didn't take the initiative to attack at all. Instead, he followed his sword moves like a shadow, completely taking the offensive.
However, something that made him even more afraid happened. During this process, the other party was actually constantly analyzing and analyzing sword moves that belonged to him.
Moreover, he began to simulate the artistic conception of the Taiji Sword Art. He had only exchanged a dozen moves, but his sword art seemed to have been completely understood by the other party.
After comprehending the Taiji Sword Art, no matter how many changes the sword art made, it could no longer threaten the other party.
In the arena, Chu Yang's sword technique became faster and faster. Song Yuanqiao started to follow his rhythm and was gradually dragged along by the other party. For a moment, he actually gradually lost his strength.
"The new Ming Cult Master is actually so terrifying? His talent in swordsmanship is really shocking. Ever since Master taught me the Taiji Sword Art, I have been focusing on practicing it for several years, but I have only just begun to understand it. However, he was able to comprehend 60 - 70% of it in the moment he fought with me. How can there be such a monstrous person in this world?”
Song Yuanqiao looked at Chu Yang's increasingly exquisite Taiji Sword Intent and smiled bitterly in his heart. He understood that if he continued to fight like this, he would definitely be dragged to death by Chu Yang.
The outcome of this battle had already been decided. If they continued, they would only be asking for humiliation.
When he thought of this, Song Yuanqiao immediately held his sword and shook it lightly. His figure quickly retreated, cupped his hands, and sighed." Cult Master Chu's talent is shocking, and his sword art is also outstanding. I…have lost!!”
"Wudang Sect is willing to withdraw!"
Song Yuanqiao's words caused everyone present to be slightly stunned. Just a moment ago, Song Yuanqiao had the upper hand. Why did he suddenly admit defeat?
"Father, how could you lose? With your Houtian middle stage cultivation and Taiji sword technique, how can this kid be your opponent? Could it be that he used some despicable trick?!”
In the crowd, Song Qingshu had just told Zhou Zhiruo that his father would win, but he didn't expect to be slapped in the face in the blink of an eye. How could he accept this?
Subconsciously, he thought that it was Chu Yang who had sneakily attacked Song Yuanqiao, causing his father to admit defeat.
"Presumptuous! If you are not as skilled as him, you should admit defeat. Cult Master Chu's talent in sword arts is shocking. In just a short moment, he has already learned seventy to eighty percent of my Taiji Sword Art. How can I be a match for such a talented person? I, Song Yuanqiao, have never lied in my life, and I can't afford to lose. A loss is a loss, so there's no need to say anything else.”
Hearing Song Qingshu's questioning voice, Song Yuanqiao immediately turned around and reprimanded with a furious expression.
"Father…"
Hearing Song Yuanqiao's words, Song Qingshu opened his mouth and wanted to say something. However, he was stared at by Song Yuanqiao's angry eyes. In the end, he didn't say anything. He could only turn around and glare at Chu Yang indignantly.
Seeing Song Qingshu's attitude, Zhou Zhiruo looked down on him even more. Even Great Swordsman Song had admitted that he had lost, yet as his son, he couldn't take it and even showed such an attitude. He was really despicable.
Shaolin and Wudang, the two great sects that were as powerful as mountains and stars, were defeated one after another. This caused the hearts of the people from the six great sects to instantly feel desolate.
The new cult master of the demonic cult was too powerful. What else could they use to destroy the demonic cult?
On the other hand, the people from the Ming Cult were very happy when they saw their Cult Master defeat Kong Wen, the abbot of Shaolin, and Song Yuanqiao of Wudang.
"What's wrong? Didn't everyone say that they wanted to destroy my Ming Cult? Who's next?" Zhou Dian raised his voice and laughed at the people of the six major sects, causing everyone to glare at him angrily.
"He Taichong, Sect Leader of Kunlun?"
Chu Yang's eyes turned and looked at a middle-aged man who was the leader of the Kunlun Sect. His eyes flashed and he said softly," I've always asked if the Kunlun Sword Art is extraordinary. Back then, He Zu Dao, one of the three sages of Kunlun, had suppressed Shaolin for decades with a single sword. I wonder if this is true?!”
"Humph! Even Wudang Sect's Perfected Zhang has to show some respect to my grandmaster. Back then, my ancestors were so powerful that even Wudang Sect was not as prosperous as my grandmaster, let alone Shaolin Temple.”
Speaking of He Zu Dao, He Taichong immediately felt proud. This grandmaster could definitely be considered the strongest person in the history of their Kunlun Sect.
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