"Is this still the decadent drunkard junior brother we know?”
Song Yuanqiao, Yin Liting, and the others were somewhat dumbfounded.
"Fifth brother, your realm…What had just happened?”
Song Yuanqiao asked Zhang Cuishan in a low voice.
Who would have known that this little junior brother who was usually drunk and did not have the slightest demeanor of a martial artist?
Instead, his words made his master allow him to drink.
Therefore, everyone was in disbelief.
It was mainly because they had not felt the surge of sword essence just now.
Therefore, he did not know why Zhang Cuishan's realm had suddenly increased.
Moreover, how did this have anything to do with Little Junior Brother?
Zhang Cuishan shook his head and said seriously,"
"Junior Brother Changsheng's swordsmanship is exquisite and extraordinary. In that instant just now, I felt that Junior Brother seemed to have transformed into a sword!”
Hearing this, everyone's expression froze.
What did Junior Brother do in such a short time?
Everyone turned to Chen Changsheng, wanting to see his reaction.
He stood up unsteadily and smiled at everyone.
Then, he took a big gulp of wine and laughed boldly,"
"Everyone is drunk, but I'm the only one who's sober!"
"Everyone in the world is awake, and I'm the only one drunk!"
As Chen Changsheng spoke, the aura around him changed drastically.
This time, it was no longer targeted at one person.
Instead, all the Wudang disciples present could clearly sense the change.
In an instant, Chen Changsheng was no longer that drunken martial uncle of Wudang.
A monstrous sword intent surged and enveloped Chen Changsheng.
That sword intent caused the expressions of the Wudang Sect disciples to change!
"This sword intent is too terrifying!”
Zhang Cuishan muttered to himself.
He was known as the most talented disciple in Wudang Sect, especially for his godly swordsmanship.
However, even so, in the face of the vast sword intent that Chen Changsheng was unleashing, Zhang Cuishan felt ashamed of his inferiority.
In fact, it was no longer a sword intent.
At this moment, Chen Changsheng himself was the sword!
Even standing in the middle of the arena, everyone felt something.
"Is this the legendary sword intent?!”
Song Yuanqiao and the others exclaimed.
They did not expect that this drunkard junior brother's realm was actually so profound.
At such a young age, he had actually come into contact with the Sword Dao so deeply.
They had only felt this mysterious feeling from one person before.
They were their masters, the Immortal Zhang Sanfeng, who was known as Mount Tai in the martial arts world.
At this thought, everyone was even more shocked.
Could it be that Chen Changsheng's junior apprentice-brother's attainments in the sword were already on par with his master?
But at this moment, Chen Changsheng had not stopped.
He said drunkenly,
"I am the Wudang Wine Sword Immortal!"
"With wine, I can be carefree. Without wine, I can also be happy. Only one sword can break the world!”
Before he finished speaking, he suddenly flipped his palm.
Then, he raised the wooden sword in his hand. As his feet swayed, the sword moved with him, and martial arts moved the universe.
For a moment, everyone's pupils constricted as they saw a sudden gust of wind.
The wooden sword burst forth with unparalleled might as it tore through the air!
In the blink of an eye, Chen Changsheng's drunken state caused the wooden sword in his hand to dance. In the blink of an eye, he had displayed countless sword moves, each one filled with a strange artistic conception.
When Song Yuanqiao and the others saw this scene, their eyes flickered with light.
"Hiss, how can a mere wooden sword display such a wondrous sword move?”
"I can feel the sword intent driving this sword!”
Everyone sucked in a breath of cold air and was shocked!
This was the result of pure sword intent, which was why the wooden sword in Chen Changsheng's hand could erupt with a wondrous state of mind.
Weng!
Weng!
At this moment, in the square in front of the Purple Cloud Palace, muffled moans suddenly sounded.
In an instant, all the Wudang Sect disciples who were using swords in the field realized that the swords in their hands were suddenly trembling non-stop. They kept humming in the scabbards as if they were being triggered by something.
This phenomenon stunned all the disciples.
"What's going on? Why does it feel like my sword is about to break free from its sheath?”
"Me too. I feel like I can't hold my sword anymore!”
"What's going on? This is too strange!"
"Oh no, I lost my sword!”
In the next moment, hundreds of swords broke free from their owners 'sheaths and stabbed into the ground. The swords kept humming and shaking.
When all the Wudang Sect disciples saw this, goosebumps kept appearing on their bodies. They had no idea what was going on.
Song Yuanqiao, Zhang Cuishan, and the others looked at this scene in shock.
Ten thousand swords resonated, and a hundred swords submitted!
Such a peerless demeanor made every Wudang disciple present extremely excited and envious!
Sword Slash!
Heart and sword connected!
At this moment, Chen Changsheng was clearly drunk, but he was like a king of the sword, commanding the swords!
The disciples were already shocked beyond words. They could only circulate their magic power to suppress the sword that was about to explode.
After a long time, the vast sword intent gradually dissipated, and all the swords stopped trembling!
At this moment, as the sword intent was withdrawn, Chen Changsheng's entire body went limp, and he collapsed to the ground.
Everyone was startled. Could it be that Chen Changsheng had overdrawn his true energy and fainted?
Junior Brother Changsheng?!"
Song Yuanqiao and the others hurriedly rushed to Chen Changsheng's side, helped him up, and softly called out.
However, at this moment, Chen Changsheng's breathing was long, and he would occasionally mutter a few words in his sleep.
He even snored under everyone's gaze!
How could he have fainted from overdrawing his true energy?
He was clearly completely drunk and unconscious!
Everyone looked at each other helplessly.
"I finally know why Master agreed to Little Junior Brother's request to drink. This kind of talent is indeed different from us!”
Song Yuanqiao smiled bitterly and said.
Zhang Cuishan and the others nodded.
They did not expect Junior Brother Changsheng to be able to comprehend such a Sword Dao. He was indeed extraordinary.
"Let's send Little Junior Brother back to his residence!”
The Wudang Seven Heroes agreed.
They had originally wanted to ask Chen Changsheng why he possessed such profound foundations in the sword.
But from the looks of it, perhaps he could only wait until Chen Changsheng sobered up.
And Chen Changsheng's drunkenness lasted for three whole days and nights!
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