A figure descended from the sky, it was a young sword cultivator, eleven realms. His face was full of youthful immaturity and arrogance. His sword was already unsheathed, and with an extremely dashing pose, he pressed his sword down from the air. With a "swish," hundreds of zhang of sword light erupted from the sword tip, crashing onto the mountain protection formation. Immediately after, his body pressed down, and an entire beam of sword energy was bent like a carrying pole.
First, he took a kick filled with the sword intent of a thirteen-realm Sword Immortal, and then he took a sword strike from the eleven-realm young sword cultivator. The mountain protection formation was already like a shattered porcelain vase, covered in cracks.
Just at this moment, another figure descended from the sky. It was a female martial artist with a braided pigtail behind her head and an extremely beautiful face. She wore a simple green short shirt, yet she looked quite vibrant. With a punch from the sky, though it was a punch from the Heavenly Origin Realm, it was the last straw that broke the camel's back. The mountain protection formation of the White Dragon Sword Sect instantly shattered, dissolving into countless fragments of spiritual energy and dissipating in the wind. The Great Wind Novel.
"Wuwu... huh?"
The young Sword Immortal landed gracefully, wisps of dazzling sword aura swirling around his long sword. He took a deep breath, raised his long sword, pointed it at the sect entrance, and said with a light chuckle, "Zhao Shan's Great Protector, Zhang A Bai, has come to challenge your sword. Old dog Qi Bai Long, come out and accept your death!!"
"Damn it!"
On the mountain, a figure in deep red streaked down. It was a personal disciple of the sect leader of White Dragon Mountain, eleven realms. His face was slightly gloomy, and although he was a man, his speech and demeanor were very much like a woman. He brought his sword down from the air and roared, "How dare a mere rat be so arrogant? Chen Yong Qiang, the chief disciple of the White Dragon Sword Sect, decrees your death!"
"..."
Lin Zhujie was still hidden among the pine needles. Looking from afar, his heart immediately sped up. Although he hadn't seen him for ten years, he recognized that brat Zhang Luobai at a glance. As for the woman, who else could it be but Zhuang Yirong?
Suddenly, Lin Zhujie's heart was filled with joy. He hadn't expected to find them so soon after arriving in the Colorful Cloud Sky. The task given by the Mountain Lord was already completed. From now on, he would hide and watch the show, seeing how much these youngsters had improved over the years!
In the wind, Zhang Luobai swept his sword horizontally, shouting, "The White Goose Sweep!"
This move had astonishing momentum, carrying the same spirit as when he used to wield a short stick to chase away the bullies and help the weak in the town's large white geese on Xue Yu Tian Chi back then. However, this seemingly simple move contained dense sword energy. With one sword strike, it instantly shattered Chen Yong Qiang's sword energy, and about thirty percent of the remaining sword energy rolled onward, heading straight for Chen Yong Qiang.
With just one sword, one could see the vast difference between the two eleven-realm cultivators. Zhang Luobai's eleven realms were far stronger than his opponent's.
"Bastard!"
More and more disciples were streaking down from the mountain. The White Dragon Sword Sect was a great sect with over ten thousand disciples. In an instant, over a thousand people were watching. Chen Yong Qiang, being at the eleven-realm and the chief disciple, was duty-bound to protect the sect. If he lost face in the first battle, his position as chief disciple would likely be handed over to someone else.
His eyes chilled, and he raised his hand to unleash a sword finger. The finger force pierced through the air. However, it was extremely insidious. After the sword finger attack, he flicked his sword, and sword intent seeped into the ground, launching a silent attack from beneath the earth.
"Oh?"
Zhang Luobai's gaze chilled. With his head held high and chest out, nothing escaped Young Master Zhang's keen eyes. He had long seen through this brute's sinister intentions. At that moment, Zhang Luobai's body shot up, and he employed the same tactic, bringing his sword down from the sky: "Vicious Dog Steals Shit!"
The long sword in his hand instantly erupted with booming thunderous sounds, carrying countless dense sword energies. It slashed through the opponent's sword energy in mid-air, also obliterating the wisps of sword energy emanating from the ground, which carried a watery aura. The next moment, this sword strike made the chief disciple spit blood and retreat repeatedly!
"Stomp stomp stomp..."
Chen Yong Qiang retreated rapidly. Blood qi surged within him, and his sword heart hummed and buzzed, struggling to suppress the urge to surrender to the opponent. He retreated several steps, his body crashing into an ancient pine tree, and a strong sense of defeat surged in his heart. Turning around, he saw a beautiful face. It was Junior Sister Liu, the Saintess of Ling Xiu Peak.
Junior Sister Liu, who used to spar and play chess with him on the cliff, her face blooming like a flower, now looked at Chen Yong Qiang with extreme coldness, without the slightest concern, as if looking at a piece of trash. Perhaps, if Chen Yong Qiang were defeated by an opponent of the same realm, he would no longer be worthy of being Junior Sister Liu's dao companion.
Junior Sister Liu, she had changed her mind!
Chen Yong Qiang was heartbroken.
"Trash, stand down."
An old man wearing a cloud-white long gown stepped out with his sword. It was the Vice Sect Master, an elder at the peak of the eleven realms. If nothing else, he had been stuck at the eleven realms for nearly a thousand years. His foundation at the eleven realms was unfathomably deep, richer than soup boiled from a thousand-year-old turtle.
"Yes, Vice Sect Master..."
Although Chen Yong Qiang was unconvinced, he still retreated and began circulating his energy to heal his injuries.
"A mere Vice Sect Master!"
Zhang Luobai raised his eyebrows, pointed his sword forward, and said with a smile, "This young master will play with you then!"
Zhuang Yirong's lips curved into a smile, too lazy to speak, and simply watched the show.
"Alright, alright."
In the air, a figure descended. It was an exquisitely beautiful young girl, her white clothes as pure as snow, her posture graceful, holding a long sword. It seemed that even all the praise in the human world would not be excessive for her. Her spiritual and refined beauty was indescribable. Most importantly, she was also a twelve-realm sword cultivator with an unfathomably deep cultivation base.
"Senior Sister Lu, trying to steal the credit?" Zhang Luobai scratched his head.
The woman in the air, who used the alias Lu Zhaohua in the martial world, was none other than Tong Yu. The name Lu Zhaohua was derived from "Lu" from Lu Tong, "Zhao" from Lin Zhao, and "Hua" from Lin Wanhua. She had been using this alias since the first day Tong Yu began her journey in the martial world. Therefore, in the Colorful Cloud Sky, over time, when cultivators in the mountains heard the name Lu Zhaohua, they would be as terrified as if they had seen a ghost. She was a ruthless female demon who once annihilated three sects in the Colorful Cloud Sky with one person and one sword!
Tong Yu frowned and looked at Zhang Luobai, saying, "Vice Sect Master versus Vice Sect Master, no problem, right? If you have any objections, we can challenge each other later and ask Old Huang to make the judgment."
"Alright, alright. A higher rank suppresses a lower rank."
Zhang Luobai sheathed his sword and said, "I'll leave this old guy to you."
"You guys..."
In the wind, the Vice Sect Master in the cloud-white long gown's expression turned cold. He had already circulated his spiritual energy, stuck a secretly burning talisman onto his sword blade, and then suddenly thrust his sword out, his eyes filled with intense killing intent. He laughed heartily, "What do you think I am?!"
This talisman was called the Qi Gathering Talisman, a rare esoteric talisman in the martial world. It could condense sword energy into a single point, unleashing terrifying destructive power, making it very suitable for assassination and surprise attacks. Many cultivators in the Colorful Cloud Sky were said to have defeated higher-level opponents with the Qi Gathering Talisman. As long as the calculations were in place, such things were considered common.
"You're overthinking it."
Tong Yu drew her sword, struck, and sheathed it with lightning speed. The entire process was completed in an instant, but the sword light descended in a straight line. The next moment, the eleven-realm Vice Sect Master's body froze in mid-air, his sword intent instantly dispersed. The thrust sword, the Qi Gathering Talisman, and even his treasured sword were all split in two. Then, his body was split in two.
Tong Yu's sword strike cured all obsessive-compulsive disorders in the world. It precisely split the Vice Sect Master down the middle. The long sword was split in two, the head was split in two, the sword energy grazed the center of the eyebrows, the tip of the nose, the gap between the two front teeth, passed the Adam's apple, and continued down, splitting the chest and torso in two. It passed through the center of the navel, splitting the lower abdomen and dantian in two. It then continued downward, splitting his reproductive organs in two. It could be considered that he was well-proportioned, split exactly in half, with neither side more nor less.
The next moment, the Vice Sect Master's body was shredded into a mist of blood by countless dense sword energies in the wind.
Before Tong Yu drew her sword, she had already inquired about the Vice Sect Master's life. Relying on his high realm, he had bullied the weak and oppressed women, robbed and plundered, and even killed his master and grandmaster after reaching a higher realm. He had then occupied his master's wife and junior sister. There was no evil deed he wouldn't commit. Dying once was not enough, such a person deserved to die a hundred times.
Zhang Luobai watched, trembling. Damn it, Senior Sister was too formidable! It turned out that when she sparred with him normally, she had hidden at least seventy percent of her cultivation. Otherwise, with this sword strike, he, Zhang the Great Sword Immortal, would have only had a 99.9% chance of surviving. It was too dangerous!
...
"Zhao Shan!"
From afar, a ethereal voice echoed from the mountaintop. Immediately, a supremely powerful sword intent rose, like a scorching sun ascending. It was the thirteen-realm Sect Master Qi Bai Long, who had emerged from seclusion. He held a sword, his entire body radiating auspicious light, and floated down from the mountaintop. His eyes were filled with chilling killing intent.
Tong Yu frowned. She had seen many thirteen-realm sword cultivators: her master, Sister Su Qingjiu, Old Huang, Wu Zhi, Tang Guangjun, and so on. None of these world-shattering thirteen-realm cultivators were as ostentatious as Qi Bai Long. They only revealed their sharpest edge when they drew their swords. This Qi Bai Long, however, seemed to want to display his entire cultivation to the world from the very beginning.
"You've done well!"
Qi Bai Long narrowed his eyes and said with a cold smile, "You killed my White Dragon Sword Sect's Vice Sect Master. This debt cannot be settled easily."
Just then, a fiery red glow streaked across the sky, plummeting rapidly towards White Dragon Mountain, like a fleeting meteor. The Great Wind Novel Network.
"Fight, stop talking nonsense!"
That stream of light was none other than Huang Tingyu. He fiercely pressed his sword down onto the unprepared Qi Bai Long's sword blade. In an instant, Qi Bai Long's face turned pale. He was only at the early stage of the thirteen realms, how could he withstand the thirteen-realm peak demon immortal before him? It turned out the legends were true; the Sect Master of Zhao Shan was indeed a thirteen-realm sword cultivator! He had been careless, and it was too late!
Huang Tingyu's sword already suppressed Qi Bai Long to the point where he couldn't speak. Next, he shrugged his shoulders and activated his innate divine ability. A celestial dog's head suddenly appeared and bit down on Qi Bai Long's shoulder with a "splat," tearing off a bloody chunk of flesh. The next second, Huang Tingyu unleashed his sword finger at the opponent's abdomen, piercing Qi Bai Long's protective sword aura.
As Qi Bai Long retreated, Huang Tingyu drew his sword, and the thirteen-realm sword cultivator, known as the number one sword in the Colorful Cloud Sky, turned into a mist of blood in the air. He was killed in just three sword strikes!
...
"Old Huang is still the fiercest!"
Lin Zhujie was greatly invigorated. He streaked past, transforming into his true form and charging towards the crowd.
"Who!?"
Zhang Luobai turned his head sharply.
"It's your dear Uncle Lin Zhujie!" Lin Zhujie spread his arms and laughed heartily as he ran.
Zhang Luobai's eyes instantly reddened, then he leaped up, spun, and rode on Lin Zhujie's back of the neck. A barrage of punches rained down, leaving Lin Zhujie bruised and swollen. "You scoundrel Lin Zhujie, watching your master and everyone else get killed, you didn't even draw a sword. How many good things did you eat for free at the Summit Villa? Have you no shame? Take this farmer's nine punches!"
"Oh no!"
Lin Zhujie dodged and weaved, saying, "Quick, stop! Your master isn't dead, he's waiting for you at the Summit Villa!"
"Huh?!"
The little brat was shocked, as if struck by lightning. The dignified eleven-realm Sword Immortal's eyes instantly filled with tears, and they streamed down his face. "You're lying, aren't you?"