allonlinenovel Chapter 198 One sword kills one person
Chapter 198 One sword kills one person
Chapter 198 One Sword Kills One Person
Six disciples of Qingtao Hall quickly surrounded Zhuo Yang. Four of them were at the Heartbeat stage and two were at the Fusion stage, so their strength was quite good.
Zhuo Yang was using Yang Lingfeng's identity, but with only the cultivation level of the Heartbeat stage. Compared to Yang Lingfeng, Zhuo Yang not only couldn't gain an advantage, but was also clearly going to be suppressed.
As the enemy approached, Zhuo Yang let out a low growl, swiped his finger on his storage ring, and a longsword appeared in his hand.
Yang Lingfeng's sword is simple and elegant, and it is also a fine sword.
Seeing Zhuo Yang draw his sword, the six disciples of Qingtao Hall immediately took out their weapons, each holding a uniquely shaped longsword, looking extremely fierce.
"Hmph, how dare he brandish weapons against Qingtao Hall! Kill him!" Kong Xinglan sneered, straightening his body to show Mao Xiaohui his imposing physique.
Sure enough, Mao Xiaohui had an excited expression on her face, and her body was tense.
Kong Xinglan glanced at her out of the corner of his eye, secretly pleased with himself: This girl is easy to pick up, I'll have her tonight!
With a whoosh, Kong Xinglan's fantasy was interrupted, and she looked up and stared at Zhuo Yang, who was surrounded in the arena.
A flash of cold light appeared, and a disciple of Qingtao Hall launched a surprise attack on Zhuo Yang from the side and rear.
The blade flashed in a perfect arc, slashing down towards the back of Zhuo Yang's neck.
If that strike lands, it could sever a person's head!
"Hmph!" Zhuo Yang sneered, suddenly ducked to avoid the attack, and then used his longsword to deliver a swift counterattack.
The basic sword techniques are: thrust, hook, parry, point, chop, strike, intercept, and scissor.
Zhuo Yang was unable to use his own swordsmanship, but his understanding of swordsmanship had long reached another level, and he could easily wield mere sword moves.
Lifting a sword is like using a long sword to lift a curtain, but with lightning speed.
The Qingtao Hall disciple who had ambushed Zhuo Yang only saw a sword light rushing towards his lower abdomen. He was immediately startled and, without thinking, pulled in his stomach and twisted his waist to dodge the sword.
The sword flashed, and a spray of blood filled the sky.
The man lay on the ground a few meters away, a shocking foot-long wound on his chest, from which blood gushed out, and his lungs were faintly visible.
One sword, one kill!
The disciples of Qingtao Hall were all dumbfounded, completely unaware of what had happened.
Xie Chuan's eyes widened suddenly, and he almost pulled out his beard.
"Excellent swordsmanship! A mere backhand flick is a basic sword technique, yet it can unleash such power!" Dong Zhen exclaimed with admiration, clapping his hands.
Zhuo Yang glanced at him and thought to himself that this guy was no good and just wanted to stir up trouble!
"What are you all standing there for? Attack him together and kill him!" Kong Xinglan roared in anger, feeling as if she had been slapped across the face.
They kept insisting that the other party kneel down and apologize, but in the end, the other party killed one of their own people with a single sword. What a huge disgrace!
The other Qingtao Hall disciples were also furious. They couldn't bear to see their fellow disciples, who usually ate, drank, and cultivated together, die before their eyes!
Five men simultaneously raised their long swords and slashed down at Zhuo Yang's head.
"You won't shed tears until you see the coffin!" Zhuo Yang snorted coldly, flicked his longsword, and swung it forward with a horizontal thrust, aiming straight for the chest of a Qingtao Hall disciple.
The disciple suddenly had a terrifying feeling of being stared at by a monster, and without thinking, he leaned back in an attempt to dodge the sword.
With four knives slashing at him from all sides, Zhuo Yang suddenly bent down, pushed off with his feet, and flew forward sideways.
The blades flashed, but none of them hit Zhuo Yang. The sword light, however, grazed the stomach of the Qingtao Hall disciple, leaving a shocking wound.
"Ah..." A scream rang out, causing all the cultivators present to frown.
"Such fast swordsmanship!"
"It's basic swordsmanship, but his speed is too fast!"
"I didn't sense any fluctuations in true energy; he was only using swordsmanship!"
"Great!"
The cultivators whispered among themselves, but their eyes remained fixed on Zhuo Yang without blinking, as if trying to understand his swordsmanship.
With a light touch of his toes, Zhuo Yang turned around gracefully, flicked his blood-stained longsword, and sneered, "Qingtao Hall is nothing special. I don't even need to use my true essence; I can kill you all with just my swordsmanship!"
The remaining Qingtao Hall disciples became trembling with fear, pointing their knives at Zhuo Yang, but dared not launch an attack.
Just kidding, one sword kills one person, who would dare to go up and die?
Kong Xinglan was so angry that he trembled all over and let go of the girl's hand.
"Calm down!" Xie Chuan patted him on the shoulder and chuckled coldly. "Boy, state your name. My Qingtao Hall's blade does not slay nameless ghosts!"
"Yang Lingfeng!" Zhuo Yang announced his pseudonym, his back straight and unyielding.
"You have guts!" Xie Chuan stroked his beard, his cold gaze locking onto Zhuo Yang. "You surnamed Yang, you killed two of my Qingtao Hall disciples. Even if others say I'm bullying the weak, I, the hall master, cannot stand idly by!"
A master at the Golden Core stage, shameless as ever, personally confronted a young man at the Heartbeat stage.
The cultivators present sneered inwardly, but no one uttered a word of justice.
First, Yang Lingfeng doesn't even have any helpers, which shows he has no powerful backing, so it's not worth offending anyone for him. Second, Qingtao Hall is a branch of Shifang Hall, with immense power. Who would want to go against Shifang Hall for some unknown nobody?
"Hahaha..." Zhuo Yang put on a show of arrogance, laughed three times, and then brandished his longsword, "This is the first time I've encountered a Golden Core stage expert. Come on, let me see what I've got!"
The long sword was pointed at Xie Chuan. He looked incredibly dashing, but his appearance was too ugly, which affected the overall impression.
"Then you can die now, very soon!" Xie Chuan sneered, his arm reaching to his waist to reveal a long sword inlaid with gemstones, held upside down in his hand. "This sword is called Qingtao, a treasure passed down through generations of my Qingtao Hall, a top-grade spiritual weapon!"
Zhuo Yang snorted: "This sword is nameless, just a high-grade magic weapon. It's enough to kill you!"
When Zhuo Yang interrupted Xie Chuan's boasting, Xie Chuan flew into a rage, let out a low roar, and swung his sword in a fierce sweeping motion.
His swordsmanship was domineering, and his moves were incredibly powerful.
Zhuo Yang chuckled dismissively: "I'll tap your wrist."
He shouted out the basic sword techniques, "Point!"
With a seemingly ordinary thrust, he flicked his wrist, and the tip of the sword suddenly pointed downwards, aiming straight for Xie Chuan's wrist holding the knife.
If Xie Chuan hadn't changed his move, this sword would have definitely struck his wrist first.
"Roar!" Xie Chuan was furious, but there was nothing he could do. He had to change his move on the spot, turning his longsword from a horizontal sweep to an upward slash, aiming at Zhuo Yang's chest and abdomen.
Zhuo Yang did not change his move; he continued to strike with his longsword.
Lu Qianqian, standing in the crowd, felt her heart leap into her throat. She clenched her fists, silently shouting, "You jerk, don't fight like that!"
However, the next moment, Xie Chuan suddenly jumped backward, and his face turned red after he regained his footing.
"Hey, what's going on? Why did Hall Master Xie retire?"
"Holy crap, he was forced back by Yang Lingfeng's sword!"
"What exactly happened? Yang Lingfeng only made one sword strike, while Xie Chuan made two!"
Most of the onlookers were completely bewildered, failing to perceive the danger in the clash between the two.