"Very good, you are self-aware. But just because of this, it is impossible for me to let you go."

Lin Hao looked calm, his eyes stayed on the tall and short old man, and he spoke leisurely.

As soon as these words came out, all the disciples in Huashan immediately changed their expressions, and many of them even started to tremble.

"Demon Lord, if you have any requests, just tell me. If I, Huashan, can do it, I will do my best to fulfill it!"

The tall and short old men looked at each other, their faces looking extremely solemn.

They were all veterans, so of course they understood the meaning of Lin Hao's words and spoke again.

"The answer is very simple. Su Wen Huashan's sword technique is one of the best in martial arts. If you can inherit my sword today, then I will let you go."

Under the nervous gazes of everyone in Huashan, Lin Hao said softly.

"What! Take over your sword? Demon Lord, although we, Huashan, are weak, there is no need for you to use such words to ridicule and insult us."

Hearing this, the faces of everyone in Huashan changed suddenly, especially the tall and short old man, whose face turned livid and said angrily.

The swordsmanship of the Demon Lord is unparalleled in the world and is rarely matched by an opponent. In the entire world today, who knows it and who doesn’t know it?

But at this moment, Lin Hao said such words, to the ears of the tall and short old man, it was Chi Guoguo's contempt and ridicule!

In response, Lin Hao shook his head slightly, knowing that the other party would get the wrong idea, so he shifted his fingers and pointed at Zhou Zhiruo, who was looking around with a curious look on his face.

"I think you have misunderstood. The sword in my mouth does not refer to me, but to...her!"

"What? It's this little girl?"

On the Huashan Mountain, everyone was shocked, and all their eyes focused on little Zhou Zhiruo.

As for little Zhou Zhiruo, she seemed a little uncomfortable with the attention of everyone.

Then he became a little afraid of strangers and shrank slightly behind Lin Hao.

"Brother, why are these people looking at me like this? Their eyes are so strange."

"Zhiruo, they are all your sharpening stones now, so you can't be timid." Lin Hao patted little Zhou Zhiruo's shoulder slightly and said softly.

Then he looked at the tall and short old man and nodded:

"That's right, it's her I'm talking about. If any of you in the Huashan Sect can take over the sword in her hand today, I will let you go."

"Demon Lord, are you serious about this?" Although Lin Hao's words sounded unbelievable, now is not the time for everyone in the Huashan Sect to dwell on this.

At this time, they couldn't help but secretly heaved a sigh of relief. It was better to let a little girl take action than Lin Hao himself!

Moreover, Lin Hao also said just now that as long as one of them can take over the sword in the little girl's hand, they can survive this crisis.

"Zhiruo, draw your sword." Under the nervous gazes of everyone, Lin Hao stopped talking nonsense and said softly to little Zhou Zhiruo beside him.

"Oh, I understand." Zhou Zhiruo nodded obediently after hearing this, then carefully untied the sword cloth on his back and took off the sword.

Clang! In a cold metal trembling sound, the sword was unsheathed, and a cold and sharp aura suddenly filled the air.

"This is... the Yitian Sword!" Everyone in the Huashan Sect exclaimed as they looked at the long sword with a cold light in Xiao Zhou Zhiruo's hand.

Naturally, they, who are from the same six sects, are very familiar with this prestigious sword.

In the Battle of Wudang, the Emei Master was completely defeated at the hands of Lin Hao, and the Yitian Sword also changed hands!

Everyone did not expect that Lin Hao would hand over this peerless sword to a little girl so easily.

And looking at this posture, it seems that he wants this little girl to use this Yitian Sword to challenge their Huashan Sect disciples.

"Demon Lord, is this little girl your descendant?"

Looking at little Zhou Zhiruo holding the Yitian Sword and stepping forward step by step, a look of surprise flashed across the faces of the two elders.

Originally, they saw Lin Hao with a little girl and thought the latter was just a sword maid.

But now judging from Lin Hao's attitude towards her, the latter's status seems to be higher than they imagined!

"Since big brother wants me to compete with you with swords, who among you will come first?"

At the gate of Huashan Mountain, little Zhou Zhiruo is holding the Heavenly Sword, although the proportions between her body and the Heavenly Sword are somewhat uncoordinated.

But judging from the way she held the Heavenly Sword in her hand, no one present dared to look down upon her casually.

For no other reason than "Descendant of the Demon King", these four words are enough to shock people.

"I'm coming!" At this time, a young disciple in the Huashan Sect camp stood up. He didn't look very old, he was around 10 years old, and his face was fair.

At this time, after discussing with each other, the two elders specially selected a candidate who was not too strong, but was also one of the few talented disciples of the Huashan Sect.

"Little girl, I'm offended!" At this time, he held a long sword, walked to Zhou Zhiruo, and said with serious fists.

After saying that, he showed the starting position of Huashan Sword Technique.

"Okay, then you have to be careful."

Zhou Zhiruo nodded, then her face tightened, she clenched the Yitian Sword, and her expression became extremely focused.

These days, with Lin Hao's full cultivation, Zhou Zhiruo's strength is not as simple as her appearance...

Clang! The next moment, the young disciple of Huashan Sect shouted softly, waved his long sword, and quickly attacked Zhou Zhiruo.

But just as his long sword was about to touch the corner of Zhou Zhiruo's clothes.

However, the latter avoided it in an extremely light and agile manner, and counterattacked towards the young disciple.

"That's so fast. How can this girl be so skilled at such a young age?"

Seeing this scene, not only the young disciple was shocked, but also many people in Huashan who were watching the battle.

But before they could react, a metallic trembling sound sounded in the field.

Then a long sword broke into pieces and was knocked away. In the field, Zhou Zhiruo's petite figure was holding the Yitian Sword at the throat of the young disciple.
Chapter completed!