Zhuoping withdrew his sharp eyes, smiled slightly, cupped his fists and said, "I, Zhuoping, of the Tianhai Sword Sect, I wonder who the four young masters are from?"
"We will fight after we are beaten first." Xu Qingluo unsheathed her sword and shook it slightly. The sword shone with a clear light: "We will be beaten after we are beaten, and then we will talk about the sect."
"The younger one is here, the older one is here," Zhou Yang curled his lips: "As expected of the Tianhai Sword Sect, this is what the famous sect and its entire group are like."
Zhuoping laughed and said: "The swordsmanship of the four of you is extremely powerful, but you came to our Tianhai Sword Sect because we have a grudge?"
Zhou Yang sneered and said: "What do you mean we came to find your Tianhai Sword Sect? You came to us!"
"Hmm -?" Zhuo Ping's face darkened slightly and he frowned, "Looking for you?"
Zhou Yang said angrily: "You Tianhai Sword Sect disciples are really arrogant. You think we are an eyesore, so you want to deal with us."
Zhuoping turned his head and looked behind him.
Behind him stood seven disciples of the Tianhai Sword Sect. They looked at each other in confusion after hearing this. They were not clear about the situation at that time.
The eight people at that time were all seriously injured and sought a place to heal their injuries.
The injury on the shoulder seems to be just a superficial injury, but it is very important to a swordsman. An accident and poor recovery will greatly affect the swordsmanship.
Moreover, the shoulder is connected to the tendons, and it is the most difficult to heal the injured tendons and bones. Even if there is a panacea, it will not be that easy.
Zhuoping turned around and smiled: "I would like to apologize on behalf of my disciples. Please forgive me."
Zhou Yang snorted: "Fortunately, we still have some ability to protect ourselves, and our sword skills are not bad. Otherwise, those who are not strong in martial arts would have been injured or even disabled by your Tianhai Sword Sect disciples."
"It won't matter if it's useless." Zhuoping shook his head.
Zhou Yang sneered: "Those eight guys are not in good spirits. They have no place to vent their sorrows. How could they let us off lightly?"
Xu Qingluo said: "Otherwise, there is no need for us to stab your arms and prevent them from being injured. I'm afraid they will not let you go. They may even become red-eyed and want to die with us. You Tianhai Sword Sect disciples,
Don’t mess with me, don’t mess with me!”
She shook her head, looking disapproving.
Zhuoping's face looked ugly.
I knew that the disciples were a little impetuous and arrogant, so I tried my best to restrain them, but after all, they were only elders and not the leader.
When Head Leng was around, he could suppress them without going too far. Now that Head Leng is gone, Head Zhao not only does not suppress them, but caters to them.
This makes the disciples become more unscrupulous and act more domineeringly and willfully, which is really not a good thing.
It's a pity that he, as an elder, is an old man and has never been trusted by Sect Leader Zhao. He has always wanted to oust himself from the position of elder and promote his own confidants.
So he didn't listen to his advice at all. Instead, he became impatient and felt that he was too old-fashioned.
Today's Tianhai Sword Sect is no longer the Tianhai Sword Sect in Leng Feiqiong's time. It is already strong enough and there is no need to hide one's strength and bide one's time, be patient and low-key, and no longer need to be depressed and mad.
Swordsmen should move forward bravely, without the domineering attitude of going forward. How can one practice swordsmanship well and cultivate the state of mind of a swordsman?
As an elder, I can't confront the leader, I can only stare at him.
Now I finally see the consequences. I have provoked a powerful opponent for nothing. This is asking for trouble!
Xu Qingluo shook her sword again, and the light shone brightly: "Elder Zhuo, are you still going to take action?"
"Okay!" Zhuoping suppressed his anger and regained his composure.
Once you start, focus only on the sword, put aside all other emotions and thoughts, unite your heart with the sword, your spirit with the sword, and your energy with the sword.
"Please enlighten me." Zhuoping drew his sword out of its scabbard, and his energy and spirit suddenly became one with the sword, becoming one and the same.
He is the sword, and the sword is him.
The seven young men behind him suddenly became solemn and their eyes shone.
The Tianhai Sword Sect has exquisite sword techniques and unrivaled sword techniques. However, sword techniques are practiced by people. They cannot be learned by seeing them or practiced.
They know that they have a bright future, as long as they practice hard and reach the level of Elder Zhuo.
Xu Qingluo looked solemn and nodded gently.
As expected of an elder of the Tianhai Sword Sect, he is not a bit better than the eight young masters of the Tianhai Sword Sect in front of him.
Merely the degree of sword-god unity is far greater than that. This is the skill accumulated over time and cannot be underestimated.
"Tsk!" Zhuoping's long sword thrust out, and a white air seemed to appear in the void covering the long sword, incredibly fast.
"Ding..." Xu Qingluo waved out a clear light, and the sword tips collided.
Zhuoping looked solemn and thrust out again.
Once the sword is wielded, there will be no distractions in the heart, no sadness, no joy, no anger, no sorrow. The heart is like a sword, going forward bravely and piercing everything.
But when the tip of the sword was halfway through, his shoulder hurt, and then became limp and weak, and his hand could no longer hold the hilt of the sword.
He knew something was wrong, so he hurriedly reached out with his left palm, caught the hanging sword, and was about to stab it out, but his left shoulder also felt pain and became weak and weak again.
"Ding..." The long sword fell, trembling on the green bricks, and the sharp sword body trembled feebly.
Xu Qingluo returned the sword to its sheath, cupped her fists and said, "Elder Zhuo, I accept my concession."
Zhuoping looked away from his long sword, his mind was disconnected, and he looked up at Xu Qingluo with a sense of loss.
His eyes were scrutinizing.
There are probably only a few people in the world who can practice swordsmanship to such a level, and they will definitely not be unknown.
Who is the one?
He said solemnly: "But in front of Master Leng?"
Xu Qingluo laughed and said: "Leng Feiqiong?"
Zhuoping stared at her with his eyes, unblinking, not missing the slightest change in his expression.
Being able to stab himself in both shoulders with two swords was a result of the opponent's extremely fast swordsmanship. Furthermore, it was probably because he knew the Tianhai Sword Sect's swordsmanship very well and was familiar with his own sword-wielding habits.
The only person in the world who meets these two conditions is Leng Feiqiong.
Leng Feiqiong also knows the art of disguise, and she is extremely skilled in the art of disguise. She transformed into this to tease herself, which is also in line with her behavior.
A young man hurriedly stepped forward, took out the porcelain bottle from his arms, and sprinkled the powder on Zhuo Ping's shoulder, which was bleeding out.
Zhuoping ignored him and only stared at Xu Qingluo.
Chu Ling hummed: "Isn't Leng Feiqiong the only one in the world with great swordsmanship?"
Zhuoping stared at Xu Qingluo and said, "Isn't it really the leader Leng?"
Xu Qingluo showed a playful smile and said: "Master? Isn't she no longer the leader of Tianhai Sword Sect?"
Zhuoping said solemnly: "Headmaster Leng is the former head of our sect."
"I have also been famous for Leng Feiqiong for a long time. When I came to Shenjing this time, I also wanted to compete with her to see how strong her swordsmanship is." Xu Qingluo said: "Is she much better than you?"
Zhuoping said solemnly: "The difference between cloud and mud."
Xu Qingluo nodded: "That's good. If I really want to be like you, it would be so disappointing. The Tianhai Sword Sect is already disappointing enough."
Zhuoping's face turned red.
He felt as if he had been slapped twice.
It is really a big joke that the dignified elder of the Tianhai Sword Sect could not block the two swords of an unknown master.
How can the Tianhai Sword Sect have the dignity to claim to be the best swordsman sect in the world?
He took a deep breath and said slowly: "Are the four young masters staying in Shenjing all this time?"
"I'm leaving tomorrow," Xu Qingluo said, "I'll be back in a while, and then I'll learn a few tricks with Leng Feiqiong."
"Does your Tianhai Sword Sect have any more powerful swordsmen?" Zhou Yang asked.
Zhuoping said slowly: "It's not in Shenjing City."
Zhou Yang suddenly looked disappointed: "Let's talk about it next time we meet."
Xu Qingluo clasped her fists: "I'm sorry to see you off so far."
Zhuoping slowly raised his hands and made a fist. This was already the limit of his strength. With this movement, the slightly stagnant blood surged out again.
He turned around and left with the seven people, sighing secretly.
It is indeed not the cold leader.
After all, having been together for so long, Master Leng would definitely feel it.
He felt that sword energy had been condensing on his shoulder, and the injury was getting worse, so he accelerated his steps, returned to a house, and began to perform exercises to heal the injury.
However, his injuries did not slow down. Instead, they continued to worsen. Eventually, he could no longer move his hands at all, and even his internal organs were damaged. These two auras dissipated after three days, and he was already lying on the bed.