Lu Zhengkang remembered that there was some struggle within the Qinglian Sword Sect.
When the New Year was approaching in the fifty-seventh year of Tiancang, Qing Ningzi came to recruit Lu Zhengkang, but she was followed by a very powerful Jindan monk. The purpose was to find evidence that Qing Ningzi colluded with the demon demon.
Such a golden elixir cultivator can be a pawn, so naturally the young elixir-forming sword cultivator in front of him is also a pawn.
Lu Zhengkang will observe the spectators in the red building.
Red Tower sword fighting is divided into inner and outer fields. The outer field is between the clouds and the sky. The airspace where Red Tower is located is independent. Each cloud tower has an attached space, which is spacious enough, so you can travel anywhere. The inner field is in Red Tower.
Inside, Lu Zhengkang and the sword cultivator in front of him, who claimed to be Liu Shenran, a monk from Jiji, were naturally fighting outside. Monks of their level were not qualified to use swordsmanship in Red Tower.
Lu Zhengkang stood on his head with nothing in his hand. Qing Ningzi watched on the white jade platform outside the red building. Seeing this, he took off the sword box from behind and asked the strongman beside to deliver it to Lu Zhengkang.
This set of sword boxes contains a set of Five Mountains Star Light Swords, namely Tai, Hua, Heng, Heng, and Song. They are divided into five directions: east, west, south, north, and center. They also correspond to the five elements of wood, metal, fire, water, and earth. They are the Vernal Equinox Mountain of the Qinglian Sword Sect.
The treasure of an inheritance was also the flying sword that Master Sheng Yan used to carry with him, and it was now passed down to Qing Ningzi for self-defense.
Any magic weapon is hard to come by. For an ordinary Taoist flying sword, it takes ten years to collect materials, ten years to cast it, ten years to temper it, ten years to sharpen it, and another ten years to sense it. It takes a total of fifty years to produce it.
The handle of the sword is enough for monks to rely on. If you want to pursue the magic weapon, it is not uncommon to spend hundreds of years.
Of course, the quality of tools does not determine combat effectiveness. The extravagant figures in the spiritual world may not be as good at using rare magic weapons as the true cultivators with profound Taoism.
Regardless of whether Lu Zhengkang is a profound practitioner or not, the set of flying swords he received is definitely of high quality.
He nodded towards Qing Ningzi from a distance. She didn't move. From this distance, she was just a small shadow on the white jade stage. He didn't know what she was thinking.
Sword fighting is a solemn matter, and it is almost impossible not to let the swordsman fight. Xuanyouzi went to persuade the uncle to take back his life, but he only got a disgusted curl of his lips.
"Uncle, my junior brother has only been in Taoism for a long time!"
"Half a day is enough to kill these mediocre people." Xue Hongzi smiled, "This young disciple's talent is higher than mine. We haven't seen him for only two hours, but he has already given birth to the heart of the sword."
Bearded Sanren stood aside and chuckled, "What a Luo Xuehong, you actually let you find such a successor, can you give it to me?"
"You are wishful thinking."
Lu Zhengkang didn't understand the etiquette of sword fighting, but his opponent obeyed the rules and used magic to transmit the sound to ensure that the audience in Chilou could hear clearly.
Report yourself to the portal and display your sword.
"Liu Shenran, a San disciple of Nanhuang Boerxing Mountain Gate, holds a sword and calls him Ping Die. He is polite."
Lu Zhengkang followed suit. He hadn't sobered up yet, and his whole state seemed a little too excited to the onlookers.
"Lu Zhengkang, the third disciple of the twenty-fifth generation under the Kunlun Palace, borrows swords from friends as a matter of courtesy."
The two were silent.
There is wind blowing in the sky, and the wind seems to carry whispers.
Lu Zhengkang felt comfortable, he really felt comfortable.
The speed of sword fighting and flying swords can be as slow as a turtle or as fast as an ant, and as fast as it can move time and space beyond the speed of light. Sometimes a duel lasts a hundred years, and sometimes a duel lasts an instant.
Looking at fighting from the perspective of a sober person, Lu Zhengkang always only thinks about victory, but as a drunk person, he can't help but be curious about failure and death.
The clear sound of bells came from the red building, which was the sound of approval from the attendees, indicating that the sword fight would be conducted fairly and without interference from others.
The bell rang three times.
It is said that when the most powerful swordsmen fight each other, they have to ring the bell thirty-six times.
Liu Shenran drew his sword, and his Butterfly Sword instantly disappeared into the clouds and smoke. It could not be caught with the naked eye, and in his mind, Lu Zhengkang could only vaguely sense an energetic aura moving towards him.
He quickly approached.
He took out a Songshan Sword from the sword case. The flying sword had no handle, only the sword body, which was ocher yellow like spar. Lu Zhengkang blew a breath of sword energy on it, and the flying sword made a clanking sound, as if it were alive.
The Pingdie Sword reached Lu Zhengkang's neck in one breath. He raised the Songshan Sword and passed it forward, just in time for the Pingdie Sword to hit the blade. The two swords erupted like flames and Lu Zhengkang died.
Holding the Songshan Sword, Qi Qing Sword Qi spreads in the opposite direction like threads, wrapping around the Pingdie Sword.
Just like a ball of thorns wrapped in cloth, Lu Zhengkang could feel the Pingdie Sword trembling, the sword energy intersecting and making a violent friction sound of iron sand.
After all, the magic power of the Danjie stage was much stronger, and the Songshan Sword could not withstand its strength. Lu Zhengkang's sword energy was shaken away, and the Pingdie Sword suddenly flew back to the man's hand.
The wind is still blowing.
Lu Zhengkang felt that the alcohol had made his blood boil, and the muscles in his legs were trembling slightly.
Everything was fine, he didn't feel like he was in a killing field, everything was quiet.
Xue Hongzi said to Xuan Youzi beside him, "Look, isn't this a victory?"
Liu Shenran handed out another sword, and there was a roar, the air exploded, and the speed of the sword exceeded the sound in an instant.
This deer Zhengkang threw the Songshan Sword outward, and then took out the Huashan Sword and threw it out, all without making a sound.
Three rays of sword light flashed alternately, followed by a clanging sound, followed by a rustling sound.
Liu Shenran's big head was pushed up by the blood in his cavity. His eyes widened and he shouted: "The sword energy turns into a rainbow!"
Someone in the red building made a mournful cry. It was Liu Shenran's mentor.
Lu Zhengkang put away his sword, and in the clouds over there, a headless corpse fell, accompanied by a flying sword and a head, and landed in the vast Kunlun Mountains in an instant.
Back at Chilou, the bell rang again, indicating that the sword fight had been won or lost. Lu Zhengkang returned the sword box to Qing Ningzi. "A very useful flying sword."
"I thought you would lose. Why did you kill people?"
"Drinking and killing someone."
"You look like you are hysterical now. Don't drink so much wine in the future, and don't let yourself get drunk."
"No." Lu Zhengkang shook his head, "Drinking is the most enjoyable thing in the world!"
Qing Ningzi sighed silently.
It is normal for people to die in a sword fight. The older monks present were not surprised that a life was lost like this. However, the scene was as calm as an ordinary cup exchange at the wine table.
The atmosphere was slightly warmer, except for the mourning of the deceased master.
When Lu Zhengkang heard this voice, he suddenly woke up.
It was just a fair and just duel. Lu Zhengkang felt that he was indeed impulsive, but he felt that life and death in the duel were ordinary. As for the deceased Liu Shenran, he could die under such wonderful swordsmanship——
"This life is not in vain."
"I didn't expect that another peerless swordsman would emerge from Kunlun Palace. God is so kind to him!"
Chapter completed!