Qinglin Terrace is located in the center of Qinglin City. It is a square high platform. Qinglin Terrace has a radius of ten miles and is empty. However, at this time, many people came from all directions and gathered here.
"Master Lin, you are here too."
"Today is the battle between Chen Zhenghong's son and Tieshan Sword. How can I not come for such a big event?"
"What is this Chen Zhenghong's son capable of? He dares to fight against Tieshan Sword."
"I heard that Chen Zhenghong's son is a disciple of the Qingyun Sect. He is extremely talented and powerful. Not long ago, he broke into the Mo family's mansion alone with only a sword and killed the three elders of the Mo family. I don't know whether it is true or not."
There are more than a dozen one-star forces in Qinglin City, including some families or gangs. After hearing the news, they all gathered here and started talking among themselves.
"Get out of the way."
"roll."
The arrogant voice sounded, accompanied by a fierce aura that filled the air, making people feel depressed.
"People from the Black Tiger Gang."
"Silence."
The Black Tiger Gang is one of the three major two-star forces in the city. As a gang named with the word "Black Tiger", you can imagine that it acts arrogantly and domineeringly. Only the Mo Family and the Seven Swords Tower can compete with it.
"Chen Zhenghong was killed by Tieshan Sword, and now his son plans to avenge his father."
"It's just a waste of life." The deputy leader of the Black Tiger Gang said loudly. He had a conflict with Chen Zhenghong and was struck with a sword. He held a grudge and belittled Chen Zhenghong everywhere.
At this time, a group of people from the Mo family came. The head of the Mo family, the first elder, the second elder and the fourth elder were all there, as well as some Mo family children.
"Tieshan Sword Shang Zhonglei."
"It was on this stage last time that he killed Chen Zhenghong. This time, is he going to kill Chen Zhenghong's son on this stage?"
Shang Zhonglei is tall and strong, with broad shoulders that fill his brown robes. A thick sword hilt protrudes from his left shoulder, which is unusual.
At the same time, people from the Seven Swords Tower also arrived one after another.
All seven masters of the sword tower were present. Such a pomp and ceremony immediately made people surprised, but everyone's eyes were all focused on the young man in green clothes.
The young face looks like he is only fifteen or sixteen years old, but his expression is calm, his eyes are peaceful, and his spirit is calm. He does not have the temperament of a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy at all. Instead, he looks like an old man who has gone through many vicissitudes of life to have such a state of mind.
"This kid is not simple." The leader of the Black Tiger Gang said solemnly.
"Hmph, you're trying to be mysterious." The deputy leader of the Black Tiger Gang snorted coldly. He just doesn't like Chen Zhenghong's son.
Shang Zhonglei stared at Chen Zong with fierce eyes. Huge pressure was approaching through the sky, but Chen Zong seemed not to notice it.
After leaping forward, Shang Zhonglei fell like a big stone, landing heavily on the Qinglin Platform, making the Qinglin Platform shake as if it was about to collapse.
"Chen Qingzong, that day I was competing with your father Chen Zhenghong in a sword duel. It was natural to win or lose, but you used this as an excuse to kill an innocent person, the third elder of the Mo family, and even the third elder of the Mo family, the only son of me.
When a good disciple came to the door, I killed him ruthlessly and was so heartbroken. Today, I will seek justice for the third elder of the Mo family and my disciple." Shang Zhonglei exhaled with a voice like thunder, and his momentum was powerful and oppressive.
Not only must he suppress Chen Zong in terms of momentum, but he must also gain the upper hand in terms of words.
"You know the truth best." Chen Zong jumped lightly, as nimble and light as an ape, landing silently. Facing Shang Zhonglei's oppression, his expression did not change at all, calmly: "Too much talk is useless, both you and me.
When practicing swordsmanship, we are swordsmen, and we can determine what is right or wrong with the sword."
"What a swordsman of our generation." Many people's eyes lit up and they secretly cheered.
Shang Zhonglei's face was slightly suffocated. He originally intended to use his words to weaken the other party's momentum and give himself the upper hand. As long as the other party followed his own thoughts and continued to argue, his momentum would become weaker and weaker. Unexpectedly, the other party did not act according to common sense.
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It's like if you want a physical fight, but the other party directly launches a physical fight.
"Okay, in that case, let the sword speak for itself." Shang Zhonglei immediately adjusted his attitude, with a cold expression and piercing eyes: "You must understand that in this battle, I want to avenge my good disciple, and I will never
Know how to show mercy with the sword, if you are afraid, you can admit defeat now, as long as you kneel down and kowtow three times in front of my disciple's grave, I will spare you."
At this point, Shang Zhonglei still used words to suppress Chen Zong.
Chen Zong did not speak, his right hand fell on the hilt of the sword, clasped it, and slowly drew out the Baihong Sword.
The sword light rippled like water, and as the long sword was unsheathed, a hint of chill quietly filled the air, all over Qinglin Terrace.
"That day, your father fought me with the White Red Sword and was defeated in the end. This is the sword of the loser. You will definitely lose." Shang Zhonglei roared, and the sword behind him suddenly jumped out, and he raised his big palm to hold it.
, and struck down with a sword.
This sword is fierce, and the broad blade squeezes the air in front of it, turning it into a violent waning moon sword energy and slashing out, with a roaring wind.
Bai Hongjian just raised it lightly, and the violent sword energy shattered and passed by Chen Zong.
Taking a step forward, Chen Zong approached Shang Zhonglei, his invisible momentum quietly gathering.
Shang Zhonglei's cultivation is at the peak of the ninth level of the Foundation Establishment Realm. He is stronger than the third elder and the second elder of the Mo family. He is much stronger and deserves attention.
Shang Zhonglei was not disappointed when the sword failed to produce any results. It was just a casual swing of the sword.
"Cut!" There was a loud roar, like the roar of a tiger, the sound was astonishing, and Shang Zhonglei struck out with his second sword.
Iron-black zhenqi surged into the broad sword in his hand. The sword's light was dark and deep, as if it were made of fine iron, and its aura was strong.
The astonishing sword light slashed down, as if splitting a mountain. What was even more astonishing was that it was not one sword, but three swords in a row. The swords were fierce and deadly.
The astonishing sword pressure repels the air, and the air waves rush to the left and right sides. The hard Qinglin Platform is even scratched with sword marks, which spread quickly.
After three strikes, Shang Zhonglei did not show any signs of stopping. Instead, he took a step forward and pivoted with his right foot. The broad sword immediately unleashed a terrifying blade storm, as if it was destroying the world.
He blasted towards Chen Zong.
From the very beginning, he used words to suppress and weaken Chen Zong, and then continued his merciless offensive, all of which revealed Shang Zhonglei's meticulous and vicious thoughts.
"Feihong Sword Technique is even worse than my Tieshan Sword Technique. The defeats are getting worse. What can you use to compete with me?"
The loud shout was astonishing, like rolling waves, shaking in all directions. Shang Zhonglei's figure suddenly jumped up, holding the broad sword in both hands, and shot it down like an iron-black meteorite. Thousands of sparks burst out from all over his body due to friction with the air.
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Swift, ferocious, violent, destroying everything.
The owners of the Seven Sword Tower couldn't help but tighten their sword hilts, and Liu Chengyi was even more anxious.
Shang Zhonglei's offensive was too terrifying. If it were them, no one except Feng Pingsheng would be able to take it on.
"Dead." On the Mo family side, the head and elders of the Mo family couldn't help but secretly rejoice.
Others were shocked. This kind of offensive was really terrifying. Tieshan Sword Shang Zhonglei was not only unique in defense, he was also very terrifying in attack.
"What a pity. Chen Zhenghong is a short-lived ghost, and his son is also a short-lived ghost." Although the deputy leader of the Black Tiger Gang said it was a pity, his tone was full of schadenfreude.
"In that case, I will kill you with this sword and this method."
A calm voice came out from the violent offensive, neither slow nor fast, neither sad nor happy, as if telling a fact.
Immediately, everyone only saw the three sword lights shattering, only seeing the violent blade storm being torn apart, and only seeing a white sword light rising into the sky.
Swift, light, elegant, yet razor-sharp and boundless in agility, it was not a sword or light, but a white bird, vibrating its wings, flying across the sky in the most elegant manner, leaving indelible traces.
This sword shocked the sky, the world, and the eyes and hearts of all those watching the battle.
"What kind of swordsmanship is this?" Shang Zhonglei, who was shot down in the air, was horrified. He quickly swung his sword and changed his sword skills to defense. He completely defended himself with a broad sword, making it airtight and watertight.
Tieshan Sword Technique was originally a sword technique that focused on defense. It was practiced by Shang Zhonglei to the peak of trance, and its power was astonishing. Chen Zhenghong also spent a lot of effort to defeat it last time.
But a burst of panic emerged from Shang Zhonglei's heart. He had a feeling that his own defense could not stop the opponent's sword.
"drink!"
The loud shouts shocked the world, and all his true energy exploded, gushing out. Shang Zhonglei's complexion turned gray, and a trace of iron-black aura spread out from his whole body.
The explosion of true energy beyond the limit, the explosion of swordsmanship beyond the limit, in order to block this sword, in order to survive.
The White Mist Skill is activated to the extreme, and the White Mist Qi permeates the whole body, and then pours into the Bai Hong Sword.
The seventh-level White Mist Skill, the extremely pure White Mist Qi, the Feihong Sword Technique under the martial will, and even more amazing perception and awareness, and then using spiritual consciousness to stimulate the body's potential, burst out in an instant, allowing Chen Zong to easily
Capturing the opponent's flaw, the speed is extremely fast, and he kills with one sword, arriving in an instant.
The speed was so fast that everyone only had time to see a black streak and a white streak passing by in mid-air, and then they all fell.
White and light, it fell to the ground silently, and the Baihong Sword slowly returned to its sheath.
It was black and heavy, and made a loud sound when it landed, like a beating drum. Qinglin Terrace couldn't help but trembled. Immediately, the black figure fell forward, and blood gurgled out from its throat, dyeing the surrounding area red.
For a moment, there was silence.
Everyone in the Qinglin audience had their eyes widened with shock on their faces.
dead.
It is simply impossible that Tieshan Sword Shang Zhonglei, who was at the ninth level of the Foundation Establishment Realm, died and was killed by a fifteen-year-old boy.
Who would have thought?
Who could have predicted that?
"I'm afraid there will be one more scorching sun in Dongchen." Someone muttered to himself in a daze.
"Okay... okay..." Liu Chengyi reacted and laughed wildly, with tears in the corners of his eyes: "Zhenghong, Zhenghong, have you seen that your son has avenged you? A better person is better than someone who is better... A better person is better than someone who is better...
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It was Liu Chengyi's laughter that echoed all around Qinglin Terrace, making people panic.
Everyone on the Mo family's face was livid and hated to the extreme, but there was a kind of fear in their hearts.
However, Feng Pingsheng and others were in extremely complicated moods.
"If the Tiegang Sect wants to seek revenge, just come to me." Chen Zong's voice sounded, and immediately, his cold eyes swept towards the Black Tiger Gang: "Just now you have ostracized my father and me many times, and this sword is your punishment."
A beam of white sword light flew through the sky like a white bird flapping its wings.
The deputy leader of the Black Tiger Gang didn't even have time to react. The corner of his mouth was immediately torn, and severe pain swept through him.