Chapter 642

"Swish! Swish!"

The next moment, his long sword left its sheath, sword Qi crisscrossing out, one horizontal and one vertical, alternating with each other, like a cross, incomparably sharp.

Wherever it passed, it split the Eight Immortals table in front of both sides into four pieces.

"Just this?!"

"You haven't even cultivated sword intent, yet you dare to call yourself the Sword God?!"

"It's simply a joke!"

Huang Rong laughed softly. Without waiting for Li Changsheng to act, she waved her large sleeve, and by merely emitting a burst of aura, she easily dissipated the cross-shaped sword Qi.

"How bold!"

Zhuo Bufan's expression changed slightly. True Qi flowed and attached to the sword body. With a 'chi' sound, a cyan sword glow, like a green snake, spat out, flickering uncertainly.

"Kill!"

Zhuo Bufan let out a long whistle, the sword glow howling, cold light flashing, pointing at the front, back, left, and right of Huang Rong, sharp and ruthless.

"Sword glow?!"

"Focusing on technique while neglecting the Dao!"

"Nothing more than this!"

Huang Rong shook her head, her fair, tender hands placed behind her back, looking full of sighs.

And at the next moment, she joined her fingers like a sword, pierced through the void, and tapped lightly. The four sword glows in the front, back, left, and right were instantly shattered!

Finally, she tapped on the tip of Zhuo Bufan's long sword!

"What a little girl!"

"Pity! You actually dare to block my long sword with your fingers?! Simply... hmm?!"

"This..."

Seeing Huang Rong directly break his four sword glows, Zhuo Bufan couldn't help but gasp.

But just then, he saw Huang Rong actually using her finger to tap towards the tip of his sword, and he couldn't help but be overjoyed!

After all, although his sword couldn't be called 'cutting iron like mud', it could be considered a fine sword. How could Huang Rong's mere flesh and blood block it?!

Clang!

Just then, Huang Rong's fingertip collided with the long sword, and a sound of gold and iron actually rang out.

With a crisp 'crack', Zhuo Bufan's refined iron sword actually shattered inch by inch, finally leaving only a hilt?!

"This... how is this possible?!"

Zhuo Bufan was stunned, looking at the hilt in his hand, exclaiming in disbelief.

"This... breaking a refined iron long sword with one finger?! This... this..."

Daoist Buping also opened his mouth wide, his face incomparably shocked, unable to recover for a long time.

"So young! So beautiful, that would be fine; but her martial arts are actually... so high?!"

Hibiscus Fairy Cui Luhua was even more pale with fright; her original jealous expression changed abruptly, and she dared not reveal a look of jealousy again.

If Huang Rong were only young and beautiful, that would be fine; but now, Huang Rong's cultivation was far above hers.

In any case, Cui Luhua knew that with her own cultivation, it was absolutely impossible to shatter Zhuo Bufan's refined iron sword.

"Is this... the Sword God?!"

"Heh!"

Huang Rong stood with her hands behind her back, looking like a Grandmaster, and said in an old-fashioned tone, "Remember! Don't call yourself the Sword God anymore!"

"I find it uncomfortable to hear! And, you... are not worthy!"

Zhuo Bufan trembled all over, his voice hoarse, as if his spirit had been knocked out of him, "Miss... is right! I, Zhuo Bufan! Am indeed unworthy of the name Sword God!"

"Get lost!"

Seeing this, Huang Rong waved her hand and said impatiently, too lazy to kill the three of them.

Zhuo Bufan threw away the hilt, bowed to Huang Rong, said nothing, and turned to leave.

"Many thanks, Miss... for the grace of sparing my life!"

Daoist Buping and Cui Luhua were overjoyed, bowed to thank her, and then left quickly.

After leaving the inn, they realized that their backs were already completely soaked.

"Let's go too!"

Watching the discussions and exclamations of the people around, Li Changsheng also spoke.

"This... such a good meal! In the end... sigh!"

Huang Rong sighed lightly, not expecting that even eating a meal wouldn't be peaceful.

"It's fine! At least we're full!"

"Now, it's just right to go digest the food."

Li Changsheng's heart stirred, and he looked in the direction where Daoist Buping, Zhuo Bufan, and Cui Luhua had disappeared, saying thoughtfully.

"Digest the food?!"

Huang Rong's heart stirred, and she looked at Li Changsheng with anticipation.

"Follow me!"

Li Changsheng smiled mysteriously and took Huang Rong and Wei Zhenzhen away from the inn.

"Brother Buping! Brother Zhuo! Are we still going to subdue the Thirty-Six Caves and Seventy-Two Islands now?!"

Hibiscus Fairy Cui Luhua broke the silence and asked.

"Of course!"

Zhuo Bufan did not hesitate and said decisively.

"Sword... Brother Zhuo is right!"

"At least for now, it seems those three shouldn't be disciples of the Vulture Palace!"

"Otherwise! Hearing our conversation, they wouldn't have let us go so easily!"

Daoist Buping's eyes flickered, a gleam of light swirling.

"Subdue the Thirty-Six Caves and Seventy-Two Islands, enter a great power, and learn profound martial arts!"

"One day, I, Zhuo Bufan, will make the name Sword God live up to its reputation!"

Zhuo Bufan clenched his fists tightly, roaring in his heart, but on his face, he said very calmly.

But his body was trembling slightly, clearly not as calm as he appeared on the surface.

"Wait for me to send a message first! Call for help!"

Daoist Buping looked around, and after confirming no one was there, he carved the shape of a black cloud in a remote place.

"Let's go!"

After finishing all this, Daoist Buping looked at Zhuo Bufan and Cui Luhua and said.

"Brother Buping!"

"This is..."

Seeing this, Hibiscus Fairy Cui Luhua hesitated and asked.

"Hibiscus Fairy, you will naturally know when the time comes!"

Before Hibiscus Fairy could finish, Daoist Buping directly interrupted her words.

"Fine!"

Cui Luhua had no choice but to give up.

The three of them looked at the direction and immediately headed towards the foot of Misty Peak.

Just tonight, at the foot of Misty Peak, the Thirty-Six Caves and Seventy-Two Islands were gathering to resist the rule of the Vulture Palace.

Not long after the three of them left, the figures of Li Changsheng, Huang Rong, and Wei Zhenzhen appeared.

"A black cloud?! Could it be... if so!"

"Interesting! Truly interesting!"

Li Changsheng looked at the black cloud pattern, thoughtful, revealing a look of anticipation.

After pondering for a moment, the three of them continued to follow behind Daoist Buping, Zhuo Bufan, and Cui Luhua.

On the way, Zhuo Bufan found a blacksmith shop and bought a new long sword that looked quite sharp.

The Golden Crow (sun) set in the west and the Jade Rabbit (moon) rose in the east; Daoist Buping, Zhuo Bufan, and Cui Luhua finally arrived at the foot of Misty Peak!

At this time, at the foot of Misty Peak, figures were moving, and quite a few Jianghu martial artists had already gathered. ===== CHAPTER 644 =====