Chapter 50

The Bronze Hand instinctively swung a fist to the right.

The fist was like molten copper poured into shape, radiating an aura of invincibility.

But before him, only brilliant lightning exploded outward!

At the same time.

A momentum of unparalleled sharpness surged forth.

Like an peerless divine sword drawn from its sheath.

Its edge fully exposed, seeming capable of cleaving the heavens and shattering the earth!

It made him feel a stinging pain all over his body.

The qi and blood within his body unconsciously became somewhat disordered!

Most terrifyingly, amplified by this momentum, that lightning became even more ferocious.

Like a roaring ancient thunder beast!

Boom!

At the instant of collision.

The Bronze Hand's eyes bulged, and he spat out bright red blood from his mouth.

With absolutely no power to resist, his entire body flew backward like a cannonball.

Knocking down one wooden hut after another.

Finally, his whole body embedded itself into a massive ancient tree.

Causing leaves to rustle and fall, dancing through the sky.

"He shouldn't be dead, right?"

Meng Zhangqing tossed aside the broken sword in his hand and rushed toward the ancient tree.

The Bronze Hand was, after all, no weakling.

His realm was high, and the martial techniques he mastered were not inferior.

Without using sword momentum, it would still take some time to subdue him.

Regarding combat.

Meng Zhangqing always preferred to end battles quickly.

Even a lion fighting a rabbit uses its full strength; he did not like holding back.

However, he understood the power of sword momentum, so he did not release it fully, and given the Bronze Hand's strength, he should not die on the spot.

Arriving before the ancient tree.

The Bronze Hand indeed had not died yet, but he was in a state of critical injury, on the verge of death.

His appearance was extremely wretched.

His whole body was covered in sword wounds, blood flowing without cease.

He struggled to lift his head.

Looking at Meng Zhangqing.

His eyes were filled with disbelief.

"You actually comprehended... sword momentum!"

'Momentum' is the momentum of the martial Dao, an extremely mysterious existence.

It requires long-term immersion in the martial Dao and extremely high comprehension to understand!

And once comprehended.

It almost means being invincible within the same realm, an existence that can easily cross stages.

He never expected to encounter such a thing one day!

And moreover, standing on the opposing side!

Thinking of this, the Bronze Hand felt somewhat unwilling.

Had it been an ordinary Xunchangnei Sect disciple, he would absolutely not have been defeated so easily!

But this is... sword momentum!

Absolute crushing dominance!

"Is this the foundation of a great power? Even among inner sect disciples, there can be such a monstrous figure!"

The Bronze Hand stared fixedly at Meng Zhangqing's face, seeming to want to remember it forever.

"You are about to die."

Meng Zhangqing examined him carefully.

Although he had held back some strength, with the sword step, the Thunder and Wind Sword Art, and sword momentum combined into three, the power was still too overwhelming.

All the meridians within the Bronze Hand's body had been severed.

Now he was merely enduring through sheer cultivation base and physique.

Hearing this, the Bronze Hand could not help but take a deep breath.

Was that even a question?

Didn't you do this to me?

"In that case, before I die, can you promise me one small request?"

Meng Zhangqing said very seriously.

His gaze was sincere.

The Bronze Hand was instantly stunned, somewhat confused.

He was about to die.

What else could it be used for?

"What demand."

Tian Tongshou spoke.

Perhaps because it tugged at the wound, blood immediately surged into his mouth.

His breath grew even more feeble.

"That... would you be willing to become my friend?"