Chapter 34: How Wonderful, He Can Even Pick His Opponent

Liang Fa's extremely earnest sword strike was actually able to kill Cheng Buyou.

This was something even Lu Li had not expected.

When Lu Li was teaching Liang Fa sword techniques, he realized that Liang Fa's comprehension was not high, so Lu Li subconsciously thought that Liang Fa's true strength would be a little bit worse than Cheng Buyou's.

Originally, letting Liang Fa enter the arena was just with the thought of rounding out the three people, and incidentally giving Liang Fa some training.

If Liang Fa could break Cheng Buyou's sword technique and win a round, that would be best.

Even if Liang Fa lost, he himself and Linghu Chong would still be able to overcome the other side.

But he did not expect that this sword strike of Liang Fa's would be so resolute, a single strike sealing the throat.

"It seems I underestimated this junior brother.

"The Sword Dao does not necessarily have to rely on comprehension; with Liang Fa being so earnest, perhaps in the future he will be able to walk out a Sword Dao that belongs to himself."

Lu Li was still surprised at Liang Fa's performance, let alone Lu Dayou and the other few disciples.

"Did I see that right? Brother Fa killed that Sword Sect expert from the other side with one strike?"

"That person was four strikes a second, a true expert."

"It's only been half a month, is this still the Third Senior Brother I'm familiar with?"

Although everyone was surprised, they were still happy in their hearts; after all, it was Liang Fa who won.

Meanwhile, Liang Fa on the field let out a sigh of relief, his hand gripping the sword trembling slightly.

"In the end, I didn't lose face for Master, nor did I lose face for Second Senior Brother.

"Although this battle was won, my energy has also been completely exhausted.

To only unleash one strike and become like this, it's truly hard to imagine how Second Senior Brother resisted so many experts that night.

"Sigh, the gap between me and Second Senior Brother is too far; I must be more earnest in the future."

Having unleashed only one strike, he had already been hollowed out.

I am still too weak, Liang Fa thought to himself.

Sighing, Liang Fa performed a salute very earnestly, then prepared to step down.

His earnest attitude was even somewhat infuriating.

The people from the Sword Sect and Songshan Sect on the opposite side were all somewhat dumbfounded.

How is it that any disciple casually brought out by Huashan is so fierce!

Seeing this earnest appearance of Liang Fa, a surge of anger rushed through Cong Buqi's heart, and he roared: "Stop!

You want to step down just like this?"

The three from the Sword Sect had rebelled from Huashan together, and after bitter cultivation for more than twenty years, they were already like brothers to one another.

Today, Cheng Buyou was killed by a single strike, and Cong Buqi's eyes immediately turned red.

With a flash of sword light, Cong Buqi moved with the force of thunder, wanting to kill Liang Fa to take revenge.

Liang Fa's previous sword strike had consumed almost all of his energy; he had absolutely no strength left to block this strike.

In the blink of an eye, Cong Buqi's sword had already arrived in front of Liang Fa.

In a flash of lightning, a long sword was placed between the two.

Lu Li blocked Cong Buqi's long sword and said with a chilling tone: "The first battle has already ended. Is your Excellency wanting to compete in the second round?"

Cong Buqi said angrily: "The brat is courting death, let's compete then!

I..."

He was just about to continue speaking, but was suddenly pulled back by Ding Mian.

"Junior Brother Cong, wait."

Cong Buqi looked at Ding Mian in confusion, not understanding why the other party wanted to call a halt.

He saw Ding Mian pull Cong Buqi and Feng Buping aside and whisper: "Junior Brother Cong does not know, among the Huashan disciples, this one surnamed Lu has the highest martial arts."

"I know Junior Brother Cong is eager for revenge, and even we are itching to slaughter that brat.

But we came to Huashan this time to accomplish an important matter; we cannot let Junior Brother Cheng sacrifice himself in vain."

"Why not have Junior Brother Cong deal with Linghu Chong, and have Junior Brother Feng deal with this Lu Li? That way the chances of winning are greater.

Once you two become the Sect Leader of the Huashan Sect, these few thieves can be disposed of at will."

The expressions of Ding Mian and the others were very ugly; they had originally thought that dealing with the Huashan disciples was a guaranteed win.

Yet they did not expect Liang Fa to erupt with such terrifying strength; now they could only use the method of Tian Ji's horse racing, and perhaps they could win.

To tell the truth, it was somewhat shameful.

The expressions of Feng Buping and Cong Buqi changed several times.

They very much wanted to kill Liang Fa immediately to vent the hatred in their hearts.

But they also knew that the more important thing for this trip was the position of Huashan Sect Leader.

If one does not endure small things, one will mess up great plans.

They had bitterly cultivated sword techniques and plotted for twenty years precisely for this day.

As for Junior Brother Cheng... when one drifts in the Jianghu, how can one not get stabbed? "When I become the Huashan Sect Leader, I will definitely avenge Junior Brother Cheng!"

The two looked at each other, and a decision had already been made in their hearts.

Cong Buqi turned around, looked at Lu Li and Liang Fa with a gloomy gaze, and then said: "Fine!

I will compete in the second round, but the opponent I want to choose is Linghu Chong."

At this time, Liang Fa had already retreated under Lu Li's cover, and the disciples were surrounding Liang Fa, looking him up and down.

Yue Buqun also couldn't help but look at Liang Fa; just after going out for a trip with Lu Li, the changes in this disciple were too great.

And Liang Fa's changes also made Yue Buqun recall the changes in Linghu Chong a few years ago.

If he remembered correctly, at that time Linghu Chong had gone down the mountain with Lu Li to execute the Shaanbei Thirteen Geese.

And their transformation was all related to Lu Li.

Lu Li, this disciple, is truly incredible!

"Heaven has pity, I, Yue Buqun, have truly taken in a good disciple."

Just as everyone was sighing with emotion, they heard the voice of Cong Buqi.

"I choose Linghu Chong."

Lu Li shook his head and chuckled: "How wonderful, he can even pick his opponent."

Saying this, he walked to the side.

Linghu Chong gave Lu Li a gloomy look, like a resentful woman in her boudoir.

Several Huashan Sect disciples saw his expression and couldn't help but laugh.

It could be said that Linghu Chong had high prestige in Huashan, but he had no temper at all only toward Lu Li.

Sighing, Linghu Chong arrived in front of Cong Buqi.

"You want to pick the soft persimmons to squeeze, it's just a pity that none of us three are soft."

"Senior, be careful."

Having said that, the long sword in Linghu Chong's hand left its sheath, and he lightly executed a move, "Green Pine Welcomes Guests."

Cong Buqi had the intention to win back a round, so as soon as he attacked, it was his own ruthless sword art.

One could see his sword in the air, slashing down from above, as if he wanted to chop Linghu Chong's "welcoming pine" in half at the waist.

The chill on his body was like a tide, sweeping over in an instant.

Several sword moves thrust out rapidly, as if deep winter had arrived, wrapping Linghu Chong within it.

Today they came to Huashan not to be guests, and there was no need for "Green Pine Welcomes Guests."

The chilling Sword Qi filled Zhengqi Hall, cold to the bone.

Yue Buqun and Ning Zhongze were secretly shocked by this, thinking to themselves that there were truly not many people in the Jianghu who could practice sword art to this level.

And those who could receive this sword must possess supreme sword art.

As it happened, there were quite a few in this Zhengqi Hall, and Linghu Chong was one of them.

One could see that Linghu Chong's sword was different from Liang Fa's.

He was not the kind of earnest swordsman that Liang Fa was.

His sword was filled with a sense of Spirit Qi, while lacking a sense of killing intent.

Agile, nimble, and resourceful, it was as free-spirited and unrestrained as his personality.

One could see that amidst the frigid Sword Qi, Linghu Chong's "welcoming pine" stood tall and unyielding throughout.

And as he thrust his sword out time after time, it was like swallows in the forest flying freely, or fish playing and suddenly leaping out of the water.

The sword light danced continuously, turning into clusters of dazzling, swirling jade beads that poured down; the bitter cold could not invade at all.

Only a crisp "ding" sound was heard, the sword light dissipated, and the figures of the two suddenly stopped.

The bitter cold faded, and one could see a smear of blood slowly appearing on Cong Buqi's shoulder.

Linghu Chong had won!

Linghu Chong smiled nonchalantly: "Senior, you have conceded."

Two wins out of three rounds; Yue Buqun and Ning Zhongze finally set their hearts at ease, and smiles appeared on their faces.

Yue Buqun was deeply moved, thinking to himself that my Huashan Sect finally has successors; at such a critical moment, I don't even need to take action myself!

Gao Genming and the many other disciples were naturally excited beyond measure.

"Won!"

"Won too easily, right? What kind of Sword Sect expert is this? He can't even beat our younger generation of disciples, yet he still dreams of being Master."

"Hurry up and get off Huashan."

Toward these people from the Sword Sect who came up the mountain to cause trouble, they naturally had no pleasant looks.

Cong Buqi and the others looked ashen; two losses out of three rounds, there was no need to compete in this third round!

Feng Buping was the most frustrated; he was the one with the highest sword art among the three from the Sword Sect, yet he didn't even get a chance to compete!

But at the same time, he had also witnessed Linghu Chong's sword art, and even if he had taken action himself, he might not have been able to defeat the other party.

Its sword art was so exquisite that it almost surpassed the time when the Sword Sect was at its peak.

"Heh heh, such a young Qi Sect disciple, actually has higher sword art than the sword art passed down by my Sword Sect.

Sword Sect, Qi Sect, how laughable, how laughable."

"Yue Buqun, is this the Huashan of the new era?"

Yue Buqun had also experienced the tragedy of the Sword and Qi, and for a moment he was filled with emotion, not knowing how to answer.

Are the current Linghu Chong and Lu Li and the others still considered Qi Sect? Yue Buqun could be certain, they were not.

Perhaps this was the new Huashan that Lu Li spoke of.

Unknowingly, the Qi Sect's Yue Buqun had also become a remnant of the old era.

Feng Buping gave a bitter laugh and picked up Cheng Buyou's body.

"My Sword Sect is willing to bet and willing to lose; in this life, I will never come to disturb the matter of Sword and Qi again."

Having said that, he turned to leave.

Ding Mian, Le Hou, as well as Lu Lianrong of the Hengshan Sect and Yuyinzi of the Taishan Sect all bowed to Yue Buqun with gloomy expressions.

"Farewell."

"Wait a moment."

Just at this moment, Lu Li's figure flashed, and he had already blocked the path of the group.

"Running out to cause trouble, one must always pay a price, right?"