Chapter 239: Breaking Seven Swords with One Hand

Ouyang Yunhe is not only highly skilled in martial arts, but also well-liked in the pugilistic world; since the battle at Bashan, he has been considered the person most likely to inherit the Wudang orthodoxy.

As the successor to Wudang, a pillar of the martial arts world, he naturally does not shirk his duty when faced with the current situation.

The long sword has already been thrust out.

Yu Liancheng, however, seems to have anticipated this, casually intercepting with a finger.

Only a "ding" sound is heard; the sword strikes his finger, yet it feels as if it has struck a towering, majestic mountain, unable to shake it in the slightest.

Ouyang Yunhe's gaze sinks, and the long sword in his palm strikes again; in the blink of an eye, he has thrust seven or eight times, each strike faster than the last, each strike lighter and more agile than the one before, and carrying an incomparably harmonious feeling.

Yet no matter how he executes his sword technique, only the sound of "ding, ding, ding" rings out incessantly, and every single strike is blocked without exception.

Cold sweat has already broken out on Ouyang Yunhe's forehead; although he knows he is by no means the opponent's match, he refuses to give up, gathering all his internal energy to thrust out yet another sword.

Yu Liancheng, however, has seen enough of his sword technique; he sighs softly, shakes his head, and strikes out with a palm, like a sweeping gale. Ouyang Yunhe stumbles backward, his face pale. He uses his sword to stab into the floor, finally stopping his continuous retreat.

"My turn!"

No sooner has Ouyang Yunhe been defeated than another person steps forward.

Accompanied by this, a dragon's roar rings out, ethereal and faint, as if coming from beyond the heavens.

The one attacking is the Kunlun Sect disciple "Tian Zailong"; a streak of sword light flies up, circling in mid-air, before suddenly striking down like lightning. He is using the world-renowned "Nine Dragon-Flying Styles"; his sword is like a divine dragon, and he is like a cloud-reclining immortal. The force of this downward strike seems to carry wind and thunder, and no sword from any other sect or school can compare to it.

Unfortunately, the target of his attack is Yu Liancheng.

Yu Liancheng is still using his finger.

Two fingers point diagonally upward.

A massive sense of presence instantly fills the entire restaurant; it is as if these are no longer two fingers, but a mountain peak rising from the ground, crashing toward the long sword in Tian Zailong's hand with incomparable, overwhelming momentum.

Ding!

Another crisp sound rings out.

The raging energy dissipates in all directions.

By the time Yu Liancheng withdraws his finger, Tian Zailong has already fallen heavily from mid-air.

The remaining five look at each other, not daring to act rashly for a moment.

In reality, there were two reasons why they came to find Yu Liancheng.

First, it was to recruit him; with Yu Liancheng's reputation in the pugilistic world, as long as he could join the Seven Sects Alliance, it would surely greatly boost the alliance's prestige.

Second, it was to decide who would become the Alliance Leader of the Seven Sects Alliance. They had previously stipulated that whoever could withstand three moves from Yu Liancheng would be qualified to sit in the position of Alliance Leader.

But Yu Liancheng's martial arts truly exceed everyone's expectations.

Once this person truly starts fighting, let alone withstanding three moves, even one move cannot be blocked.

Yu Liancheng glances at them indifferently: "You all come at me together; as long as you can withstand three of my moves, what I said before still counts."

The group exchanges glances, seemingly communicating in silence, and a look of determination flashes in their eyes.

"Offense taken."

The next moment, Sword Qi permeates the air and sword light crosses the sky; even the previously injured Ouyang Yunhe and Tian Zailong choose to attack together at this moment.

The flowing Taiji Sword Technique.

The unconventional Kongtong Sword Technique.

The perilously dangerous Huashan Sword Technique.

The light and drifting Diancang Sword Technique.

The aloof and lofty Hainan Sword Technique.

The overbearing and fierce Nine Dragon-Flying Styles.

These six currently famous sword techniques, executed by some of the top young talents in the pugilistic world, are truly astonishing in their power.

Sword Qi pierces the heavens, and the sword light weaves into a net, dazzling and shaking one's heart and soul.

Yu Liancheng also makes his move.

He picks up a chopstick, using it as a sword, and thrusts it out.

The sword thrusts into mid-air, yet a strange change occurs; in an instant, the sword seems to turn into a gust of wind, a void and ethereal wind.

All six of them feel this gust of wind.

And the power on their swords, who knows when, has been blown away by the wind, disappearing without a trace.

The wind then blows onto their hands.

The wind is very light, but it is bone-chillingly cold; the blood throughout their bodies has been frozen.

By the time this gust of wind disappears, the six have fallen from the air one after another, their faces deathly pale, their expressions filled with an indescribable complexity.

Qin Duxiu says with a dejected expression: "The Divine Sword from beyond the heavens, one sword separating the sky; this is truly a peerless sword technique."

Ouyang Yunhe sighs softly: "For those of us who practice the sword, to be able to see such a sword strike, one would have no regrets even in death."

"We have lost, and we are convinced of our defeat."

"Whatever request you wish to make, we can agree to it and will never go back on our word."

They are all outstanding members of the younger generation and naturally cannot break their promises. And with things having reached this point, they seem to have no second choice.

"No, you have all lost, but I have not."

A crisp, pleasant voice rings out.

Li Zhenzhen suddenly takes a step forward, her gaze fixed on Yu Liancheng.

Ouyang Yunhe and the other five cannot help but frown.

They are, of course, aware of Li Zhenzhen's martial arts; perhaps she has some hidden trump card they do not know about, but they imagine it cannot be too far from their expectations.

The six of them combined have already been defeated, let alone Li Zhenzhen alone.

Losing is one thing, but if Li Zhenzhen wins, where would that leave the six of them?

But now they have no time to think further; Yu Liancheng smiles slightly: "Good, you may attack."

With a "clang," Li Zhenzhen had already made her move.

She was, of course, using the Emei Sword Technique, sharp and swift, yet carrying a sense of misty, drizzling rain. It was as if the crowd could see, beneath her blade, the Emei Mountain that stood supreme in beauty, and the arrogant, ruthless Daoist priests of Emei.

This sword technique was indeed considered outstanding among the younger generation, but against an expert like Yu Liancheng, it could be broken with a wave of the hand.

Why did Li Zhenzhen have the confidence to survive three moves under Yu Liancheng?

Not to mention others, even Yu Liancheng was quite curious.

Just at the moment he was about to strike, Li Zhenzhen parted her cherry lips slightly and used the skill of voice transmission.

"I know the whereabouts of Yan Shisan, and I can let you sit as the deputy leader of the Seven Sects Alliance..."

Yu Liancheng's expression changed slightly.

It seemed he had been moved by her words.

Then, before Li Zhenzhen could finish speaking, Yu Liancheng had already struck.

With a flick of his arm, his long sleeve swept out, coiling around the thrusting sword like a cloud.

Only a "crack" sound was heard, and the hundred-refined refined steel sword in Li Zhenzhen's hand was already twisted into a knot.

With another burst of internal energy, his sleeve rippled like waves. Li Zhenzhen felt a massive force transmit from the sword; she spat out blood, flew backward, and collapsed onto the ground.

"Speak faster next time, otherwise I cannot hold back my hand."

Yu Liancheng shook his head and lectured earnestly: "Also, we are all people of the righteous path; if you have anything to say, just say it directly in front of everyone, there is no need for this."