Chapter 206: The Reappearance of Sword Twenty-Three

After leaving the iron chains, Long Er took a deep breath, then slowly pushed open the door made of refined steel with both hands.

After opening the cell door, Long Er and the prisoner inside locked eyes.

The prisoner laughed and said:

"I have only been locked up for a few days, and already someone wants to come and plot against me.

Looking at your appearance, you must still be a little brat.

Little brat, why aren't you at home obediently studying, and instead running here?"

Long Er was shocked upon hearing this; his current height and physique were no different from an adult's, yet this fellow could tell he was a youth.

Long Er smiled and said:

"What business is it of yours why I came here!

Since you are not far from death anyway, I will tell you: I came today to take your head."

The prisoner laughed loudly after hearing this:

"Hahahaha, this is the funniest joke I have heard in all these years.

I, Zhu Qingtian, have walked the pugilistic world for decades, and this is the first time I have heard a greenhorn say he wants to take my head.

You brat, what is your name, to be so ignorant of the immensity of heaven and earth."

Long Er said triumphantly:

"I am called Long Er.

Even if you are so formidable, aren't you still locked up here? It is just an empty reputation."

Upon hearing Long Er's words, Zhu Qingtian said with a face full of hatred:

"If it weren't for that despicable villain, the Supreme, poisoning my wine, how could I have been locked up here by him?"

Hearing Zhu Qingtian curse the Supreme, Long Er, who had always maintained a decent attitude toward the Supreme, could not help but feel some doubt.

"You say the Supreme poisoned you; how did this happen?"

Seeing Long Er's puzzled expression, Zhu Qingtian cleared up his confusion:

"Not long ago, I arrived in this Huangcheng and happened to encounter the Supreme traveling incognito.

After recognizing me, the Supreme invited me to his palace to drink wine.

Who would have thought he would secretly poison the wine? Because I had no guard against him, I fell for his trap.

By the time I woke up, I had already been imprisoned in this Tianlao Jindi."

After Zhu Qingtian finished speaking, Long Er was even more confused.

"For no good reason, why would the Supreme poison you and lock you up?

You must have done something wrong!"

Zhu Qingtian laughed:

"Wrong!

Back then, I only competed with the Supreme for a woman, and later I gave up that woman for the sake of wealth and glory.

I never expected that after so many years, the Supreme would still hold a grudge.

If I ever have the chance to leave this place, I will definitely tear the Supreme into ten thousand pieces.

Long Er, why don't you let me go!

I will give you half of my lifelong martial arts and teach you supreme martial techniques."

Hearing this at the end, Long Er finally understood that Zhu Qingtian's goal was to get him to let him out.

He had clearly come to kill him, yet the man wanted him to let him go; it was truly a daydream.

"Zhu Qingtian, stop daydreaming; I am here today to kill you."

Long Er immediately struck out with a Cloud-Raking Palm, which Zhu Qingtian skillfully dodged.

Seeing this, Long Er used the Wind God Leg to push off the ground, flew into mid-air, and struck at Zhu Qingtian with an explosive Frost Fist.

But this explosive Frost Fist was still dodged by Zhu Qingtian.

Seeing this, Long Er picked up the Liangji Sword he had stuck into the ground, preparing to get close to Zhu Qingtian.

At this moment, Zhu Qingtian roared:

"Cloud-Raking Palm!

Wind God Leg!

Frost Fist!

You brat, who are you to Xiongba?

No, at your age, you shouldn't have met Xiongba.

Speak quickly, where did you learn your Frost Fist, Cloud-Raking Palm, and Wind God Leg?"

Long Er held his head high and answered proudly:

"My Wind God Leg was taught to me by Uncle Nie Feng, the God of Wind.

My Cloud-Raking Palm was taught to me by Uncle Bu Jingyun, the Uncrying Death God.

My Frost Fist was taught to me by Uncle Qin Shuang, the God of Frost.

My three uncles are all renowned Martial Arts Myths of the pugilistic world; are you afraid now!"

After hearing this, Zhu Qingtian shouted:

"Who exactly are you, and why would those three, Nie Feng and the others, teach you their ultimate techniques?

And has Duan Fengyun ever taught you anything?"

Long Er said even more proudly:

"I am the son of Duan Fengyun; of course my father has passed all his lifelong learning to me."

After hearing this, Zhu Qingtian laughed out loud:

"Hahahaha, I never expected you to be the son of that despicable villain, Duan Fengyun.

Heaven has opened its eyes, actually sending the son of that insidious villain, Duan Fengyun, right before me.

You brat, I originally thought you were interesting and was prepared to let you off the hook.

I never expected you to be Duan Fengyun's son, so I cannot let you live.

Prepare to die!"

Hearing Zhu Qingtian call Duan Fengyun a despicable villain one moment and an insidious villain the next, Long Er was also fuming with rage.

He would not allow anyone to insult his father.

"You old scoundrel, I didn't really want to kill you, but you dare to insult my father!

Then I cannot let you live in this world; I am going to kill you!"

Long Er held the Liangji Sword and charged at Zhu Qingtian, but who was Zhu Qingtian?

According to what he said, he had been wandering the pugilistic world for many years and was once a great enemy of Duan Fengyun and the others; being able to live this long, he certainly possessed no small amount of skill.

Long Er's two strikes of the Holy Spirit Sword Technique were like golden light, illuminating the entire Forbidden Land.

"Good brat, I didn't expect Duan Fengyun to have taught you the Holy Spirit Sword Technique.

I wonder how much of the Holy Spirit Sword Technique you have mastered; do not tarnish the prestige of the Holy Spirit Sword Technique.

I never thought the Holy Spirit Sword Technique of the dignified Jiansheng would end up in the hands of a little brat."

Hearing Zhu Qingtian mention that he was tarnishing the Holy Spirit Sword Technique, a surge of ferocity suddenly rose in Long Er's heart, along with the impulse to tear the Zhu Qingtian before him into ten thousand pieces.

After his rage, Long Er's attacks became even more rapid, and his Sword Qi grew increasingly sharp.

However, Long Er's offensive was easily neutralized by Zhu Qingtian, and more fatally, the cunning Zhu Qingtian actually took the opportunity to use Long Er's attack to sever the iron chains binding him.

Zhu Qingtian tore off the iron chains on his hands and stretched his body.

Zhu Qingtian rubbed his hands, which had been imprisoned for a long time, and looked at Long Er with a playful smile:

"Little fellow, thank you for letting me out.

Today, as long as you call me 'Father' and then curse Duan Fengyun as a despicable and shameless villain, I will spare you."

His reply, however, was a strike of the Sword Twenty-Two technique.

Seeing Zhu Qingtian, whose chains he had just unlocked, Long Er knew things were looking bad.

But having gained combat experience, Long Er did not panic; instead, he thought of ways to slowly maneuver around Zhu Qingtian.

It had been so long in the Heavenly Prison that someone should be coming to patrol; once he held out until the patrol discovered the anomaly in the Forbidden Land, he would have a way to deal with this Zhu Qingtian.

But Long Er had truly underestimated Zhu Qingtian's strength; Zhu Qingtian leaped lightly, flew into the air, and kicked Long Er away several paces.

After being knocked back several paces, blood trickled from the corner of Long Er's mouth; that kick just now had injured him slightly.

Immediately after, Zhu Qingtian fired several bursts of Sword Qi from his fingertips toward Long Er.

After Long Er used his sword to deflect Zhu Qingtian's Sword Qi, he asked:

"Duanmai Sword Qi!

This is my father's Duanmai Sword Qi, how could you know it?"

Zhu Qingtian laughed:

"Since when did the Duanmai Sword Qi become your father's patent?

Back in the day, your father also obtained this sword technique from someone else.

Little fellow, I will give you one last chance.

As long as you kneel on the ground, obediently kowtow to me a few times, and then call me 'Father', I will spare your life.

Otherwise, I will grind your bones to dust so that your father and the others won't even be able to collect your corpse."

Long Er held his sword with a look of martyrdom and said:

"Although I, Long Er, am still young, I am not afraid of death, and I will not acknowledge a thief as my father; you can give up that thought.

After I die, my father and Uncle Nie Feng will surely avenge me.

You will definitely die even uglier than me when that time comes."

"Good, good, good, what a stubborn brat; today I will send you to the Western Heaven."

After Zhu Qingtian finished speaking, his whole body became like an incredibly bloody sharp sword, charging at Long Er at high speed.

Watching Zhu Qingtian charge at him, Long Er suddenly thought of that world-destroying Sword Twenty-Three he had learned in his dreams.

Since he was going to die anyway, he might as well test the power of this move.

Ever since he dreamed of Sword Twenty-Three, Long Er had been constantly practicing it in his dreams, but he had never actually used it.

Since he was going to die today anyway, Long Er prepared to see the power of this move before his death.

Long Er held the Liangji Sword and shouted:

"Sword Twenty-Three!"

As the words fell, Long Er's entire being seemed to undergo an ultimate sublimation; his stature became imposing and burly, looking exactly like the Dugu Jiansheng in Duan Fengyun's memories.

The Liangji Sword in Long Er's hand was as brilliant as gold.

Looking at this Sword Twenty-Three from Long Er, Zhu Qingtian, who had been attacking him, froze in place and muttered:

"Sword Twenty-Three!

How is this possible? Where did Long Er learn Sword Twenty-Three?"

Now it was not Zhu Qingtian's turn to think, as Long Er's world-destroying move was already attacking Zhu Qingtian's face.

Facing this move from Long Er, Zhu Qingtian inhaled toward the side, and a Golden Divine Sword flew into Zhu Qingtian's hand.

This sword was precisely Duan Fengyun's Xuanyuan Sword, and this Zhu Qingtian was, of course, Duan Fengyun.

This Zhu Qingtian was merely a test set up by Duan Fengyun specifically for Long Er.

Let us see if Long Er can hold fast to his original intent when facing danger.

If not for the deliberate arrangements of Duan Fengyun, how could Long Er have so easily snuck into the heavily guarded Heavenly Prison?

But now is not the time to think about such things; Duan Fengyun drew the Xuanyuan Sword and unleashed the War Sword Art, beginning a great battle with Long Er.

Having unleashed the Sword Twenty-Three, Long Er seemed to have forgotten everything, retaining not the slightest impression of the Xuanyuan Sword or the War Sword Art.

While exchanging blows with Long Er, Duan Fengyun caught a familiar scent on him—Dugu Jiansheng!

It seems that the Jiansheng within Long Er's soul sensed that Long Er was encountering a life-or-death crisis and appeared to save him.

But now it was no longer a matter of Jiansheng saving Long Er; it was Duan Fengyun who had to find a way to save himself.

Facing this world-destroying Sword Twenty-Three, Duan Fengyun held nothing back, exerting his full strength in the War Sword Art to battle Long Er.

Having not felt this kind of life-or-death pressure for a long time, Duan Fengyun grew more courageous with every strike; since his battle with Di Shitian all those years ago, Duan Fengyun had not experienced such a hearty, life-and-death struggle in a long time.

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