Chapter 58 Early death and early confession (Thanks to the book friend who finally has time)
Chapter 58: Die early and explain early (Thanks to the book friends who finally have time)
Author: You have the final say
Chapter 58: Die early and explain early (Thanks to the book friends who finally have time)
Zhuo Lingfeng knows very well that the real top masters are tempered by actual combat. If you only work behind closed doors, no matter how high your martial arts training is, you will pull your hips as soon as you start to move.
There are many examples of this kind. For example, Jinlun, who just appeared in the Shendiao Era, was extremely inconsistent with his performance. He was criticized and caused a lot of controversy?
Why?
In fact, it is very clear. Just because he only used three moves and two styles in fighting for the first half of his life, how good can you expect his actual combat ability to be?
It’s not because there are no opponents to train with!
Later in the Central Plains, as I met more masters, my actual combat ability improved.
And Dongfang Bubai, the best master in the world, had survived the siege by masters before he practiced the Sunflower Book. His experience was far beyond compare with Jinlun.
This person is the most powerful opponent in Zhuo Lingfeng's heart!
And he knew in his heart that once he got into trouble with the Songshan Sect, the other party would definitely besiege him. At this moment, he wanted to borrow Cheng Buyou's fast sword to test his own skills. If he planned it well, while he could dodge other people's attacks, if he had the chance to attack,
With one sword strike, it is very likely that you can kill someone, and that is only in your own interest!
But the opponents are all top-notch experts. This is a risky move and there can be no mistakes!
Otherwise, before your attack hits the person, you will be pierced by the person first, and everything will be in vain.
That’s why he didn’t fight back against Cheng Buyou!
But this pressure was not enough, so he had to bring Feng Buping and Cong Buqi in together.
Seeing Zhuo Lingfeng inviting him to fight, Feng Buping felt the unique arrogance of a martial artist. With a "clang" sound, the sword was unsheathed and he said: "Offended!".
The body flew out, the sword edge trembled, and the "White Cloud Coming out of the Xiu" style of Huashan Sword Technique came out. This sword was extremely fast, and the sword energy started like a meteor from the sky.
The so-called expert will know if there is anything as soon as he takes action!
Zhuo Lingfeng smiled and said: "Okay!" Without moving his feet, the branch flashed into the air, drew a half arc, and suddenly broke out of the rain.
This move was just right, with just a slight tap on the surface of Feng Buping's sword, and with a flick of the force, his sword swung outwards diagonally.
Feng Buping's arms trembled, and he couldn't hold on for a moment. He couldn't help but take a step, and he was suddenly shocked.
He is also a top-notch master in the world. How could he not know that Zhuo Lingfeng's move is capable of exerting a thousand kilograms of kungfu in four ounces?
The principle of this technique is that you don't need to exert any force, you only need to identify the point where the opponent's strength is interrupted, and you can control the opponent's strength alone by relying on it.
But what kind of person was Feng Buping, and because he was wary of Zhuo Lingfeng in his heart, he didn't dare to use old moves, and he didn't use all the strength of his sword. Unexpectedly, he still fell behind with one move.
He took a deep breath and immediately stabbed seven swords in a row, each one as fast as a sword, cutting left and stabbing right, the sword's momentum was like a circle, and the cycle continued, attacking like wind and thunder.
At this time, the rain stopped, the clouds broke and the moon appeared. The moonlight poured down, and a white circle was seen covering Zhuo Lingfeng.
Everyone in the Songshan Sect secretly admired him and thought to themselves: "The number one master of the Huashan Sword Sect is indeed better than you!"
Cheng Buyou and Cong Buqi were also dazzled by the sight. They had learned this swordsmanship from their masters, but if they wanted to be as rigorous, complex and fast as their senior brother, they would have to do it three or five times.
After years of hard work, I still feel like I can't do it.
But Zhuo Lingfeng's martial arts is really amazing. Ren Fengbuping's sword is as powerful as rain, and his sword energy is so magical that the branches in his hands seem to be unable to hold and are slightly fluttering.
But through Feng Buping's sword light, it was as soft as flowers and willows, clinging to Feng Buping's sword like a shadow.
In the blink of an eye, the two of them executed more than twenty moves. No matter how fast Feng Buping used his sword, the branch in Zhuo Lingfeng's hand just followed the path of the opponent's sword and neutralized all his attacks. Not to mention hurting anyone.
Even his stick was constantly being whittled away.
Everyone saw that the two of them were attacking fiercely and fiercely, and they were defending as firmly as Mount Tai. One was purely defensive, and the other was purely offensive. The movement was clear and the stillness was clear, which was really nice to see.
But when Zuo Lengchan saw this situation, his face, which had always been as cold as iron, changed.
He knows that in today's world, this kind of martial arts that uses softness to overcome hardness should be respected as Wudang Tai Chi.
But Zhuo Lingfeng only used the "stick" technique with a wooden stick to easily deflect Feng Buping's attacks one by one. Although he understood some of Zhuo Lingfeng's methods, he always felt that something was wrong.
At this time, I heard Zhuo Lingfeng sneer again and again: "Can you take charge of the Huashan Gate with your swordsmanship? It seems that you brothers are destined not to return to Huashan!"
Zhuo Lingfeng turned his wooden stick and stabbed at the "Quchi point" on Feng Buping's arm. Suddenly, the wind whizzed between his sides. Cheng Buyou and Cong Buqi pointed at the two long swords at the same time.
The two of them saw that their senior brother was still chipping away at Zhuo Lingfeng's wooden stick after fighting for so long, and they no longer sat idly by when they heard him belittle themselves like this.
Both of them and Feng Buping were taught their martial arts from the same master. They have lived together day and night on Zhongtiao Mountain for fifteen years. The three of them joined forces to attack each other, and they cooperated very closely. One retreated, the other advanced, and the other fell.
Although it is not a formation, these three swords can be used to open up. The sword power is like a rainbow, unpredictable, one sword is as tight as the other, and the end is like a thousand swords firing at once, like a storm.
Although Zhuo Lingfeng was neither quick nor slow, no matter which direction the three swords came from, he was able to deal with them with the Quanzhen Sect's secret technique of "sticking".
He felt that the pressure was still not enough, and said leisurely: "Brother Feng, how can you take charge of the Huashan Gate like this? Yue Buqun's Zixia Magic Skill cannot be underestimated, and your swordsmanship may not be able to defeat him. Going to Huashan Mountain is just asking for your own trouble."
It’s just an insult!”
Feng Buping's face suddenly turned red, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, and his heart skipped a beat: "Let me show you what real swordsmanship is!"
As he moved, he looked up to the sky and let out a clear roar. The long sword struck straight and horizontally, extremely swiftly. The strong wind stirred up, and it was as if a torrent suddenly surged forward.
As he walked around, he kept firing his sword, and the direction was weird and unpredictable. The sword was drawn out like light and lightning. Before five or six moves, there was a faint sound of wind coming from the sword. He drew the sword faster and faster, and the sound of the wind became louder.
He wants to be the head of Huashan Mountain and the leader of the Five Sacred Mountains Alliance, and the source of his confidence is this set of 108-style "Quick Wind Sword".
This is his favorite swordsmanship that he created after living in seclusion in Zhongtiao Mountain for fifteen years. Each sword move is as fast as a sword, and the noise caused by it is getting louder and louder.
This set of "Quick Wind Sword" is indeed extremely powerful. Feng Buping's sword erupts like lightning, and the sword seems to contain a huge amount of power. The wind and thunder roll, the air is stabbed with a hissing sound, and the energy bursts out in all directions.
Zhuo Lingfeng channeled his strong internal energy into the wooden stick and performed the "Lian" technique. It looked dangerous, but in fact it was as safe as a mountain standing in a pavilion.
All the heroes watching the battle felt the strong wind blowing against their faces, the cold air, and the faint pain in their face and hands. They moved back one after another. The circle around the fighting men gradually expanded to a radius of four to five feet.
The flames of the torches held by everyone were forced by the sword energy of a few people, and they were also flying outwards, while the sound of the wind from Feng Buping's sword was gradually increasing.
At this moment, not to mention the masters of the Songshan and Taishan sects, as well as Zuo Lengchan, no longer dared to look down upon Feng Buping. They all felt that his swordsmanship was not only exquisite in his moves, but also had a strong momentum on the sword. He did not win with just sword moves.
This person's internal strength is also extremely superb.
But Zhuo Lingfeng's "adhesion" duel is the most superior skill in swordsmanship.
When the fight reached more than fifty moves, Feng Buping and the others realized that the opponent's swordsmanship was not surprising, but every move was just right. There was a strong suction force in the wooden stick in his hand, and his sword was clearly aimed at the opponent.
He thrust out, but the point of the sword pointed not to the left, but to the right.
As the number of tricks increased, Zhuo Lingfeng's internal energy evaporated, and the pulling force on the wooden stick became stronger and stronger. Later, Feng, Cheng, and Cong were almost fighting each other, but Zhuo Lingfeng himself seemed to be
Sit on the mountain and watch the tiger fight.
In the eyes of everyone, Zhuo Lingfeng was light and effortless. In fact, he had used all his skills. He really looked around and listened in all directions. Not only did he have to carefully identify the enemy's moves, but he also had to consider everyone in the Songshan Sect.
Don't dare to be careless.
After more than a hundred moves, the four of them were still in a deadlock. Although Zhuo Lingfeng was facing the enemy, he kept looking at the positions of the Songshan sect from the corner of his eye, figuring out which one to attack first!
At this time, he felt that the time had come and suddenly shouted: "Let me see what the authentic martial arts in the world are!".
Before he could finish his words, there was a click, and the wooden stick had already intersected with Feng Buping's long sword. Feng Buping felt a huge sticky force pulling outwards. The sword almost wanted to be let go, and he hurriedly used his strength to snatch it back.
Zhuo Lingfeng's internal strength was so profound that he clung to the long sword. When Feng Buping struggled to free himself, he felt as if he was made of iron and could not move at all.
Zhuo Lingfeng's wrist trembled slightly, and he pushed the wooden stick diagonally, just in time to meet Cong Buqi's long sword, and then pressed down.
His pressure was a combination of his own strength and Feng Buping's struggle, and the heads of both swords touched the ground together.
All of this was a flash of lightning, but Zhuo Lingfeng stepped sideways, turned over suddenly, and with the movement of his body, he had already avoided three lightning swords in succession. He took advantage of the momentum of his sword and drew it back.
When hospitality changes.
Zhuo Lingfeng suddenly let go of the wooden stick, walked straight forward, stretched out his right arm quickly, and performed a move called "Five Strings" from the Nine Yin Manual, holding it up to the tip of his elbow, which made his whole body lose energy, and shouted:
"The ancestor has a spirit, and the unscrupulous disciples will clean up the family!"
Before he finished speaking, Cheng Buyou's long sword had already flicked into Zhuo Lingfeng's hand. At the same time, his left hand struck out with a loud "click" sound, and the bones in Cheng Buyou's chest and ribs were broken.
After a while, the person flew up like a paper kite.
When Feng Buping was at a loss, Zhuo Lingfeng's lips moved slightly, and a sentence came into his ears: "Hurry up and meet me at the foot of the east cliff." Even in the chaos, it was extremely clear.
Just when Zhuo Lingfeng hit Fuyou with a palm, he took advantage of the situation and took advantage of the situation. His figure was like a swimming dragon, passing four feet away, and the long sword in his hand seemed to be flying straight at Fei Bin.
He sticks to the sword, drops the sword, seizes the sword, flies, and draws the sword to attack the enemy. All these actions are done in one go, as fast as lightning.
However, before Zhuo Lingfeng could seize the sword, Zuo Lengchan saw Zhuo Lingfeng's eyes wandering, and he had already taken precautions in his heart. His strength had already spread throughout his body. Before the opponent's sword could reach Fei Bin, he jumped out and shouted:
: "Do it!"
As he spoke, the six Taibao guards in Songshan moved in unison.
The wide and thick iron sword in Zuo Lengchan's hand struck horizontally and slashed towards Zhuo Lingfeng from left to right. It was a move of the Songshan School's authentic sword technique "Tianwai Jade Dragon".
The sound of this sword is soft in the wind, mixed with fierce white mist. The blade of the sword seems to be curved or straight, bending and advancing at times. It not only cuts the waist and sweeps the crotch, but also moves violently and sinks. It is like a living thing, like a divine dragon.
Everyone can master the sword art of Songshan Taibao, but who can make it so powerful and thunderous?
This is a magical realm they can never reach.
Zhuo Lingfeng's heart trembled. This man's swordsmanship was extraordinary. He was pouring the ice energy into his sword again. If his idea didn't work, he might not be able to save his life.
It was too late, but it was too soon. Zhuo Lingfeng turned the long sword in his hand and saw a sword light, which made Zuo Lengchan's eyes turn white.
He didn't dodge or block, and stabbed the opponent straight into the throat, which turned out to be a life-threatening move. If Zuo Lengchan didn't put back his sword to block, or jump away, he would probably end up dying together.
Unexpectedly, Zuo Lengchan's long sword did not come back to save him or dodge. The long sword still went straight towards Zhuo Lingfeng's waist. Seeing that the tip of Zhuo Lingfeng's sword was about to pierce his throat, his sword
It was about to hit Zhuo Lingfeng's waist.
Where the silver light flashed, a long sword came across and protected Zuo Lengchan's throat. It was Zhong Zhen, the "Nine-curved Sword", who took action in time.
But what Zhong Zhen didn't expect was how powerful Zhuo Lingfeng's long sword stabbed. But as soon as the surface of his sword touched the tip of the opponent's sword, he felt that the opponent's strength suddenly disappeared. Before he could change his mind, he suddenly saw
Zhuo Lingfeng actually flew backwards for more than ten feet, and his movements disappeared like blue smoke, like a ghost. Zuo Lengchan's earth-shattering move was naturally missed.
Of course, Zhuo Lingfeng's backward sweep actually ran into the circle surrounded by Lehou and the other four people.
He seemed to stab the sword casually, but the sword force was extremely erratic. The tip of the sword thrust towards Lehou's face, and the blade of the sword had already been cut towards Tang Ying'e's chest. The long sword was withdrawn, and the hilt of the sword hit Teng Ba.
The male ribs hit the "Chaomen point", and his left elbow hit the "Qimen point" under Fei Bin's ribs.
Zhuo Lingfeng avoided Zuo Lengchan's attack and attacked four people with one move, all of his swords spread out.
Even though the four of them were experienced masters with many battles, they were a little confused when faced with his fantastically changing, unpredictable, and extremely precise moves.
Zhuo Lingfeng's move is exactly the "Seven Stars and Seven Ultimate Sword" technique in Quanzhen swordsmanship.
Le and Tang waved their swords to protect themselves. Fei Bin and Teng Bagong were pressed against their bodies, making it difficult for them to use their weapons and they couldn't help but take three steps back.
It was at the critical moment before Zuo Lengchan and Zhong Zhen arrived.
However, Zhuo Lingfeng also jumped up and suddenly appeared in front of the "Golden-haired Lion" Gao Kexin. In the darkness, the sword light flashed, like the wrath of thunder and the power of lightning, but it was faster and more terrifying than lightning, pointing directly at him.
's throat.
Gao Kexin was also one of the Taibao. He was by no means an ordinary person. When several senior brothers were fighting Zhuo Lingfeng, he was also looking for an opening to attack. Unexpectedly, Zhuo Lingfeng actually managed to survive the siege of six senior brothers. Although he used his long sword in time,
Raise resistance.
But when I heard the crisp sound of "dang", sparks flew everywhere.
There was another soft "chi" sound, which was the sound of a sharp knife cutting flesh.
Gao Kexin's body stiffened, his eyes widened with a look of astonishment on his face, and a stream of blood spurted out from his throat like a fountain.
He didn't even think about how he died, and he died without even letting out a scream.
Then there was a "ding" sound, and the front half of the sword in his hand fell to the ground.
It turned out that his thick iron sword was pierced by Zhuo Lingfeng's sword, causing it to break, and he was hit in the throat.
This is what Gao Kexin didn't understand. Can his own sword be pierced? Why can't Zhong Zhen's sword be pierced?
With this question in mind, he fell to the ground on his back with a "plop".
How could he know that with Zuo Lengchan's martial arts, even without Zhong Zhen's support, if Zhuo Lingfeng's sword really hit Zuo Lengchan, he would be injured by the opponent, and he would inevitably be torn apart by random blades.
However, Zhuo Lingfeng had a long-planned sure-fire move against Gao Kexin. This Huashan sect's long sword is thin and long, unlike the Songshan sect's generous sword. He condensed his inner strength into one point, and it was a matter of course for him to penetrate the iron blade.
It's a long story, but in fact these changes happened in a blink of an eye.
Zhuo Lingfeng's series of movements were too fast and too handsome. Until Gao Kexin's throat was sealed with a sword, even with Zuo Lengchan's powerful martial arts, he could not save him in time.
Seeing Gao Kexin collapse to the ground, the experts from the Taishan Sect, Huashan Sect, and Left Dao who were watching were all stunned for a moment.
This sword is really fast.
The blade of the sword was still shining in the darkness, and there seemed to be a figure in the flashing sword light.
"Junior brother!"
Only then did someone from the Songshan Sect scream out in surprise, looking at Zhuo Lingfeng's face with horror and resentment.
Zuo Lengchan was as calm as ever, with a calm face, and said calmly: "So this is the reason why you are willing to compete with Feng Buping and the others, and have angered them with your words many times?"
He felt something was wrong at the beginning, but when he saw Zhuo Lingfeng irritating Feng Buping and the others, he understood Zhuo Lingfeng's intention, which was to practice swordsmanship.
But he thinks very highly of himself and thinks that you, Zhuo Lingfeng, are plotting against me. I also look at your sword moves to see who is better!
So when he faced Zhuo Lingfeng and used a lose-lose method, he didn't even blink, giving people the feeling of exchanging lives, but he didn't want to give the other party any room to use it.
Unexpectedly, he missed a move and cost his junior brother his life.
Zhuo Lingfeng said quietly: "It's right to say it's right, and it's wrong to say it's wrong!"
Zuo Lengchan's eyebrows twitched: "What do you mean?"
Zhuo Lingfeng's eyes were blazing, and he suddenly retreated, kicking his foot. Gao Kexin's body immediately hit Zuo Lengchan and Fei Bin on the opposite side like a shell.
If it were something else, they would have swung their iron swords and told it to be torn into pieces, but this was the body of their junior brother, so they could only avoid it sideways.
But in this flash of lightning, Zhuo Lingfeng's feet suddenly grabbed the ground, and his body jumped up towards the five masked masters. With his index finger pressing the blade, the long sword stabbed each of the four of them.
The sword moves swiftly and erratically, like a spiritual snake coming out of its hole.
The five masked men had been hiding aside as bystanders. Who knew that Zhuo Lingfeng would still attack him?
Zuo Lengchan's expression changed drastically, and he shouted urgently: "Be careful!" He flew towards him, followed closely by the five Taibao of Songshan.
These men in black saw an extremely dazzling sword light falling from the sky, and hurriedly waved their swords to block it.
Unexpectedly, Zhuo Lingfeng changed the soup instead of the medicine. This move was a false move, and he did not use enough strength. He suddenly made a "thousand catty drop" in mid-air, and fell to the ground quickly. His body dwarfed, and the long sword fell from his body.
Draw a circle from left to right.
This sword can be said to be the culmination of Zhuo Lingfeng's lifelong efforts. It is like the autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves, and like lightning piercing the sky, it is so fast.
Several men in black are attacking Zhuo Lingfeng in mid-air. Their power has been exhausted. How can they resist at this moment?
I only felt pain in my waist and a cold feeling spread throughout my body.
The five men in black were cut off from the waist down and immediately fell to the ground.
Zhuo Lingfeng suddenly felt a strong wind coming from his left side and back, especially from the back. With the depth of his internal strength, he was hit by this strong wind and his inner breath could not help but be stagnated.
He couldn't get back, waved his sword backwards, and listened to the sound of "Ding Ding Dang Dang" with a knock on each other, dense as Lianzhu.
Zhuo Lingfeng felt that his inner breath was disordered, and the sword in his hand was cold to the bone. He kicked his feet and slid out again.
He was able to kill six masters instantly while being chased and intercepted by Zuo Lengchan and other masters. His movements seemed simple, but they could be done in one go, as fast as lightning.
This was a killer move that he had been pondering for a long time. It naturally had a great effect, but it also cost a lot of his mental energy and internal energy.
At this time, due to the depth of his internal strength, he felt short of breath, especially Zuo Lengchan's ice energy, which caused numbness in his wrist joints.
At this time, I heard screams of "Ahhhhh" resounding from the top of the mountain.
It turned out that all ten thighs of the five men in black were separated from the body. The flesh and blood of the lower limbs were rolled up and blood seeped out. It was shocking and terrifying.
No matter how cruel they are, how can they bear this kind of strange pain that hits their hearts?
Their internal strength is profound, so this howl is truly like the cry of a hundred ghosts at night, and the mountains echo for a while.
Zuo Lengchan drew his sword with his backhand like lightning. As the cold light flashed, all sounds disappeared.
He knew that these five people were useless, so killing them with his own hands would be a relief.
But my heart hurts terribly. I lost fifteen good players this time, and I also lost a junior brother. I don’t know how many more will die later!
Even if Zhuo Lingfeng is killed today, if he cannot get his martial arts secrets, it will be a big loss!
The mountain peak was silent, and everyone was shocked by Zhuo Lingfeng's momentum and Zuo Lengchan's decisiveness.
So much so that the Five Taibao of Songshan did not dare to step forward to fight again, and for a while everyone was shocked.
Feng Buping had a thought in his mind: "Hurry up, these are all ruthless people. Zhuo Lingfeng himself can't compare, and Zuo Lengchan, Lao Feng and I can't even compare!"
Thinking of pulling the bush without abandoning it, disappearing into the darkness silently. As for Cheng Buyou, he is almost certain to die.
I really can’t care anymore!
Zhuo Lingfeng stood up and returned his sword, standing majestically on the spot, his eyes sweeping over the six people from the Songshan Sect. The blood on the tip of the sword fell to the ground drop by drop, making a gentle clicking sound.
Zuo Lengchan looked at Zhuo Lingfeng and said with a wry smile: "It is not in line with your status as Zhuo Lingfeng to avoid the strong and attack the weak!"
Zhuo Lingfeng was seen standing tall, and he sneered: "It is not a pity to die for a young man! Can Zhuo still make such a move?"
As he spoke, he took a step forward, vibrated the long sword in his palm, buzzed, and shouted sternly: "Have you thought about who will die next in your Songshan sect?"
Everyone in Songshan subconsciously took a step back, including Zuo Lengchan. With the lives of more than a dozen masters placed here, whoever said they were not afraid would be true or false!
Fei Bin's eyes widened and he shouted angrily: "Even if there is only one person left in Songshan Mountain today, you will die!"
Zhuo Lingfeng smiled faintly at the corner of his mouth, as if everything was already won, he said quietly: "I am ready to die at any time, it depends on whether you have the ability!"
As he spoke, he raised his eyes and looked around, and said leisurely: "Speaking of which, I don't know how many evil people have died on Zhongnan Mountain.
But there are not many people with such skills as you. You should feel happy if you have knowledge in Baoshan.
Take action quickly, and you will die soon and you will be punished!"
Zuo Lengchan and the five eunuchs slowly stepped forward with their weapons drawn, surrounding him at the core, but they did not dare to take action rashly, waiting for Zuo Lengchan to give the order.
Zuo Lengchan saw that Zhuo Lingfeng was full of energy, and he couldn't help but thought: "Is my ice energy really in vain?" He couldn't help but look at Lehou beside him.
Zhuo Lingfeng saw this and suddenly shouted: "Don't you want the sword manual to ward off evil? Don't you want to avenge Ding Mian?
Come on, come on?
Is this the only potential of the mighty Songshan Sect?"
Taking advantage of his free time, he was also secretly regulating his inner breath.
He knew that the crazier it would be, the more time he could buy to sort out his inner thoughts and face the next battle!
Tang Ying'e said coldly: "Are you so eager to seek death?"
Zhuo Lingfeng smiled solemnly and said: "Actually, I just want to know how many so-called first-class masters I can kill in one go!"
Zuo Lengchan is a master of martial arts and a tycoon of his generation. He is very decisive. Regardless of whether the ice energy is useful or not, the longer time passes, the more dangerous it will be for him.
Immediately he glared sharply and shouted: "Come on!"
In an instant, the top of the peak rose wildly, and the light of several torches stuck on the ground dimmed at the same time, leaving only black shadows rising and falling erratically.
A pitiful cry of "Ah" rang out, and suddenly it fell silent again.