Zhao Cheng responded, facing Qin Honglian's almost provocative words, but he didn't have any anger at all.
When he chose to become famous all over the world, or even become the Dragon King, he was already mentally prepared to accept the impact of thousands of winds and waves.
When the sea is flowing, a hero will show his true colors!
With such a good reputation, it is normal for some people to question it. Even in the information age, with video recordings, in the end, what you hear is false and what you see is true.
If one day, no one doubts him anymore, it will prove that Zhao Cheng is absolutely invincible.
"Draw your sword."
Zhao Cheng said without taking the initiative to distance himself.
Generally speaking, swordsmanship can only be performed when there is a distance, but Zhao Cheng's move is a kind of absolute confidence in himself. I am invincible within a short distance.
Of course, if Qin Honglian was a saint, he would turn around and run away without any hesitation.
If the moral bottom line is not flexible enough, it is not far behind in the way of the sword.
Those who say it is better to break than to bend are just being fooled.
Therefore, Zhao Cheng's absolute self-confidence also has limits. He is so real.
"good!"
The Taoist nun smiled, and her smile was like a peach blossom blooming for a moment. It was so beautiful that it was indescribable. People who are not determined will probably become confused if they see it.
And just as he was smiling, a sword flew out from the sleeve of the other party's Taoist robe and pointed directly at Zhao Cheng.
This is the art of hiding swords!
To practice this method, the only requirement is that the sleeves are wide enough.
At this moment, the red lotus bloomed.
In the spiritual world of everyone present, an unparalleled beauty bloomed.
The red lotus of karma fire kills the karma!
But in reality, the sword light is like a wisp of light, tearing the world apart.
Zhao Cheng and the Taoist nun were only half a meter apart. They didn't even need swords. They could touch each other with just an outstretched arm.
Zhao Cheng could sense that the opponent did not attack his vitals, but stabbed his arm.
In response, the long sword in the sword case behind Zhao Cheng had been unsheathed. At the same time, Zhao Cheng moved his arm and stretched out his five fingers. Instead of picking up the sword, his five fingers were like lotus and he pointed directly at the Taoist nun's arm that held the sword.
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For the masters here, swordsmanship is everything, but Zhao Cheng is not only powerful with swordsmanship, he is also invincible with his bare hands.
The martial wisdom of so many martial arts kings is not obtained in vain.
With this movement, all the strength in Zhao Cheng's body seemed to have gone through a cycle of creation, residence, badness, and emptiness, and became integrated. Not only that, but even the nature of heaven and earth seemed to echo and fit with Zhao Cheng.
The flavor of heaven and earth drawing together.
It is the art of conferring gods by the Emperor of Heaven. Although Zhao Cheng has not practiced it in reality, some of its secrets have been integrated into his Four Tribulations Heaven Sword by Zhao Cheng.
Now when I move, the instinctive consciousness all over my body follows suit, adding even more strength.
But at this moment, the long sword drawn by the Taoist nun suddenly rotated, and its blade was directly aimed at the position Zhao Cheng pointed. At the same time, the speed of the sword tip was not slow at all, it just stabbed.
The target of the attack was changed from the arm to the shoulder.
If Zhao Cheng insists on pressing it, with the sharpness of the famous sword and the edge attached to his spirit, he is afraid that all five fingers will be shattered by the sword's edge.
Because this sword is not a dead thing, but a living thing that can change.
But Zhao Cheng clicked on it without any hesitation.
Sonorous!
The fingers made of flesh and blood collided with the famous sword, and there was a sound of gold and iron clashing.
But if you listen carefully, you will find that this sound comes only from the Taoist nun's sword, not from Zhao Cheng's hand. "One flower blooms with five leaves!"
The expressions of many Taoists, including Lin Yuntian, changed at this moment, and they were shocked by Zhao Cheng's skill.
As the saying goes, one flower blooms with five leaves, and the fruit will come naturally.
It talks about Zen principles, but at the same time, it is also an extremely powerful state induction.
If such a state is achieved, then with a sword in hand, no hidden weapon can hit you. Even an anti-materiel sniper rifle, which can reach speeds of over a kilometer per second, cannot be hurt by such a terrifying weapon at close range.
To such a realm of swordsmanship
Master.
But generally, this state is manifested with a sword, but it is more difficult to manifest it directly with the hand.
But the Taoist nun who fought with Zhao Cheng was the one who was most impressed. Her sword was clearly moving like a dragon in her hands, and the changes in the blade were delicate and swift to the extreme.
But despite this, he couldn't escape Zhao Cheng's grasp. It seemed that all the changes were always under the other's control.
It seemed that the final result had been predicted by the opponent, and he delivered the sword blade to the opponent's hands.
Just at that moment, Zhao Cheng's five fingers were directly pointed at the sword body, not the blade.
The so-called "one flower blooms with five leaves" is an application of the seventh sense. If you can predict the future, you will naturally be invincible!
The predicted future is the result of nature.
Buzz!
The Taoist nun drew her sword and retreated like a fairy. However, the momentum and power of the sword were gone. If she didn't keep the distance, she would be at a complete disadvantage.
It was at this time that the unsheathed Sky Tribulation Sword had fallen into Zhao Cheng's hands.
Zhao Cheng held the sword, and the sky trembled naturally. The sharp sword light seemed to be able to stab people's eyes from a distance.
Immediately afterwards, Zhao Cheng struck out with his sword.
For a moment, the sword roared like a dragon, seeming to strike out a burst of dragon roar, followed by an extraordinary atmosphere that stirred the sky.
The thousand-year-old Feng Shui of Yuntian Dao Palace was originally as stable as Mount Tai, but at this moment, it was easily disturbed by Zhao Cheng. At this moment, everyone with a sharp mind on the mountain had the illusion that the mountain was shaken.
Keng!
Taoist aunt held up her sword to block it, but she felt that at this moment, she seemed to be in the middle of an angry sea, controlling a small boat. The rolling momentum of heaven and earth was simply unstoppable.
Because of this, she was slow for a moment.
At this moment, a strand of her black hair was cut off.
Being able to cut off black hair also means being able to behead!
"I lost, I am convinced!"
"There are talented people from generation to generation..."
"You truly deserve the title of Dragon King..."
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As she spoke, she caught the falling black hair, her eyes flickered, and she didn't know what she was thinking.
It seemed that being defeated by Zhao Cheng, a much younger man than her, made her figure something out.
Bang!
At this moment, the door of the Taoist palace, which had been closed, was opened, and a middle-aged man with a rich and graceful appearance walked out, followed by a beautiful woman with picturesque features. The two behaved intimately, and they were a couple.
couple.
The middle-aged man was none other than Lin Yuntian's master, the Yuntian Taoist of this generation, who was also a saint in his own right.
"Young friend Zhao Cheng, I just borrowed your hand to resolve my junior sister's mental block. I have offended you so much. I, the Yuntian Dao Lineage, owe you a favor."
Taoist Master Yuntian said sincerely.
Perhaps ordinary people, even swordsmen, would regard Zhao Cheng as a young man, but only a saint knows what an extraordinary state the saint's mind is, and will not look down upon any saint.
Even that saint is somewhat "malnourished" now.
"It's okay, this may not be fate."
"Everything in the world is caused by fate. Who can tell clearly?"
Zhao Cheng smiled and waved his hands. His thoughts were becoming more and more incredible now, gradually approaching an extremely mysterious, mysterious and indescribable realm.
Zhao Cheng's attitude caused Taoist Master Yuntian's expression to change, and his eyes gradually became serious. As for the other Taoists, they were still immersed in the shock of Qin Honglian being easily defeated.
Before, they more or less thought that Zhao Cheng, a boy who was seventeen last year and only eighteen now, was a bit too much to be regarded as the Dragon King by the country. But now, like Qin Honglian, they are all convinced.
