Chapter 338: Defeat Luo Qingyang with just one look

“The twelve flying swords and the Ming Vermillion Bird appeared together. It is said that such a scene was only presented by the first generation of the Lord of Wushuang City. When the thirteen flying swords appeared, the Great Xuan that tens of thousands of troops could not conquer was torn open by the thirteen flying swords. How lucky we are to see such a peerless sword return to the world.”

Xie Xuan threw the teacup in his hand and shouted loudly: “Boss, change the wine!”

“Are you in a good mood, Mr. Xie?” Xiao Se said with a smile.

Xie Xuan laughed loudly: “It’s more than just interest, I just want to play the sword and sing, today’s trip is not in vain.”

Lei Wujie also laughed and said, “I knew this guy was extraordinary, but I didn’t expect him to be so powerful that he could even hurt the Wandering Sword Immortal. I thought I was not much weaker than him after I achieved the status of Sword Immortal some time ago, but now it seems I am just a frog in a well.”

“So what if I’m a frog in a well? Anyway, I have broadened my horizons today.” Li Fansong’s tone was full of excitement.

If any swordsman could witness such a peerless duel, who could suppress the excitement in his heart?

Yan Zhantian’s eyes dimmed slightly. He sighed and said to Xiao Chong, “Chong’er, the swordsmanship of this young city lord of Wushuang City is at least better than mine.”

Xiao Chong was stunned, thinking, isn’t this a very obvious thing?

As everyone knows, Yan Zhantian is only ranked fourth on the list, while Wushuang is among the top three.

Of course, Xiao Chong could also understand Yan Zhantian. With the pride and arrogance of this great master, it was impossible for him to admit that he was not as good as the six people in the top three of the championship list before they had a fight.

Below, Luo Qingyang drew his sword again.

Li Fansong watched intently and said, “Luo Qingyang used Dongjun before. According to the order, this sword dance – Hebo? But why is the momentum this time so different from before?”

Xie Xuan was shocked and shook his head, “It’s not the Nine Songs Sword Dance, it’s the National Mourning. Luo Qingyang directly used the National Mourning.”

The sword wind danced wildly and the whistling sound suddenly arose.

It seemed as if within that sword wind, there were tens of millions of warriors singing a sad song.

“Is this the Sword Dance of National Martyrdom?” Xiao Se murmured to himself, wondering which move of his Nation-Splitting Sword Technique would be able to break the National Martyrdom.

Xie Xuan ignored him, and played the sword of Wanjuanshu, humming softly along with the whistling sound.

“Holding the Wu spear and wearing rhinoceros armor, the chariots are in chaos and the short weapons are fighting.

The banners blocked out the sun and the enemies were like clouds, arrows flew and soldiers vied for the lead.

After the sword wind, it comes the sword momentum.

The scene is like thousands of warriors hiding in the clouds, beating drums with sledgehammers and singing loudly, shouting at the top of their lungs, feeling sad and lonely.

Thousands of heroes have died, but their patriotic spirit will never die.

And angry.

And sad.

Don’t hesitate!
This is the Sword of Martyrdom, the best sword of desolation, and Luo Qingyang’s most powerful swordsmanship.

What is national mourning?

On the battlefield, those who died without bravery were not allowed to be buried in coffins. Those buried in tombs were called “Shang” (the dead) and became ownerless ghosts.

The reason why Luo Qingyang chose Muliang City was because in the past Muliang City was a strategic pass in the west, and a hundred thousand soldiers had once been buried here. Their country was defeated and left in a hurry, leaving only the dead soldiers lying there, with no one to collect them. Their bodies were left exposed in the wilderness until they turned into dust a hundred years later.

This sorrow is a national sorrow.

It is so desolate that it makes one sad when one hears about it and makes one cry when one sees it.

Wushuang bit the tip of his tongue, strengthened his spirit, raised his left hand, and twelve flying swords surrounded him.

He leaped forward, and a flash of blood appeared above the Ming Dynasty’s Vermillion Bird.

“Although the sword is a magic sword, if the swordsman has a righteous heart, the magic sword can also become a sword of righteousness.”

Xie Xuan looked up at Wushuang who was jumping up and smiled, then threw the sword in his hand on the ground: “Such a good sword, we should respect it!”

Wushuang jumped high into the air like an eagle hunting prey, and swooped down towards Luo Qingyang who was dancing the National Sword Dance.

Before he could get close, the twelve flying swords were startled and blown back into the Wushuang Sword Box by the sword wind, leaving only the Daming Suzaku in his hand.

Like a phoenix rising from the flames, she is absolutely gorgeous and beautiful.

This is a sword that seems to tear the sky apart.

Luo Qingyang slowly lifted Jiuge, it was as desolate as the wind. The warrior’s sad song in the sword wind seemed to have come to an end. It was no longer as heroic and high-pitched as at the beginning, but became low and long.

The two swords collided.

The Jiuge sword suddenly returned to its sheath and the sword wind suddenly stopped.

Wushuang retreated suddenly with the Ming Suzaku in his hand. He waved his hand and the Ming Suzaku returned to the sword box.

With a wave of his hand, the sword case suddenly closed.

“Who won?” Li Fansong asked.

Lei Wujie shook his head, he didn’t see it.

Xiao Se frowned and looked at Luo Qingyang with an extremely solemn expression.

The two people below just stood facing each other on the long street, and it seemed that nothing was wrong with either of them.

Luo Qingyang spoke first: “It is an honor for Wushuang City to have a disciple like you.”

Wushuang clasped his fists and said, “Senior’s sword is unlike any other sword in the human world. Among all the swords I have seen, it is second only to Senior Chu’s. It really opened my eyes.”

“it is good!”

Someone among the surrounding swordsmen shouted loudly, causing the other swordsmen to cheer loudly as well.

Lei Wujie was surprised and asked, “So this is a draw?”

“Wushuang was defeated.” Xu Lingxuan said with certainty.

“Senior Sister, how did you know?” Sikong Qianluo asked in surprise.

“Although I don’t know how to use a sword, I can heal illnesses. Wushuang was seriously injured, while Luo Qingyang only suffered minor skin injuries.”

Before he finished speaking, Wushuang, who was standing under the teahouse, suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood and knelt weakly on the ground.

He gave a bitter smile and said, “I lost.”

“If you practice for another ten years, then the sword in your hand might really be able to defeat mine. What a pity.” Luo Qingyang sighed softly.

This is a pity, and it has many meanings.

It’s a pity that you don’t have me left today.

You are still too young and cannot use the full power of the Wushuang Sword Box. What a pity.

Also, it’s a pity that such a young boy is going to die here today.

Luo Qingyang’s Jiuge Sword was unsheathed again.

On the teahouse.

Xiao Yu was stunned: “He wants to kill Wushuang, is he crazy?”

“Luo Qingyang wants to kill Wushuang.” Lei Wujie was shocked and drew his heart sword suddenly, but it was too late.

Xiao Chong, Xiao Se, Sikong Qianluo, Xie Xuan, Yan Zhantian and others also sensed Luo Qingyang’s murderous intent the moment Jiuge was unsheathed.

In addition to them, Chu Xinghe and Yue Kang in the crowd naturally also sensed Luo Qingyang’s murderous intent.

“Luo Qingyang, you’re looking for death!”

The two men shouted angrily, and drew their Xiaoyao and Xuanyun swords.

But it was too late.

Luo Qingyang’s sword was so fast that even Xiao Se, who had just entered the trance, couldn’t keep up.

Wushuang gave a miserable smile.

Am I going to die here today?

This thought only flashed through his mind before Luo Qingyang’s sword had already stabbed towards Wushuang’s forehead.

At this moment of lightning, a sword stabbed towards Luo Qingyang.

It was a very ordinary sword. Although it looked handsome, it was made of ordinary material and had ordinary workmanship. It looked like a sword that could be bought at a roadside blacksmith shop for a little silver.

This sword has no name, it’s just an iron sword.

But no one present dared to underestimate it, because it had drunk countless blood and its owner was Chu Zhao, the best in the world.

Luo Qingyang retreated with the sword in hand. The sword did not pursue him but simply stuck into the ground.

Then, a person in green clothes floated over and landed on the hilt of the sword. Chu Zhao turned his back to Luo Qingyang, looked at Wushuang who was kneeling on the ground, and said with a smile: “Wushuang, do you think you are going to die? Tsk tsk, how miserable.”

Wushuang smiled with difficulty, and it was a rather ugly smile.

“Your last sword was beautiful, worthy of the name Wushuang.” Chu Zhao smiled appreciatively, took out a pill and threw it to Wushuang, then turned to look at Luo Qingyang, frowned and asked, “Why?”

“Why? He comes to me to ask for the sword. He takes his own life and death. Isn’t it normal?” Luo Qingyang said lightly, but his expression looked quite evil.

“Hmm? Ghost fairy?” Chu Zhao was stunned for a moment, then murmured in sudden realization: “No wonder there is so little demonic power in that Heavenly Dao Pill. It seems like you have been infected.”

Luo Qingyang slowly raised his sword and pointed it at Chu Zhao.

“I just wanted to ask you about the sword, but now that you’ve shown up, I don’t have to look for you anymore.”

“To be honest, Luo Qingyang, you dance well, but your strength… you are too proud of it.” Chu Zhao smiled faintly and shook his head: “Are you qualified to ask me for a sword?!”

After saying that, Chu Zhao’s eyes widened, and Luo Qingyang took three steps back and couldn’t help spitting out blood.

“Fuck, dad is so powerful, he can hurt Luo Qingyang with just a look?” Chu Xinghe was shocked.

Not only him, but others were also shocked.

“Are you kidding me? With just one look, the Lone Sword Immortal was defeated?”

“The world’s number one immortal, is he so powerful?”

“Didn’t they say Luo Qingyang was in a trance? How come he is so weak? He can’t even handle a single look.”

Listening to the discussions below, Lei Wujie came back to his senses from his shock.

“This… is too powerful. He is the Lone Sword Immortal who has traveled through the Mysterious Realm.”

Before he finished speaking, a light laugh suddenly rang out.

“For Xiao Ba, entering the Mysterious Realm of Divine Wandering is no different from that of an ordinary person.”

Hearing this, Xie Xuan turned around and saluted.

“Hello Mr. Li. I haven’t seen you for many years. You look much older now.”

“If people don’t grow old, wouldn’t they become monsters?” Li Changsheng said with a smile.

Downstairs, the evil aura on Luo Qingyang disappeared, and he clasped his fists towards Chu Zhao: “Thank you.”

Chu Zhao waved his hand and said with a playful smile: “Are you still asking about the sword?”

Luo Qingyang smiled bitterly.

Before, when they were in Muliang City, at least Chu Zhao was able to take action.

But now he couldn’t even bear a glance, so what the hell was he asking about the sword?

“I’ve already lost.”

“Well, go ahead and do your thing.” After saying that, Chu Zhao waved his hand and went up to the teahouse with Wushuang and his sword.

Luo Qingyang breathed a sigh of relief, turned around, inserted the Jiuge Sword into the ground, raised his head and looked around. The sound was not loud, but everyone in the venue heard it clearly.

“Is there anyone else?”

Even if the swordsmen watching had the idea of ​​trying their hand at first, after seeing the peerless duel between Yan Zhantian, Wushuang and Luo Qingyang, they no longer knew their own strengths and weaknesses. Who would dare to step forward and try their hand at sword fighting?
Not to mention the shame, the key thing is that I am afraid of losing my life.

After all, Chu Zhao can save Wushuang, but he may not save them.

Of course, it is true that Luo Qingyang was injured by Chu Zhao, but Luo Qingyang is still not someone that these people can target.

For a moment, the whole audience suddenly fell silent.

After a long while, Chu Xinghe in the crowd finally asked, “Second brother, what do you say?”

“How do you say what?”

“Are you going to go or am I going to go? If you go, I’ll go see Wushuang, and you…”

Before he could finish his words, a person in red fell from the teahouse.

He was a young boy as young as Wushuang, wearing a red shirt with his chest open, revealing his muscular body, but his face was extremely handsome.

He was grinning and seemed to be in a good mood.

Xiao Se and Sikong Qianluo looked at each other. Just now, they were just attracted by the matters of Chu Zhao and Wushuang. They were distracted for a moment and accidentally didn’t keep an eye on Lei Wujie.

“Senior Sister, are you just going to watch him go down like this?”

Xu Lingxuan smiled faintly: “He chose to go down, of course he had his own considerations. Why should I stop him? He is not stupid, on the contrary, he is very smart, and nothing will happen to him.”

“Smart?” Sikong Qianluo rolled his eyes. “Does this word have anything to do with Lei Wujie?”

Xu Lingxuan did not speak again, but just looked at the person in red below.

At the same time, someone in the crowd asked, “Who’s coming?”

Lei Wujie smiled, raised his hand slightly, and the sword of his heart flew out of its sheath.

Someone recognized the sword at a glance and exclaimed, “It’s the fourth best sword in the world, Heart!”

Lei Wujie clasped his fists and said in a loud voice: “I am a student of Chu Zhao, the number one immortal in the world; a disciple of Li Hanyi, the Xueyue Sword Immortal of Xueyue City, and Lei Hong, the Thunder Sword Immortal of Lei Family Fort; the heir of the Heart Sword of Jianxin Tomb; the son of General Lei Mengsha, the Pillar State General. I am Lei Wujie, and I come to ask for the sword!”

Xiao Se sighed: “This fool, does he think that the longer the title in front of him is, the more domineering he will be?”

In the teahouse on the other side, Wushuang asked doubtfully: “Senior Chu, have you accepted Lei Wujie as your disciple?”

Chu Zhao shook his head and said with a smile: “Maybe it’s because I taught him two kinds of Kung Fu, so he calls himself my student.”

“I have to say, with his reputation, Luo Qingyang will definitely not do anything to him.” Chu Anle laughed and said, “This is the true wisdom of appearing foolish.”

long street.

After listening to Lei Wujie’s self-introduction, Luo Qingyang couldn’t help but be stunned for a moment, then he grasped the hilt of the Jiuge Sword and nodded seriously, “Okay.”

“Wait, wait, wait.” Lei Wujie waved his hand to stop them and swallowed his saliva: “Wait a minute!”

Everyone was waiting to see another exciting duel, but Lei Wujie’s six words “wait” also stunned everyone present.

“Wait?” Luo Qingyang smiled and put away the Jiuge Sword: “Wait for what?”

“Today, Senior has fought three battles in a row, three battles…”

Before he finished speaking, Luo Qingyang interrupted and said, “Just two games.”

“Okay, two games, but the opponents in these two games are very strong. Later, Uncle Chu took action and injured you. I guess you are not at your peak now.” Lei Wujie said slowly.

Luo Qingyang shook his head: “It doesn’t matter, Chu Zhao’s sword is to help…”

“Stop talking.” Lei Wujie also interrupted him: “Senior, you are willing to give up, but I cannot accept it. We swordsmen are sincere, and no one should be unworthy of the sword in our hands. Didn’t you say you would wait here for a few days? Then I will come here to ask for the sword in three days, when you have rested enough and recovered from your injuries.”

“I……”

Luo Qingyang was about to speak, but Lei Wujie waved his hand to stop him: “Senior, there is no need to say more. See you in three days!”

After saying this, without waiting for Luo Qingyang’s response, he jumped back to the teahouse.

Xiao Se and Sikong Qianluo shook their heads helplessly. Xiao Se rolled his eyes and spat out two words: “Are you sick?”

Xie Xuan smiled and said, “Quite cunning.”

Having just experienced two exciting duels, although Luo Qingyang was defeated by Chu Zhao with just a glance, it still did not prevent his spirit from being deeply imprinted in the minds of many swordsmen.

Especially when Luo Qingyang asked for the sword but no one answered, which made Luo Qingyang’s image in their minds rise again, as if he was invincible in the world. No one expected that Lei Wujie would jump down and make a joke, and even made an appointment for three days.

That kind of atmosphere was washed away completely, and the swordsmen who were watching knew that there probably wouldn’t be any fighting today, so they all agreed to meet again in three days, and then left in groups of three or four, discussing.

On the teahouse.

Looking at Lei Wujie coming up, Xiao Se said coldly: “You also saw the sword of the Lone Sword Immortal just now. You think you are a young hero with a natural talent for swordsmanship, but compared with them, do you think you can compare with them?”

“No.” Lei Wujie shook his head and said frankly: “I can’t beat any of the three people who played today. The gap between me and the Lone Sword Immortal Luo Qingyang is huge.”

“Then what’s the point of fighting?” Xiao Se couldn’t help but curse.

“He asked Jian Tianqi. This is a demonstration. We will fight him no matter what. Instead of waiting for him to break into the palace, we might as well bring it up and fight him. At least this way we can still…” Lei Wujie thought about it and didn’t say anything else.

“What else can you do?” Xiao Se said coldly, “Go on.”

“You can also become famous.” Lei Wujie said in a low voice.

The teahouse suddenly fell into silence. Everyone was speechless, except Xie Xuan, who laughed out loud and said, “Brother Lei is really a wonderful person.”

(End of this chapter)