One person: I am the dragon, tiger, wine and sword immortal

"You are wrong." Zhang Hao said calmly, "Real power is not used to kill and destroy, but to protect and guard."

After saying that, he waved his hand lightly, and Lu Ci flew out like a kite with a broken string.

Lu Ci watched Zhang Hao walk towards the demon sword Hirudomaru step by step, with a hint of teasing in his eyes. He suddenly burst into laughter, the sound was so sharp and piercing that it seemed to tear the entire space apart.

"Hahaha! Zhang Hao, do you really think you can control this magic sword? Even I can't fully control it!" Lu Ci's laughter echoed in the air, full of provocation and sarcasm.

Zhang Hao stopped and glanced at Lu Ci indifferently, ignoring his provocation. His eyes fell on the demon sword Hirudo, and a hint of curiosity flashed in his eyes.

Ru Hu stood aside, his arms crossed, observing Zhang Hao expressionlessly. He did not stop Zhang Hao from approaching the demon sword, because he knew that Zhang Hao had his own judgment and decision. Feng Zhenghao seemed a little nervous, and he could not help but remind him loudly: "Zhang Hao, be careful of the demon sword! It is not a joke!"

Zhang Lingyu and Feng Shayan also looked at Zhang Hao nervously, they were worried that Zhang Hao would be injured by the demon sword. However, Zhang Hao seemed not to hear their reminders, he continued to walk towards the demon sword Hiruzen.

Chen Duo stood quietly by the side, her eyes always following Zhang Hao's figure. She believed that Zhang Hao had enough strength and wisdom to deal with any challenge, including this magic sword. Wang Gen also nodded silently, he was full of trust in Zhang Hao.

Just when Zhang Hao was about to touch the demon sword Hirudo, he suddenly stopped. He frowned slightly, as if thinking about something. Then, he raised his head and looked at Lu Ci, with a disdainful smile on his face.

"Lü Ci, do you think this magic sword can shake me?" Zhang Hao sneered, "I, Zhang Hao, will not be tempted that easily."

Lu Ci's face darkened. He didn't expect Zhang Hao to be so calm in the face of the temptation of the magic sword. Anger surged in his heart, but he pretended to be indifferent on the surface and challenged him: "Oh? Then do you dare to try to break it? Even I can't destroy this magic sword."

Zhang Hao heard this, and a hint of fighting spirit flashed in his eyes. He slowly stretched out his hand and grasped the handle of the demon sword Hirumaru.

A cold and biting chill instantly spread throughout his body, but he didn't care.

He swung the sword vigorously, and the demon sword Hirumaru drew a sharp arc in the air.

"Crack!" A crisp sound was heard, and the demon sword Hirudowa broke into two pieces in Zhang Hao's hand! Lu Ci stared at this scene in amazement, and could not believe his eyes. Others also showed surprised expressions, they did not expect Zhang Hao to be able to break this legendary demon sword.

Just as Zhang Hao was about to make a move, he was suddenly pulled into a strange space. There was a swordsman here, who was the monster parasitic in the leech ball. He was tall and had a stern face, and his eyes revealed disappointment and disdain for Zhang Hao.

"You are the one who wants to destroy me?" the swordsman asked coldly.

Zhang Hao did not answer, but just looked at him coldly. He knew that this swordsman was the swordsmith of Hirumaru, and he was full of pride and confidence in his work.

"You know, I spent all my efforts to forge this sword. It is the pride of my life!" The swordsman continued, "How dare you want to destroy it? You are so ignorant!"

Zhang Hao sneered and said, "Your pride is this demon sword stained with blood and sin? Your hard work is used to create a weapon that harms the world? You are really ridiculous!"

The swordsman was enraged by Zhang Hao's words. He waved the Hirudo in his hand and attacked Zhang Hao. However, Zhang Hao was not afraid at all. He gathered the power of the annihilation void and prepared to completely break the demon sword.

After a fierce battle, Zhang Hao finally found an opportunity to shatter Hirugan. He gathered all his strength and smashed Hirugan into pieces with one blow. The swordsman let out a shrill scream and then disappeared into thin air.

Zhang Hao's eyes revealed a trace of disdain. He sneered and said, "The Lu family? Humph, they are just a group of guys holding knives and pretending to be powerful."

The swordsmith frowned upon hearing this and sneered, "How dare you, ignorant boy, be so disrespectful to the Lu family. Do you know that the Lu family's swords are the sharpest in this land?"

Zhang Hao sneered and did not respond.

The swordsmith stroked the knife in his hand, with a hint of pride in his eyes. He argued: "A knife is just a tool. What kills people is the desire and evil in people's hearts, not the knife itself."

Zhang Hao shook his head slightly and retorted: "You are wrong. The knife is not innocent. When it can infinitely magnify people's desires and emotions and drive people crazy, the knife itself is the source of sin."

The swordsmith's face changed, obviously touched by Zhang Hao's words.

Zhang Hao continued, "A knife can be used to protect or destroy. The key lies in the heart of the person holding the knife. But you can't deny that some knives are inherently evil."

The swordsmith was silent for a moment, then suddenly burst into laughter: "My son, you know that true power does not lie in how you understand the sword, but in how you use it."

As he spoke, thick black mist suddenly emerged from the Hirudo ball in his hand, as if an evil dragon was about to wake up.

The swordsmith's eyes turned evil and creepy. He sneered and said, "Look, this is the real power."

The Hirudo flew in his hand, and every swing was accompanied by the surge of black mist. Zhang Hao frowned, he could feel the power and evil of that force.

The swordsmith looked at Zhang Hao provocatively: "Soon, you will experience the beauty of this power. By then, you will understand that your so-called understanding is nothing but empty talk."

Zhang Hao sneered and said disdainfully: "Power? You know nothing about true power."

He raised his hand and waved it, and a powerful airflow instantly pushed the swordsmith back several steps. The swordsmith looked at Zhang Hao in shock, his eyes full of disbelief.

Zhang Hao said calmly: "Eight Wonderful Skills? They are just stepping stones to real power. Real power does not lie in how many skills you have, but in how you use them."

The swordsmith's face turned pale, and he shouted angrily: "How arrogant you are! How dare you belittle the Eight Wonders of the Lu Family like this!"

Zhang Hao shook his head and sighed, "How sad! You regard a knife as a symbol of strength, but ignore that true strength comes from within. Your so-called strength is nothing more than the blessing of external objects."

"Boy, are you ready to accept my challenge?" The swordsmith laughed wildly and swung his sword. The blade was so sharp that it seemed to cut through the space.

However, facing the fierce attack of the swordsmith, Zhang Hao seemed unusually calm. He stretched out two fingers and blocked the swordsmith's attack with a light move.

"Hmph, is this all you're capable of?" Zhang Hao sneered.

The sword finger intersected with the magic sword, making a harsh metallic sound. The swordsmith looked at Zhang Hao in doubt, unable to understand why his magic sword could be blocked so easily. "This... This is impossible!" The swordsmith shouted.

However, Zhang Hao did not give him much time to think. He took the initiative to attack and used two fingers to hold the swordsmith's magic knife. No matter how hard the swordsmith tried, he could not shake Zhang Hao's fingers at all.

"Your strength is just this much." Zhang Hao said lightly.

At this moment, the swordsmith's psychological defenses completely collapsed. He roared in despair, and the demon sword Hirudo in his hand broke into two pieces under Zhang Hao's void power.

"No! This is impossible!" The swordsmith knelt on the ground, holding the broken demon sword, his eyes full of despair and fear.

Zhang Hao looked at the swordsmith without any emotion. He said calmly, "Your sword is just a dead object. The real power comes from the heart."

As the demon sword broke and the swordsmith collapsed, Zhang Hao's consciousness returned to reality. He opened his eyes and found himself lying on a grassy field. The sun shone on his body, warm and comfortable.

"Huh, it's finally over." Zhang Hao let out a long breath and stood up.

He recalled the battle just now, and couldn't help but feel a little emotional. Although it was just a battle in an illusion, it made him deeply understand the true meaning of strength.

"True strength does not come from external weapons or skills, but from inner determination and belief," Zhang Hao said to himself.

"This...how is this possible!" Lu Ci's voice trembled slightly, his eyes fixed on Zhang Hao, as if trying to find some answer from the other's face.

Feng Xingtong was standing aside, also with a look of astonishment on his face. He turned to look at Feng Zhenghao beside him and asked, "Grandpa, what's going on? Hirudowa... How come Hirudowa is broken?"

Feng Zhenghao shook his head and said in a deep voice: "I don't know either. But one thing is certain, Zhang Hao's strength is far beyond our imagination."

The Lu family members behind Lu Ci were also in an uproar. They looked at the broken Hiruzen with sorrow in their eyes. This demon sword was the symbol of their Lu family and their belief. Now, this belief collapsed in an instant.

Zhang Hao looked at the broken blade in his hand, and a trace of indifference flashed across his eyes. He turned around and faced the tiger, with a confident smile on his face.

"Your knife is nothing special." Zhang Hao said calmly.

The tiger-like face suddenly turned gloomy. He stared at Zhang Hao, with a dangerous light flashing in his eyes.

"Boy, don't be so arrogant!" The tiger roared and rushed towards Zhang Hao.

Zhang Hao did not move, but just gently waved the broken blade in his hand. A sharp sword energy instantly slashed at the tiger, forcing him to retreat again and again.

"Is this your strength?" Zhang Hao sneered, "If this is the case, then this battle is too boring."

The tiger was enraged by Zhang Hao's words, and he roared and rushed towards Zhang Hao again. This time, he used all his strength, and each punch was as powerful as thunder.

However, Zhang Hao seemed to be at ease, dodging the tiger-like attack easily. His figure was erratic, as elusive as a gust of wind.

"You are too slow." Zhang Hao said lightly, and at the same time threw a heavy punch at the tiger.

"Boy, don't even think about leaving Lujia Village alive today!" He roared like a tiger and rushed towards Zhang Hao. He clenched his hands into fists, and each punch seemed to be able to shatter mountains and rivers, smashing towards Zhang Hao with endless power.

Zhang Hao just smiled faintly, as if he didn't take the tiger-like attack seriously. He stood there, motionless, just raised his fist slightly, and faced the tiger-like attack.

"Bang!" With a loud bang, the two fists collided in the air, and an astonishing wave of air erupted. Zhang Hao easily resolved the tiger-like attack, and a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes, but then he became even more ferocious.

"Good boy, you have some skills!" Ru Hu shouted, and his attack became more fierce. He used his hands like hammers to smash Zhang Hao continuously, and each attack was powerful enough to destroy the world.

However, no matter how fierce the tiger's attack was, Zhang Hao could handle it easily. Every time he punched, it seemed that he could draw the power of heaven and earth to dissolve the tiger's attack one by one.

Feng Zhenghao and others stood in the distance, watching the duel between the two, their hearts filled with shock and amazement. They had never seen such a fierce battle, nor had they seen such a strong strength.

They couldn't even capture the tiger's attack trajectory, let alone imagine how Zhang Hao dealt with it so easily.

"This...how is this possible?" Feng Zhenghao muttered to himself, his eyes full of disbelief.

Ru Hu's attacks became more and more fierce, but he became more and more anxious. He found that he could not shake Zhang Hao at all, while Zhang Hao seemed to be able to handle his attacks with ease.

"Asshole! I must kill you!" Like a tiger, he roared, and all the strength in his body was gathered into his fists. He punched Zhang Hao fiercely, and this blow was almost an all-out blow.

"Feng Zhenghao, look at that tiger-like figure, so brave!" exclaimed the people watching the fight.

Feng Zhenghao stared at the battlefield, a trace of fear flashed in his eyes, "That Ruhu is indeed powerful, but the opponent is not an ordinary person. The outcome of this battle is unpredictable."

The tiger-like figure was strong and his muscles were like iron. Every time he punched, it seemed that he could tear the air. His speed was so fast that it was dazzling and difficult to guess his true position. Although the opponent seemed short, he could cleverly avoid the tiger-like attack every time and counterattack at the critical moment.

"Haha, Zhang Hao, is this all you can do?" The tiger-like man laughed loudly and his figure suddenly disappeared in the smoke and dust.

Zhang Hao's eyes were slightly cold. He knew that the tiger's speed and strength were far superior to his own, but he was not afraid. He took a deep breath, gathered the Qi in his body in his palm, and prepared to meet the next wave of attack from the tiger.

At this moment, the tiger-like fist suddenly fell from the sky and hit Zhang Hao fiercely. Zhang Hao ducked and narrowly avoided the blow, but the powerful fist still made him feel palpitations.

"That was a close call!" Zhang Hao thought to himself. He knew he couldn't continue to be passive like this. He had to take the initiative to attack in order to find the weakness of the tiger. (End of this chapter)