The melon-eating swordsman in the ancient dragon world.

Chapter 531 Hua Yukun's Thirteen Qingfeng Styles

It was clearly the Demon Cult leader who was targeting Tie Kaicheng just now, but after his identity was exposed, the major sects immediately took over Tie Kaicheng's position and confronted the Demon Cult leader head-on.

"See, this is the importance of interpersonal relationships." Tie Kaicheng whispered, "Before I even talked to him about taking action, his enemies jumped out one after another."

Sun Xingyu tried to smile, but the Demon Cult leader stood calmly, "They are just a bunch of cowardly chickens and dogs."

This is what the cult leader said, and this is what he really thought in his heart.

In his opinion, he had killed many masters from major sects. Logically, when these people recognized him, they should have rushed up and shouted to kill him, but at this moment they only dared to stand there and stare blankly.

However, when Hua Yukun walked out slowly, he still attracted the attention of the leader of the Demon Cult.

Noticing Hua Yukun's steps, breath, and demeanor, the Demon Cult leader frowned slightly, then straightened his expression and asked curiously, "Huashan Sect has such a person. Your leader is far inferior to you. Why aren't you the leader?"

Hua Yukun said calmly, "The famous families in the Central Plains have their own rules, not the barbarians fighting bravely and fiercely."

The killing power of these words was even stronger than Wu Tao's curse. Not only did the Demon Cult leader's eyes flash with anger, but even the four elders including Jin Shi narrowed their eyes and flashed a fierce light.

The Demon Cult leader glanced at Tie Kaicheng, then looked at Hua Yukun, "The tongue is not as sharp as a sword after all."

After saying this, he looked at the yellow cloth bundle in Hua Yukun's hand, shook his head and said, "Although you have hidden the sword for twenty years, it should have been earth-shattering when it was unsheathed, but unfortunately..."

Hua Yukun lowered his eyes, "What a pity?"

"It's a pity that your sword met my knife." said the leader of the Demon Cult.

"My sword is definitely no match for your knife?" Hua Yukun asked.

"Definitely." said the Demon Cult leader.

Hua Yukun remained silent and shook his head, "Not necessarily."

"This sword of mine was originally prepared for Xie Xiaofeng." Hua Yukun said.

The Demon Cult leader thought for a moment and said, "Do you think you can fight Xie Xiaofeng?"

Hua Yukun fell silent again.

Everyone present could feel the loneliness in Hua Yukun's silence.

But in the desolate ruins with nothing, a breeze blows out of nowhere, bringing a hint of vitality that seems unwilling to dissipate.

The Demon Cult leader's eyes narrowed, "Do you think I'm not as good as Xie Xiaofeng?"

"I dare not." Hua Yukun said calmly, "But in this era of great strife, swords shine brightly. Although I am not a worthy son, I do not want to fall behind. If I do not draw my sword today, I will regret it for the rest of my life."

"Good!" The Demon Cult leader clapped his hands and laughed, "This is the demeanor of a famous sect. It's much better than those who are powerful on the outside but weak on the inside."

Hua Yukun said, "They are not timid, but they are responsible for the inheritance and dare not slack off and feel ashamed of their ancestors."

"What a joke! Do you think you are the only ones with the inheritance? My sect just popped out of a crack in the rock?"

The leader of the Demon Cult sneered, "Do you know the inheritance of my sect? My sect has been passed down for thirteen generations. The history is so profound that even if it cannot compare to Shaolin and Wudang, it is not inferior to your Huashan."

Hua Yukun looked at the Demon Cult leader and said, "I heard that you are from India?"

"That's right." said the leader of the Demon Cult.

"If that's the case, then you're a lost dog, right?" Hua Yukun sneered. "Otherwise, why didn't you develop in your hometown, but instead went to the Hexi Corridor and cut off contact with Tianzhu?"

The leader of the Demon Cult also fell silent.

A hundred years ago, the Demon Cult was not as prosperous as it is today. Although the sect had the peerless inheritance of the Divine Sword Slash, it was useless if it could not be practiced. The Demon Cult leader's martial arts could not shock the surrounding people, so he could only go far away. Until the previous generation of the Demon Cult leader adopted him in Longxi, he showed his talent at a young age. The Divine Sword Slash destroyed the sky and the earth, and he had no enemies to match him. Finally, the Demon Cult developed and expanded.

As a Han Chinese, he naturally wanted to bring the Demonic Cult into the Central Plains and let the light of God shine on the world.

Thus, the war between the Demon Cult and the Central Plains martial arts world began.

The leader of the Demon Cult raised his eyes and said, "The old gods will fall, and the new gods will shine in the world."

"The seven great sword sects and the three great gangs have ruled the Central Plains martial arts world for long enough. They have long been corrupt and decadent. The Central Plains martial arts world is like a stagnant pool of water without any ripples."

The leader of the Demon Cult said calmly, "You have long lost the original intention of your ancestors. You no longer have the glory of the past. You are just immersed in the glory of the old heritage and indulge yourself. You should have abdicated long ago."

Hua Yukun asked, "Leave it to you?"

The leader of the Demon Cult said as a matter of course, "God rules the world, purifies the world, sweeps away all filth, and builds a new world."

Hua Yukun nodded, "After all, the outcome is decided by swords and knives."

The Demon Cult leader agreed, "Indeed."

After he finished speaking, Tongtuo took a step forward and said, "Master, the other party is just an old man from the Huashan Sect. You don't need to do anything. I can chop him down with one blow!"

The leader of the Demon Cult waved his hand, signaling the Bronze Camel to retreat, "It's okay, this is a real swordsman, I'll give him a chance to draw his sword."

Hua Yukun looked at the bronze camel expressionlessly, not caring at all. He raised the yellow cloth bundle in his hand to his chest and slowly untied it.

No one said anything.

Even the leader of the Demon Cult was waiting for him quietly, so naturally no one else would urge him.

Hua Yukun untied the yellow cloth bundle layer by layer. As he untied it layer by layer, the calm aura on his body disappeared layer by layer, and the sharp sword energy emerged one by one.

He is gathering his strength.

But the leader of the demon cult still did not disturb him.

The yellow cloth bag in Hua Yukun's hand became thinner and thinner, and the sword energy on his body became sharper and sharper.

As the yellow cloth bundle was opened, an ancient long sword with a brass sheen lay quietly in his hand, with an ancient dragon head carved on the end of the hilt.

Tie Kaicheng blinked, feeling a little unexpected.

In the original novel, wasn't what Hua Yukun contained in his yellow cloth bundle an ordinary wooden stick? How come it turned into a sword this time?
Hua Yukun did not explain to Tie Kaicheng. His momentum had reached its peak at this moment.

"Thank you." Hua Yukun suddenly straightened up and looked up at the Demon Cult leader. There was a gleam of light in his eyes, and there was no trace of old age anymore. "Please teach me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the sword was unsheathed.

"choke--"

With a sound of sword ringing, Hua Yukun's sword followed the man, and the man followed the sword. The whole person seemed to have turned into a breeze on Mount Tai, seeming to be there and not there, seeming to be real and unreal, seeming to change but not changing.

Hua Yukun pointed his long sword in the air, and the movement of the sword was like an antelope hanging on a branch, leaving no trace, just like a breeze blowing. Most people in the martial arts world would be unable to block this kind of swordsmanship.

How can you block the breeze with just a sword in your hand?
The leader of the Demon Cult did not resist either. His sword was still in the scabbard, and his whole body seemed to be blown away by the wind, swaying in the breeze but not being blown by the wind.

"Is this the Thirteen Styles of Qingfeng? It is indeed a good sword technique!"

(End of this chapter)