The melon-eating swordsman in the ancient dragon world.

Chapter 532: The Demon Sword is Unsheathed Without Blood
Hua Yukun's understanding of the Thirteen Swords of Qingfeng far exceeds Li Zhenzhen's understanding of the Liuxu sword technique.

The long sword in Hua Yukun's hand did not have a trace of worldly air. All its sharpness was integrated into the wind, wielding it in strands, appearing and disappearing, turning the impossible into the possible, like an all-pervasive breeze, blowing towards the leader of the Demon Cult.

If an ordinary person encountered this situation, he would have been stabbed by the sword without knowing it.

Even if Li Zhenzhen faced Hua Yukun, she would not be able to withstand a few of his swords. Sometimes, a slight difference would lead to defeat in an instant.

But the leader of the cult is not an ordinary person.

Although Hua Yukun's Qingfeng Thirteen Styles was powerful, it did not stab the Demon Cult leader. He was like an elf in the wind, dodging gracefully and elegantly without any drastic movements, causing Hua Yukun's sword to miss all of his targets.

The Demon Cult leader admired Hua Yukun and let him unleash thirteen swords without even touching the corner of his clothes.

When Hua Yukun's momentum was still not weakening, his eyes became fierce, he held the knife in his backhand, and said in a cold voice, "I said, it's a pity for you to meet me!"

As soon as the words fell, a knife light appeared among the soft sword light.

"choke--"

The light of the knife reflected in Hua Yukun's eyes. He did not see how the Demon Cult leader drew the knife, but he knew that the Demon Cult leader had drawn the knife, and the next moment it would be on his head.

But Hua Yukun did not block it. The sword in his hand still blew towards the throat of the demon leader like a breeze.

Among the Thirteen Qingfeng Styles, there is never an absolute defensive move.

But he was not as fast as the Demon Cult leader. When the tip of his sword was three inches away from the Demon Cult leader, the Demon Cult leader's scimitar had already reached his head.

But just as the Demon Cult leader was about to chop down, a sharp sword energy suddenly appeared behind him.

The leader of the evil cult was horrified.

Logically speaking, with his martial arts skills, he wouldn't care if ordinary people stood by and watched. Even if a hundred mediocre people surrounded him, he would kill whoever they wanted.

In his eyes, Zen Master Tianming, Taoist Master Yuzhu, Flying Eagle Swordsman, Master Pingxin and so on are such people.

So he dueled with Hua Yukun without any hesitation, and was ready to kill Hua Yukun without any hesitation, and he didn't care whether these people would help him or not.

But this sword energy is different.

The leader of the Demon Cult had a premonition that if he completed this sword strike and split Hua Yukun in half, the sword energy would definitely attack his heart meridian at the moment he took a breath after the sword strike.

Master! Top master!
The leader of the Demon Cult wanted to take back his divine sword, but he couldn't take it back completely because he had no experience in putting away a sword. No one had ever been able to make him put away a sword, and no one had ever been able to threaten him when he drew his sword.

"Ding!"

"Crack!"

Hua Yukun suddenly stopped and the sword in his hand stopped in mid-air.

The next moment, the long sword that had accompanied him for decades suddenly broke from the tip of the sword about one-third of the way down, and the tip of the sword fell to the ground.

At the same time, a stream of bright red blood flowed down Hua Yukun's forehead.

Although he was not cut in half by the divine sword, he was still injured by the sword energy.

The Demon Cult leader tried his best to retract a small part of the divine sword and cut off Hua Yukun's sword, but he also left room for him to recover, leaving no chance for the master behind him to take advantage.

After the knife fell, the leader of the Demon Cult did not put away the knife, but turned around and looked behind him.

Then he saw Tie Kaicheng.

"Is it you?" The demon cult leader's eyes narrowed.

"It's me." Tie Kaicheng smiled. He finally became a master of raiding, and it felt pretty good. He experienced Shangguan Jinhong's happiness.

The leader of the Demon Cult stared at Tie Kaicheng.

He could tell from Li Zhenzhen's swordsmanship that Tie Kaicheng's martial arts skills must be good, otherwise he would not have allowed Sun Xingyu to serve him wholeheartedly. So out of his love for talent, he wanted to recruit Tie Kaicheng into the Demon Sect.

But he never expected that Tie Kaicheng could actually threaten him!
The fierce sword energy just now could not be faked, but at the same time, it also violated the dignity of the Divine Religion.

"You know, under the divine sword, no one can survive." said the leader of the Demon Cult.

"I heard about it." Tie Kaicheng said with a smile.

"He was the first one." The Demon Cult leader pointed at Hua Yukun, and then said to Tie Kaicheng, "Because of you."

Hua Yukun looked at the broken sword in his hand and felt like he had aged a few years.

In the Huashan Sect camp, Xie Fenghuang had already rushed out, grabbed Hua Yukun, and with trembling hands and eyes full of worry and fear, helped Hua Yukun stop the bleeding and bandage the wound.

"I'm fine. Tie Zong's escort leader helped me. I only suffered minor skin injuries." Hua Yukun sighed, "But I lost again."

"If you lose, then you lose. The leader of the Demon Cult is extremely talented. Three of the seven major sword sects have died under his sword. It's not surprising that you lost."

Xie Fenghuang gave some advice, and the hand holding Hua Yukun became more stable. She looked at Tie Kaicheng with gratitude.

Tie Kaicheng smiled and nodded to Hua Yukun and his wife, then turned to the leader of the Demon Cult, "Although Mrs. Hua has a bad temper and Mr. Hua is stubborn, it is not a capital crime anyway. It would be too cruel for you to just cut him in half."

Xie Fenghuang couldn't help but smile bitterly. She didn't expect that her reputation for having a bad temper would spread to the Red Flag Escort Agency.

She pulled Hua Yukun back slowly, looking at him with tenderness in her eyes, "I will never lose my temper again."

Hua Yukun held her hand and said, "Although you have a bad temper, you just speak your mind. There is no one in the world who is more straightforward and kind than you."

Xie Fenghuang's face turned red, "You old man, what nonsense you are talking about, don't let your friends laugh at you."

The relationship between Hua Yukun and Xie Fenghuang was enviable, and Tie Kaicheng's words were hilarious, but everyone couldn't relax at all at this moment. Instead, they were holding their heads high and staring at the leader of the Demon Cult.

Because the Demon Cult leader changed from being indifferent and nonchalant before to being gloomy and unhappy now.

When the owner of the magic sword is unhappy, the magic sword will drink blood.

But everyone looked at Tie Kaicheng with shock. Only then did they realize that Tie Kaicheng's martial arts might be even higher than they had imagined.

The leader of the Demon Cult looked at Tie Kaicheng and said, "When the divine sword is unsheathed, it must be stained with blood."

Tie Kaicheng pointed at Hua Yukun's forehead and said, "It's already stained with blood."

"Not enough!" the Demon Cult leader said firmly.

Tie Kaicheng asked, "What is enough?"

The leader of the Demon Cult said coldly, "It will not be enough until someone dies!"

Tie Kaicheng blinked and continued to ask, "Then why didn't you say that once the divine sword is unsheathed, it must kill people?"

“Because it doesn’t sound good.”

The Demon Cult leader smiled slightly, reached out and stroked the scimitar, brushed across the line of words carved on the handle, and said leisurely, "The sound of blood spraying is like continuous spring rain, this is the best sound."

The Demon Cult leader looked at Tie Kaicheng and said, "Since you saved Hua Yukun, you should take his place."

(End of this chapter)