Family Cultivation: Evergreen of the Song Family

Just as the two were surprised, Jian Ming had already stood up again, with anger surging in his body, like a volcano that could erupt at any time.

But he did not attack again. Instead, he stared at Song Lutong in front of him and said with suppressed anger: "This sword contains the true meaning of yin and yang. Is this the sword of Song Changsheng?"

Song Lutong raised his neck proudly and said, "It is the sword of my clan leader."

His attitude made Jian Ming feel extremely insulted, and he said in a cold voice: "This sword is indeed very powerful, but do you have a second sword?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly waved his sleeves, and the powerful magic power hit Song Lutong's chest, causing him to fly backwards and hit the solid wall behind him heavily, coughing up a mouthful of blood.

The gap between Foundation Establishment cultivators and Purple Mansion cultivators is so huge.

Song Lutong felt as if all the bones in his body were about to fall apart, but he still struggled to stand up. The respect on his face had completely disappeared, replaced by a strong disdain and sarcasm.

He had already seen it from the sword just now. He saw the decay and decline of a thousand-year-old sect. Compared with the thriving Song family, the Tianjian Sect was just a piece of old rotten wood that could be broken by someone with just a little force.

Once upon a time, the Tianjian Sect was the leader in swordsmanship in the Da Qi cultivation world and claimed to be the orthodox sect of swordsmanship.

Later, Bai Zimo of the Jinwu Sect suddenly appeared and became the only sword master in the Da Qi cultivation world. He also dramatically took the name "Tianjian" and plunged the reputation of Tianjian Sect, the "orthodox sword sect", into the quagmire.

Now, the great elder of the Tianjian Sect could not even resist a sword talisman refined by Song Changsheng, which shows to what extent the Tianjian Sect has declined.

Song Changsheng's sword not only injured Jian Ming's body, but also cut off the last bit of awe in Song Lutong's heart for the ancient Tianjian Sect.

The Tianjian Sect is no longer out of reach in his heart. This rotten piece of wood will sooner or later be swept into the garbage dump, and Song is destined to be the one holding the broom, and all of this will be started by his blood!
He reached out his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and patted the dust on his body. He looked at Jian Ming with disdain and said, "Kill me if you want to, why are you teasing me? Do you expect me to kneel on the ground and wag my tail to beg for mercy? Bah, Song family sons, you have always died standing up, never lived on your knees.

After I die, someone will come to Wanjian Mountain to challenge you to a sword test. I just don’t know if the dilapidated Wanjian Mountain can stop you.

Kendo, eh, is just that good. "

Song Lutong did not choose to curse loudly, and even his tone was very light, but when it fell into Jian Ming's ears, it was full of endless ridicule and insult. The anger accumulated in his heart reached its peak at this moment.

Bai Laogui, who was standing by, couldn't help but admire Song Lutong's courage when he saw this. He was using pliers to poke Jianming's lungs. He originally wanted to save his life, but now it seems that it is more realistic to keep his body intact.

Jian Ming, holding the sword, approached Song Lutong step by step. The sharp sword energy gathered with his steps. The sun was shining brightly in the sky, but the temperature around him had dropped to freezing point.

Jian Ming's expression was as cold as his sword.

"For Song Changsheng's sake, I didn't intend to take your life, but you have challenged my patience time and time again. I have changed my mind now. I will cut off your head and the heads of those little bastards inside, and personally go to Cangmang Peak to ask Song Changsheng if he has the courage to go to Wanjian Mountain to test his sword!"

After saying that, he raised the sword in his hand high.

Song Lutong slowly closed his eyes, but he sighed deeply in his heart: "Patriarch, I have done my best for your uncle..."

Just as the sword in Jianming's hand was about to fall, a loud sword chant resounded through the sky, and a slender sword with a tremendous force fell from the sky and pierced straight in front of Song Lutong. The powerful sword force contained in it burst out, forcefully separating Jianming and Song Lutong.

Song Lutong opened his eyes and looked at the sword in front of him, the handle of which was trembling slightly. A look of surprise appeared in his eyes, and he blurted out: "【Ding Jiangshan】!"

Everyone present immediately looked in the same direction in tacit understanding, and saw a young monk in a green robe, standing on a red-maned lion, appearing in the sky. He looked down at Jian Ming with deep eyes and said calmly, "Great Elder Jian Ming, you are so majestic."

Although his tone was calm, everyone present could hear the cold murderous intent hidden beneath his words.

Jian Ming's face darkened, and he said in a cold voice: "Chief Song, are you calling me to task?"

Song Changsheng said indifferently: "If you think so, then so be it. A dignified Purple Mansion cultivator, a sect elder, actually attacked a group of foundation-building juniors. You really don't even want to save your dignity. Is this what the Wushuang Sect Master taught you when he was alive?"

Hearing him mention the deceased Jian Wushuang, Jian Ming's eyes suddenly turned red, and he said angrily: "Song Changsheng, don't be so presumptuous!"

"You are the one who is presumptuous!"

Song Changsheng spoke with such eloquence that the eardrums of the people present were rumbling. He looked at Jian Ming below with contempt and said, "Aren't you going to carry the heads of my uncle and a few juniors to Cangmang Peak to test your sword with me? Now that I'm here, why don't you dare to draw your sword?"

A true swordsman should dare to draw his sword no matter what kind of enemy he faces. Song Changsheng's words deeply hurt Jian Ming, because he found that he had lost the courage to draw his sword in front of Song Changsheng.

Of course, he himself would never admit it, because this indirectly meant that he was afraid of Song Changsheng, and a swordsman should be brave and fearless, and would rather break than bend.

Qi Xuan immediately stepped forward and said, "Chief Song, the elder's previous words were just angry words spoken in anger because of this person's rude words. Why are you holding on to them?

"In detail, this matter is ultimately because your junior was too arrogant and killed three disciples of our Tianjian Sect one after another. He has a lot of blood debts. Do you still want to protect him?"

"Hahaha, what a good way of confusing right and wrong." Song Chang laughed angrily. He no longer had the mood to continue talking nonsense with them. It was useless to rely on words alone. At the critical moment, he had to rely on the sword in his hand.

He flew to the sky above the valley, looked at Jian Ming below with contempt and said, "Come up and fight with me!"

"Do you think I'm afraid of you?"

Jian Ming was as hot-tempered as fire. After being provoked repeatedly by Song Changsheng, he could not bear it any longer. He was about to step forward and fight with him.

Qi Xuan was more clear-headed, and quickly pulled Jian Ming and said, "Don't be impulsive, don't be impulsive. Song Changsheng is quite powerful. Let's wait for the sect master to lead his men here before making a long-term plan."

His words were tactful, but anyone with insight could tell that he was not optimistic about Jian Ming. After all, he couldn't even resist a sword talisman refined by Song Changsheng, so wouldn't it be asking for trouble to fight him with a sword?
You know, Song Changsheng is not famous for his swordsmanship in the Da Qi cultivation world. His strengths are the strange spiritual fire that can burn everything and his endless magical powers. Although they are both in the late Purple Mansion stage, Jian Ming doesn't even have a 10% chance of winning.

It is better to be a coward now than to be beaten and humiliated by him later.

But Jian Ming, who was in a rage, would not listen to his advice. He broke free from his hand, flew over the valley, and stood opposite Song Changsheng.

Song Changsheng waved his hand, and [Ding Jiangshan] suddenly rose into the sky like a silver dragon. The clanging sound of swords resounded through the sky, and the dazzling sword light hung down, captivating people's hearts.

His attitude was very clear. He wanted to defeat the opponent in the area where Jianming was best at, which was undoubtedly a naked insult and contempt for Jianming.

"You are so arrogant! Today I will let you know what the authentic sword art is!" "Is there an authentic sword art without a real sword master?" Song Changsheng's face was full of sarcasm, and every word he said was like a poke at Jian Ming's lungs. From the moment Jian Ming swung his sword at Song Lutong, he had no intention of letting things go peacefully today.

In order to gain space for the Song family to develop peacefully, he has been extremely patient with the Tianjian Sect over the years and has made repeated concessions. When the Tianjian Sect encountered a major change, he even took the initiative to withdraw his men from Xiangzhou in order to avoid a head-on conflict with the Tianjian Sect.

But this does not mean that the Tianjian Sect can act so recklessly and even declare in public that they will take the heads of the Song family elders and clansmen and bring them to Cangmang Peak to be punished.

This has touched upon Song Changsheng's principles and bottom line.

Song Changsheng just wanted to ask Jian Ming who gave him the courage.

Not to mention the half-dead Tianjian Sect now, even if Jian Wushuang was still alive, if he dared to carry the heads of the Song clan members to Cangmang Peak, Song Changsheng would make him never return, and at worst would start a war.

The Song family's foundation is not as good as that of the Tianjian Sect, but they are no longer the soft persimmon that can be bullied and manipulated at will. At worst, they can just go their separate ways and end up in a desperate situation.

They have never lacked the courage to fight for their lives with others. The previous tolerance was just because they felt it was unnecessary. In Song Changsheng's view, the life of every member of the tribe is precious and should not be sacrificed in vain.

But now, Jian Ming's behavior has touched the bottom line of the Song family. If the Song family does not show their sword, they will only be despised and thought to be weak and vulnerable.

"The majesty of the Heavenly Sword Sect cannot be offended. You must pay the price today!"

Jian Ming's thick eyebrows raised, he turned the sword in his hand over and slashed out directly.

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As a direct descendant of the Tianjian Sect and a cultivator in the late Purple Mansion period, he has been immersed in the way of the sword for many years and has already reached a considerable level of control over the sword intent.

This sword was like an endless river of sword energy, so powerful that even Old Ghost Bai, who had been silent below, could not help but nod his head. In the field of swordsmanship, the cultivators of the Tianjian Sect were indeed unique.

It’s a pity that there has been no Golden Elixir Master since the founder of the sect passed away, making the words “authentic Kendo” seem a bit unworthy of the name.

Facing the mighty river of sword energy in the sky, Song Changsheng was as calm as water. Using the skill of [Shrinking the Earth into an Inch], he flashed and rushed head-on.

Just when the sword was about to make contact, Song Changsheng lightly slashed with the [Ding Jiangshan] in his hand, and the mighty river of sword energy was directly cut through by the sword, turning into chaotic sword energy and dissipating.

There was a hint of shock in Jian Ming's eyes, but it was quickly concealed. He bit his tongue and poured a mouthful of hot blood on the sword. The momentum of the sword suddenly changed drastically.

"Look at the sword!"

The sword in his hand flew out and turned into a red light, tearing through the air and rushing towards Song Changsheng.

Because it was fused with Jian Ming's essence and blood, the momentum of this sword was not as great as before, but it was more sharp.

There was still no change in Song Changsheng's expression, only endless fighting spirit was rising. He just swung the sword steadily, without any skill, and there was no trace of swordsmanship at all.

Just like a woodcutter chopping wood casually.

If you ask any monk who knows something about swordsmanship to evaluate this sword, I'm afraid the only word he will get is "clumsy".

But such a "clumsy" sword easily broke Jian Ming's sword that he had used all his strength to attack.

"How is this possible?" Looking at this scene, Jian Ming could no longer conceal the shock in his heart and exclaimed in surprise.

"Is this all that Kendo Masamune is capable of?"

Song Changsheng's voice was flat, without any emotion, but Jian Ming could hear endless sarcasm and mockery in it.

"Insanity!"

Jian Ming completely exploded, holding the sword and attacking Song Changsheng regardless of anything.

The two of them were extremely fast, and they were swinging their swords wantonly in the vast battlefield in the sky.

From Song Lutong's perspective, the two of them seemed to have turned into two entangled sword beams, constantly colliding in the air. It was impossible to see their movements clearly, and one could only feel the sharp sword power emanating from them.

Even Qi Xuan, who was a Purple Mansion cultivator, could only barely see the movements of the two men but could not see the details of the fight because they were moving so fast.

The swords in their hands collide with each other dozens of times every moment.

The only person who could see the two people's actions clearly at the scene was Bai Laogui. In his eyes, Jian Ming was almost unilaterally suppressed by Song Changsheng.

Moreover, since the two men started fighting, apart from his body movements, Song Changsheng did not use any magical powers, nor did he use any other magic weapons. Instead, Jian Ming displayed his sword skills several times and also sacrificed a diamond-shaped shield.

In his opinion, Jian Ming had already lost this battle, and lost completely.

This gave him a further understanding of Song Changsheng's strength. Although he was only in the late Purple Mansion stage, ordinary Purple Mansion Great Perfection cultivators might not be his match.

Looking at the entire Da Qi cultivation world, there are only a dozen or so Purple Mansion Great Perfection cultivators.

His mind was a little dazed for a moment. When he first met Song Changsheng, he was just a young man who had just broken through the foundation-building stage. There was nothing special about him. It was not until he defeated Xia Qingxue of the Jinwu Sect and won the first place in the trial of conscience in Zhan Tianxia that he attracted his attention. However, it was just attention, and he soon forgot about him.

Who would have thought that in just a few decades, the young man who had saluted him respectfully on Tianyin Mountain had grown to the point where even he had to look up to him.

This transformation is truly regrettable.

Just as he was lost in thought, there was a sharp roar in the air. Old Ghost Bai saw a diamond-shaped shield being shattered by a sword, and then a figure with an unwilling look on his face fell rapidly from the air...

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(End of this chapter)