The Emperor Comes to the Heavens

Chapter 24 Planting the Haze
Zuo Lengchan flew upside down by a terrifying force, his face changed in shock, his eyes were quick and his hands were quick, the long sword in his left hand pierced into the Fengchan platform, and barely stopped at the edge of the Fengchan platform after a few steps.

Just one step away from falling to the Fengchan Stage, the position of the head of the Five Sacred Mountains will be handed over, and the layout and planning of these years will also be used as a wedding dress for others.

Taking a deep breath, Zuo Lengchan glanced at the numb left palm, and fear flashed in his eyes.

Although he knew that the latter had strong internal strength and could break a long sword with two fingers, it still exceeded his expectations.

He is based on the true energy of ice, his palms are as strong as yin and cold, and his moves are magnificent and broad, and it is obvious that someone in the world can hold them.

But this kid's internal force is very strange, when he made a move, he didn't sense a single wave of internal force, and it was fierce and fierce, dispelling the icy cold air in an instant, it was so terrifying.

If he hadn't retracted his palm quickly and turned attack into defense, maybe his left hand would have been useless.

Around, the disciples of various sects gasped as they looked at the Fengchan Terrace which was covered with cracks. The internal strength of these two people was so terrifying that they devastated the hard stone platform.

Looking at the calm Qingxuan, Mr. Mo Da stroked his beard and smiled warmly.

Yue Buqun squinted his eyes for Huashan sect's position, his eyes were full of fear, he knew that Zuo Lengchan's palm technique was powerful, and he could rival Ren Woxing of the Sun Moon Sect.

However, in the hands of the young man on the Fengchan Stage, he fell into a disadvantage.

The position of the Wuji Sword Sect, Dongfang Baimei stared at the Fengchantai, Qingxuan's strength was unfathomable, and Zuo Lengchan didn't show his full strength, it should be testing.

On the stage, Zuo Lengchan came back to his senses, took a few steps forward and pulled out the long sword, and said, "Master Qingxuan's internal strength is so strong that he might rank first in the Jianghu. Zuo admires it, but he doesn't know how to use swordsmanship?"

Glancing at the long sword that Qingxuan had been holding in his hand, Zuo Lengchan smiled.

After some trials just now, the latter's internal strength is unfathomable. Since he can't take advantage of the internal strength, he will compete with anyone whose swordsmanship is stronger. With his attainments in swordsmanship, he has never been afraid of anyone.

Around the Fengchan Terrace, Yue Buqun's brows twitched wildly, thinking of Qingxuan's elusive swordsmanship half a year ago, he still had lingering fears in his heart.

Now that half a year has passed, I'm afraid his swordsmanship won't stay where it is.

Ning Zhong and Yue Lingshan looked at Zuo Lengchan strangely, and finally shook their heads slightly, not daring to jump to conclusions.

Glancing at Zuo Lengchan, how could Qingxuan not know that Zuo Lengchan was setting him up, but the latter seemed to be too blindly confident.

"My sect is called the Wuji Sword Sect, and my swordsmanship is naturally no worse than any other sect. Since the leader of the left alliance wants to learn, I am willing to accompany you."

"Okay, if the head of Qingxuan can win Zuo's sword, the position of head of the Five Sacred Mountains will be yours."

As he spoke, Zuo Lengchan raised his sword over the top, bowed his body, his inner strength surged, he stomped his footsteps, and his figure burst out.

I saw his left hand stretched out, and his right hand swept the long sword to the right, quickly slashing towards Qingxuan's waist.

Songshan swordsmanship is formidable, dignified and majestic, known for its majesty, like a galloping army of thousands of horses, with spears and halberds, thousands of miles of yellow sand.

"Good swordsmanship."

With a low murmur, Qingxuan held the sword in his right hand and put it on his waist. With the sound of clanging metal, Zuo Lengchan's long sword slashed on the scabbard, and sparks flew out immediately.

Zuo Lengchan was startled, the murderous intent in his heart surged, the long sword slashed from left to right, galloping forward with vigor and majesty.

Qingxuan moved his footsteps, and his figure stepped back a few steps, passing by the icy sword blade.

Stabilizing his figure, Qingxuan Gujing Wubo's eyes gradually became colder, and his voice was clear and clear, and said: "I have already seen the swordsmanship of the Songshan School..."

Zuo Lengchan frowned, keenly sensing the change of Qingxuan's aura, his heartstrings tensed in an instant.

Around the Fengchan Terrace, Dongfang Bai's eyes were fixed on Qingxuan. She had experienced this move before, and the speed was as fast as thunder, faster than herself who had practiced the Sunflower Canon.

Yu Canghai, Yue Buqun and the others clenched their palms tightly and held their breath. It was the oppressive atmosphere that day.

"Master Zuo, this is the Wuji Sword Sect's swordsmanship, you have to watch it."

After all, Qingxuan's right hand was already on the hilt of the sword, but he did not pull out the sword for a long time.

"Pretend to be a ghost."

Seeing this, Zuo Lengchan's eyes flashed with confusion, his inner strength burst out, and the sword was like a rainbow, and the cold blade pointed directly at Qingxuan's throat.

Suddenly, the light cloud on Qingxuan's face faded away, replaced by a serious look.

"Yin-"

In an instant, following the sound of the long sword being unsheathed, a sharp aura shot up into the sky, and then passed into Zuo Lengchan's ears.

In everyone's line of sight, only a dazzling cold light flashed, as if the bright light that illuminated the night.

"Pfft..."

In the next second, scarlet blood spurted out, staining half of Fengchan Terrace red.

Zuo Lengchan's pupils constricted violently, holding the long sword in his hand, he looked down at his blood-stained clothes with difficulty.

"Uh uh!"

It seemed that he wanted to speak, but a coolness entered his throat, causing Zuo Lengchan to swallow the words, and lay down on his back with despair and unwillingness in his eyes.

"Oh!"

The body fell on the Fengchan platform, a cloud of dust was stirred up, blood flowed, and finally lost its vitality.

The entire area around the Fengchan Terrace fell into dead silence instantly, the air was extremely oppressive, and the sound of gasping for air could be heard from all sects.

Yu Canghai and Yue Buqun secretly swallowed their saliva. They could only hear the sound of the sword being drawn just now, and they couldn't follow it with their naked eyes.

Half a year ago, they could barely keep up with the latter's sword drawing speed, but after half a year, the latter's growth rate was completely beyond imagination.

In their eyes, Qingxuan just put his right hand on the hilt of the sword, but he didn't move it. They didn't react until the sound of the sword being unsheathed and Zuo Lengchan fell into a pool of blood.

That's true of them, let alone others.

The eyes of Lin Pingzhi, Yue Lingshan and other disciples were full of fear, they couldn't believe that the dignified head of Songshan School died inexplicably.

The sword just now completely planted a thick haze in the hearts of people from all factions, and it will not disperse.

"Now, you have seen our school's swordsmanship."

On the Fengchan platform, Qingxuan stood with his hands behind his back, the long sword still held in his right hand, his eyes glanced at Zuo Lengchan who was lying in a pool of blood, there was no wave in the ancient well.

After finishing speaking, Qingxuan glanced around, fixed his eyes on Yue Buqun, and said calmly: "Now, who else wants to learn my sword skills?"

Being stared at by Qing Xuan, Yue Buqun's heart speeded up, and a forced smile appeared on his face.

"Master Qingxuan was joking, don't talk about asking for advice, Yue didn't even see when the sword was unsheathed just now, as I said before, whoever has the best swordsmanship is the head of the Five Sacred Mountains, and this position must be the head of Qingxuan belongs to."

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(End of this chapter)