Fairies Are Fierce

Chapter 354 Are you worthy of being called Little Sword Demon?

The setting sun is like blood.

As a figure appeared, the crowd on the street outside Bafangzhai fell silent, but for a moment, there was a bit more of a chilling atmosphere as if the rain was coming and the wind was filling the building.

At the street entrance, Twelve Lang was wearing a gray robe, holding a silver sword upside down. With sharp eyes, he looked at the figure outside the three-story building. He was silent and exuding an aura that made all the pedestrians around him stop and follow. Looking back:

"Is it Twelve Lang?"

"How did he come out?!"

"The one outside Bafangzhai is..."

…

The monks whispered in the pavilions and shops, and the swordsmen and fairies walking on the street carefully retreated to both sides of the street, looking back and forth between Juejianya Twelve Lang and the unknown handsome young master.

Above Bafangzhai, Bao Xiangyang, who was watching from behind the window, looked particularly excited.

Zuo Lingquan's identity has been exposed. He followed Lord Peach Blossom to Juejian Cliff. There was no need to hide it. When he walked to this street, he was recognized by Bao Xiangyang, who had been looking for his 'idol'.

Bao Xiangyang didn't know that Zuo Lingquan was injured and thought that if the two sides wanted to fight, they should fight outside Bafangzhai. Bafangzhai would also be able to follow suit in the future, so he told the Jue Sword Immortal Sect.

At this time, Twelve Lang came over. Just by looking at the scene, he knew that the war was about to break out. Bao Xiangyang adjusted the flowers in the mirror, not daring to show his anger, and stared at the two people on both sides of the street intently.

Zuo Lingquan's reaction did not disappoint Bao Xiangyang and Chu Yi, the Black Cliff Sword Demon who was watching intently.

Under the ivy stone steps of Bafangzhai, Zuo Lingquan and Jing Xun were walking side by side, while Xie Qiutao was quietly picking up dumplings behind her because of her small breasts.

Sensing the sharp look in their eyes, both women frowned.

Zuo Lingquan turned his head and looked at the figure standing in the middle of the street. He was dissatisfied with the bellicose gaze and said calmly:

"What are you looking at?"

The tone is naturally not friendly.

Behind Bafangzhai is the wealthy Eight-Armed Xuanmen. The shop is located on the busiest street of Xianjia Market, and there are many pedestrians on both sides of the street.

The monks who can come here are not only swordsmen but also interested in swords. They all recognize the unsheathed swordsman on the street from his appearance.

Hearing Zuo Lingquan's response, many people took a breath:

"Who is this? Speaking so arrogantly outside Juejian Cliff?"

"He doesn't know Twelve Lang?"

"This arrogant tone...why does it sound a bit like the sword demon Zuo Ci?"

! !

As soon as these words came out, the monks on the street suddenly understood and had no doubts about this.

Because among the sword cultivators who came to Juejian Cliff, except for the newly emerged ‘Sword Demon’, no one dared to speak so rudely in front of the ‘Little Sword Demon’.

All the surprised monks turned into surprises in an instant, and the noise spread out at an extremely fast speed. But in the blink of an eye, monks from afar came flying towards them - this was still in the market where "you can't walk over your head" Under the restrictions of the rules, if you can control the wind, I am afraid that the crowds arriving in an instant can block the setting sun in the sky.

The opening remark confirmed the identity of the "sword demon"; everyone's eyes naturally focused on the "little sword demon" Twelve Lang, and his eyes changed from awe to weirdness.

The monks onlookers naturally hope that Twelve Lang will say, "What are you looking at?" ’, and then started fighting directly.

But Twelve Lang stood outside his own sect, no matter how dissatisfied and dissatisfied, he had to consider the sect's tolerance. Facing Zuo Lingquan's 'inquiry', Twelve Lang held his sword upside down and cupped his fists:

"The Twelve Masters of Juejianya, are you the sword demon Zuo Ci?"

Xie Qiutao is extremely well-informed and has been reading all kinds of Immortal Gate gossip in the attic these days. When she heard the name, her eyes lit up, and she quietly moved behind Zuo Lingquan:

"Twelve Lang is the leader of Juejianya. It seems that his swordsmanship is similar to yours. Recently, he was dubbed a 'little sword demon' by the Taoist..."

As soon as Zuo Lingquan heard this, he understood that the other party was here to save 'face'. After he came to Huajunzhou, he knew a lot about masters of swordsmanship. Because the style of swordsmanship was similar, he was often compared with Twelve Lang, so he had heard of it.

But in the past, I just laughed it off.

Seeing Twelve Lang approaching the door, Zuo Lingquan looked indifferently:

"So what?"

The monks on both sides of the street, and even Bao Xiangyang on the second floor, even though they were already familiar with Zuo Lingquan's tone, they still found it pleasing to the eye to see this 'blind sword cliff' attitude.

Twelve Lang was obviously dissatisfied with Zuo Lingquan's attitude, and frowned, but he didn't do anything directly, and said first:

"Recently, Zuo Jianxian is in the limelight, and everyone on and off Juejianya knows it. Since Juejianya is here, it is an old custom to make friends with martial arts. I don't know if Zuojian would dare to fight?"

Everyone thought this was nonsense—the sword demon Zuo Ci didn't dare to fight, so was he still a sword demon?

But they still underestimated Zuo Lingquan.

Without raising his eyebrows, Zuo Lingquan gestured to Absolute Sword Cliff behind him:

"You are too young, go back and practice for a few more years, now you want to make friends with martial arts, so call your master."

As soon as this remark came out, the monks on the street were obviously startled.

Bao Xiangyang on the second floor of the library took a breath even though he was mentally prepared:

"Does Zuo Jianxian not know who Master Twelfth Lang is? This is probably going too far..."

Chu Yi, the black cliff sword ghost in the water curtain, looked serious:

"We may not be able to figure out the talent and comprehension of the sword demon, maybe he is telling the truth... But calling the 'backup sword god' Mu Cloud Mountain to come out is a bit crazy..."

Not only outsiders, but also Xie Qiutao was a little shocked and quickly reminded in a low voice:

"Twelve Lang's master is the sword-wielding elder of Juejianya..."

Zuo Lingquan was unmoved.

However, this move was not about arrogance, but rather a lack of fear.

What about the sword-wielding elder? Who wouldn't he dare to fight in a duel outside the sect? If the old swordsman came out, he would dare to draw his sword and give it a try.

It is an opportunity to learn from a stronger person, and he can learn something even if he loses. He is very happy to win it; he is not even interested in drawing his sword when fighting with an opponent in the same realm as Twelve Lang.

Under the spotlight, Twelve Lang saw that the other party's tone was so arrogant, even to the point of being 'rude', so he naturally lowered his raised hand, curled up his sword, and pointed the sword's edge diagonally at the ground:

"Brother Zuo seems to be too young and doesn't know the depth of the sword. I would like to ask my master for advice. It depends on your own abilities. Now you and I will settle our private matters first. I, Twelve Lang, have been famous for nearly twenty years, and Brother Zuo has just emerged. Just because you and I have similar swordsmanship, I have been nicknamed the 'Little Sword Demon' by many Fellow Daoists. Swordsmen only strive for the first place, so there is no reason to be inferior to others without fighting; since Zuo Jianxian has come to Juejian Cliff, then Who is greater and who is younger must be decided with a sword.”

Zuo Lingquan turned around and faced Twelve Lang across the long street with calm eyes:

"I only treat the nickname 'Sword Demon' as a joke. Outsiders can call it whatever they want. But if you take it seriously and argue with me about it, I can only remind you: you are fighting with me because of your swordsmanship. You are similar in appearance, and being called the 'Little Sword Demon' is being compared to me. I don't think you have tarnished my reputation, which is already considered polite. If you really think that there is only one word 'little' between you and me, then you are too Take yourself seriously.”

"Wow——"

There were exclamations of surprise in the street, and even many elders of the sect had expressions of astonishment.

This remark is equivalent to saying "Twelve Lang despises him for carrying shoes", it is no longer crazy, it is not treating Twelve as a human being at all,

Bao Xiangyang, who was on the second floor of the study building, slapped his knee suddenly, and immediately said, "Absolutely!".

Above Absolute Sword Cliff, thousands of sword cultivators were watching from a distance, and when they heard the words, they burst into foul language.

Mu Cloud Mountain, who was standing in the welcome booth, stood with his hands behind his back and frowned:

"Cui Fellow Daoist, did you not tell this junior what is this place?"

Zhao Linglong’s pretty face was also a little unhappy:

"There is no other swordsman in history who is so crazy in Juejian Cliff. If he says this, if he can't beat him later, Dongzhou will lose his face completely."

Lord Peach Blossom already knew Zuo Lingquan very well, but he was still a little shocked when he heard this:

"Hmm... As a young man, it's normal to be angry."

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At the street entrance, Twelve Lang stood with a sword in his hands, his eyes full of anger.

As a swordsman who has realized the 'Sword One', how can he not be arrogant in his heart? Ancestor Huang Chao called him a waste, but he was convinced. Zuo Lingquan, a new generation of his generation, has the right to humiliate him with such a tone. ?

Twelve Lang raised his head slightly and said coldly:

"Is it the style of a swordsman to humiliate others with his surname Zuo? Do you dare to speak with a sword?"

Zuo Lingquan frowned, and pressed the hilt of Xuanming Sword:

"I have always been polite, and I never rely on humiliating my opponents to win the battle. I am telling the truth. But sometimes the truth is not pleasant, and it is not surprising that people regard it as humiliation."

With the hand pressing the hilt, the tense atmosphere in the market climbed to the apex.

Everyone looked at the calm Zuo Lingquan and the enraged Twelve Lang with fear.

Originally, the two sides were competing for the size of the 'Sword Demon', but when it came to this matter, it was no longer that simple.

After the battle, Zuo Lingquan lost and was completely ruined, turning into an arrogant and foolish young man. Twelve Lang lost, and probably changed from a 'little sword demon' to a 'little Yakuza'.

Twelve Lang stopped talking, and all the expressions on his face calmed down, turning into silence. An indestructible and sharp Sword Intent climbed up at the street entrance, as if his figure was rapidly enlarging, slowly suppressing everything on the street. noisy.

Zuo Lingquan's calm expression remained unchanged. He took a step forward, but Jing Xun next to him took his arm:

"Xiao Zuo, you..."

Zuo Lingquan tilted his head and smiled and continued to move forward.

Zuo Lingquan is injured, but so what?

When it was time to draw his sword, Zuo Lingquan would not use his injuries as an excuse to avoid fighting.

In the face of a life-and-death battle, your opponent will not wait for you to recover from your injuries. Even if you lose your limbs, you must find ways to go all out.

Zuo Lingquan's injuries have mostly healed. Even if he only has one breath left, he can still use his remaining breath to reach his peak glory for a moment.

But facing Twelve Lang in the same situation, a moment was enough.

Tread Tread——

Steady steps, stepping on the ivy-patterned street bricks.

As Zuo Lingquan, who was wearing a white young master's robe, walked slowly, a sharp edge suddenly rose and pointed between everyone's eyebrows, making the monks who were only a few feet away feel terrified and took a few steps back.

Two Sword Intents met in mid-air, pressing on everyone's heads.

It was also at this time that everyone discovered the differences between two swordsmen with similar abilities.

Bao Xiangyang frowned and said: "The Sword Intent is almost as tyrannical. Why do I feel that Zuo Jianxian is more terrifying? Well... it's like being pointed at the center of the eyebrow with a sword, and you will die suddenly..."

Chu Yi, the Black Cliff Sword Demon, was watching the live broadcast in Thunder Bluff. He couldn't feel it. His face was full of heart-wrenching emotions. He wanted to get out of the water curtain to feel and taste it carefully.

On Juejian Cliff, Mu Cloud Mountain said:

"The two are indeed very similar, but judging from the Sword Intent, they are very different."

As for the difference, it's hard to describe Sword Intent, but it's just different.

Twelve Lang showed his sharpness, which made people feel that his throat would be blocked by a sword in the next moment, and he wanted to dodge but couldn't dodge.

And Zuo Lingquan pointed his sword between the eyebrows, telling you clearly - don't think about anything, you are already dead!

The key to this difference lies in the word 'quasi'.

Under the setting sun like blood, two figures stood at a distance of hundreds of feet.

Twelve Lang holds a silver saber in his right hand, and lightly lifts the Jue Jue with his left hand. It can be seen that there is a breeze lingering around his legs and limbs, blowing his robe.

Zuo Lingquan was as immobile as a mountain, he didn't hold it up, his right hand was placed on the hilt of the sword, and he made a forward movement of drawing the sword, other than that, there was nothing unusual.

This nuance, in the eyes of an Immortal Lord like the old sword god, has already been judged.

But all the living beings on and off the cliff obviously haven't seen the details of the two sides, and just waited with bated breath.

This waiting is only half an interest time.

Both of them followed the "quick sword" method, pursuing a one-shot kill beyond the limit of the opponent's physical reaction. There was no need to find the opponent's flaws, and whoever was slow would die.

Sa——

He only heard two shrill sword sounds that merged into one, resounding throughout the entire street.

The two figures disappeared from the spot at the same time. Ninety-nine percent of the people present could not see the details clearly. The remaining experts on the mountain had horrified eyes.

Because the two of them took action at the same time, and when they met in the middle of the street, their sprint distance was exactly the same, and their speeds were even the same!

But there is a difference.

Twelve Lang didn't want the scabbard, just to increase the speed of drawing the sword to the limit.

As for Zuo Lingquan, he drew his sword and thrust forward. How he drew the sword was probably only visible to those present.

What's more, the experts present and even Twelve Lang were still behind in horror.

Twelve Lang went all out without reservation, increased his speed to the limit, and stabbed the charging white-robed swordsman.

The posture of Zuo Lingquan's forward thrust is almost exactly the same as that of Zuo Lingquan, because this is the optimal solution for the human race to push the speed to the limit. If you want to reach this step, you can only draw the sword like this. The name of Jianyi's "Dulong" comes from This kind of single dragon goes out to sea with an unstoppable sword force.

Finding that the opponent was as fast as him, Twelve Lang was determined. Since they were both at the same physical limit, after the two "Sword 1" moves, the two of them would surely perish together. This game could only be a draw.

But immediately, Twelve Lang's eyes showed surprise.

Because his sword pierced Zuo Lingquan's heart; and Zuo Lingquan's sword pierced his sword tip!

Zuo Lingquan cannot be faster than Twelve Lang due to his physical limitations, but there is another word "accurate" in his kendo philosophy - use the fastest speed to stab in the most accurate place!

Zuo Lingquan didn't take Twelve Lang seriously in the past, just because he had heard about Twelve Lang's life.

Twelve Lang only wanted speed. In order to reach the limit of his physical body, he used the 'Wind Technique' in advance to force himself to the top of the same mountain.

There is no problem with this method. When encountering an opponent of the same realm, it is indeed a matter of seconds with a sword. He can be said to be "sword one", and even does not hesitate to "injure the enemy a thousand times and damage yourself eight hundred". The ability to break through the limit is better than Zuo Lingquan Still fast.

But so what?

When Zuo Lingquan was subjected to the 'Wind and Thunder Curse' by Lord Peach Blossom, he already understood that when the speed exceeds the body's carrying capacity, it is destined to be unable to maintain 'accuracy'.

There is no difference between this method and slower opponents, but when facing an opponent like him who relies on physical strength to push his body to the limit, this difference is the difference between life and death!

Ding--

An almost harsh sound!

A strong wave of air suddenly erupted in the middle of the street. Black and green sword energy exploded at the same time, instantly cutting off the long street and splitting the houses on both sides into two.

A few unlucky guys were pulled away by an unknown expert and passed by the sword energy. When they realized what they were doing, their faces turned pale with fear and they sat directly on the ground.

The remaining monks, even if they stared intently, only saw two sword lights flashing away.

After a muffled sound of sword energy exploding, Zuo Lingquan, dressed in white robe, stopped at the street intersection where Twelve Lang was standing just now. He slowly put the sword into the scabbard as usual, but halfway through, he suddenly raised his hand to cover it. He closed his mouth and nose and coughed twice:

"Ahem——"

The coughing sound was low, but people in the whole neighborhood heard it. They could tell that they had suffered internal injuries, and their expressions couldn't help but be shocked:

"this……"

"Zuo Jianxian lost?"

Bao Xiangyang's face turned pale, and he was a little scared and helpless. He looked like he didn't believe it at all. He saw his famous idol collapse like this.

jingle --

Just a moment after the muffled cough, the crisp sound of the long sword falling on the green bricks woke everyone up again.

Countless monks on the street turned to look, only to find that the smoke and dust had cleared in the middle of the street. Twelve Lang, dressed in gray robe, stood blankly in the middle of the street, looking forward, his eyes blank.

"What...is going on?"

"Who's winning?"

…

On the quiet street, there were some whispers of surprise, but the result was not clear for a while.

Most of the thousands of sword cultivators at Juejian Cliff were at a loss. Only a few experts at the top of the mountain were shocked, while others shook their heads.

Mu Cloud Mountain's slightly dissatisfied expression turned into silence. After looking at the surprised Lord Peach Blossom next to him, he turned and left the welcome pavilion.

The markets on both sides of the Jianjiang River seemed to have frozen, and everyone was looking at the two people with their backs to each other on the street, confused.

After Zuo Lingquan coughed twice, he slowly put the sword back into its scabbard and looked back:

"I asked you to go back and practice for a few more years. Do you believe it now?"

"Oh..."

As soon as these words came out, the monks present finally understood the outcome, but they still couldn't understand why the sword demon Zuo Ci seemed to be more injured than Twelve Lang despite winning the battle.

Twelve Lang looked down at the sword that fell to the ground, feeling a little lost because he had just understood clearly why his ancestor called him a 'waste'.

Because compared to the true pinnacle of swordsmanship, he is just an ant who has just learned to walk and thinks he can have a bird's eye view of the world.

The sword just now was very fast, and the first sword was indeed evenly matched, no one was slower than the other.

Zuo Lingquan aimed at the tip of his sword. When his speed reached the extreme, he tried his best to deflect and stagger, so that both sides would be injured and draw a tie. However, the tip of the sword seemed to be bitten by the opponent. No matter how hard he tried, he still ended up colliding. up.

Although the two swords collided and it was still a tie, the gap between them was already obvious - even if he had the 'Sword One' and fought Zuo Lingquan a hundred times, the best result would be a tie.

When Zuo Lingquan fights him, the worst case scenario is a tie.

As long as Twelve Lang misses his sword, he will have no chance to succeed.

Zuo Lingquan didn't even bother to use another sword to humiliate him, but after the two swords connected, he rushed past him when he was unable to defend himself.

This last blow was enough to kill him a hundred times.

Twelve Lang was stunned for a long time, and the monks watching were also silent. It was not until Zuo Lingquan was about to leave that Twelve Lang woke up, turned around and said in disbelief:

"Are you wounded?"

"Wow..."

As soon as he finished speaking, all the monks watching showed expressions of disbelief.

Zuo Lingquan was coughing just now. They thought it was because they didn't get hit during the sparring session, and they were still wondering about the outcome.

Injured?

Even though he was injured, he still dared to challenge Twelve Lang in a one-on-one duel, but Twelve Lang couldn't beat him. How could this be called a close match? The difference between cloud and mud is almost the same...

Amid everyone's surprised gazes, Zuo Lingquan walked back from across the street with a calm expression:

"Whether I'm wounded or not, the result is the same. Your talent is not bad, so don't give up on yourself. If you practice for a few more decades, you might really be worthy of the word 'little sword demon'."

These words were still so crazy that no one thought it was inappropriate to say them after the war.

Twelve Lang himself heard it, and even felt that it was comforting him—even if the injury did not affect his performance, judging from what he had just seen, he would never be able to catch up with the sword demon in his life.

Since he is so far out of reach, how can he be worthy of the word ‘little sword demon’?

Tread Tread——

In complete silence, Zuo Lingquan passed by Twelve Lang, returned to the entrance of Bafangzhai, and continued walking into the building.

Speaking of which, the time of a sword was only a blink of an eye, but this moment changed the entire atmosphere of Juejian Cliff.

If it weren't for the old sword god behind the mountain who was the Dinghaishen Needle, the mood of the thousands of disciples at Juejian Cliff might not be much better than at Luojian Mountain.

Just as Zuo Lingquan stepped onto the steps, a voice broke the silent atmosphere outside Juejian Cliff:

"Boy."

The voice was vicissitudes of life and gentle, but it carried a pressure that made Jiuzhou tremble. It instantly made everyone on the mountain and down the mountain hold their breath.

Zuo Lingquan looked around in a blink of an eye, but saw an old man in a gray robe standing in a viewing pavilion on the top of Juejian Cliff. He couldn't see his face clearly, but he was looking at him from afar.

"Wow! Old Sword God..."

Xie Qiutao, who was following him, was startled and almost jumped up. He realized that the situation was wrong and quickly covered his mouth.

The reactions of all the remaining monks were almost the same as Xie Qiutao's, because it was normal for an Immortal Lord like the Old Sword God not to appear in public for hundreds of years.

In the past, when sword cultivators sparred and met very amazing juniors, the old sword god would at most comment on the back mountain, telling outsiders that this was the first time everyone had seen such a scene of directly appearing on the top of the mountain.

Although this 'boy' sounds a bit crazy, if the sword god is not crazy, who else is worthy of being crazy?

Being able to talk face to face is enough to demonstrate the potential of the sword demon Zuo Ci. Even Zhao Linglong, Mu Cloud Mountain and others were surprised that the ancestor was so motivating to a junior.

Patriarch Huang Chao and Patriarch Shangguan are on the same level. Zuo Lingquan, no matter how sloppy he is, will not be so sloppy that he doesn't pay attention to those who stand at the top of the world. He turns around and raises his hand in a salute:

"Senior Huang."

The old man stood on the top of the mountain, his voice neither happy nor angry:

"The Sword Washing Pool cannot be lent to you, you have to find your own way out."

People up and down Juejian Cliff were a little confused when they heard this and didn't understand what it meant.

As for Zuo Lingquan, who was standing outside the library, because he had heard Lord Peach Blossom and Patriarch Shangguan talk a lot, he understood the meaning of Patriarch Huang Chao’s words:

For Patriarch Huang Chao to make a special appearance and speak to him in person, he recognized his swordsmanship and praised him very much.

The reason why he didn't borrow the sword-washing pool was because he insisted on the 'way in his heart' and couldn't reassure Patriarch Huang Chao, so he wouldn't help.

The Tao in Zuo Lingquan's heart is his own Tao. He does not need others to reassure him. It is enough for Shangguan Patriarch to believe in him.

Since Huang Chao Ancestor couldn't do it conveniently, Zuo Lingquan naturally wouldn't force it and gave him a bow:

"Understood."

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(end of this chapter)