Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

Zhuo Ping retracted his sharp eyes, smiled slightly, and clasped his fists and said: "I am Zhuo Ping of Tianhai Sword Sect. I wonder what sects the four young masters are from?" 刬

"Fight first, then we'll talk." Xu Qingluo drew her sword from its sheath, shook it lightly, and the sword body flashed with sparkling light: "After you beat us, we can talk about sects."

"After you beat the younger ones, here comes the older ones," Zhou Yang curled his lips: "As expected of Tianhai Sword Sect, a famous sect is like this."

Zhuo Ping laughed and said: "The four of you are very powerful in swordsmanship, but did you come to our Tianhai Sword Sect because we have grievances?"

Zhou Yang sneered and said: "What do you mean by coming to your Tianhai Sword Sect? You came to us!"

"Hmm-?" Zhuo Ping's face darkened slightly, and he frowned and said: "Come to you?"

Zhou Yang said unhappily: "You Tianhai Sword Sect disciples are really arrogant and arrogant. You think we are annoying, so you want to deal with us."

Zhuo Ping turned his head and looked behind him.

Seven Tianhai Sword Sect disciples stood behind him, looking at each other in bewilderment. They were not aware of the situation at the time.

The eight people at the time were seriously injured and had all found a place to heal.

The shoulder injury seemed to be just a superficial injury, but it was crucial for a swordsman. If he was not careful and did not recover well, it would greatly affect his swordsmanship.

In addition, the shoulder was connected to the tendons, and tendon injuries were the most difficult to heal. Even with a panacea, it was not that easy.

Zhuo Ping turned back and smiled: "Then I want to apologize on behalf of the disciples. Please forgive me, four gentlemen."

Zhou Yang snorted: "Fortunately, we still have some ability to protect ourselves and our swordsmanship is okay. Otherwise, if it were someone with weaker martial arts, he would have been injured or even disabled by your Tianhai Sword Sect disciples."

"Not to the point of being disabled." Zhuo Ping shook his head.

Zhou Yang sneered: "Those eight guys are so angry that they have no place to vent. How could they let us off easily!"

Xu Qingluo said: "Otherwise, we don't have to stab your arms. If we don't let them get away from the wound, they might not give up, or even kill us and die with us. You Tianhai Sword Sect disciples, don't mess with you, don't mess with you!"

She shook her head repeatedly, with a look of disapproval on her face.

Zhuo Ping's face was ugly.

I knew that the disciples were a little impetuous and arrogant, and I tried my best to restrain them, but after all, they were only elders, not the head of the sect.

When the head of the sect Leng was there, he could still suppress them, and it was not too much. Now that the head of the sect Leng is gone, the head of the sect Zhao not only does not suppress them, but caters to them.

This makes the disciples more unscrupulous and more domineering and willful, which is really not a good thing.

It's a pity that I am an old elder and have never been trusted by Master Zhao. He has always wanted to drive me out of the position of elder and promote his own confidant.

So he didn't listen to my advice at all, but was very impatient, thinking that he was too old-fashioned and conservative.

The current Tianhai Sword Sect is no longer the Tianhai Sword Sect of Leng Feiqiong's era. It is strong enough and there is no need to hide one's strength, keep a low profile, or be depressed.

Swordsmen should move forward bravely. Without the domineering spirit of moving forward, how can they practice swordsmanship well and forge the mind of swordsmen?

As an elder, I can't go against the master, I can only stare blankly.

Now I finally see the consequences. I have provoked a powerful opponent for no reason. This is asking for trouble!

Xu Qingluo shook the sword again, and the light was bright: "Elder Zhuo, are you going to fight?"

"Okay!" Zhuo Ping suppressed his anger and regained his calm.

Once in action, the sword is the only thing that matters. All other emotions and thoughts are thrown away. The heart and the sword, the spirit and the sword are united, and the qi and the sword are united.

"Please teach me." Zhuo Ping drew his sword out of its sheath, and his spirit and energy were instantly connected with the long sword, as one.

He is the sword, and the sword is him.

The seven young men behind him suddenly became solemn, their eyes shining.

The Tianhai Sword Sect has profound sword tactics and invincible sword techniques, but sword techniques are practiced by people, not learned and practiced by seeing.

They know that they have a bright future, provided that they practice hard and practice to the level of Elder Zhuo.

Xu Qingluo looked solemn and nodded gently.

As expected of an elder of the Tianhai Sword Sect, he is much stronger than the eight young masters of the Tianhai Sword Sect in front of him.

The degree of unity of the sword and the god alone is far stronger. This is the accumulated power of time, which should not be underestimated.

"Swish!" Zhuo Ping thrust out his long sword, and a white mist seemed to appear in the void, covering the long sword, incredibly fast.

"Ding..." Xu Qingluo swung out a clear light, and the sword tips collided.

Zhuo Ping looked solemn and thrust out again.

Once the sword is wielded, there is no distraction, no sadness, no joy, no anger, no sorrow, the heart is like a sword, bravely moving forward, piercing everything. 刬

But when the tip of the sword stabbed halfway, his shoulder hurt, and then became soft and weak, and his palm could not even hold the hilt of the sword.

He knew it was not good, and hurriedly reached out with his left palm to catch the falling long sword, and was about to thrust it out, but his left shoulder also hurt, and became soft and weak again.

"Ding..." The long sword fell and trembled on the blue brick, and the bright sword body trembled weakly.

Xu Qingluo returned the sword to the sheath, clasped his fists and said: "Elder Zhuo, thank you."

Zhuo Ping's eyes moved away from his long sword, his mind was disconnected, and he looked up at Xu Qingluo with a sense of loss.

His eyes were full of scrutiny.

There are probably only a few swordsmen in the world who can reach this level, and they are definitely not unknown people. 刬

Who could it be?

He said in a deep voice: "Is it Master Leng in person?"

Xu Qingluo laughed and said: "Leng Feiqiong?"

Zhuo Ping stared at her, not blinking, not missing the slightest change in her expression.

The fact that he could stab her shoulders with two swords was because her swordsmanship was extremely fast. Moreover, she was very likely to be familiar with the swordsmanship of the Tianhai Sword School and her sword-using habits.

The only person in the world who met these two conditions was Leng Feiqiong.

Leng Feiqiong also knew the art of disguise, and it was extremely advanced. Changing into this way to tease herself was also in line with her style. 刬

A young man hurried forward, took out a porcelain bottle from his arms, and sprinkled the powder on Zhuo Ping's shoulder, which was bleeding.

Zhuo Ping ignored him and just stared at Xu Qingluo.

Chu Ling snorted, "Is Leng Feiqiong the only one with the best swordsmanship in the world?"

Zhuo Ping stared at Xu Qingluo and said, "Isn't it really Master Leng?"

Xu Qingluo smiled playfully and said, "Master? Isn't she no longer the master of Tianhai Sword Sect?"

Zhuo Ping said solemnly, "Master Leng is the former master of our sect."

"I have also heard of Leng Feiqiong for a long time. This time when I came to Shenjing, I also wanted to spar with her to see how strong her swordsmanship is." Xu Qingluo said, "Is she much stronger than you?"

Zhuo Ping said solemnly, "The difference is like heaven and earth."

Xu Qingluo nodded, "That's good. If I really have to be like you, it would be too disappointing. Tianhai Sword Sect is already disappointing enough."

Zhuo Ping's face flushed.

He felt as if he had been slapped twice.

It was really a big joke that the elder of Tianhai Sword Sect couldn't even block two swords from an unknown master.

How dare Tianhai Sword Sect call itself the best sword sect in the world?

He took a deep breath and said slowly, "Have the four young masters stayed in Shenjing?"

"We will leave tomorrow," Xu Qingluo said, "We will come back in a while, and then we will exchange some moves with Leng Feiqiong."

"Does your Tianhai Sword Sect have any more powerful swordsmen?" Zhou Yang asked.

Zhuo Ping said slowly, "Not in Shenjing City."

Zhou Yang was immediately disappointed, "Let's talk about it next time we meet."

Xu Qingluo clasped his fists, "I'm sorry I can't see you off."

Zhuo Ping slowly raised his hands and clasped his fists. It was already the limit of his strength. This movement caused the blood that had been slightly coagulated to flow out again.

He turned around and left with the seven people, sighing in his heart.

It's really not Master Leng.

After all, they have been together for so long, if it was really Master Leng, he would definitely feel it.

He felt that there was sword energy condensing on his shoulder and his injury was getting worse, so he accelerated his feet and returned to a house to start practicing to heal his injuries.

But his injuries did not ease, but worsened. Eventually, his hands could no longer move, and even his internal organs were injured. The two auras dissipated after three days, and he was already lying on the couch.

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