The sword came out of Huashan, and swept the world from the world of swordsman

Everyone in the field was shocked, and they all looked at Hua Shaokun in surprise.

Their impression of Hua Shaokun was that he was defeated by his 11-year-old nephew Xie Xiaofeng, and that he had been managing the Chuanwu Hall in Huashan for more than 20 years, and rarely stepped into the martial arts world. Therefore, most people in the martial arts world subconsciously thought that Hua Shaokun's martial arts would not be very high.

In fact, although Hua Shaokun has focused on training disciples in the Chuanwu Hall in recent years, he has never given up martial arts. He mainly studied Zixia Magic Skills and the Nine Yin Manual Volume 1 Heart Method, and his internal strength has reached a very high level.

Only then could he overwhelm the whole audience with his voice and shocked everyone.

He remained calm in the face of everyone's surprised eyes, and continued to speak:

"The main purpose of this Huashan Sword Contest is to make friends through martial arts, and everyone can participate voluntarily. Of course, in order to avoid hurting the harmony, please try to stop when fighting."

As his words fell, the atmosphere in the field became more and more heated, and those who wanted to compete with others were even more eager to fight.

"As the host of Huashan Sect, my disciples will throw bricks and jade in this contest!"

Hua Shaokun smiled, no longer said too much, turned around and waved to the Huashan crowd:

"Changhua, you go first."

"Yes, Master."

Mei Changhua, holding a sword in his hand, walked slowly into the field, calm and restrained.

He bowed to the crowd and said, "Mei Changhua, a disciple of Huashan, I wonder which master is willing to come up and teach me."

"Mei Changhua? This name is unfamiliar. I'm afraid he is an inconspicuous disciple of Huashan!"

"Since it is just a drop in the bucket, but Huashan Sect is a bit arrogant if it doesn't send out the Eight Swordsmen of Huashan."

Everyone hesitated for a while, but after a while, a young swordsman in white came out of the Wudang Sect camp. Many people mistook him for Ximen Chuxue, because their temperaments were too similar.

"Wudang disciple Ye Guhong, come to learn Huashan swordsmanship!"

His temperament is very similar to Ximen Chuxue, but in fact he has a deep relationship with Ye Gucheng. He was originally Ye Gucheng's cousin, but he became a disciple of Wudang Sect and was also known as the 'Little White Dragon of Wudang'.

Moreover, he is very ambitious and has practiced Wudang martial arts for many years. He has always regarded Ximen Chuxue and Ye Gucheng as his targets.

This Huashan Sword Contest is his chance to become famous.

Become famous first and then challenge Ximen Chuixue and Ye Gucheng to become the best swordsman in the world.

So, he stood up without hesitation.

Mei Changhua nodded and spread his hands to invite: "Draw your sword."

"If I draw my sword first, I'm afraid you won't even have a chance to fight back. It's better for you to draw your sword first." Ye Guhong's cold eyes were full of pride.

If the Eight Swordsmen of Huashan appeared, he could be more modest, but he had never heard of Mei Changhua's name, so he didn't take it to heart.

Hearing his arrogant words, Mei Changhua raised his eyebrows and said nothing. With a flick of his wrist, the long sword was instantly unsheathed.

Clang!

The sword flashed, and it pierced Ye Guhong's wrist like lightning.

"Good swordsmanship!"

As soon as he made a move, praise came from the audience.

As the saying goes, an expert can tell whether he is good or not with just one move.

Ye Gucheng, Ximen Chuixue, Xie Xiaofeng and others are all masters of swordsmanship, and the Wudang, Emei and other sects have also achieved great accomplishments in swordsmanship.

Just from Mei Changhua's swift sword, we can see how strong his swordsmanship is.

Looking at the entire martial arts world, there are not many people who can reach this level.

Ye Guhong's eyelids also jumped, and he was stunned by his sharp sword moves. He shifted his feet and was about to draw his sword to resist.

But Mei Changhua's long sword left a white light in the air, and the tip of the sword reached his wrist again, forcing him to be unable to draw his sword.

Aren't you unwilling to draw your sword? Then don't draw it.

Mei Changhua had a faint sneer on his lips, and no matter how Ye Guhong's body shape changed, the tip of his sword never left his wrist.

Ye Guhong stomped his feet on the ground, performing the Wudang sect's Tiyunzong light skill, and was about to distance himself from Mei Changhua.

But Mei Changhua's shoulders shook, and his body followed closely behind him and soared into the air, like a handsome wild goose, not leaving his side.

After dodging several times in a row, he was unable to resolve Mei Changhua's moves and was unable to draw his sword. Ye Guhong's face flushed.

He never thought that this unknown person whom he despised would be so powerful in martial arts.

He was arrogant for a moment, but was slapped in the face so quickly.

In shame and anger, he no longer tried to draw his sword, and smashed it with the scabbard on Mei Changhua's long sword.

What, are you anxious now?

Mei Changhua narrowed his eyes, and the Dugu Nine Swords struck out, hitting Ye Guhong's scabbard with a ding, and directly knocked his sword away.

"Damn it!"

Ye Guhong was completely angry. He was challenging Ximen Chuxue and Ye Gucheng in the name of fame.’s purpose, but he was beaten away before he even drew his sword. How could he bear it?

He rushed straight towards Mei Changhua with both palms.

His palms were continuous and moving like a ring. The palm wind was soft and swift, gathering and dispersing into balls.

This was the Wudang Mian Palm, which was quite mysterious and difficult to deal with. He wanted to use this palm technique to remove Mei Changhua’s long sword.

But Mei Changhua’s long sword just shook, and the broken palm style was already used, easily piercing his palm force ball.

Swish~

Ye Guhong subconsciously retracted his palm and retreated, but he was still a step too late. He felt a sharp pain in his palm, which had been pierced by the long sword.

“You lost.”

“How, how could this be the result? I don’t believe it!”

Ye Guhong couldn’t accept such a result. He roared and wanted to attack.

“Enough, don’t retreat!”

At this moment, he was stopped by a roar. The person who spoke was the head of the Wudang Sect, Taoist Chongxu.

Chongxu looked unhappy, not because Ye Guhong was inferior to him, but because he didn't know how to advance or retreat.

Mei Changhua had shown mercy with his sword. When piercing his palm, he could have pierced his throat with a slight push forward, but he didn't do that.

Not only did he hold back his move, but he also reminded Ye Guhong that the winner had been decided and he could stop fighting.

As a result, Ye Guhong was blinded by the desire to win and lost his composure, which disappointed Taoist Chongxu.

Ye Guhong blushed and left sadly.

After this battle, everyone in the field remembered the name "Mei Changhua", and no one dared to look down on him because of his unknown reputation.

Similarly, the standard of the Huashan Sword Contest was infinitely raised by Mei Changhua.

Those who were ambitious and didn't know themselves completely understood that their own strength was not up to par, and they gave up the idea of ​​challenging him.

The competition continued, and Mei Changhua defeated four people in succession, showing the unique swordsmanship of Huashan School to the fullest.

However, he did not occupy the venue all the time, and took the initiative to leave after the fifth game.

In the subsequent competitions, famous figures continued to appear, and in the end even Taoist Chongxu personally came out, defeating seven famous figures in a row, reviving the prestige of Wudang, and then left with satisfaction.

Finally, Ximen Chuixue, dressed in white like snow, walked out slowly and looked directly at Ye Gucheng, whose eyes were as cold as stars: "Lord Baiyun, it's time to fulfill our appointment."

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I have been outside these days, and the update is a bit slow. But I should be able to go home tomorrow, and I will resume updating. Please forgive me.

In addition, I wish you all a happy new year and all the best.