Kunlun Ask Heaven Part 1

A faint golden light soared into the sky, heading straight for the peak of Kunlun Snow Mountain!

Even Dongfang Nishang shot to her feet, exclaiming, "Wang Xian, who gave you the Ask Heaven Sword!"

"Ask Heaven Sword?"

Wang Xian looked down at the hilt of the sword in his hand. The words "Ask Heaven!" shone with a faint golden light.

As if telling him, That's right, I am the Ask Heaven Sword.

"Honglong!"

Like spring thunder, it struck the plaza of Kunlun Sword Sect.

All the elders, and even some of the older disciples, exploded at this moment!

The Ask Heaven Sword, which had disappeared for ten years, completely out of sight for a decade!

The divine sword of Kunlun Sword Sect!

It actually appeared in Wang Xian's hand.

This was unbelievable!

Crazy!

Amidst the discussions, everyone went wild!

In less than a quarter hour, the young daoist from Yunqi Daoist Temple had produced two divine swords lost by the Four Great Sects!

And Wang Xian, holding the Ask Heaven Sword, was still unaware.

Just as Wang Xian was about to reply to his martial uncle, a cold voice sounded in his Sea of Consciousness again...

Taking a deep breath, Wang Xian nodded.

He replied to Dongfang Nishang on the stage, "Martial Uncle, I need to borrow the sword for a while, and then..."

Great Elder Dongfang Feihong spoke first, "Rest assured, like Xuantian Sect, we won't short you on Líng Shí!"

Wo cao!

The Law Enforcement Elder leisurely sighed.

Compared to the Mountain Suppressing Sword, which had vanished for ten years, five thousand Líng Shí was nothing.

Although he didn't know where Wang Xian's sword came from.

But as long as the sword was on the high platform now, it absolutely could not leave Kunlun, no matter what.

A bitter expression appeared on Wang Xian's face, and he didn't answer immediately.

Dongfang Nishang was stunned and blurted out, "What, you think it's too little?"

Wang Xian shook his head and said blankly, "Not at all. If Kunlun wants to take back the spirit sword, they still need to find a disciple to fight me!"

Although he didn't really want to fight.

But in a flash, he thought that this battle would also be a chance for him to gain experience!

"Fighting Kunlun's Heavenly Pride, regardless of win or lose, this sword will belong to Martial Uncle!"

Wang Xian sighed, "Martial Uncle, you also know this sword of mine doesn't belong to my Master..."

"No problem, I promise you!"

The Sect Master was in closed-door cultivation, so currently, Dongfang Nishang could make decisions for Kunlun Sword Sect.

Not to mention the Great Elder and the Law Enforcement Elder were there as witnesses.

Dongfang Feihong also sighed in relief. It was just a competition, and it wouldn't harm the harmony between the Sword Sect and the Daoist Temple over this sword.

He naturally had no objections.

He smiled slightly, "Then let's begin!"

Tantai Xiaoxue leaned close to Dongfang Nishang's ear and whispered, "Master, you want me to fight Junior Brother?"

Dongfang Nishang shook her head, "This matter will be arranged by the Great Elder. You are not allowed to make a move."

"Oh!"

Tantai Xiaoxue nodded. Currently, she just wanted to count money and didn't want to fight her Junior Brother at all.

Meng Xiaolou looked at the spirit sword in Wang Xian's hand, shining with golden light, and couldn't help but praise, "What a fine Ask Heaven Sword!"

Wang Xian ignored him and asked, "Are there any rules for this battle?"

He wasn't confident he could win against Meng Xiaolou. He thought, If I'm not allowed to use my fists, I might as well concede.

Kunlun still had five thousand Líng Shí, plus the ones he had, he now had over ten thousand. He didn't seem to be that short of money anymore.

Whether to fight or not, it was all the same.

Hearing this, Meng Xiaolou couldn't help but look towards Ximen Tinghua in the plaza and suddenly burst into laughter.

"My fists are also very hard, you need to be careful!"

After speaking, he stepped back and drew the Mo Dao in his hand, inch by inch.

"Buzz!"

In an instant, the Mo Dao let out a clear chirp and left its sheath.

A chill like a sword struck towards Wang Xian, making him suddenly feel cold.

He couldn't help but shout, "What a Mo Dao, this is the first time I've seen such a weapon!"

"I'm here!"

With a scold, Meng Xiaolou suddenly sprang out.

The Mo Dao drew a strange path, slashing upwards from below.

He had even calculated the angle of Wang Xian's sword strike, making it impossible to block this ruthless move.

However, the most ferocious thing was the terrifying momentum of this fellow.

With a roar, a killing intent directly enveloped Wang Xian.

He unleashed a Ruthless Sword, and if Wang Xian made even the slightest mistake...

With just this move, Wang Xian could be injured and then blasted away!

The Mo Dao flashed out in an instant, in the blink of an eye.

Wang Xian felt a Sword Light about to knock his Ask Heaven Sword flying!

With his recently recovered Líng Qì, he was unable to endure this move head-on, so he could only tilt his head and turn his body...

Holding the Ask Heaven Sword with both hands, he protected one side of his body!

"Dang dang dang!"

Amidst a clang, the Mo Dao ruthlessly struck the Ask Heaven Sword, and the resulting Sword Qi sliced Wang Xian's hair inch by inch!

A Sword Qi grazed Wang Xian's face, drawing a trace of blood.

With a "Honglong!" loud noise!

Wang Xian, holding his sword with both hands, suddenly rammed Meng Xiaolou directly with his body, like a Monster Beast, crashing into him mid-air!

He almost crashed off the Three Zhang High Platform!

In a flash of lightning, it was a move Wang Xian had learned from Xiong Er.

He directly used his powerful Body Strength to spring up, launching a fatal attack, ignoring everything, and charging straight out!

Meng Xiaolou, sent flying, let out a cry in mid-air and flew back like a Great Bird!

The Mo Dao in his hand was swung back in a counter-attack towards Wang Xian!

Wang Xian showed no fear, directly cutting out a Sword in the Wind!

It was as if he were standing under a Snow Pine Tree, cutting through a winter's worth of Flying Snow!

He cut a horizontal and a vertical line in front of him!

Ding!

The Ask Heaven Sword instantly struck the Mo Dao, and the Sword Tip let out a clear chirp!

A Terrifying Sword Qi, like ripples, slashed outwards from the high platform, sweeping away all the dust on the ground!

In everyone's eyes, Wang Xian had endured Meng Xiaolou's move and remained undefeated!

Then he cut out a sword, sending Meng Xiaolou flying again, filling the high platform with Smoke and Dust and Sword Qi Vertical and Horizontal!

Meng Xiaolou's entire body flipped like a Fish in the air and fell, flying towards one side of the high platform.

Standing at the edge of the high platform, he roared, "Good Swordplay!"

Then he asked, "Your move was too barbaric, is there any specific technique to it?"

Wang Xian retracted the Ask Heaven Sword and held it horizontally in front of his chest, calmly replying, "There's no specific technique, I learned it from Xiong Er. He's big and often bumps into me..."

Hearing this, Meng Xiaolou was speechless.

Tantai Xiaoxue cheered, "Junior Brother, are you treating yourself like a Monster Beast?"

Tang Shisan in the plaza laughed.

He patted Ximen Tinghua's shoulder and said, "See, that guy repelled Meng Xiaoyao's attack without using his fists!"

Ximen Tinghua smiled faintly, "As long as he can win, it doesn't matter if he learns from a Monster Beast."

The cultivators in the plaza were stunned.

No one had expected that the frail-looking Young Daoist would transform himself into a Monster Beast on the Snow Mountain!

This seemingly weak Monster Beast had actually sent the Nascent Soul Realm Meng Xiaolou flying!

Only the Elders on the viewing platform did not think so.

If Yunqi Daoist Temple truly had a Black Bear on the verge of Humanoid Transformation, its strength would not be something Meng Xiaolou could contend with.

Even Dongfang Nishang frowned.

She wondered what surprise Wang Xian would give her next.

"Come again, two more moves!"

Meng Xiaolou finished speaking and swung his Mo Dao!

With a "buzz!"

One Sword Qi sealed a section of the Void, allowing no one to slip past his eyes!

"Roar!"

Wang Xian let out a roar, rising from the Ground like a Snow Mountain, charging into the air to fight. This was his most helpless choice.

Because Meng Xiaolou was taller than him!

He could only transform himself into a Snow Mountain and attack Meng Xiaolou from above with the might of Mount Tai, crushing down from the sky!