"Swish, swish, swish..."
It must be said that Liu Zhengfeng is very strong, and the Mount Heng Sword Sect's Returning Wind, Falling Wild Goose Swordsmanship is also extremely powerful, unleashing a series of sword shadows, with extremely varied moves that completely enveloped Wang Hao's body.
Unfortunately, despite the powerful offensive, Wang Hao moved about as if strolling in a garden, weaving left and right within the dense net of swords, and remained unharmed for quite some time.
No matter how much Liu Zhengfeng intensified his attacks, he couldn't even touch a corner of Wang Hao's clothes. It seemed as if Wang Hao had the ability to foresee the future and anticipated all the changes in his sword moves.
Of course, Wang Hao didn't have the ability to predict the future; rather, he had seen through all of Liu Zhengfeng's offensive sword moves.
To be precise, he saw through the Returning Wind, Falling Wild Goose Swordsmanship.
He obtained all the profound sword techniques of the Five Sacred Mountains Sword Sects at the Siguo Cliff on Mount Hua, including the Returning Wind and Falling Wild Goose Sword of the Hengshan Sect.
Although it only contained sword techniques and lacked the corresponding methods for circulating internal energy, making it impossible for him to fully utilize its essence, it did not hinder his understanding of the Returning Wind, Falling Wild Goose Swordsmanship. Moreover, it also contained the countermeasures provided by the ten elders of the Demon Cult Sect.
With this understanding as a foundation, coupled with his own powerful Sword Intent, he was naturally able to see through Liu Zhengfeng's attacks.
Furthermore, Liu Zhengfeng had clearly only been practicing the Returning Wind, Falling Wild Goose Swordsmanship for a short time, and at most had reached the level of Complete Integration. He was fine against ordinary people, but against Wang Hao, he was full of flaws.
Even if Wang Hao used his full strength, he could defeat him in one move!
However, he did not do that, but instead prepared to experience the Returning Wind, Falling Wild Goose Swordsmanship.
After all, we only obtained a simplified version of the sword technique at the Cliff of Reflection, without any explanation. It was in a fragmented state, and several decades have passed. Who knows what improvements the Mount Heng Sword Sect might have made to this sword technique? It would be good to take a look.
And this inspection did indeed yield some results. Liu Zhengfeng's Returning Wind, Falling Wild Goose Sword was indeed slightly different from the one recorded in the Cliff of Reflection, with many subtle changes. Clearly, the Mount Heng Sword Sect had not been idle for decades.
But that's about it!
"Clang!"
After Liu Zhengfeng had performed all thirty-six moves of the Returning Wind, Falling Wild Goose Swordsmanship, Wang Hao knew there was no need to continue. He stretched out his hands and precisely caught the incoming sword.
Two fingers displayed a terrifying power that completely stopped the power carried by the sword, and even forcefully crushed the faint sword energy wrapped around the sword.
That wasn't all. Wang Hao channeled his Innate Qi into Sword Intent, forming Innate Sword Qi that surged along the sword's body.
"Ah!"
Before Liu Zhengfeng could recover from the shock of his sword being caught, his right hand, which was holding the hilt, was released as if by electric shock, and he couldn't help but let out a cry of pain.
Realizing the danger, Liu Zhengfeng didn't dare to delay and quickly retreated using his movement technique. His right hand was already covered in blood, and the flesh on his palm was a bloody mess, with some areas even showing the white bones of his hand.
This was precisely the injury inflicted by the Innate Sword Qi that Wang Hao had previously unleashed along the blade.
"Next!"
Wang Hao held Liu Zhengfeng's sword in his hand, arrogantly scanning Wang Lingbo and the others one by one, while glancing sideways at several places around him.
He sensed that several Grandmaster- level experts were approaching, and they were all old acquaintances—the very same people who had participated in the ambush and killing of him in the capital.
Human King, since they were at most at the Mid Grandmaster Level, with only Wang Lingbo barely reaching the Late Grandmaster Level.
Even if they all attacked him at once, he wouldn't be afraid; it's even uncertain whether they could break through his defenses!
"You..."
Seeing that Wang Hao was holding his sword, Liu Zhengfeng's fat face was full of anger. He was about to say something, but was stopped by Mo Da behind him.
"Junior Brother Liu, let your senior brother deal with him next!"
Mo Da stepped forward, gesturing for Liu Zhengfeng to go back and treat his injuries, then fixed his gaze intently on Wang Hao directly in front of him.
He had witnessed the entire battle and naturally recognized how formidable Wang Hao was. Not to mention his perfect evasion of Liu Zhengfeng's Returning Wind, Falling Wild Goose Swordsmanship, the way he caught Liu Zhengfeng's full-force attack at the end was quite terrifying.
At least he knew that his master Wang Lingbo, didn't have that ability.
This is a formidable enemy, and he must make as many moves as possible to probe the enemy's true intentions for his master.
"You must be Mo Da! Why don't I see you Ozymandias? I heard you're quite good at it, and you even earned the nickname ' Night Rain on the Xiao and Xiang Rivers River' in the erhu world!"
Upon hearing this person address Liu Zhengfeng as "Junior Brother," Wang Hao immediately recognized the other party's identity. Liu Zhengfeng held a high position within the Mount Heng Sword Sect, being the second-in-command disciple of this generation, second only to Mo Da, the chief disciple.
This person addressed Liu Zhengfeng as his junior brother, which naturally referred to Mo Da, the future leader of the Mount Heng Sword Sect.
Mo Da, as depicted by Old Master Jin, is most memorable for his erhu playing. His rendition of " Night Rain on the Xiao and Xiang Rivers " is so poignant that it brings tears to the eyes of the audience.
It was precisely because of this understanding that Wang Hao blurted it out.
"Creak!"
These words caused Wang Lingbo's face to darken again, his hands clenched tightly together, and his old eyes stared coldly at his eldest disciple in front of him.
This is the second time he's been slapped in the face. The two most outstanding disciples he taught are not famous for his most prized swordsmanship, but for that rubbish music.
I thought my second disciple Liu Zhengfeng was bad enough, but I didn't expect my eldest disciple Mo Da to be even worse, he even earned a nickname in the martial arts world.
This guy's trying to slap his face until it's swollen!
Sensing the cold, piercing gaze directed at him from behind, Mo Da's face turned somewhat green.
His master's order to destroy his junior brother's instrument was still ringing in his ears, and now he'd been tricked by that wretched kid again.
However, he did not doubt that the other party was making things up, because he did like Ozymandias, and a year ago he learned the tune of "Night Rain on the Xiao and Xiang Rivers" and loved it very much. Every time he left Mount Heng Sword Sect, he would take the time to play a piece to cultivate his mind.
There's no need for someone to give her the nickname "Night Rain on the Xiao and Xiang Rivers "!
It seems I'm not going to be able to keep that precious erhu that I spent so much money on!
Thinking of this, Mo Da's old eyes became bloodshot as he glared fiercely at Wang Hao opposite him.
"Young man, take this!"
Equally enraged, Mo Da held nothing back, unleashing a deadly move and employing another sword technique from the Mount Heng Sword Sect that was no less powerful than the Returning Wind, Falling Wild Goose Swordsmanship.
It is none other than the ever-changing and ever-evolving Thirteen Forms of Mount Heng Clouds and Mist!
This is a martial art on par with the Returning Wind, Falling Wild Goose Swordsmanship. Compared to the extreme variations of the Returning Wind, Falling Wild Goose Swordsmanship, the Hundred Transformations and Thousand Illusions Mount Heng Cloud and Mist Thirteen Styles focuses more on illusion and the combination of reality and illusion, making it very deceptive. Most of its moves are feints.
However, it would be a mistake to think that feints are harmless and don't need to be defended against, because these feints can turn into real attacks at any time, and their power should not be underestimated.
Countless sword shadows enveloped Wang Hao once again, and their speed was even faster than Liu Zhengfeng's previous attack—not just a little bit faster, but almost twice as fast.
Mo Da's sword is extremely special, being exceptionally thin and narrow. This longsword uses only a quarter of the material of a standard longsword, naturally making it much lighter.
Lighter weight means faster speed.
In addition, the unique characteristics of the Ever-Changing Mount Heng Cloud and Mist Thirteen Styles are what allow it to exhibit such extreme speed.
However, none of that matters. What matters is that Mo Da has also comprehended Sword Intent, and his Sword Intent is stronger than Liu Zhengfeng's, and the sword energy he condenses is also more sharp.
"Senior brother has actually comprehended Sword Intent and cultivated it to such a level!"
On the other side, Liu Zhengfeng, who was having his hand injury treated, was startled by the Mo Da attack. Then, he lowered his eyes with bitterness and resentment.
"It seems I, Liu Zhengfeng, am indeed not qualified to compete for the position of sect leader!"
With a sigh, Liu Zhengfeng gave up the idea of competing with his senior brother for the position of sect leader.
He originally believed that he was no worse than his senior brother Mo Da, and even stronger, and that only he could lead the Mount Heng Sword Sect to prosperity.
Only today did he realize that his senior brother had always been tolerant of him and had held back during their sparring sessions.
If I were to go all out like I did today, I'm afraid I wouldn't last more than three hundred moves before I'm defeated.
However, after their initial disappointment, they were quickly astonished by the battle unfolding on the field.
"He actually saw through the Hundred Transformations and Thousand Illusions of Mount Heng Cloud and Mist Thirteen Styles?"
Liu Zhengfeng stared wide-eyed, his chubby face filled with disbelief.
He naturally understood what had happened during the previous battle. He knew that Wang Hao was not able to predict the future, but rather that he had seen through Wang Hao's Returning Wind, Falling Wild Goose Swordsmanship, which was why he was able to dodge it so easily and not even manage to hurt him in the slightest.
Compared to Liu Zhengfeng, Mo Da, who was currently engaged in battle, was even more awe-inspiring.
It should be noted that he began practicing the Thirteen Forms of Mount Heng Clouds and Mist when he was still Super-First-Rate, and has been diligently cultivating them for a full eight years, reaching the pinnacle of Peak Perfection.
When combined with Sword Intent, even one's own master would have to be careful.
But now, even with his full strength, he couldn't harm this junior in the slightest.
How can this guy be so strong?
"Looks like you don't have any other tricks up your sleeve!"
After Admiral finished performing the entire set of the Thirteen Forms of Mount Heng Clouds and Mist, Wang Hao lost interest in continuing the fight and looked coldly at Mo Da, who was standing close by.
"Not good!"
Sensing Wang Hao's coldness, Mo Da's expression changed, but before he could react, a sharp sword light flashed past.
"Bite!"
Clang!
A crisp sound rang out, followed by Mo Da's special sword breaking in two and falling to the ground. The break was as smooth as a mirror, as it had been severed by Wang Hao's Sword One, which was enveloped in sword energy.
Even Mo Da's entire arm was numb from the shock!
After all, Wang Hao not only possessed Innate Sword Qi condensed from Innate Qi and Sword Intent, but also unparalleled strength.
Although he is currently using the alias Zhu Yanzu and his strength is only half of his original strength, it is still a full 300,000 jin of power.
If Mo Da hadn't possessed considerable cultivation and hadn't wielded a narrow, long sword that was easily severed, his entire right arm bone would likely have been shattered by that single blow.
Sensing something was wrong, Mo Da acted just like Liu Zhengfeng, immediately retreating while staring at Wang Hao in horror.
He had thought Wang Hao was strong, but he hadn't expected him to be this strong; he hadn't even been able to withstand a single move from him.
"Next!"
Ignoring the horrified Mo Da, Wang Hao's gaze swept around the room, finally settling on the solemn-looking Wang Lingbo.
Judging from the current situation, those old guys hiding around won't make a move easily, so now only Wang Lingbo, the leader of the Mount Hengshan Sect, is left.
" Mo Da, the upcoming battle is unpredictable. Those who are not strong enough to watch will be in mortal danger. You lead the others back first, and no one is allowed to approach this place."
Wang Lingbo did not immediately go out to fight Wang Hao, but first gave Mo Da some instructions.
He wasn't confident he could defeat this person, so for the sake of the Mount Heng Sword Sect's heritage and reputation, he had no choice but to resort to other means.
These methods cannot be seen in the light of day, and even the disciples around him cannot see them, so he needs to clear the area first.
"Yes, disciple obeys!"
Without the slightest hesitation, Mo Da bowed and accepted the order, then led his fellow disciples away quickly without looking back.
Having followed his master for over thirty years, he naturally understood his master's meaning and did not object to it. After all, the interests of the sect should always come first, even if it meant resorting to some despicable and underhanded means.