Xu Zegang narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at He Qinglang in front of him, and suddenly let out a cold laugh.
"Since you insist on fighting me, then I will grant your wish."
Almost the instant he finished speaking, Xu Zegang's figure vanished from the spot.
The interior of the hall is quite spacious and has several dragon-carved pillars.
Although Ximu Peak is not in a good situation right now, it still maintains all the necessary decor and ambiance.
He Qinglang's pupils contracted, and he retreated rapidly.
The next second after he stepped back, a heavy sword came crashing down, scattering countless pieces of flesh.
Amidst the flying, jagged rocks, Xu Zegang's taut profile and sharp eyes were visible.
The heavy sword in his hand gleamed faintly with a golden light, which made He Qinglang suddenly recall the rumors about the person in front of him.
As one of the elders of Chunwei Peak, Xu Zegang rarely took action, or rather, even when he did, he rarely had the opportunity.
He has been a member of the Cinnabar Cloud Sword Sect for a long time, and his presence is so faint that it is almost impossible for people to recall how he joined the sect in the first place.
However, He Qinglang suddenly remembered.
Xu Zegang was once a rare prodigy among cultivators.
With his heavy sword, he tore apart half of the sky of the Heaven-Gazing Domain, leaving many geniuses powerless to fight back.
If it weren't for the fact that he was later framed, causing his cultivation level to collapse and his talent to be damaged, I'm afraid that such a talent would never have been recruited by their Cinnabar Cloud Sword Sect.
Centuries have passed.
Xu Zegang had already taken his revenge, but his talent was hard to recover, and he had lost his fighting spirit, so he stayed in the Cinnabar Cloud Sword Sect and became one of the elders of Chunwei Peak.
Sticking to old ways.
But that doesn't mean he's not strong!
Cao Zhengyang frowned slightly, a sense of worry rising in his heart.
Tong'er is very powerful...
However, Xu Zegang is by no means someone who can be dealt with at will.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have been sent by the sect leader to take over all the affairs of Ximu Peak.
Tong'er...
The heavy sword in Xu Zegang's hand seemed to weigh a ton and be extremely cumbersome, but it was powerful and imposing in his hands, not hindering his agility in the slightest.
In contrast, He Qinglang was forced to retreat step by step in just a few breaths, and cold sweat broke out on his face.
Once they exchange blows, it becomes easy to see who is stronger and who is weaker.
Are we going to lose?
He Qinglang suddenly tossed his head.
He absolutely refuses!
"You're not the only one with Divine Ability!" he growled through gritted teeth, his eyes wide with rage, his hands suddenly clasped together and forcefully pulled apart to the sides.
A surge of spiritual light gathered in his palm, growing rapidly.
"Three lines, three dippers, nine bends connected."
"Rest, Life, Injury, Du, Scenery, Death, Shock, Open!"
"Open it for me!"
Chunwei Peak is the peak of sword cultivators; over ninety percent of the people on its summit are sword cultivators.
Longsword, shortsword, light sword, heavy sword, one-handed sword, two-handed sword...
Each sword is different, but ultimately, they all lead to the same destination.
And Ximu Peak...
Apart from the six peaks of Danjian, all the others belong to the 'miscellaneous' peaks.
For example, on Ximu Peak, there are all sorts of things to repair on the summit.
Cao Zhengyang was a swordsman, and Cao Chun, his daughter, was also a swordsman.
However He Qinglang, the eldest disciple, although he also cultivated swordsmanship, also cultivated formations, practicing both swordsmanship and formations. Moreover, his mastery of formations was no less than his mastery of Swordsmanship.
Below him are cultivators specializing in cooking, alchemy, weapon crafting, and beast cultivation, among others.
The Eight Gates Formation opened, and a glint of azure flashed in He Qinglang's eyes. He suddenly increased his strength and raised his sword without hesitation to meet the attack head-on.
But Xu Zegang merely glanced at him indifferently.
In that glance, there was contempt, disdain, and a hint of mockery.
Then, he raised his heavy sword, and above his head, a giant phantom appeared, also holding an enormous heavy sword.
As Xu Zegang's heavy sword fell, the giant's sword also fell in the same way.
Man and sword, becoming one.
boom!
A violent explosion rang out, He Qinglang a sweet taste in his throat, and a sharp pain exploded in his chest, sending him flying backward.
Xu Zegang slowly sheathed his sword, looking at He Qinglang, who had retreated and collapsed to the ground in a disheveled state, his eyes filled with nothing but naked contempt.
He took out a piece of silk cloth and, in front of everyone, slowly and meticulously wiped the blade of the sword, uttering only one sentence.
You lost.
Beside him, Huang Mian suddenly smiled and clapped his hands.
Smack
Smack
Smack
His smile widened, and he chuckled as he spoke.
"As expected of Elder Xu, you are truly remarkable. I doubt even an ordinary Great Saint could match your power."
His words were full of flattery.
Then, glancing at Cao Zhengyang beside him, his gaze swept over Cao's unpleasant expression before settling on He Qinglang, who was staggering to his feet. His smile didn't diminish; instead, it widened. He continued with a grin, " He Qinglang, you're really in a sorry state."
" Ximu Peak... tsk tsk, this huge peak, apart from your Peak Master, how come the rest of you are all just ordinary trash?"
"It's really pitiful."
"If I were you, I'd just find a place to kill myself, to save myself the embarrassment."
That's what he said, but that's not what Huang Mian really thought.
He was simply too afraid to speak out and slander Cao Zhengyang because of his position.
But if you really want him to say...
Cao Zhengyang?
They're useless!
If it weren't for his good fortune in possessing a legacy, how could someone as Half-Step Great Saint have become Peak Master?
Even if it's not the main peak of the Six Peaks, it doesn't deserve it!
"Senior brother..."
"Senior Brother..."
He Qinglang staggered and was helped up. He gently patted the arms of his junior brothers and sisters beside him, looked at Huang Mian, and suddenly let out a cold laugh.
The taste of blood in his mouth reminded him of the fact that he was inferior in skill.
But so what?
He is only a few hundred years old now, not even a thousand years old yet!
How old is Xu Zegang?
It's at least two thousand years old.
Losing to your opponent is not shameful at all.
The others on Ximu Peak were almost all filled with despair.
Even their most favored senior brother lost. Could it be that Elder Xu is really going to take over Ximu Peak?
If the other party becomes the deputy Peak Master, and this Peak Master is about to go into seclusion at this crucial moment, then after the Peak Master emerges from seclusion, who knows what name Ximu Peak will hold?
No, no, no...
It's not even a question of what one's surname is.
At that time, it's questionable whether these people will even be able to stay at Ximu Peak!
Just then, everyone suddenly heard a thoughtful voice coming from the entrance of the hall.
"Vice Peak Master... is that right?"
"So, in other words, whoever can defeat you can become the deputy Peak Master of Ximu Peak, and be directly recognized by the sect?"
Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw a man in white robes, with a calm expression, standing at the entrance of the main hall.
However, his face was completely unfamiliar.
Huang Mian frowned.
And who are you?
On the other hand, He Qinglang's eyes lit up.
Yes!
I was almost so angry I lost my mind. How could I forget that I brought this person with me!