Clang!
Two bangs.
"Watch me combine my swords!" As Lu Sheng spoke, he took out a heavy hammer from his back.
"What's the use of such a fast sword style? Weak, too weak! "Wang Houzhong casually flicked his palms.
Wang Houzhong was slightly surprised. Although it was just a flying dagger he had casually thrown out, the young man who looked no older than thirty managed to block it. That hidden weapon technique alone was enough for him to rank in the top hundred of the pugilistic world.
Wang Houzhong calmly looked at the Leaf Mountain disciples who were lying on the ground. After walking one round, his gaze finally fell on Song Xinru.
"Are you sure?" Lu Sheng asked again.
The two elders changed their swordsmanship and struck Wang Houzhong's shoulders with lightning speed.
Song Xinru coughed and spat out a mouthful of blood. He did not reply.
The only ones who could face the enemy were the two elders and three deacons.
Wang Houzhong shook his head slightly.
The two elders, Yan Qinrong and Wang Yue, only lasted a few more moves than the ordinary disciples before they were completely defeated and heavily injured.
"Set up the formation!"
As he could not use his spirit to probe, he did not know the specific strength of the person before him. He only knew that he seemed to be very strong. However, he did not know how strong he was either.
"Stop!" Suddenly, a shadow leaped from the back of the hall and flew toward them.
All the Leaf Mountain disciples he touched screamed and were sent flying. The entire sword formation was destroyed in an instant.
"Just in time. I've just understood the true essence of our sect's sword technique." Lu Sheng smiled and tightened his grip on the hilt of his sword. "Do you know why our sect's plaque has the words' Light as a Leaf 'carved on it?"
However, now that the sect was humiliated, she had no choice but to fight.
However, it was to no avail. When the blade collided with the skin, it was like cutting on iron armor.
"You're not bad, young one."
"Of course. Ten times better than this small sect, "Wang Houzhong said with a smile.
Wang Houzhong grabbed with his hand. His five fingers brought about streaks of red shadows and a fishy wind. He swept through a dozen disciples at lightning speed.
Whoosh. He pulled a thick chain from his waist and connected the two hammers together.
"From today onwards, Leaf Mountain Sword Sect is no more." He suddenly raised his hand, and a white light shot toward the plaque.
"Don't say that he isn't a sword. When his sword technique reaches the End Realm, everything in the world is a sword."
With a series of crisp sounds, more than ten swords actually broke at the same time.
"Looks like you're very strong …" Lu Sheng looked at the disciples of Leaf Mountain Sword Sect lying on the ground.
The two elders attacked with all their might, one on the left and one on the right.
"I heard that the Leaf Mountain Sword Sect has a formation called the Nine Leaves Square Star Formation. I'd like to learn a thing or two from it. Don't worry, you can set up the formation calmly, I won't interfere. "
In front of the great hall of Leaf Mountain Sword Sect, on the wide drill ground, Grand Elder Song Xinru half-knelt on the ground, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth. He gripped the broken hilt of a sword in his hand, trembling all over.
Wang Houzhong smiled.
With a gentle look in his eyes, Lu Sheng twirled the hammer and pointed it at the ground.
Everyone was speechless.
"This was your choice back then?" He sneered, "If you had followed me back then and joined the Southern Heretic Sect, after so many years, would you have ended up like this? I told you back then that the Leaf Mountain Sword Sect's sword technique is agile and ever-changing. It looks gorgeous, but its power is limited. No matter how strong you become, your achievements are limited. But you didn't listen. "
"Looks like something big happened on the mountain while I was away??"
The corner of Wang Houzhong's mouth twitched. He did not know how to respond.
"Grandmaster, please enlighten me!" Both of them were first-rate masters in the Jianghu. Those below the Sect Master level were first-rate, but they knew that their chances of winning were close to zero when they met a Grandmaster who was far above the Sect Master level.
So fast!
"Why?" Wang Houzhong was slightly stunned. Didn't it mean agile and ever-changing?
Clang.
It looked like today's battle was unavoidable. For the sect's thousand-year reputation, they would not retreat even if they died in battle.
Lu Sheng squinted again.
Wang Houzhong was even more speechless. Did he encounter a fool with innate divine strength?
Lu Sheng had just broken through and was looking for someone to test out his newly improved sword technique. Now, the best one had come.
The group of elders and disciples who were lying on the ground recuperating almost couldn't catch their breath.
The two elders worked together with the disciples to surround Wang Houzhong. The swords in everyone's hands reflected the light from the sky and quickly gathered into nine flashes of light, shining accurately on Wang Houzhong's body.
"I'm sure." Wang Houzhong said with certainty, "Use your strongest move. Let me tell you, the sword technique you've trained so hard is meaningless."
'That's a f * cking hammer, isn't it? That's a hammer! '
This one was even more exaggerated. The hammer was pitch-black and covered in spikes. It was about the size of a washbasin. There were still traces of scarlet on the spikes.
"Swoosh!"
The white light was still in the air when it suddenly made a metallic sound. It was knocked away by a gray shadow and shot to the ground far away.
Lu Sheng slowly pulled out his sword. Only then did everyone see what the long sword on his back was.
"Long time no see, Mother Xinru." Wang Houzhong grinned as he looked at the shadow as if he had seen someone familiar. The wounds on his body only looked like they were oozing a little blood and quickly healed.
"Leaf Mountain Sword Sect, Song Xinru. Please advise me!" She lightly raised the tip of her sword and pointed it downward.
"Grand Supreme Elder!?" Wang Yue was also dumbfounded. "Senior Master Song! You're still alive!? "
Wang Yue and Yan Qinrong looked at each other. Both of them saw the determination to die in each other's eyes.
Wang Houzhong looked at the two of them.
Yan Qinrong did not stop him. Since it had come to this, there was no point in doing anything.
"Wang Houzhong??" The shadow turned back like lightning and landed firmly on the ground. It was an old woman with a head full of silver hair and a face full of wrinkles.
In any case, the Leaf Mountain Sword Sect, which focused on agility, could not break through his Eightfold Golden Body.
All the disciples of the Leaf Mountain Sword Sect had gathered on the white tiled drill ground. At a glance, there were no less than a hundred people.
No one present saw how the three swords were executed. All they saw was a blur and Wang Houzhong was already hit.
"This is … Grand … Grand Supreme Elder!!" Yan Qinrong immediately recognized the old woman.
The old woman's expression darkened. Even though her cultivation and swordsmanship had reached the peak of the sect and she was worthy of the title of Grandmaster, she was still facing Wang Houzhong, a true Evil Grandmaster who dominated the martial arts world. The outcome was still unknown.
Wang Houzhong was infamous. Once he lost, no one would be spared.
"…"
Wang Yue and Elder Wang exchanged glances and shouted at the same time.
Bam bam bam bam!!
The only thing they could do was to preserve the sect's vitality for the Sect Leader and the others who had yet to return.
"I've been living in seclusion for many years. If you didn't want to kill my Martial Nephew, I wouldn't have thought of coming out again."
It was a giant copper hammer with a handle as thick as a human head!
"Of course. Since Grandmaster Wang has come, then please go up the mountain! "Elder Wang Yue held his breath and a trace of sorrow flashed in his eyes. He stretched out his hand and pointed at the slope of the mountain.
Immediately, dozens of disciples rushed out and circled around the two of them. Their swords flashed like countless silver snakes jumping around.
The Leaf Mountain Sword Sect's Leaf Mountain Fixed Sun Needle was aimed at his ears at the same time.
"If that's the case, I can only use my self-created Flying Sword Technique …"
Elder Wang Yue's face turned red. He wanted to find a hole and hide in it.
The words' Light as a Leaf 'were carved delicately on the white wooden board.
"Clang, clang."
"This is the Leaf Mountain Sword Technique? This is your so-called faith and persistence? "
He shook his head slightly.
"Do you have many subordinates?" Lu Sheng narrowed his eyes.
With a crisp sound, he raised his arms high and swung them fiercely. The two giant hammers that weighed more than a thousand kilograms were pulled by the chains and spun violently.
In this era, to be able to remain calm and composed in front of him without fear could already be said to be courageous and insightful.
"For the sake of the past, I'll let you have three moves." He pulled out the straight saber that he had just put away from his back.
"I'm Wang Houzhong. Young man, you have good eyes. Do you want to come with me? Staying in a small sect like this will only waste your life. There's no future. "Wang Houzhong smiled and invited.
A tall man with an inverted triangular upper body slowly walked up the stairs from the foot of the mountain.
"That's because … our sect's sword technique is too heavy. Only when you train to be as light as a leaf can you be considered a master …"
But it was too late.
"Ten moves?" Wang Houzhong smiled. "Even if it's a hundred moves, if you can even scratch my skin, I'll admit defeat."
The group quickly arrived at the spacious drill ground in front of the hall at the top of the mountain.
No one on the battlefield said that he would lose. The other five great sects had all been single-handedly killed by him. As a Great Grandmaster of the evil path, there was no possibility of him losing.
"Good timing!" Wang Houzhong was not surprised but happy. He actually dashed toward the sword formation that was like a hedgehog.
Three sword gleams formed a triangular shape in front of Wang Houzhong's chest.
"According to the rules of Jianghu, it doesn't matter if you fight one-on-one or together," Wang Houzhong said lightly. "If I win, from today onwards, Leaf Mountain Sword Sect is not allowed to openly recruit disciples. The plaque will be removed on the spot."
The old woman sighed slightly and looked at Wang Houzhong who was not far away.
"If you want me to join you, that's fine. As long as you can take ten moves from me. "Lu Sheng smiled casually.
The broken sword was thrown to the ground, making a crisp sound of impact.
…
"Hand of Transformation." Wang Houzhong casually flicked his fingers and the two sword gleams were easily deflected.
Wang Houzhong nodded slightly and ignored the inexplicable and miserable scene of Leaf Mountain Sword Sect. He strode up the stairs to the mountain under the crowd's gaze.
"Sigh … why do you have to be so aggressive? Let people go when possible. " As soon as the shadow landed on the ground, it lightly tapped the ground twice, and like a torrent, it silently passed through to Wang Houzhong's side.
He slowly walked to the gate of the drill ground and looked up at the plaque hanging above.
Lu Sheng's short hair fluttered in the wind. He held the hilt of his sword. His shoulders were broad and his arms were slender. His eyes were like blades burning on fire. There was a kind of heat in the danger that was about to explode.
With a clatter, his palms knocked away the long swords of the two elders and gently patted their chests.
…
He did not say what would happen if he lost.
With two crisp sounds, the two elders slowly walked out and stood opposite Wang Houzhong.
The two elders followed closely behind.
"Yes!"
"Forget it. Make your move." As a Great Grandmaster, his words were naturally trustworthy and he would not go back on them.
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