The surroundings instantly erupted in an uproar!
"Don't be so humble." Chang Heng carelessly waved his hand, "In the future, I will go find Wei Sheng."
There was no pain on Chang Heng's face. Quite the opposite, he had a slightly gentle and intoxicated expression.
The surrounding xiuzhe were all puzzled as they started to discuss in low voices. The Ling Ying Sect disciples were the complete opposite. All of them had excited faces, stretching their necks, widening their eyes as they stared closely at Chang Heng Shixiong as though something exciting was about to happen.
What was he doing?
Chang Heng stared at Zuo Mo for a beat and suddenly smiled, "You are a smart person."
The scene in front of him was just a man holding a slightly strange red flying sword. But anyone who had seen that scene, they definitely would not be able to forget this scene, such an eerie and bloody scene.
Zuo Mo's heart jumped. The more relaxed Chang Heng was, the more uneasy he felt, "Chang Shixiong, this little brother … …"
Hiss!
Thinking clearly, Zuo Mo adjusted his breathing and got into a stance, saying in a deep voice, "As Shixiong wishes!"
What was strange was that there were no wounds on Chang Heng's body. His collarbone was smooth and unmarked.
However … … even ningmai xiuzhe wouldn't dare to guarantee that they could finish him in one move. Since he couldn't avoid it, then come!
When this blood red sword was completely pulled out of Chang Heng's body, that kind of terror sank into everyone's bones. This was a very, very strange sword. The sword wasn't long, about one and a half chi long, two fingers wide, entirely blood red. There was no hilt or blade, the blood red blade directly connected to the copper ring. The copper ring was perfect to fit on a finger.
Zuo Mo was slightly puzzled but he guarded his mind, not daring to relax at all.
Chang Heng was not affected, his eyes looking into the distance as he said coldly, "If you can take one move from me, then take the things and leave. If you can't, then leave everything behind. "
Holding the Water Drop sword, Zuo Mo closed his eyes and stopped breathing. All of his ling energy had unknowingly been channeled into the Water Drop sword in his hand. The Water Drop sword was like a little river, rippling and changing.
He gently shook his finger, and the [Blood Spider Sword] on his finger spun rapidly, bringing with it a blood-red wheel of light.
And the small river formed by the Water Drop sword in his hand changed rapidly. Faint flames rose from the water, emitting an astonishing chill. The short river also slowly rippled like a tide. If Zuo Mo could see it, he would find that the present appearance of the Water Drop sword was exactly the same as the sword river in his sea of consciousness!
"I am Chang Heng." Chang Heng gave a simple introduction, as if he was chatting with an ordinary friend.
Zuo Mo shook his head, "I'm far from Shixiong." He was very shocked inside. Chang Heng had seen through him at a glance. His power definitely wasn't weak.
"Just adapting to the situation," Zuo Mo raised his folded hands and said. He wanted to leave immediately. The longer he stayed, the more he felt that this ordinary-looking man in front of him was dangerous. "Senior Brother Chang, you can pick any one of them. I will definitely offer it to you with both hands."
Everyone's gaze as they looked at Zuo Mo was completely different. It was filled with awe and respect. Of course, it was hard to avoid some envy and jealousy mixed in.
If it was said that what Chang Heng had given him before was a faint but omnipresent pressure, then the pressure that Chang Heng gave him with the [Blood Spider Sword] in his hand was like a blood sea. He had nowhere to escape! The sudden change in pressure could even cause a person with a weak will to collapse in an instant. Zuo Mo had a feeling that everything in front of him seemed to be gradually dyed in a layer of blood red.
But Chang Heng. Zuo Mo couldn't help but raise his head to look. The other's presence and the omnipresent pressure made him believe that the other was very strong. Zuo Mo's battle experience was very rich. He knew what kind of people he could offend, and what kind of people he couldn't. He wasn't stupid.
Seeing the other talk so casually about Wei Sheng Shixiong, Zuo Mo was very displeased. He snorted coldly, "Let's fight first before we talk."
Zuo Mo's hand seemed to be holding a ball of flame. All of his clothing was torn. With an angry howl, he used all the power in his body, from bottom to top, and viciously chopped!
Chang Heng could see from a glance that he wasn't on the same level as him. He definitely didn't have a chance of victory. It was better to admit defeat. If he was wounded on the other's hands, it would be even worse. As a businessman, it was necessary to know when to stop. Zuo Mo comforted himself like this.
Zuo Mo reflexively tightened his grip on the Water Drop sword. A serene and gentle water essence suddenly came from the sword. Even though it was very faint, but at this time, it eased the nervousness in his heart.
Only a person wearing a black gauze hat stood motionlessly at his spot. The clothes on his body flapped, but the veil on the hat did not move at all. A pair of eyes that were as narrow as blades could be faintly seen.
The other's request was not excessive. If he could block one move, it would be a complete victory for Zuo Mo. If he didn't accept, then today's victory would be destroyed in an instant. The other had enough reasons to surround him. What Chang Heng was using was the move that Zuo Mo had used before. First putting himself in a disadvantageous position, and then forcing the other to agree to follow his path.
Zuo Mo's head felt numb. As though he was facing a great enemy, the hands that gripped the sword couldn't help but sweat.
"I am Zuo Mo." Zuo Mo replied cautiously. For some reason, Chang Heng who didn't seem to have any edge made him feel pressure. That kind of pressure that he only felt from Wei Sheng Shixiong. Taking this chance, he carefully examined the other. The green-grey short robe that had been washed white was unusually eye-catching among the grand silk of the Ling Ying Sect disciples. A round face, short hair. His hair was like metal wires, each strand standing up.
"How would you know if you don't fight?" Zuo Mo said, unconvinced.
"Where I stand, follow my rules." Chang Heng didn't take his gaze away.
They might not be able to see Zuo Mo's background, but everyone knew what comprehending sword essence meant. The expressions of Lin Yuan and the others instantly relaxed. To say of nothing else, losing to a genius that comprehended sword essence wasn't something to be ashamed of. Even Wang Shixiong, who had fallen, couldn't help but shake his head and grimace. If he had known that Zuo Mo had comprehended sword essence, he definitely wouldn't have fought.
Chang Heng shook his head, "You aren't a match for me."
The surroundings were completely silent. Even the air seemed to suddenly become murderous. Everyone couldn't help but hold their breath. Everyone knew that the most exciting part of the day was about to arrive. The Ling Ying Sect disciples were all extremely excited. The dominance that Chang Heng Shixiong displayed had completely conquered them. Even Tao Zhu Er's peach blossom eyes didn't want to move away from Chang Heng Shixiong for a moment.
Zuo Mo's hairs stood on end at the strange and bloody scene in front of him, the hairs on his body standing on end. It wasn't just Zuo Mo. In reality, almost everyone in the surroundings had expressions of terror. Some of the less courageous had already gone to the side and started to vomit.
The first time after merging sword essence – [Li Water Burning Heavens]!
Suddenly, a wave of blood rose in front of him, turning into an extremely ugly blood beast. It opened its mouth wide, howling as it leapt at him.
Then he opened his clothing, revealing his naked upper body. In the middle of his collarbone, there was a copper ring.
The [Blood Spider sword] spun faster and faster. It gave a light humming sound. Gradually, the humming sound became an extremely cold hiss. With Chang Heng as the center, a violent and savage aura that covered the sky and covered the earth suddenly descended!
Without realizing it, the terror in Zuo Mo's heart greatly decreased. His restless heart gradually calmed down.
"I admit defeat! Which one do you want? "Zuo Mo reacted extremely quickly and said. He had come in search of wealth. Now, he had earned a lot. Even if he admitted defeat this time, he had won four rounds and won three talismans. He was already satisfied with such a bountiful harvest.
As the blobs of water-shaped flames spat, they would create countless sword energies that were as fine as ice crystals. The ripples of the tide continuously increased, the water-shaped flames burning, the cold energy increasing!
This feeling, it really was terrible! Zuo Mo shook his head, wanting to throw these stray thoughts to the back of his mind.
Seeing that the gaping mouth was going to swallow him in one gulp, he slowly raised the little river in his hand!
Under the copper ring, there was a blood red sword blade. It was slowly pulled out of the flesh of Chang Heng's chest.
The moment Zuo Mo stood up, Chang Shixiong opened his eyes and stood up.
"Too … … savage … …" Yan Ming Zi trembled with excitement.
No! If this continued, he would lose without even fighting!
Even though he had the battle record of defeating zhuji xiuzhe when he was in lianqi, but he was very clear that half of the reason for that situation was due to the other.
Zuo Mo closed his eyes, stopped his breathing, and started [Embryonic Breathing Spiritual Cultivation]. The ling energy in his body started to move. His consciousness gradually became active from the initial unfamiliarity.
This battle today, it was all on this move!
At this time, the spectators nearby paled. They wanted to turn and flee, but found their legs were soft. Plop plop plop, they all softly fell to the ground.
At some unknown time, a bloody line appeared in Chang Heng's eyes. He looked admiringly at Zuo Mo. But when this gaze landed in the eyes of other people, it was a coldness that came from the bottom of their hearts. It was like a savage blood spider coldly staring at its prey.
Up until now, Chang Heng hadn't displayed any power, hadn't made any movements. Yet he was like the master of this land, so natural, so unquestionable.
Chang Heng opened his eyes, his expression normal. Even his voice hadn't changed from before, "This ring sword is called [Blood Spider]."
Chang Heng closed his eyes, his right hand touching the copper ring on his collarbone. Then, he did something that shocked everyone — he slowly pulled the brass ring upwards!
Zuo Mo took a deep breath. He realized that this battle was unavoidable.
"Not bad, I like it." Chang Heng nodded his head in praise.
"I'm about to enter ningmai." Chang Heng's light words instantly made Zuo Mo speechless. He had to admit that the other was right. The difference in cultivation between the two was too great. His cultivation had increased rapidly, but he was only at the fourth level of zhuji. The other was about to enter ningmai, so he was at the tenth level of zhuji.
Zuo Mo felt he was in a sea of blood. The enormous blood waves roared and roared, crashing, covering the sky. He was like a little boat, minuscule, swaying, and could be swallowed by these enormous waves at any time.
"You surprised me." Chang Heng continued, "I heard that your shixiong Wei Sheng comprehended sword essence. I hadn't thought that you also comprehended sword essence."
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