Yes, the sword style that Liang Ban Hu used was the most ordinary Mountain Gate Sword of the Mount Li Sword Sect.
Any disciple that entered the Mount Li Sword Sect had to learn this sword style in their first year.
Chen Chang Sheng had learned this sword style before, so he naturally recognized it, but it wasn't until he saw Liang Ban Hu's sword move that he understood that Mount Li was indeed worthy of being called the Sect of Ten Thousand Swords. Even the most basic of sword styles had their own essence that couldn't be ignored – within Liang Ban Hu's sword move, Chen Chang Sheng could see the concept of the Stupid Sword.
Liang Ban Hu's metal sword clashed with the sword of the Emotion-Severing Sect expert.
A muffled sound.
When fierce sword intents clashed, who was stronger?
Naturally, the more stable sword intent was stronger.
The hillside facing the sun was covered in perfectly straight ridges, without the slightest deviation.
Liang Ban Hu's metal sword clashed with the sword of the Emotion-Severing Sect expert, but the next sword followed closely behind.
His hand that gripped the sword was too stable, his sword too stable, to the point that the changes between sword moves seemed to be without the slightest delay.
Ten-odd sword cries resounded over the summit of Mount Han. In just a few moments, Liang Ban Hu and the Emotion-Severing Sect expert had already exchanged several moves. The metal sword was as stable as before, and it continued to advance.
It was like walking through the ridges of the fields, but in reality, it was even more like climbing the steep peaks of Mount Li. It did not walk fast, but its footsteps were extremely stable, so one day, it would reach the highest point.
The dust on the stone platform pervaded the air, sword glows appearing and disappearing. Suddenly, with a clear cry, Liang Ban Hu withdrew his sword and lightly retreated several zhang, his feet landing on the ground.
His hand gripping the metal sword was still stable, his expression still calm, just like a farmer that had just finished plowing for the day.
The Emotion-Severing Sect expert somewhat disbelievingly looked at his chest. At some unknown time, a wound had appeared there.
The wound was not deep and did not bleed too much, but it was very straight, looking like it had been drawn on.
Victory and defeat in this battle had already been decided.
Many people had thought that Liang Ban Hu might win. Although he was the least famous of the Divine State's Seven Laws, he was still one of the Divine State's Seven Laws.
But no one could have imagined that he would win so easily … or more accurately, that he would win so steadily.
Only by completely grasping the situation could one not give the opponent any chance, could one be like plowing a field or climbing a mountain, could one give off such a steady and natural feeling.
Even more shocking was that from start to finish, he had used the most ordinary sword style of Mount Li: the Mountain Gate Sword.
"Admit it."
Liang Banhu sheathed his sword, clasped his hands and bowed to the Emotion-Severing Sect expert, then returned to the Mount Li Sword Sect group, his expression unchanged.
But Zhexiu's eyes were the sharpest. He noticed that when he sheathed his sword, his sleeve was slightly trembling.
— — In the face of a powerful enemy, his hand that held the sword was so steady. Now that he had won, why was his hand trembling?
Naturally, it wasn't nervousness or uneasiness, but a faint excitement. In other words, it was the joy of venting the stuffiness in one's chest.
The injured Emotion-Severing Sect expert was helped back to receive treatment from the Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets. A wandering cultivator from the northwest, seeing his pale face and dejected appearance, slightly frowned and turned in the direction of the Mount Li Sword Sect. Tianliang County was in the northwest. Other than the Snow Mountain Sect, all the sects and vagrant cultivators within tens of thousands of kilometers were inextricably linked to the Emotion-Severing Sect or the Zhu clan.
In other words, they all worshipped Zhu Luo as a god.
It was obvious that this wandering cultivator would issue a challenge to the Mount Li Sword Sect.
The Mount Li Sword Sect had not given him this chance.
Guan Feibai walked onto the field and impassively said to the wandering cultivator, "Come."
Since I know that you want to challenge me, it's better to be straightforward and let me challenge you.
The Mount Li Sword Sect was not an inflexible sect with a unified style, but Guan Feibai's style truly was the most prominent in the Mount Li Sword Sect.
This style was direct, fierce, unyielding, and arrogant. It had originated from Su Li and had been around for several hundred years.
Guan Feibai's cold voice caused the area around the stone platform to grow even quieter.
The wandering cultivator from the northwest had a rather unsightly complexion, but in the end, he could no longer remain where he was and slowly walked out.
Guan Feibai held his sword horizontally in front of his eyes, his expression indifferent and saying nothing.
The wandering cultivator from the northwest slowly unsheathed his sword, his expression solemn. His sleeves drifted in the wind as his Qi began to rise.
A clear howl!
Guan Feibai rushed forward, his unsheathed sword appearing in the wind as he slashed at the wandering cultivator from the northwest.
The dust that was slowly settling on the stone platform once more began to pervade the air, and the lake water shook even more violently.
Swishswishswishswish! Four extremely clear sounds of swords piercing through flesh resounded as four sword glows cleaved apart the wind and water!
The wandering cultivator grunted and retreated again and again, but he was simply incapable of blocking Guan Feibai's sword. Several bloody wounds appeared on his chest!
"Enough," Gou Hanshi said.
His voice was very soft, but everyone around the stone platform could hear it clearly.
Guan Feibai's sword energy was in the midst of a frenzy, but when he heard his senior brother's words, he forced himself to stop.
With a cracking sound, several fine cracks appeared on the bluestone under his feet.
The wandering cultivator had never imagined that he could stop at a word, and … he really could stop at a word.
He could no longer use his defensive sword technique, and his true essence was being reversed, so how could he stop?
Like a drunkard, he constantly retreated, his steps becoming more and more disorderly. In the end, he failed to stand firm and fell on his butt, cutting a particularly sorry figure.
At this time, Guan Feibai had already sheathed his sword and turned around, walking back to the Mount Li Sword Sect.
That northwest wandering cultivator looked at his back, his face pale to the extreme, full of shame and pain. His mind was agitated, and coupled with his internal injuries acting up, he finally couldn't hold back and spat out a mouthful of blood.
The stone platform by the lake was still quiet, even quieter than before, like a deathly stillness.
Tang Thirty-Six said nothing, and for once, he did not mock Guan Feibai.
The crowd was stunned by Guan Feibai's cultivation in the sword and his lethality. They were also speechless, but they did not notice a detail in this battle that had passed in the blink of an eye.
Zhexiu noticed, and with a slightly stern expression, he said, "He's still using the Mountain Gate Sword."
At this moment, a furious rebuke came from the stone platform, "Your Mount Li Sword Sect is truly going too far!"
Everyone could clearly see the current situation. This was a battle between the Mount Li Sword Sect and Tianliang County.
The relationship between the Mount Li Sword Sect and the cultivators of Tianliang County was very complicated. Because Su Li had once killed half of the Liang Household, because of Liang Xiaoxiao and Liang Banhu's identities and what had happened to them, because of that night rain in Xunyang City last year, and because of that letter that had burned the Myriad Willows Garden into scorched earth this year.
The two sides had already formed a deep grudge that could not be resolved.
At a time like this, the person who still wanted to seek justice for the cultivators of Tianliang County naturally also came from Tianliang County.
Scholar Hu was an expert of Hanqiu City.
Many years ago, this person's talent in cultivation had obtained the joint recognition of the Great Zhou Imperial Court and the Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets.
Everyone was very sure that as long as he succeeded in entering Star Condensation, he would assuredly be able to enter the Proclamation of Liberation.
In the north, he even had the reputation of being invincible in the Ethereal Opening Realm.
Now that Liang Banhu and Guan Feibai had both moved, he naturally had to challenge Gou Hanshi.
The mood instantly became rather tense.
Gou Hanshi had been well-versed in the Daoist Canon since he was a child. In terms of intelligence, willpower, and comprehension, he was one of the best.
If not for Qiushan Jun in Mount Li and Xu Yourong and Chen Changsheng outside Mount Li, he would assuredly be the most suitable leader of the human world's younger generation.
Although Scholar Hu's reputation was not as resounding as his, he had cultivated for many more years than Chen Changsheng. In both cultivation and experience, he was superior.
For these two experts to exchange blows in the Boiling Stone Summit, one could imagine just what sort of intense and marvelous battle would ensue.
Gou Hanshi walked onto the stage and nodded at Scholar Hu, but he did not speak.
Scholar Hu said that the Mount Li Sword Sect was bullying others too much.
He did not reply, did not argue, because although he was skilled in this path, he was not willing to do so.
But in the eyes of everyone else, was this sort of calmness and silence not a form of disregard and humiliation?
Scholar Hu expressionlessly asked, "Do you not have anything you want to say?"
Gou Hanshi shook his head.
He had nothing he wanted to say.
Starting from that storm in Xunyang City to that Emotion-Severing Sect expert mentioning Liang Xiaoxiao, it was foreordained that there would be a battle today.
The mountain gate of Mount Li was a real gate.
Upon opening this gate, one could see Mount Li.
The people of the Mount Li Sword Sect all had different personalities, but they all liked to get straight to the point.
Gou Hanshi was a gentle person, but he was no exception.
He unsheathed his sword and thrust forward.
It was only one strike.
Scholar Hu had lost.
A crushing defeat.
This strike was called: Straight to the Point.
The first move of the Mount Li Sword Sect's Mountain Gate Sword.
… …
… …
The lakeshore was quiet.
The gazes of the crowd constantly shifted between the unconscious and injured Scholar Hu and the returning Gou Hanshi. They were shocked speechless, gradually becoming perplexed.
Chen Changsheng was also somewhat perplexed, but it was not because Gou Hanshi had so easily defeated his opponent.
He had always admired, even admired, Gou Hanshi. He had always believed that the reason he had been able to defeat Gou Hanshi in the Grand Examination was not because he was stronger than Gou Hanshi, but because he had more reasons than Gou Hanshi to take first place of the first banner in the Grand Examination. He had no longing for this world.
That Scholar Hu had been praised in the north as invincible in the Ethereal Opening Realm, but so what?
If he could defeat a cultivator at the initial stage of Star Condensation, then Gou Hanshi could too.
He didn't understand and the reason for his uneasiness was that from Liang Ban Hu to Guan Fei Bai to Gou Hanshi, they all used the Mountain Gate Sword of Mount Li Sword Sect.
This could be understood as the confidence of the disciples of Mount Li and the pride of the Seven Rules of God.
But he always felt that behind this choice, there should be some other meaning hidden.
"Because of Liang Xiaoxiao."
Tang Thirty Six looked at the location of the Mountain Li Sword Sect. His expression was not as carefree as usual, but rather serious.
Chen Changsheng didn't understand and asked, "Liang Xiaoxiao?"
Tang Thirty Six took back his gaze and looked at him, "Many people have forgotten who was the first place of the first banner in the Grand Examination before you."
Chen Changsheng remembered and said, "It was Liang Xiaoxiao."
"That's right. Even among the seven people, Liang Xiaoxiao's talent and strength were outstanding. Some people only know that Guan Fei Bai's perseverance was amazing when he studied sword arts and that he practiced all the sword arts in the Foundation Method of Mount Li Sword Sect to the point of perfection. But they don't know that Liang Xiaoxiao is not weak. He even practiced the Sword of Mount Li Sword Sect's Sword of Opening into a true killing technique."
Tang Thirty Six said, "In the hearts of the disciples of Mount Li Sword Sect, the Sword of Opening … … is Liang Xiaoxiao's sword. They use his sword arts to fight, and the meaning they want to express is very clear. "
Zhe Xiu looked at the location of the Mountain Li Sword Sect. Deep in his eyes, a blood red color gradually appeared.
Chen Changsheng thought and said, "I don't think so."
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