Chapter 165 Yang Chong's Limit

"The little girl is sharp, but I also know the swordsmanship of Jingwei Sword."

Jingwei's second sword was extremely fast and strange, but the old man seemed to have foreseen it and arrived first. Before Jingwei could stab him, his sword finger had already pointed at the blade of Jingwei's dagger. The huge force almost made Jingwei's dagger escape, and it had to fly sideways to dissipate the force, and finally landed on a beam on the side of the road, crouching down like a female leopard about to launch an attack.

"This old guy is so strong?" Yan Lingji stood in front of the broken door. Everything she saw was devastated. The once luxurious Zi Lan Xuan had turned into half a ruin in a short period of time.

"The Eight Swords of King Yue are indeed worthy of their reputation. That's right. Luowang is filled with talented people. After so many years, it is impossible that no one has mastered the sword spirit of the Eight Swords of King Yue." Yang Chong said, and on his other side was Master Shang.

At the moment, the safest place in Zilanxuan is next to Yang Chong.

"The little guy has a good eye." The old man smiled grimly and turned his gaze to Yang Chong. He had already seen that Yang Chong was the strongest one here. Although he didn't know why Yang Chong, a subordinate of Ji Wuye, wanted to help King Zheng of Qin, he knew that if he wanted to achieve his goal, he had to capture Yang Chong. Unlike Jing Niu, Wei Zhuang and Gai Nie who could only bring him some trouble, Yang Chong had the strength to fight him.

Of course, that's all there is to it. Below the level of Grandmaster, all are rubble. That is a qualitative gap, and it cannot be made up by any skills or tricks.

"Old man, don't rely on your muscles and bones to be your strength. It's not easy for a killer to live to his current age. Wouldn't it be better to enjoy his retirement? Why do you have to wade into such muddy water?" Yang Chong said sarcastically.

"I have killed many people, people of all kinds, but I have never killed a king. I really want to have the experience." The old man said, not caring about Yang Chong's ridicule at all.

"Who on earth is instructing you?" asked Master Shang.

"I am a killer, not your prisoner. You are making a wrong idea to interrogate me. Besides, even if I tell you, would you dare to believe it? I am ordered by Prime Minister Lu, I am ordered by Lord Changping, I am ordered by Queen Mother Zhao, I am ordered by Zong Zheng, I can be ordered by many people, but which one of my words should you believe?" The old man said with a smile, ignoring Jing Wei, Gai Nie and Wei Zhuang who surrounded him from three sides. At the moment, he had only one opponent, that was Yang Chong, and he also had only one target, that was Master Shang.

Master Shang paused as he was about to ask more questions. He realized that he had asked a very stupid question. Even if the assassin in front of him told him the real answer, would he dare to believe it? He didn't dare. He was not the powerful King of Qin now. He still had too many things to rely on those people the old man mentioned. As for the idea of ​​killing a thousand people by mistake rather than letting one go, he didn't have the ability to do it now.

"Since you won't retreat, then you are my enemy, little guy. Let me see where your confidence comes from." After hesitating for a few words, the old man was too lazy to say anything more. The killer just needed to take action. The reason why he said so much was that he hadn't chatted with others for a long time. Now that he was exhausted, it was time to take action.

"Then watch out." Facing a sword master, Yang Chong had no need to hold back. He rushed forward and slashed out with his sword, followed by a gust of fist.

Facing a sword master, Yang Chong was very clear about his disadvantages, but he also knew his advantages. Relying on the strangeness of the power-absorbing technique, in terms of the depth of his skills alone, he had surpassed the limits of first-rate masters and was not afraid even when facing a master.

In terms of the quantity of power, Yang Chong, who possesses the power-absorbing technique, is invincible. However, in terms of quality, he is inferior to the master whose spirit, energy and vitality have been condensed into one. It is unknown to what extent the master's quality advantage can be brought into play while relying on the advantage of quantity.

Facing Yang Chong's sword, the old man was no longer as arrogant as he was when facing his fellow apprentices Gai Nie and Wei Zhuang. He turned his finger sword into a hand blade and his arm into an air blade that collided with the sword.

"What a powerful force." The old man couldn't help but be shocked when the sword energy collided. Yang Chong's internal strength was so strong that it was beyond his imagination. In terms of quantity alone, it was even better than his.

Then the fists and palms collided with each other.

"Is this the master? He is indeed difficult to deal with." Yang Chong couldn't help but frown. The old man's Qi blade was so powerful that even with Tai'a as a helper, it was difficult to shake it at all. Yang Chong actually felt two completely different sword intents in it, one was indestructible like a mountain, and the other was extremely sharp and could split mountains and cut off water.

As for that palm, it was like a bottomless pit, swallowing up all external forces. It was surprisingly similar to his energy-absorbing technique.

The two men held each other for a moment, then quickly attacked each other. This time, they chose to attack quickly.

The sword energy of the Taia Sword and the air blade continued to collide, and among the heavy afterimages, it only tore Zi Lan Xuan into pieces. With one sword strike, the broken walls broke, and the sword energy ran rampant, crushing everything.

Gai Nie and others who wanted to join the battle to help found out dejectedly that they had no room to intervene, and at this time Zi Lan Xuan had become shaky, but some places among the ruins had already caught fire.

Outside Zilanxuan, they could even hear the sound of troops being mobilized. It was Ji Wuye taking action.

"Master, let's withdraw from Zi Lan Xuan first. This place may collapse at any time." Gai Nie retreated to Master Shang's side. As for Zi Nu, she was evacuating the sisters from Zi Lan Xuan, while Han Fei had already walked out of Zi Lan Xuan. He was going to deal with Ji Wuye.

"Let's go." Master Shang glanced at the battle group and saw nothing except raging sword energy constantly cutting everything around.

……

When they left Zi Lan Xuan, they saw that the huge Zi Lan Xuan was now riddled with holes, half of it had collapsed, and the other half was engulfed in flames.

Suddenly, a roaring sound like a dragon's roar was heard in the sea of ​​fire, and the direction of the burning flames changed accordingly. The wall, which was already covered with cracks, exploded, and the phantom of a tiger attacked the old man and knocked him out of Zi Lan Xuan. The tiger seemed real and lifelike, and its roar seemed like a real king of the mountains. The huge force directly tore the old man's clothes.

"So strong." The old man who was suppressed by the phantom of the tiger roared, and his body swelled up rapidly. A sword transformed from sword energy suddenly appeared in his hand. With one slash of the sword, he directly cut the phantom of the tiger into two halves.

"Black and White Xuan Jian." The old man controlled the sword energy and changed it again, splitting it into two, turning it into two sword shadows, one black and one white, that shot towards Yang Chong who had rushed out from Zi Lan Xuan.

Yang Chong swung his sword to block a sword, and another one came. Just as Yang Chong was about to block the sword with his bare hands, a figure came from the side and blocked the sword for Yang Chong. However, not everyone here could take the old man's attack. Although the figure blocked the sword for Yang Chong, he was directly knocked away. At this time, the old man's attack came again, and this time it was the Jingwei Sword Shadow.

Under this sword, Yang Chong only had time to put the Tai'a tree in front of him. With a muffled sound, his arm became numb. A faint sword intent penetrated his skin and muscles, seeped into his meridians, and continuously tore his meridians. This is the difference between a grandmaster and a first-rate master.

Yang Chong could defeat a master with his own strength, which was not as good as that of a master, but he was unable to defend against the old man's sword intent which had been cultivated to perfection.

Moreover, there is more than one Jingwei Sword as a mother and child sword. At the same time that Yang Chong blocked the long sword, the short sword broke out from the long sword and pierced Yang Chong's throat.

"The wind from the ghost prison is howling." Yang Chong roared, and a rolling sound force spread out, turning the second sword energy into powder. The sound force continued to move forward, sweeping towards the old man.

"Quexie." The old man who was under the influence of the sound energy felt his mind shaken, and the rock-solid will of the master was actually shaken. He quickly cheered up, and the Quexie Sword of the Eight Swords of King Yue enveloped his body, breaking all negative states.

The old man, who was accidentally tricked by Yang Chong, felt furious. Having been tricked by a junior, he no longer wanted to maintain the demeanor of a so-called master. He circulated his power, and four completely different sword intents burst out from his body, transforming into the four of the Eight Swords of the King of Yue and covering him.

As his arm swung, four sword shadows whizzed towards Yang Chong. Their speed was so fast that it was almost invisible to the naked eye, and their power was so strong that it could destroy all obstacles.

Four swords came out at the same time, directly covering Yang Chong. Amid the crisscrossing sword shadows, they actually took advantage of each other to transform into stronger attacks. It was like a powerful sword formation.

Yang Chong didn't care about holding back at this time, and pushed his skills to the limit, using the Taia Sword, Nine Yin Divine Claw, and Tiger Roaring Imperial Fist. But even so, he was hit from time to time under the attack of the four sword shadows. Fortunately, he had strong body protection skills, but even so, blood marks appeared on his body. Although they were not deep, his defense was still broken by the old man's sword shadow.

Amid the old man's increasingly fierce attack, people like Wei Zhuang and Gai Nie also saw Yang Chong's predicament. At this moment, everyone's fate was linked together, and they would prosper together and suffer together. How could they stay out of it? Even though they knew they were no match for the old man, they could only risk their lives to rescue Yang Chong. Among them, only Yang Chong could confront the old man head-on. Once Yang Chong was defeated, death would be the only way waiting for them.

The two brothers attacked from both sides. Under the impact of external force, the sword formation paused. Yang Chong took advantage of this moment to break out of the formation. The sword shadow chased after him. Yang Chong's figure flashed and turned into a series of afterimages, but the sword energy was relentless and surrounded him from all sides. Yang Chong finally landed on the flagpole in front of Zi Lan Xuan. The sword shadow had already arrived. Seeing that there was no way to avoid it, Yang Chong simply stopped avoiding it. His true energy turned into cold air, and instantly formed four ice walls around him.

However, the ice wall exploded the moment it was formed. Each sword shadow was formed by the old man relying on the sword intent of the Eight Swords of the King of Yue. With the blessing of the master's skills, the power was no less than the real Eight Swords of the King of Yue, and its flexibility and versatility were far superior.

The old man controlled four sword shadows to directly break Yang Chong's ice barrier and stabbed Yang Chong. Just when he thought he was about to succeed, a rumbling sound came from his ears and a sense of crisis came over him.

Looking around, I saw that the ruins of Zi Lan Xuan were shaking inexplicably, and it seemed like it was flying into the sky.

"It's you?" The old man was shocked when he saw this. What did he see?
Half of Zi Lan Xuan was actually sucked into the sky.

"It's my turn." Yang Chong, whose shirt was already stained with blood, activated his energy-absorbing technique and directly smashed half of Zi Lanxuan towards the old man.

Faced with Yang Chong's brutal and unreasonable threat, the old man was also frightened. In his many years of life, he had never seen a person being smashed by a house. In front of such a huge monster, a person seemed so small. He had no time to dodge and was smashed into the ruins.

"Good opportunity." Yan Lingji, who had never taken action from the beginning to the end, suddenly rushed out. The raging flames spread out from her body, directly turning the ruins into a sea of ​​fire. The wood and silk in the ruins burned fiercely. The scorching temperature made the people around her couldn't help but take a few steps back. They looked at the sea of ​​fire in front of them with shocked expressions: Could it be successful?

Just when everyone was stunned, Nanyue heard a sound in the sea of ​​fire.

"He is not dead yet. He is in the most danger now." Nong Yu reminded loudly and ran towards Yang Chong with the zither in her arms.

"Brother, take the zither." After running for a distance, Nong Yu suddenly threw the zither, which she regarded as a treasure, to Yang Chong. She knew that Yang Chong's greatest strength was not his swordsmanship. His true strength still needed to be exerted by the zither. His most powerful martial arts was Fuxi Shentianxiang.

The moment Yang Chong took over the zither, the sea of ​​fire was torn apart, and eight sword auras swept out into the sky, directly tearing the sea of ​​fire apart. As the sword auras surged, the flames retreated, and an embarrassed figure walked out of the ruins and sea of ​​fire. Behind him, eight sword shadows emerged, which were transformed from the sword intent of the Eight Swords of King Yue.

"Very good, very good. I haven't been so miserable in many years." The old man stretched out his hand to cut off a strand of burnt hair and wiped the blood from his forehead. For a moment just now, he almost thought he was going to die.

"Tonight, you are not just in a mess." Yang Chong held the zither in one hand and looked at the eight sword shadows behind the old man. He had already made a judgment in his mind.

"I will send you off." The old man was filled with murderous intent, the sword shadow was trembling, and there was a sound of sword chanting.

"If you can combine the eight sword styles into one, I will turn around and run away right now, but you can't. Kendo master? Pah, you are just bluffing, a fake master." Yang Chong sneered, his hand already on the strings.

"Looking for death." The old man was completely furious. He no longer had the mind to play cat and mouse. Eight sword shadows connected with his mind and transformed into eight streams of light that rushed towards Yang Chong.

"Zheng..."

With the sound of a zither, heaven and earth become silent.

(End of this chapter)