thefictionvixens Chapter 152: The Former Sword Master
Chapter 152: The Former Sword Master
"It's just an empty title. How can a little kid like you be worthy of being a sword saint?" Gao Qiu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and walked away with an unconvinced look on his face.
Pai Meng: "Isn't this person too contemptuous?"
Lingkong: "There are many people like this. Explaining to him is like giving him face. Feng Han, why do you look so bad? Are you scared?"
Feng Han's face turned pale: "Those two people died so tragically, so horrible"
Lingkong: "Why should you be afraid of the dead? You should be afraid of the living, okay? You can't survive in the martial arts world with this much courage."
Feng Han: "But those two people's heads were all chopped off. It was so scary."
Lingkong: "Are you scared, Paimeng?"
Pai Meng: "I've been following you for such a long time, and I've seen all kinds of scenes. It's just dismemberment. I'm numb to such small scenes."
Feng Han: “I’m not really afraid, I just think it’s too cruel to do this.”
Lingkong: "This is cruel. Have you ever seen a person being beheaded? The upper and lower parts of the body are separated, and the intestines are all over the ground..."
Feng Han: “Ahhh… stop talking!”
Pai Meng: "I can already picture it. If I can't eat tonight, you will be primarily responsible."
After Chief Gao returned to the camp, all the heroes in the martial arts world knew that Lingkong had returned to Guiliyuan.
The older generation of people in the martial arts world didn't take it seriously, only the young people showed a hint of excitement.
One of the old men with long beards said: "Ling Kong is so young and yet he has the title of Sword Saint. He is really arrogant. He has become a Sword Saint. How can we, the seniors in the martial arts world, put our faces to rest!"
The veterans responded one after another: "Yes, he has a good eye for returning the title of Sword Saint."
"I think the title of Sword Saint should be given to Mr. Zheng. Mr. Zheng has the highest martial arts skills and has killed the most Japanese pirates. How can he not be the Sword Saint?"
"Yes, Mr. Zheng Jing is the true swordsman."
Zheng Jing stroked his beard and looked radiant. He felt so flattered by the crowd that he didn't know why.
Some young people were dissatisfied: "You can't do it, but you don't allow others to do it. Why?"
An old man said: "How dare you! You have no manners at all. Which sect are you from? Have your elders ever taught you to respect your seniors?"
Young people: "Some seniors deserve respect, and some do not!"
As the argument was going on, everyone heard someone shout, "The Japanese pirates are coming again!"
Zheng Jing: "Don't panic, no matter how many pirates come, I will lead you to destroy them."
The Inazuma warriors had just got off the boat and had not had time to do anything bad when they saw an old man rushing over and killing a large number of people with one sword.
A large group of people followed the old man and instantly overwhelmed them.
After the Inazuma samurai were completely wiped out, an old man appeared in everyone's sight. The old man with white hair walked over tremblingly, as if a gust of wind could blow him down.
Zheng Jing said with a smile: "Among the Japanese pirates, there is actually such an old ghost. Which fellow warrior can go and see him off?"
A middle-aged strong man said: "I'll go."
The strong man raised the big knife in his hand and said: "Old man, I will give you a ride."
As soon as the sturdy man finished speaking, a line of blood appeared on his neck, and then he fell straight backwards.
When everyone looked carefully, they saw that his head had fallen off. Everyone present felt a chill down their spine. What had just happened? Could it be a ghost?
Only Zheng Jing noticed a clue. The old man had just drawn his sword once, but he drew and put it away at an extremely fast speed, so it seemed as if nothing had happened.
Zheng Jing had to be cautious with such a strong man: "May I ask who you are... No matter who you are, you will die anyway, especially the Inazuma master."
Just in case, Zheng Jing used all his strength and released a huge sword energy.
The old man also released a blade energy, which crushed the sword energy and cut Zheng Jing into two halves.
Everyone was stunned. Zheng Jing was the only sub-god among them, and yet he was killed in an instant.
Someone shouted, "Run!" and everyone started running away.
Lingkong and his group arrived at the beach. They had originally planned to play on the beach for a while, but the corpses of several Inazuma people on the beach dampened his mood.
Feng Han: "The Jianghu is too chaotic. There are dead bodies everywhere."
Lingkong: "We are at war now. Human life is worthless. It is normal for someone to die."
Feng Han: "Fight? What kind of war?"
Several people ran over in a panic, and when they saw Ling Kong, they came to greet him: "We have met the Sword Saint."
Lingkong: "Are you being chased by someone?"
One of them said: "An old man named Inazuma, he was very powerful. He killed Mr. Zheng with one knife. We were afraid that he would catch up with us, so we ran in different directions."
Lingkong: "Oh, so the Inazuma people have produced another expert. I have to meet him."
Another person: "Sword Saint, please be careful."
In their opinion, the old man's strength was so unfathomable that he could fall over even if he was in mid-air.
The old man actually did nothing. He just wanted to ask about the whereabouts of Liyue Sword Master, but these people ran faster than each other.
He walked slowly behind with his hands behind his back, like an ordinary old man taking a walk.
When Ling Kong saw him from a few dozen meters away, he stopped. He asked Pai Meng and Feng Han to stay where they were while he went over to chop people down.
Lingkong combined man and sword to stab him head-on. After they exchanged several hundred moves, they stopped tacitly.
Lingkong: "Inazuma, I have a master like you for me to kill, that's wonderful."
The old man said: "You are not using a sword, so using a short stick is not good enough."
Lingkong: "Haven't you heard that everything in the world can be a sword? You are still obsessed with the form of the sword, and your understanding of the way of the sword is not that high."
The old man said: "First the form, then the spirit, and finally the combination of form and spirit is the ultimate of swordsmanship. Without the sword, it will eventually fall short."
Lingkong: "You'll know if it's good or not if you try it."
Old man: "Young man, you are the Sword Master of Liyue, right? I still can't believe that the Sword Master of Liyue is so young."
Lingkong: "The title of Sword Saint doesn't mean anything, just like Yagyu Munenobu, although he is the Sword Saint of Inazuma, he is not the strongest person in Inazuma."
The old man said: "I am Uizumi Bokuden, the master of Yagyu Munenoka."
Lingkong: "You want to avenge him?"
Ueizumi Bokuden: "Yagyu Muneya died in Liyue. I can't just ignore it. Inazuma finally produced a sword master, but you killed him. If Inazuma Sword Master dies, the Liyue Sword Master must die as well."
Lingkong: "You are so old, but you don't want to enjoy your old age, but you want to die."
Ueizumi Bokuden: "Haha, I'm old and can't fight anymore. I only have one sword. If this sword can't kill you... No, I don't believe that this sword can definitely kill you."
Lingkong: "Okay, you have a knife, I have a sword, let's bet our lives."
Feng Han, who was not far away, said: "Why don't they move? They have been standing there for a long time."
Pai Meng: "When masters fight, they are not only competing in strength, but also in psychology, weapons, and strategy. We should not disturb them."