World of Cultivation

The moment Zuo Mo stood up, Senior Brother Chang opened his eyes and stood up.

"I'm Chang Heng." Chang Heng introduced simply, looking like he was chatting with ordinary friends.

"I'm Zuo Mo." Zuo Mo answered cautiously. For some reason, Chang Heng, who seemed to have no edge, made him feel pressure, the kind of pressure he only felt from Senior Brother Wei Sheng. Taking this opportunity, he looked at the other party carefully. The blue and gray short clothes on his body were a little whitish from the wash, which was unusually eye-catching among the disciples of the Lingying Sect with gorgeous brocade silk. She has a round face and short hair, and her hair is like wire, standing straight up.

"You surprised me." Chang Heng continued: "I heard that your senior brother Wei Sheng understood the sword's intention. I didn't expect that you also understood the sword's intention."

There was an uproar all around!

They may not be discerning enough to see the details of Zuo Mo, but everyone knows what it means to understand the meaning of the sword. The expressions of Lin Yuan and others immediately relaxed a lot. If nothing else, losing to a genius who understood the meaning of the sword was not a shame. Even Senior Brother Wang who fell down couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly. If he had known that Zuo Mo had understood the sword's intention, he would never have fought.

Everyone looked at Zuo Mo with a completely different look, full of awe and respect, and of course, inevitably mixed with envy and jealousy.

Zuo Mo shook his head: "I'm far worse than my senior brother." He was quite surprised. Chang Heng could tell his true nature at a glance, and his strength was definitely not weak.

"Don't be too humble." Chang Heng waved his hand casually: "Wei Sheng, I will go find him in the future."

Seeing the other party talking about Senior Brother Wei Sheng so casually, Zuo Mo felt very unhappy and snorted: "Let's go through this competition first."

Chang Heng shook his head: "You are no match for me."

"How do you know if you don't compete?" Zuo Mo said unconvinced.

"I'm about to set my pulse." Chang Heng's soft words immediately left Zuo Mo speechless. He had to admit that the other party was right. There was a huge difference in cultivation between the two sides. His cultivation had increased rapidly. He was only on the fourth level of foundation building now, while the other party's pulse condensation was about to reach the tenth level of foundation building.

Although he had previously defeated cultivators in the foundation building stage during the Qi Refining Stage, he was quite clear that half of the reasons for that situation must be attributed to the other party.

But Chang Heng and Zuo Mo couldn't help but look up. The other party's calm demeanor and the ubiquitous pressure convinced him that the other party was very strong. Zuo Mo already has quite a lot of combat experience. He is not stupid about what kind of people he can and cannot provoke.

"I give up! Which one do you choose?" Zuo Mo reacted very quickly and said as a bachelor. He originally came here seeking wealth, but now he has made a lot of money. Even if he gave up this time, he won four games and won three magic weapons. He was already satisfied with such a rich harvest.

Chang Heng could tell at first glance that he was not on the same level as him, so he definitely had no chance of winning, so he might as well admit defeat. It would be even more of a loss if you were injured in the opponent's hands. As a businessman, you have to give up when things are good. Zuo Mo comforted himself in this way.

Chang Heng stared at Zuo Mo for a long time, then suddenly smiled and said, "You are a smart man."

"It's just acknowledgment of current affairs." Zuo Mo cupped his hands and said, wishing he could leave immediately. The longer he stayed, the more dangerous he felt about the ordinary-looking man in front of him: "Senior brother Chang, you can choose one at will, and I will definitely give it to you with both hands."

Chang Heng was unmoved, looking into the distance, and said indifferently: "If you can accept my move, then take the things with you. If you can't catch them, then leave everything behind."

Zuo Mo felt something in his heart. Chang Hengyue said it so easily, and the more he felt uneasy: "Senior Brother Chang, little brother..."

"Where I stand, I follow my rules." Chang Heng did not take his eyes back.

There was silence all around, and even the air seemed to suddenly become cold and solemn. Everyone couldn't help but hold their breath. Everyone knew that the most exciting part of the day was about to arrive. The disciples of the Lingying Sect were all inexplicably excited. The domineering spirit displayed by Senior Brother Chang Heng completely conquered them. Even Tao Shuer's peach blossom eyes were unwilling to move away from Senior Brother Chang Heng for even a moment.

so far,

Chang Heng did not show any strength or move, but he was like the owner of this land, so natural and unquestionable.

Zuo Mo took a deep breath and realized that this battle was inevitable.

The request made by the other party was not excessive. As long as he blocked one of his moves, Zuo Mo would win completely. If we don't fight, today's victory will be equivalent to being wiped out in an instant. The opponent had enough reasons to surround him, so Chang Heng used the same trick that Zuo Mo had used before. He first put himself in a disadvantageous position, and then forced the opponent to agree to follow his own route.

This feeling is really bad! Zuo Mo shook his head, trying to put these distracting thoughts behind him.

Today's battle is all about this move!

However... even cultivators at the pulse condensation stage don't dare to guarantee that they will be able to defeat themselves in one move. Since you can't escape, let's come!

After thinking clearly and adjusting his breath, Zuo Mo opened his stance and said in a deep voice: "As senior brother wishes!"

"Not bad, I like it." Chang Heng nodded appreciatively.

Then he unbuttoned his clothes, revealing his naked upper body. In the middle of his collarbone, there was a copper ring.

What is this doing?

The cultivators who were watching all looked puzzled and started talking in low voices. However, the disciples of the Lingying Sect were completely opposite. They all looked excited, stretched their necks, opened their eyes wide, and stared at Senior Brother Chang Heng, as if something exciting was about to happen.

Zuo Mo was also a little confused, but he kept his mind tight and did not dare to relax at all.

Chang Heng closed his eyes and touched the copper ring between his collarbones with his right hand. Then he did something that surprised everyone - he slowly pulled the copper ring upward!

Zhi!

Under the copper ring, there was a blood-red sword blade, which was slowly pulled out of the flesh and blood of the chest by Chang Heng.

There was no expression of pain on Chang Heng's face. On the contrary, he showed a somewhat gentle and intoxicated expression.

Zuo Mo was so frightened by the weird and bloody scene in front of him that the hairs all over his body stood on end. Not only Zuo Mo, in fact, almost everyone around him showed a look of fear, and some timid ones had already gone to the side and vomited desperately.

"Too... cruel..." Yan Mingzi trembled with excitement.

When the blood-red sword was completely pulled out of Chang Heng's body, that kind of fear penetrated into everyone's bones. This is a very, very strange sword. The sword is not long. It is only about a foot and a half long and two fingers wide. It is blood red and has no hilt. The blood red blade is directly connected to the copper ring. The copper ring is just right. Put it on your fingers.

Strangely, there were no wounds on Chang Heng's body, and his collarbone was smooth and traceless.

The picture in front of me was just a man holding a somewhat weird red flying sword. But anyone who saw the scene just now will never forget this scene, such a scene full of monsters and blood.

Chang Heng opened his eyes, his expression was as usual, and even his voice did not change at all from before: "This ring sword is called "Blood Spider"."

Zuo Mo's scalp exploded, as if facing a powerful enemy, and his hands holding the sword couldn't help but sweat.

If Chang Heng had given him only a faint but ubiquitous pressure before, with the "Blood Spider" sword in hand, Chang Heng's pressure was like a sea of ​​blood, and he had nowhere to escape! Sudden changes in pressure may cause a weak-minded person to collapse in an instant. Zuo Mo had the illusion that everything in front of him seemed to be gradually stained with a layer of blood red.

Zuo Mo subconsciously tightened the dripping sword in his hand. Suddenly, a quiet and soft water flow came from the sword. Although it was very light, at this time, it greatly relieved the tension in his heart.

no! If this continues, I will lose without even fighting!

Zuo Mo closed his eyes, held his breath, and secretly practiced "Fetal Breath Refining God". The physical and spiritual energy circulates, and the spiritual consciousness gradually becomes more lively from the beginning.

Unconsciously, the fear in Zuo Mo's heart weakened greatly, and his restless heart gradually became calm.

At some point, a blood line appeared in Chang Heng's eyes, and he glanced at Zuo Mo appreciatively. But when this look fell in the eyes of others, a chill came out of his heart, like a ferocious blood spider staring coldly at its prey.

He shook his fingers gently, and the "Blood Spider Sword" on his fingers turned quickly, bringing up a blood-red light wheel.

The "Blood Spider Sword" turned faster and faster, and it made a soft buzzing sound. Gradually, the buzzing sound turned into a cold hissing sound. An overwhelming aura of violence and cruelty, centered on Chang Heng, suddenly descended!

At this time, the onlookers who got closer turned pale and wanted to turn around and run away, but they found that their feet were weak. With a thud, they all fell to the ground.

Only a man wearing a black gauze hat stood motionless. The clothes on his body were rustling, but the bamboo hat and veil remained motionless, and a pair of eyes as narrow as blades could be vaguely seen.

Zuo Mo felt like he was in a sea of ​​​​blood. The huge blood waves rolled and roared, crashed and blocked the sky. He was like a small boat, extremely small and unstable, and could be swallowed by these huge waves at any time.

Suddenly, a wave of blood rose in front of him, transforming into an extremely ugly blood beast. It opened its bloody mouth and roared towards him.

Holding the dripping sword, Zuo Mo closed his eyes and held his breath. All the spiritual power had been poured into the dripping sword in his hand unconsciously. The dripping sword was like a small river, with rippling and ever-changing water.

Seeing that the bloody mouth was about to swallow him in one gulp, he lifted up the little river in his hand little by little!

And the small river transformed from the dripping sword in his hand changed drastically, with faint flames rising from the water, exuding an astonishing chill, and the short small river also slowly rippled like a tidal wave. If Zuo Mo could see it, he would definitely find that the current appearance of the dripping sword is exactly the same as the sword river in his sea of ​​consciousness!

When the water-shaped flames are swallowed and exhaled, they will always produce countless sword lights as fine as ice crystals. The tidal fluctuations continue to intensify, the water-shaped flames burn brightly, and the cold air becomes stronger!

Zuo Mo seemed to be holding a faint flame in his hand, his clothes were all torn to pieces, he roared angrily, used all his strength, and slashed away from bottom to top!

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