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Chapter 162 No.20 IV: The Battle of Emei Golden Summit

Suning quickly walked out of the bamboo house, frowned at the panting Chunfeng and said, "Chunfeng, why are you so anxious?"

Spring Breeze breathed for a long time before he said: "Little Martial Uncle, the heads of the five sects are here to visit and want to see you. I beg you for one thing."

Su Ning was puzzled and said, "Please? Senior brother is in charge of everything in Wudang. What can you do with me? We don't have much connection with them in Wudang?"

Chunfeng shook his head and said: "Uncle Junior, Master has already received the leaders of the five major sects in Yuxu Palace. You can know the specific details when you go there."

Suning nodded and strode to Yuxu Palace.

As soon as he entered the hall, Suning saw He Taichong's expression was extremely strange, and the smile on his face was clearly uncontrollable, and it was inexplicable for him to pretend to be devastated.

But when Su Ning heard the report from the disciple in charge of the Wudang faction today, he understood.

Song Yuanqiao was apologizing to He Taichong at this time, but his tone was very indifferent.

He Taichong didn't care at all, he just pretended to be slightly angry for the sake of saving face.

After seeing Suning, everyone stood up to greet him.

When you ask for help, you must be courteous.

Su Ning said indifferently: "I don't know when the masters will come to see me?"

Song Yuanqiao told the truth.

Master Miejie was slightly embarrassed and said, "Young Master Su, I beg you to take action this time, and I will thank you very much."

Su Ning thought, what kind of thanks, is it for giving me a beautiful female disciple?But he said righteously: "If you have something to do, just give orders, not to mention that this matter is related to the prestige of the Emei Sect. The Wudang Sect and the Emei Sect are in the same spirit, and I am obliged to do so."

He still understands Miejue Shitai. He is not a good person, but he is not a bad person either. He can only say that he is jealous and ruthless, and he is not very good at playing tricks. Of course, the original intention is to deal with Zhang Wuji's beauty tricks still good.

This remark made the other four heads feel that they were superfluous, but they still endured the complicated emotions and said some compliments.

After discussing the departure time, Suning took a look at Yu Daiyan and set off with the heads of the five sects.

Suning agreed so readily, naturally he had confidence in his own martial arts, and of course he also wanted to see the martial arts of that Japanese swordsman.

As for the Emei faction, this idea is extremely rare.

Because he hasn't experienced a decent battle for a long time, Zhang Sanfeng is an exception.

As for Yu Daiyan, Suning also tried his best.

Suning also took the trouble to look for the black jade intermittent ointment in the Ruyang Prince's Mansion, but the monks from the Vajra Sect in the Western Regions all kept silent. Suning used some tricks, and they said that only the princess and the young prince knew about it.

This made Suning a little helpless, no matter how good his martial arts are, he is not a person who is proficient in medicine after all. The girl would rather die than submit, her staunch attitude made Suning helpless.

As for Wang Baobao, forget it, if he puts forward some conditions, Suning will be a little embarrassed.

Some things in this world, no matter how high the martial arts are, cannot be done.

……

Emei Jinding, the sun shines.

Hu Yanlang was dressed in white clothes like snow, and his eyes were like swords looking at Suning, who was dressed in a blue Taoist robe like the blue sky, with a smile on his eyes, which was the joy of meeting an opponent.

Not far from the two of them, there were two to three hundred people from the rivers and lakes, all of whom came to observe this decisive battle and open their eyes.

Even if they didn't spread it intentionally, the story of Suning's decisive battle with Dongying Swordsman at Emei Jinding was still spread.

The heads of the five major sects were naturally at the front of the team.

"This sword is called Changkong. It is made of cold iron from the seabed of Dongying. It is four feet four feet long."

Hu Yanlang, dressed in white as snow, introduced to Suning with a sword in one hand.

Su Ning was most annoyed by the crowd-watching feeling. He just wanted to make a quick decision. After finishing the Dongying swordsman in front of him, he left immediately, so he quickly said: "Ordinary green steel sword."

"admire!"

Hu Yanlang glanced at Suning's saber, and knew that only masters with advanced swordsmanship could ignore the importance of the sword. At this point, he had already lost, but his bushido spirit made him feel at home.

Even if one dies by the opponent's sword, that would be an extremely pleasant thing.

The two of them were not in a hurry, but the onlookers became anxious. They came here just to witness an unprecedented and exciting battle.

They shouted loudly, hurry up and fight.

Even if the disciples of the Emei Sect reprimanded them sharply, the number of people was too small and they were all women, so they couldn't scold those gangsters. Even the fiery Miejue Shitai gritted his teeth and ignored it.

Suning waved his hand and said, "Sword out."

Hu Yanlang nodded, and slowly drew the sword out of its sheath, holding the sword in both hands, exuding endless sword energy from the whole body, the high level of swordsmanship has reached the highest state of the unity of human and sword.

With a whoosh, Hu Yanlang rushed towards Suning with strides, the blade shining brilliantly under the sun.

Su Ning smiled indifferently, and used his sword drawing skills. When Hu Yanlang's knife was about to pass over his body, the sword swept across Huyanlang before that knife.

With a bang, the sword Suning slashed down on the thick dry soil, and then a white shadow swept out from Hu Yanlang's body.

Hu Yanlang watched, as if a white snake was shedding its skin in the blink of an eye.

Suning was slightly surprised.

Ninjutsu!

After the white shadow flew away, Hu Yanlang's body exploded with a loud bang, and fire burst out.

Suning swept back quickly, swift as lightning, and then dodged, but there were inevitably sporadic flames on the Taoist robe.

He became slightly serious.

It seems that this Dongying native is worthy of being the number one swordsman in Dongying. He is proficient in swordsmanship and ninjutsu. If it weren't for Suning's extremely rich experience in martial arts, he would have suffered a bit if he thought about it.

Hu Yanlang's white shadow was like a ghost, like a roll of fluttering cloth, Su Ning's figure swept away, and a sword cut through the white shadow.

With a chirp, there was the sound of cloth breaking.

The white shadow dissipated in an instant, only countless fragments of white clothes drifted down.

After Suning landed, he smiled disdainfully, closed his eyes for a moment, then took three steps, and plunged the green steel sword into the ground.

laugh!
There was a streak of blood gushing out from the ground, like a red thread, dazzling scarlet, shining brightly under the sun.

Everyone in the surrounding world exclaimed, not only surprised at the mystery of Japanese ninjutsu, but also marveled at Suning's incredible quick response ability.

They only felt that it was a worthwhile trip to see two masters competing in martial arts today, and that every move and style was really wonderful and superb.

"Hundred rounds of flash!"

Under the mountains and soil, there was a low voice shouting.

The ground instantly cracked, and countless broken iron pieces splashed out, densely packed.

The broken soil mixed with iron pieces swirled towards Suning in a mighty way.

"Ninjutsu is good, but it's a pity that it's just heresy." Suning waved his hand casually, raised his sword fingers and raised a sword whirlwind, directly shooting down those iron pieces.

"This is sword energy, the real sword energy released!"

The crowd exclaimed, the transformation of internal force into invisible sword energy has always been a legendary existence in the Jianghu people, and the one that has been handed down is Duan Yu's six-veined sword of the Duan family in Dali.

But even the Six Meridians Excalibur can't be used as freely as Suning.

Su Ning stomped his feet slightly, the ground under his feet collapsed instantly, air waves rolled, and smoke and dust rose everywhere.

The creaking sound was like a mouse gnawing on wood, slowly resounding on the ground.

The ground collapsed under Suning's feet, and blood slowly seeped out along the soil.

"This……"

The onlookers could no longer describe the power of Suning's kick.

Suning landed another kick, and the air wave rolled up the dust, forming a big ball, covering everyone's sight.

When the smoke cleared, Suning had disappeared.

The heads of the five sects hurried over and ordered people to dig out the things under the bloody soil, everyone was shocked.

It was a bloody corpse with all the bones broken. It was Hu Yanlang.

At this moment, except for the Emei faction, all the people in Jianghu present felt immeasurable jealousy towards Suning, because they found that before Suning's martial arts, they were really insignificant, just like ants and elephants.

They all thought at the same time.

It would be great if Suning could die with that Japanese swordsman!
(End of this chapter)