Tomb Robber: I, Chen Yulou, am dedicated to cultivating immortality!

The sound of loud and clear.

It echoes endlessly along the dangerous cliffs and high peaks of Aoshan Mountain.

The earthquake caused the snow in the mountains and forests to fall down.

From time to time, you can see birds sleeping on the branches at night, or small animals hiding in the dead leaves on the ground. They seem to have sensed the danger coming and flee.

"Fellow Daoist Chen asked about the sword, so I will do my best."

Master Zhaohu also chuckled.

He quickly took out the long sword from behind.

Hold your hands in front of your chest.

It was an ancient sword, with a simple shape, Taoist talismans engraved on the scabbard, and ancient patterns running through it. It looked like a heavy sword with no edge.

The sword has not yet been unsheathed.

It seemed as if he could sense the master's intention.

At this moment, the scabbard could be heard clanging continuously.

It first sounds like the gurgling of flowing water, then like the rushing of a river, and in a flash, the momentum rises step by step, like a tide, a waterfall, or rolling thunder.

"This sword is called Benlei."

"It was used by the third generation of the Chunyang Palace's headmaster and has been passed down from generation to generation."

"It has been in my hands for more than thirty years. With the help of my Qi, it has become connected with my mind."

Master Zhaohu's fingers gently stroked the scabbard.

Wherever your fingertips pass.

You can faintly feel a flow of energy.

His face was calm and he spoke with a smile, but his tone could not hide his pride.

"Today, I will use the Thunder to accept the invitation of fellow Taoists!"

Taking his eyes off the ancient sword, Master Zhaohu turned and looked towards the figure not far away.

The tone seems calm.

But it was like an invisible sword, sharp and aggressive.

"but……"

"Since you are asking about the sword, where is it?"

Although Chen Yulou claimed that he had practiced swordsmanship for many years, he had also sensed the sword spirit from him.

But how can a sword cultivator be without a sword?

From the time they first met on the Baxian Terrace until now, he has never seen Chen Yulou's sword, so he can't ask for the sword with his bare hands.

Hear the words.

Chen Yulou just smiled faintly.

Reach out your hand.

Gently pull it behind you.

In an instant, the sounds of a dragon roaring and a dragon hissing arose out of nowhere.

An invisible but terrifying aura swept out from the snowy plain along with the cold wind. In an instant, all living things in the entire Aoshan Mountain, no, among the peaks of Zhongnan Mountain, were dormant.

Even the wind between heaven and earth seemed to have stagnated.

Feel the energy.

And the increasingly amazing sword intent.

Master Zhaohu felt as if his heart was beating like a drum. His eyes suddenly widened and he stared at Chen Yulou... or to be more precise, at his hand that was reaching behind him.

hum!

In the roar of the dragon.

A straight, upright, simple and heavy sword appeared in his hand at some point.

It was slowly pulled out by Chen Yulou.

The scabbard is simple and unadorned, but it can't hide the sharpness of the blade.

"This is Chen's sword, named... Dragon Scale!"

Also holding the sword with both hands, Chen Yulou smiled faintly and spoke in a gentle voice.

"This……"

Compared to his calmness and indifference, at this moment, Master Zhaohu was shocked to the extreme. He felt his mind was blank, which was several times more shocking than when he saw him floating in the sky and walking in the air before.

A certain moment.

He even suspected that there was something wrong with his memory.

Obviously, from beginning to end, he had never seen his sword.

As a sword cultivator, Master Zhaohu is not conceited. Among the hundreds of Taoists on Taibai Peak, there is absolutely no one whose swordsmanship is better than his.

His sense of smell for swords is unmatched by ordinary people.

but.

I see it right now.

Such a long eight-sided Han sword... appeared in his hand as if it came out of thin air.

“It is not as good as the ancient sword passed down in an orderly manner by a real person.”

"This sword of Chen has only been made for half a year."

Chen Yulou clenched his fingers slightly and flicked the scabbard lightly.

Zheng——

In an instant, the sound of iron armor clashing and pipa strings plucked could be heard, and faintly, a sound like the roar of a dragon could be heard passing through.

Gudong!

Feeling the sharp force of the sword, Master Zhaohu couldn't help it anymore and swallowed secretly.

Half a year.

You can cultivate this kind of momentum.

Not to mention seeing it with his own eyes, he had never even heard of it.

"I don't know...Fellow Daoist Chen, what kind of swordsmanship do you practice?"

There was silence for a while.

Zhao Huzhenren asked with a complicated expression.

"It is Chen's family tradition, called Dao Sword Technique."

“It’s not an extraordinary inheritance.”

Chen Yulou shook his head.

His sword skills were taught by the old Taoist priest when he was young.

In the past, he only felt light and airy, without any murderous aura, but as he practiced harder, he discovered that the so-called swordsmanship did not require many fancy moves, but emphasized energy and momentum.

Taoist swordsmanship fits this perfectly.

He had also wondered whether this sword technique had any origins, but unfortunately, the old Taoist never mentioned it.

Plus until today.

I decided to climb Mount Zhongnan on a whim, and only then did I meet many fellow Taoists and the Taoist sword practitioners.

It is even more difficult to find out the origin of Taoist swordsmanship.

"Dao Sword Technique?!"

Zhao Hu frowned slightly.

I just felt that it was strangely familiar, but I couldn't remember where I had heard it.

Moreover, he had a strong feeling that being named after Tao was definitely not ordinary.

In the Taoist tradition, sword cultivation is itself a minor category.

Apart from Chunyang swordsmanship, only Wudang Mountain swordsmanship is the most famous. One is Wudang swordsmanship, which is secular martial arts, and the other is Dan swordsmanship, which is said to be created by Zhang Sanfeng.

Dan style swordsmanship is one of the most important sword techniques of Wudang Taoism.

Swordplay requires the coexistence of odd and even, and the combination of hardness and softness.

It is the exact opposite of the sharp and bold Pure Yang swordsmanship.

"Could it be that this refers to the golden elixir and alchemy?"

Master Zhaohu pondered secretly.

If it were not so, he would never have imagined what kind of swordsmanship there was in the world that could nurture a brand new sword to such an astonishing level in just half a year.

"Today, Chen will use the dragon scale to challenge the sword of Chunyang Palace!"

Chen Yulou held the hilt of the sword and shook it lightly. With a swish sound, the three-foot-eight-inch-long sword blade, as cold as frost and snow, broke out of the sheath.

The sword was as thin as a cicada's wing, and faintly visible were patterns that looked like dragon scales.

"The divine pattern is natural..."

Zhao Hu's eyes jumped and he found it unbelievable.

Although he doesn't know how to refine weapons.

But it is nothing more than smelting the sword blank, pulling the blank, and then quenching it, taking it out of the furnace, and making it into a finished product.

As for divine patterns, only those materials that are rare in the world have a chance of being melted into them.

The reason why the ancient sword in his hand was named Benlei was not because the sword made a sound like thunder, but because there were natural thunder patterns on the sword blank during the casting process.

Unexpectedly, I saw it again on another sword.

Before he could stop exclaiming.

Zhao Hulu seemed to have noticed something and subconsciously looked down. The Benlei Ancient Sword in his hand was trembling on the scabbard and was almost breaking free.

"This……"

I feel something in my heart.

His head jerked up.

His gaze fell on Chen Yulou's hands again.

The mirror-like blade reflected the frost and snow on the mountains, the ancient pines and bamboos, and the vast clouds and mist. In the midst of the gloomy scenery, there was a faint shadow like a dragon or snake flitting back and forth.

"and many more!"

Zhao Hu's heart skipped a beat.

An extremely bold idea emerged.

Flood Dragon?!

That form, that breath.

Can't go wrong.

Master Zhaohu looked as if he had seen a ghost. The reason he was able to recognize it at a glance was because there was a dragon bone in Chunyang Palace.

It is said that when Lu Zu was practicing in seclusion in Mount Zhongnan.

It was a time of great chaos, with unrest everywhere in the world and demons running rampant.

At that time, Mount Zhongnan was still called Taiyi or Difei. There was a vicious dragon causing trouble, swallowing countless pilgrims, herbal farmers and hunters who went up the mountain, causing panic among the people.

Upon hearing this, Lu Zu carried the Chunyang Sword, broke through the barrier, went deep into the foot of Difei Mountain, and killed the evil dragon.

Since then, Difei Mountain has returned to peace again.

This story has been passed down from generation to generation among the disciples of Chunyang Palace.

Zhenren Zhaohu started listening to this from his senior brother since the day he went up the mountain.

At first, how could he believe it? After all, he was just a young Taoist priest who had just entered the mountains and was sent here by his parents to practice Taoism because his family was so poor that they couldn't even afford food.

Until the master took him to visit the underground palace.

Only after seeing with his own eyes the corpse of the dragon suppressed under the palace did he completely believe it.

Over the years, he practiced in the mountains and also went down the mountains to slay demons and monsters, but he had never killed a dragon with a flying sword like Lu Zu did, and he always felt regretful about it.

After all, it takes five hundred years for a snake to become a viper, and five hundred years for a viper to turn into a dragon.

How could it be so easy to see a dragon?

but.

You would never have thought of it.

Today, I actually saw a dragon spirit sealed in Chen Yulou's sword.

"Chen...Fellow Daoist Chen."

"Is there a dragon in the Dragon Scale Sword?"

He took several deep breaths and finally suppressed the shock in his heart.

But the tremor in his tone revealed his inner thoughts.

On the snowy plain.

Chen Yulou was still waiting for him to draw his sword when he suddenly heard this question.

For a moment, I couldn't help but feel a little dazed.

After all, apart from them, this was the first time that someone could recognize the dragon in the sword.

"Don't think too much, fellow Taoist."

"It's only because Lü Zu also killed the evil dragon on Difei Mountain with his sword, so I can recognize it."

Seeing his hesitation, Zhaohu Zhenren thought he had said something wrong and hurriedly explained.

Hear the words.

Chen Yulou shook his head and smiled.

"You're welcome, really."

"It is indeed a dragon. Chen once went to southern Yunnan and passed through the wild mountains and ridges. He encountered an ancient tower with a dragon suppressed underneath. The seal was about to be broken."

"We were worried that it would bring disaster to the world, so we surrounded and killed it."

I briefly talked about what happened at Longtan Mountain that day.

Although the experience has been concealed as much as possible.

But when these words fell into Zhao Hulu's ears, they were extremely exciting.

This is something he wanted to do all his life, but could not do.

The flying sword kills the dragon.

How magnificent!

It’s a pity that although there are many monsters in this world, dragons are extremely rare. Otherwise... with his personality, he would want to carry a long sword and give it a try.

Even if it doesn't work.

At least it fulfilled a wish.

"Daoyou Chen is a man of heaven and earth."

"I admire you!"

Zhao Hulu held the long sword and bowed earnestly to Chen Yulou.

Although he said it was a siege.

But what I saw on Batian Terrace before.

Even though the other two Taoists also had the foundation-building skills, they were still far from enough in front of the dragon.

and so.

It is highly likely that Chen Yulou acted alone.

This undoubtedly further verified his guess.

It is reasonable that Lu Zu was a celestial being who ascended to heaven in broad daylight and attained enlightenment by slaying a dragon.

The realm of the person in front of me is probably much higher than I expected.

"This……"

See him like this.

How could Chen Yulou not guess it? He couldn't help but feel at a loss whether to laugh or cry.

"You're welcome, really."

"Time is running out, how about asking for advice first?"

He was worried that if this continued, the Master Zhaohu in front of him would not even dare to think about drawing his sword.

Or, just invite him as the headmaster of Chunyang Palace.

Given his personality, he might really be able to do such a thing.

"I am sorry for being rude."

He nodded.

Then there was no more delay.

With a flick of his finger, the scabbard turned into a black shadow and stuck straight into the snowy ground.

The long sword in his hand finally revealed its original appearance.

It was a green sword about three feet long. Although the sword had been made for more than a thousand years and had been passed down in Chunyang Palace for many years, the blade was still as sharp as frost.

Lightning patterns can be seen faintly.

The long sword trembled and hummed continuously.

"please!"

Master Zhaohu raised his hand slightly, and a cold light flashed from the long sword.

Even his temperament seemed to have changed drastically in an instant.

Even though he was still wearing a tattered Taoist robe and his hair was tied up with a wooden hairpin, he was holding a long sword and no longer looked down and out as before. His whole body exuded an astonishing and extraordinary aura.

Just stood there.

It gives people a sense of sharpness.

The aura around his body was rising steadily invisibly, and there was a strong wind outside his body, blowing the snow on the mountain under his feet into pieces.

Sensing the sword energy building up in him.

Chen Yulou also showed a solemn expression on his face.

The direct inheritance of Lu Zu, the Pure Yang swordsmanship.

No matter which one of them is taken alone, it is enough to make him look extremely serious.

hum!

A flick of the wrist.

The dragon scale sword suddenly began to ring.

"Fellow Daoist Chen, be careful!"

Gathering his strength, Master Zhaohu took a step forward with a sword in his hand. The sword in his hand emitted a cold light, just like a dragon snake raising its body.

"This move is to find the snake by pulling the grass!"

The words have not yet fallen.

Zhenren Zhaohu appeared outside of him, and the cold light of his sword slashed straight down. In an instant, the void seemed to be broken into two.

The sharp sword energy even suppressed the cold wind outside.

The wind made Chen Yulou's long robe rustle.

Chen Yulou concentrated on feeling the changes in the sword moves, and felt that the sword's momentum was unpredictable, taking into account the front, back, left and right, and its trace was hard to find, just like a snake exploring the grass.

Zheng!

but.

At the moment when the sword energy was approaching.

He had been motionless, but suddenly he jumped up, flicked his wrist, and the dragon scale sword flew through the air. With a clanging sound, the long sword blocked the thunder.

Zhao Hulu was stunned for only a moment, and then the sword moves in his hand suddenly changed.

The long sword was extremely agile, bypassing the dragon scale sword and heading straight for Chen Yulou's chest.

"This move is written by Kuixing!"

Feeling the energy of the sword, Chen Yulou felt that there was no way to avoid it. He lightly tapped his toes and stepped back straight away.

At the same time, the long sword in his hand turned around and slashed at the hilt of the Benlei Sword.

The sword move was broken instantly.

Zhao Hulu was even more amazed in his heart, but his expression still did not show the slightest bit of it.

The hand holding the hilt of the sword suddenly loosened.

The ancient sword that was originally stabbing at Chen Yulou was deflected by several inches and fell below his body. However, Zhao Hulu had no intention of stopping. He kicked out with his right foot hidden under his Taoist robe without any warning.

The force is tremendous.

It landed precisely on the hilt of the sword.

hum!

The Thunder Sword, which was originally about to fall, broke through the air again.

“Dantian?!”

Feeling where the sword is pointing.

Chen Yulou was shocked. Even he did not expect that Master Zhaohu's change of moves would be so fast.

If this sword hits.

Not to mention that he is in the cave heaven realm, even an immortal on land would fall.

Of course, a competition is not a fight to the death, so Master Zhaohu will naturally not really kill someone.

but……

How to break the game?

Chen Yulou's mind was racing.

next moment.

As if a blessing had come to his heart, he suddenly stopped while still retreating, then jumped up, pressed the sword in his hand, and immediately switched between offense and defense.

A sword went straight to the head of Master Zhaohu.

"This... is this a mountain of pressure?"

Zhao Hulu's face changed.

Couldn't help but exclaimed.

This is clearly a move from the Pure Yang sword technique.

But he didn't have time to think about it. In a sword fight, there is a difference in levels of proficiency and there is no room for carelessness. If he is distracted for a moment, he will end up in defeat.

Feeling the weight above my head as heavy as Mount Tai.

He stretched out his hand and grasped the tip of the sword. At the same time, he slightly bent his body, and the ancient sword formed a full moon bow, which released all his momentum.

"This move."

"Hugging the moon in the daytime!"