The fairy is fierce

The setting sun is like blood.

As a figure appeared, the crowd fell silent on the street outside Bafangzhai, but for a moment, there was a bit more of a chilling atmosphere as if the rain was about to come and the wind filled the building.

At the intersection of the street, Twelve Lang was wearing a gray robe, holding a silver sword upside down. His sharp eyes looked at the figure outside the three-story building. He was silent and exuded an aura that made all the pedestrians around him stop and follow. Looking back:

"Is it Twelve Lang?"

"Why did he come out?!"

"The person outside Bafangzhai is..."

…

The monks whispered in the pavilions and shops, and the swordsmen and fairies walking on the street carefully retreated to both sides of the street, looking back and forth between Juejianya Twelve Lang and the unknown handsome young master.

Above Bafangzhai, Bao Xiangyang, who was watching from behind the window, looked particularly excited.

Zuo Lingquan's identity has been exposed. He followed Lord Peach Blossom to Juejian Cliff. There was no need to hide his identity. When he walked to this street, he was recognized by Bao Xiangyang, who had been looking for his 'idol'.

Bao Xiangyang didn't know that Zuo Lingquan was injured. He thought that if the two sides wanted to fight, they should fight outside Bafangzhai. Bafangzhai would also benefit from it in the future, so he told the Jue Sword Immortal Sect.

At this time, Twelve Lang came over. Just by looking at the scene, he knew that the war was about to break out. Bao Xiangyang adjusted the flowers in the mirror, not daring to show his anger, and stared at the two people on both sides of the street intently.

Zuo Lingquan's reaction did not disappoint Bao Xiangyang and Chu Yi, the Black Cliff Sword Demon who was watching intently.

Under the ivy stone steps of Bafangzhai, Zuo Lingquan and Jing Xun were walking side by side, while Xie Qiutao was quietly picking up dumplings behind her because of her small breasts.

Sensing the sharp look in their eyes, both women frowned.

Zuo Lingquan turned his head and looked at the figure standing in the middle of the street. He was dissatisfied with the bellicose gaze and said calmly:

"What are you looking at?"

Naturally, his tone was far from friendly.

Behind Bafangzhai is the wealthy Eight-Armed Xuanmen. The shop is located on the busiest street of Xianjia Market, and there are many pedestrians on both sides of the street.

The monks who can come here are not only swordsmen but also interested in swords. They all recognize the unsheathed swordsman on the street from his appearance.

Hearing Zuo Lingquan's response, many people took a breath:

"Who is this? Speaking so arrogantly outside Juejian Cliff?"

"He doesn't know Twelve Lang?"

"This arrogant tone...why does it sound a bit like the sword demon Zuo Ci?"! !

As soon as these words came out, the monks on the street suddenly understood and had no doubts about this.

Because among the sword cultivators who came to Juejian Cliff, except for the newly emerged ‘Sword Demon’, no one dared to speak so rudely in front of the ‘Little Sword Demon’.

All the surprised monks turned into surprises in an instant, and the noise spread out at an extremely fast speed. But in the blink of an eye, monks from afar came rushing towards them. This was still under the rule of "no walking over the market's head" If we could resist the wind, the crowds arriving in an instant could cover up the setting sun in the sky.

An opening sentence confirmed the identity of the 'Sword Demon'; everyone's eyes were naturally focused on the 'Little Sword Demon' Twelve Lang, and their eyes changed from awe to weirdness.

The monks onlookers naturally hope that Twelve Lang will say, "What are you looking at?" ’, and then started fighting directly.

But Twelve Lang stood outside his sect. No matter how dissatisfied or dissatisfied he was, he had to consider the sect’s dignity. Facing Zuo Lingquan’s ‘question’, Twelve Lang held his sword upside down and clasped his fists:

"The Twelve Masters of Juejianya, are you the sword demon Zuo Ci?"

Xie Qiutao is very well-informed and has been reading all kinds of fairy gossip in the attic these days. When she heard the name, her eyes lit up and she quietly walked up behind Zuo Lingquan:

"Twelve Lang is the leader of Juejian Cliff. His swordsmanship seems to be about the same as yours. Recently, he was nicknamed the 'little sword demon' by the Taoist priest..."

As soon as Zuo Lingquan heard this, he understood that the other party was here to regain his 'face'. After he came to Huajunzhou, he had learned a lot about the masters of swordsmanship. Because their swordsmanship styles were similar, they were often compared with Twelve Lang, so he had naturally heard of them.

But in the past, I just laughed it off.

Seeing Twelve Lang coming to the door, Zuo Lingquan's eyes were indifferent:

"So what?"

The monks on both sides of the street, and even Bao Xiangyang on the second floor, even if they were already used to Zuo Lingquan's tone, they still found it pleasing to see the attitude of "seeing the sword inexhaustibly".

Twelve Lang was obviously dissatisfied with Zuo Lingquan's attitude and frowned, but he did not take action directly and said first:

"Recently, Zuo Jianxian has been in the limelight, and everyone up and down Juejian Cliff is aware of it. Now that we have come to Juejian Cliff, it is also the old rule of Juejian Cliff to use martial arts to make friends. I wonder if Zuo Jianxian dares to join the battle?"

Everyone thinks this is nonsense. The sword demon Zuo Ci doesn't dare to fight. Is that still a sword demon?

But they still underestimated Zuo Lingquan. ♦♦  ♦♦

Zuo Lingquan didn't even raise his eyebrows, and motioned to Juejianya behind him:

"You're too young. Go back and practice for a few more years. Now you want to make friends with martial arts, so I'll call your master."

As soon as these words came out, the monks on the street were obviously shocked.

Bao Xiangyang on the second floor, even though he was mentally prepared, still took a breath:

"Does Zuo Jianxian not know who Master Twelve Lang is? I'm afraid he's going too far..."

Chu Yi, the black cliff sword ghost in the water curtain, looked serious:

"We're afraid that we can't figure out the sword demon's innate understanding. Maybe he's telling the truth... But asking Mu Yunshan, the 'backup sword god', to come out is a bit too crazy..."

Not only outsiders, but also Xie Qiutao was a little shocked and quickly reminded in a low voice:

"Twelve Lang's master is the sword-wielding elder of Juejianya..."

Zuo Lingquan remained unmoved.

However, this move was not about arrogance, but rather a lack of fear.

What about the sword-wielding elder? Who wouldn't he dare to fight in a duel outside the sect? If the old swordsman came out, he would dare to draw his sword and give it a try.

It was an opportunity to compete with a stronger person, and he could learn something even if he lost. He was quite happy that he could win it; he was not even interested in drawing his sword when fighting against an opponent like Jade Lang who was in the same realm.

Under the attention of everyone, Twelve Lang saw that the other party's tone was so arrogant, even to the point of being 'rude', so he naturally lowered his raised hand, curled up his sword, and pointed the sword's edge diagonally at the ground:

"Brother Zuo seems to be too young and doesn't know the depth of the sword. I would like to ask my master for advice. It depends on your own abilities. Now you and I will settle our private matters first. I, Twelve Lang, have been famous for nearly twenty years, and Brother Zuo has just emerged. Just because you and I have similar swordsmanship, I have been nicknamed the 'Little Sword Demon' by many fellow Taoists. Swordsmen only strive for the first place, so there is no reason to be inferior to others without fighting. Now that Zuo Jianxian has come to Juejian Cliff, then. Who is bigger and who is smaller has to be decided with a sword.”

Zuo Lingquan turned around and faced Twelve Lang across the long street, his eyes calm:

"I only treat the nickname 'Sword Demon' as a joke. Outsiders can call it whatever they want. But if you take it seriously and argue with me about it, I can only remind you: you are fighting with me because of your swordsmanship. You are similar in appearance, and being called the 'Little Sword Demon' is being compared to me. I don't think you have tarnished my reputation, which is already considered polite. If you really think that there is only one word 'little' between you and me, then you are too Take yourself seriously.”

"Wow"

There were exclamations of surprise in the streets, and even many elders of the sect had astonished expressions.

This statement is equivalent to saying, "Twelve Lang is disgusted even if he carries his shoes." This is no longer crazy, but he doesn't regard Twelve as a human being at all.

Bao Xiangyang, who was on the second floor, slapped his knees suddenly and said, "Absolutely!"

Above Juejian Cliff, thousands of sword cultivators were watching from a distance, and when they heard this, they immediately cursed.

Mu Yunshan, who was standing in the welcoming pavilion, stood with his hands behind his hands and frowned:

"Fellow Daoist Cui, didn't you tell me, this junior, where this place is?"

Zhao Linglong’s pretty face was also a little unhappy:

"There is no other swordsman in history who is so crazy in Juejian Cliff. If he says this, if he can't beat him later, Dongzhou will lose his face completely."

Lord Peach Blossom already knew Zuo Lingquan very well, but he was still a little shocked when he heard these words:

"Hmm... As a young man, it's normal to be angry."

…

At the street entrance, Twelve Lang stood with a sword in his hands, his eyes full of anger.

As a swordsman who has realized the 'Sword One', how can he not be arrogant in his heart? Ancestor Huang Chao scolded him as a waste, but he was convinced. How could Zuo Lingquan, a young man of his generation, have the right to humiliate him with such a tone? he?

Twelve Lang raised his head slightly and said coldly:

"Is it the style of a swordsman for someone named Zuo to humiliate others with his words? Do you dare to speak with a sword?"

Zuo Lingquan frowned and held down the hilt of the Xuanming Sword:

"I have always been polite and never relied on humiliating my opponent to compete. I told the truth. But sometimes the truth doesn't sound good. It's not surprising that it is taken as a humiliation."

As his hand pressed on the hilt of the sword, the tense atmosphere in the market reached its peak.

Everyone looked at the calm Zuo Lingquan and the angry Twelve Lang with fear.

Originally, the two sides were competing for the size of the 'Sword Demon', but when it came to this matter, it was no longer that simple.

After the fight, Zuo Lingquan lost and his reputation was immediately ruined, turning into an arrogant and ignorant young man. Twelve Lang lost, and he probably had to change from a 'little sword demon' to a 'little Yakuza'.

Twelve Lang stopped talking, and all the expressions on his face calmed down, turning into silence. An indestructible and sharp sword power climbed up at the street, as if his figure was rapidly enlarging, slowly suppressing everything on the street. noisy.

Zuo Lingquan's calm expression remained unchanged. He took a step forward, but Jing Xun next to him grabbed his arm:

"Xiao Zuo, you..."

Zuo Lingquan tilted his head and smiled before continuing to move forward.

Zuo Lingquan was injured, but so what?

When it was time to draw his sword, Zuo Lingquan would not use his injuries as an excuse to avoid fighting.

In the face of a life-and-death battle, your opponent will not wait for you to recover from your injuries. Even if you lose your limbs, you must find ways to go all out.

Zuo Lingquan's injuries were mostly healed. Even if he only had one breath left, he could still use his remaining breath to display his peak glory for a moment.

But facing Twelve Lang in the same situation, a moment was enough.

Tap tap tap

Steady steps, stepping on the ivy-patterned street bricks.

As Zuo Lingquan, who was wearing a white young master's robe, walked slowly, a sharp edge suddenly rose up and pointed between everyone's eyebrows, making the monks who were only a few feet away feel terrified and took a few steps back.

Two sword intentions met in mid-air, pressing on everyone's heads.

It was also at this time that everyone discovered the differences between two swordsmen with similar abilities.

Bao Xiangyang frowned and said: "The tyranny of the sword is almost the same. Why do I feel that Zuo Jianxian is more terrifying? Well... it's like being pointed at the center of the eyebrow with a sword, and you will die suddenly..."

Chu Yi, the Black Cliff Sword Demon, was watching the live broadcast in Thunder Bluff. He couldn't feel it. His face was full of heart-wrenching emotions, and he wanted to get out of the water curtain to feel and taste it carefully.

On Juejian Cliff, Mu Yunshan said:

"The two are indeed very similar, but from the point of view of sword intent, they are very different."

As for the difference, it's hard to describe Sword Intent, but it's just different.

Shi Er Lang showed his sharp edge, making people feel that he would be killed by a sword in the next moment, and they felt that they wanted to dodge but couldn't.

Zuo Lingquan pointed his sword at his forehead, telling you clearly that you don't need to think about anything, you are already dead!

The key to this difference lies in the word "accurate".

Under the blood-red setting sun, two figures stood a hundred feet apart.

Shi Er Lang held a silver sword in his right hand, and raised his left hand lightly to make a gesture. It can be seen that there was a breeze lingering around his legs and limbs, blowing his robe.

Zuo Lingquan was as still as a mountain, and he did not act arrogantly. He put his right hand on the hilt of the sword and made a preparatory action to draw the sword. Apart from that, there was nothing unusual.

This subtle difference, in the eyes of the immortal king like the old sword god, has already determined the difference.

But the countless people on the cliff obviously haven't seen the details of both sides yet, just holding their breath and waiting.

This wait is only half a breath.

Both of them are using the "fast sword" method, pursuing a one-shot kill beyond the opponent's physical reaction limit, without looking for the opponent's flaws, whoever is slower will die.

Shua

Only two sharp sword sounds merged into one, resounding throughout the street.

The two figures disappeared at the same time, and 99% of the people present could not see the details, and the remaining mountain masters were horrified.

Because the two people attacked at the same time, they met in the middle of the street, and the sprint distance was exactly the same, and the speed was actually comparable!

But there are differences between them.

Twelve Lang did not want a scabbard, just to increase the speed of the sword to the limit.

And Zuo Lingquan drew the sword and stabbed forward. How he drew the sword, I am afraid that only a few people present could see clearly.

And what made the masters present, and even Twelve Lang, horrified, was still behind.

Twelve Lang went all out without reservation, increased the speed to the limit, and stabbed the white-robed swordsman who rushed over.

Shi Erlang's forward stabbing posture is almost the same as Zuo Lingquan's, because this is the optimal solution for the human race to push the speed to the limit. If you want to be faster, you can only use the sword in this way. The name of Sword One 'Du Long' comes from this kind of unstoppable sword momentum of a single dragon going out to the sea.

When he found that the opponent's speed was as fast as his, Shi Erlang was relieved, because they were both at the same level of physical limit, and after those two 'Sword Ones', the two people would definitely die together, and this battle could only be a draw.

But immediately, Shi Erlang's eyes showed astonishment.

Because his sword stabbed Zuo Lingquan's heart; while Zuo Lingquan's sword stabbed his sword tip!

Due to the physical limit of the same level, Zuo Lingquan could not be faster than Shi Erlang, but in his sword philosophy, there is also a word 'accurate' to stab at the most accurate place with the fastest speed!

Zuo Lingquan used to not take Shi Erlang seriously, just because he had heard of Shi Erlang's general style.

Shi Er Lang only wanted speed. In order to push his physical body to its limit, he used the ‘wind method’ in advance and forced himself to the top of the mountain in the same realm.

There was no problem with this method. When he met an opponent in the same realm, he could kill him with one sword. He was worthy of the word ‘Sword One’. He could even break through the limit faster than Zuo Lingquan without even hesitating to ‘hurt the enemy by a thousand and hurt himself by eight hundred’.

But so what?

When Zuo Lingquan was subjected to the ‘wind and thunder curse’ by the Peach Blossom Lord, he already understood that when the speed exceeded the carrying capacity of the body, it was doomed to be unable to maintain ‘accuracy’.

This method made no difference to opponents with slow speed, but when he met an opponent like him who pushed his body to the limit with hard power, this difference was the difference between life and death!

Ding

A crisp sound that was almost piercing!

A strong air wave suddenly erupted in the middle of the street, and the black and blue sword energy burst at the same time, instantly cutting the long street and splitting the houses on both sides into two.

A few unlucky guys were pulled away by the unknown masters and brushed past the sword energy. When they reacted, they were so scared that they sat down on the ground.

The remaining monks, even if they stared intently, only saw two flashes of sword light.

After a muffled sound of sword energy bursting, Zuo Lingquan, dressed in a white robe, stopped at the intersection where Shi Erlang had just stood. He slowly put the sword into the scabbard as usual, but halfway through, he suddenly raised his hand to cover his mouth and nose and coughed twice:

"Cough cough"

The muffled cough was low, but people in the whole block heard it. They could tell that he had suffered internal injuries, and their expressions were stunned:

"This..."

"Zuo Jianxian lost?"

Bao Xiangyang's face was pale, a little panic-stricken and helpless. He seemed to be completely unbelieving that he had seen his idol who became famous collapse like this.

Dingdang

Just a moment after the muffled cough, the crisp sound of the long sword falling on the blue brick woke everyone up again.

Countless cultivators on the street turned their heads and saw that the smoke and dust in the middle of the street had cleared. Shi Er Lang, wearing a gray robe, stood in the middle of the street, looking forward with his eyes blank.

"What's going on?"

"Who won?"

...

On the quiet street, some surprised whispers were heard, and the result was not seen for a while.

And the thousands of sword cultivators on Juejian Cliff were mostly at a loss, only a few masters on the top of the mountain, some were amazed, and some shook their heads.

Mu Yunshan's slightly dissatisfied expression turned into silence. After looking at the surprised Taohua Lord next to him, he turned and left the welcoming pavilion.

The markets on both sides of Jianjiang River seemed to freeze, and everyone looked at the two people with their backs to each other on the street, confused.

Zuo Lingquan coughed twice, then slowly sheathed his sword and looked back:

"I told you to go back and practice for a few more years, do you believe it now?"

"Wow..."

After these words came out, the cultivators present finally understood the outcome, but they still couldn't understand why the sword demon Zuo Ci won but looked more seriously injured than Shi Er Lang.

Twelve Lang looked down at the sword that fell to the ground, feeling a little lost because he had just understood clearly why his ancestor called him a 'waste'.

Because compared to the true pinnacle of swordsmanship, he is just an ant who has just learned to walk and thinks he can have a bird's eye view of the world.

The sword just now was very fast, and the first sword was indeed evenly matched, no one was slower than the other.

Zuo Lingquan aimed at the tip of his sword. When his speed reached the extreme, he tried his best to deflect it, trying to stagger it, so that both sides would be injured and the situation would end in a tie. However, the tip of the sword seemed to be bitten by the opponent. No matter how hard he tried, he still couldn't get it. Hit.

Although the two swords collided and it was still a tie, the gap between them was already obvious. Even if he had the 'Sword One' and fought Zuo Lingquan a hundred times, the best result would be a tie.

When Zuo Lingquan fights him, the worst case scenario is a draw.

As long as Twelve Lang misses his sword, he will have no chance to succeed.

Zuo Lingquan didn't even bother to use another sword to humiliate him, but after the two swords connected, he rushed past him when he was unable to defend himself.

This last blow was enough to kill him a hundred times.

Twelve Lang was stunned for a long time, and the surrounding monks were also silent. It was not until Zuo Lingquan was about to leave that Twelve Lang woke up, turned around and said in disbelief:

"Are you injured?"

"Wow..."

As soon as he finished speaking, all the monks watching showed expressions of disbelief.

Zuo Lingquan was coughing just now. They thought it was because they didn't get hit during the sparring session, and they were still wondering about the outcome.

Already injured?

Even though he was injured, he still dared to challenge Twelve Lang in a one-on-one duel, but Twelve Lang couldn't beat him. How could this be called a close match? The difference between cloud and mud is almost the same...

Amid everyone's surprised gazes, Zuo Lingquan walked back from across the street with a calm expression:

"Whether I'm injured or not, the result is the same. You're quite talented, so don't give up on yourself. If you practice for a few more decades, you might really be worthy of the title of 'Little Sword Demon'."

These words were still so crazy that no one thought it was inappropriate to say them after the war.

Twelve Lang himself sounded like he was trying to comfort him. Even if the injury did not affect his performance, judging from what he had just seen, he would never be able to catch up with the sword demon again in his life.

Since he is so far out of reach, how can he be worthy of the words ‘little sword demon’?

Tap tap tap

In complete silence, Zuo Lingquan and Twelve Lang passed by each other, returned to the entrance of Bafangzhai, and continued walking into the building.

Speaking of which, the time of a sword was only a blink of an eye, but this moment changed the entire atmosphere of Juejian Cliff.

If it weren't for the old sword god behind the mountain who was the Dinghaishen Needle, the mood of the thousands of disciples at Juejian Cliff might not be much better than at Luojian Mountain.

Just as Zuo Lingquan stepped onto the steps, a voice broke the silent atmosphere outside Juejian Cliff:

"Boy."

The voice was vicissitudes of life and gentle, but it carried a pressure that made Jiuzhou tremble. It instantly made everyone on the mountain and down the mountain hold their breath.

Zuo Lingquan turned around and saw an old man in gray robe standing in a viewing pavilion at the top of Juejian Cliff. His face could not be seen clearly, but he was looking at him from a distance.

"Wow! Old Sword God..."

Xie Qiutao, who was following him, was startled and almost jumped up. He realized that the situation was wrong and quickly covered his mouth.

The reactions of all the remaining monks were almost the same as Xie Qiutao's, because it was normal for an immortal like Old Sword God not to appear in public for hundreds of years.

In the past, when sword cultivators competed and met very amazing juniors, the old swordsman would at most comment on him in the back mountain, telling people outside. This was the first time for everyone to see this kind of scene directly on the mountain top.

Although this 'boy' sounds a bit crazy, if the sword god is not crazy, who else is worthy of being crazy?

Being able to have a face-to-face conversation is enough to show the potential of the sword demon Zuo Ci. Even Zhao Linglong, Mu Yunshan and others were surprised that the ancestor was so mobilizing against a junior.

Ancestor Huang Chao and Ancestor Shangguan were on the same level. No matter how arrogant Zuo Lingquan was, he would never be so arrogant that he would not take the person who stood at the top of the world seriously. He turned around and raised his hand to salute:

"Senior Huang."

The old man stood on the top of the mountain, his voice neither happy nor angry:

"The Sword Washing Pool cannot be lent to you, you have to find your own way out."

People up and down Juejian Cliff were a little confused when they heard this and didn't understand what it meant.

As for Zuo Lingquan, who was standing outside, because he had heard Lord Peach Blossom and Patriarch Shangguan say a lot, he understood the meaning of Patriarch Huang Chao’s words:

For Patriarch Huang Chao to make a special appearance and speak to him in person, he recognized his swordsmanship and praised him very much.

The reason why he didn't borrow the sword-washing pool was because he insisted on the 'way in his heart' and couldn't reassure Patriarch Huang Chao, so he wouldn't help.

The Tao in Zuo Lingquan's heart is his own Tao. He does not need others to reassure him. It is enough for the Shangguan Patriarch to believe in him.

Since Huang Chao Ancestor couldn't do it conveniently, Zuo Lingquan naturally wouldn't force it and gave him a bow:

"Understood."

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