Chapter 90: A Dragon

  Instinctively, the sword moved on its own, including the leaders of the six major sects and Kong Zhuo, a soft hum echoed from the scabbard, and the immortal sword automatically popped out of their waists. In an instant, countless sword lights automatically flashed out, rushing towards the black flash that came from the sky...

  All of this happened in an instant. Kong Zhuo, standing among the crowd watching Luo Fu, was listening to the speaker on stage spout one meaningless phrase after another and was starting to feel drowsy when he suddenly felt a jolt in his heart.

  Almost at the same time, he felt that the short sword at his waist had let out a fine and dense soft hum, and his eyes, which were already slightly closed, suddenly opened wide. His left hand lowered and pressed down on the short sword at his waist, suppressing it with a surge of innate purple energy, forcing the short sword, which was almost out of its scabbard, back in.

  Then he saw a flash of sword light on the horizon.

  Black, swift as electricity, unimpeded and smooth, straight like a flash of lightning in the air, pure and natural.

  Thousands of sword lights flashed out, but the speed was too slow.

  The sword light appeared and pierced the target in just a flash of an eye.

  At a glance

  Just enough time for a glance, before any reaction in the brain, it hits its target.

  Li Shaodong

  The former master of Wanxian Valley, one of the strongest people in the scene, Li Shaodong. A sword light pierced through Li Shaodong's throat, and the mournful sword intent instantly shattered his primordial spirit and body. Then, the sword light moved again.

  The black sword light paused for a moment after completing its task, condensing into a black dot, as if waiting for something.

  He is waiting for the thousands of sword lights brought by his one sword.

  It was just an instant, and thousands of sword lights poured down like raindrops.

  Then, a small black lightning bolt burst forth, initially it was like the explosion of an oil lamp.

  At the same time as the black lantern flower bloomed, time seemed to slow down.

  After the black sword flower bloomed, it transformed into a black strip of cloth, meeting the sword light that was like raindrops.

  "Ding Dong Dang Dang……!"

  A string of clinking sounds, like pearls falling onto a jade plate, the sword lights that were previously pouring down like raindrops suddenly stopped, and the entire scene was left with only a black strip dancing wildly in the air.

  "It's a dragon!!!"

  Kong Zhuo took in a breath of cold air and his complexion changed suddenly.

  Sword light flashed across the sky like a thunderbolt, with an unbridled and overbearing aura that was hard to believe, shrouding the top of the Dragon Platform.

  Then, the six great masters moved at the same time.

  Unlike the thousands of sword lights that rose up just now, the six major palm teachings and the dozen or so Emei elders on the Dragon Platform, as well as the top masters of various sects, were all high-level masters with virtual realm strength on the same level as Luo Fu's Five Swords.

  Although the number is not many, however, unlike the thousands of flashing sword lights from just now, these tens of sword lights avoided that black-colored sword thread with great ease and merged into one strand, forming a sword thread roughly the same thickness as the black sword light.

  "Damn it, these cunning old guys, they reacted quickly!" Kong Zhuo saw this scene and a hint of a smile appeared on his face.

  Outsiders watch the excitement, insiders watch the doorway.

  To an outsider, these ten or so sword lights are enough to rival that black earth-level technique. Even if they can't rival it, the fact that so many strong people made an effort is already commendable. In such a sudden situation, being able to react this quickly is already very good.

  All this nonsense is utter crap.

  What is it?

  That is a dragon.

  A dragon, of course, does not refer to a real dragon. Nor is it like the sword spirit hidden in the sword of Huo Lian's Xianjian, with a dragon's yuanling.

  Of course, it's not even a dragon during Mahjong.

  A dragon-like movement, referring to a way of wielding a sword, and the effect produced when the sword is wielded to this level.

  The sword light condenses but does not disperse, as if it has a spiritual nature. The unity of man and sword concentrates all destructive power within the sword light. After the sword light ends, a trail of unmatched, indestructible sword energy is left behind, like a streak of white silk.

  This is a dragon!

  His master, Mo Xiu, had once mentioned to him a state of using the sword. This was a kind of skill, but also a kind of state, one that exceeded the limits of techniques in terms of mastery of swordsmanship, and could only be achieved after deeply understanding the true essence of swordsmanship, a profound and abstruse state.

  Kong Zhan asked himself that his understanding and attainment of swordsmanship had reached an extremely high level, to the point where he could completely understand the principles of a dragon, but if he were to actually wield it, it would be impossible.

  To summon a dragon, another extremely important condition is required, that is cultivation. Kong Yan's cultivation was insufficient.

  With the mentality of thinking that his swordsmanship had reached a high level and his cultivation was not bad, Kong Zhuang had tried to understand and experiment with it, to see if he could make a move like a dragon.

  The result shows that his cultivation is not enough, far from enough. Even if he has now stabilized in the virtual realm, it is still far from enough.

  And now, those tens of sword lights that have merged into one, seemingly invincible, are what Kong Zhuo is facing right now. There's a way to break through it, and it's even more so when they're facing a dragon!

  Contrary to Kong Zhao's expectations, the black sword won easily after the exchange of sword lights. However, the dozen or so Nascent Soul experts from the six major sects did not suffer any losses either.

  In Kong Zhan's eyes, this was a bit like an unspoken understanding. The two sword lights exchanged, and over ten sword lights scattered from this side, while the black sword light also retreated, exactly as it had come, retreating extremely quickly in just one glance.

  The entire Long Tai has returned to calmness, but the atmosphere is greatly different from just now.

  Just now

  It was just now

  All of this happened in an extremely short period of time, from the flash of the sword light to now, it was only a few blinks of an eye. It was so fast that most of the cultivators present didn't even have time to react. The thousands of sword lights that shot out earlier were stimulated by the black sword light, and the reaction of the immortal sword itself had nothing to do with its master.

  Only those dozen or so elders who had just drawn their swords and Kong Zhuan reacted in such a short period of time.

  Only a few people, such as Kong Zhuo, who were present at the scene, might have noticed that the dozen or so masters and elders had just been pretending to try to keep the black sword light, but in fact they did not really want it to stay.

  It was precisely because of their lack of effort that they allowed that sword light to escape so easily.

  As for the reason, Kong Zhuo was unclear.

  In fact, he was very puzzled.

  It happened suddenly, but the six major sect leaders and more than a dozen elders made the same decision in this extremely short period of time, without anyone being able to react, and coordinated so tacitly, which really made him incomprehensible.

  He even began to suspect that it was a murder directed by the six major masters and the elders.

  The target of the murder was Li Shaodong.

  Perhaps this is the most perfect interpretation of what happened just now.

  But is this possible?

  Doubts were in his mind, but he didn't bother to think much about it. This Li Shao Dong had nothing to do with him, oh, maybe just a little bit.

  He thought of the strange old woman he met at the Wild Village Store, who seemed to have given him a great benefit. It was as if she had taken care of Li Shao Dong herself, and now that he was dead, there was nothing more for him to worry about, and it even saved him a lot of trouble, making him feel relieved and carefree.

  So, after this spectacular and almost unprecedented Dragon Boat Festival came to an end in such a thunderous and bizarre way, Kong Zhan got some things he had not expected before, as well as a question.

  Having gained an unparalleled reputation, the title of First Disciple of the Three Generations in the Cultivation World is unavoidable. A single Immortal Apricot, to be precise, two; one was eaten by him, and one was donated to Luo Fu. The source spirit of the fire dragon in the Huo Li Xian Sword, as well as the relationship with Fang Yue'er that has already been destined to be inseparable, overall, the harvest is extremely rich.

  So, while others were still in shock and savoring the unprecedented Dragon Boat Festival, Kong Zhan had already begun thinking about how to get back home and cook a delicious meal for himself.

  But he didn't expect that after the Xianxu meeting ended, all the other sects' cultivators left, but Luo Fu and the five major sects' people stayed behind.

  He still lives in Xikuan Temple, eating Emei's coarse tea and light rice, his mouth is so bland that it's like a bird has flown out.

  He still lives in Xikuan Temple, eating the plain food and coarse tea of Emei, his mouth has become as bland as a bird's. Suddenly, someone from the Moon Sect arrived just now!

  Li Yuanhua had a helpless look on his face, with a hint of bitter smile, his small eyes wide open, anyone could tell he was in extreme distress.

  Lingga Shangren remained unmoved. "A visitor from the Moon Sect? Ha! What a joke. Which time has the Moon Sect ever produced an outstanding third-generation disciple?"

  He was the one in charge, so naturally people would come to find him. Going to find Li Yuanhua would be a private meeting. Thinking about it, the person who came should be someone Li Yuanhua is familiar with, so he smiled and picked up the clear tea on the table, taking a sip, his face relaxed, "You're here, Tai Shan Hu, what did you say?"